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| − | No. 1: "Praise To The Lord, The Almighty."<br>
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| − | Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!<br>
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| − | O my soul, praise him for he is thy health and salvation!<br>
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| − | All ye who hear, now to his temple draw near,<br>
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| − | Join me in glad adoration.<br>
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| − | Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,<br>
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| − | Shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!<br>
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| − | Hast thou not seen how thy desires e'er have been<br>
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| − | Granted in what he ordaineth?<br>
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| − | Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee!<br>
| + | [[No. 1:]] "Praise To The Lord, The Almighty."<br> |
| − | Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee.<br>
| + | [[No. 4:]] "Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing."<br> |
| − | How oft in grief hath not he brought thee relief,<br>
| + | [[No. 11:]] "O, Worship The King."<br> |
| − | Spreading his wings to o'ershade thee!<br>
| + | [[No. 13:]] "Oh! For A Thousand Tongues To Sing."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 15:]] "O! Day Of Rest And Gladness."<br> |
| − | Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore him!<br> | + | [[No. 16:]] "Safely Through Another Week."<br> |
| − | All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him.<br>
| + | [[No. 19:]] "Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord."<br> |
| − | Let the Amen sound from his people again;<br>
| + | [[No. 26:]] "Lord, Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing."<br> |
| − | Gladly for aye we adore him.<br>
| + | [[No. 27:]] "Holy, Holy, Holy."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 28:]] "All Glory Be To Thee Most High."<br> |
| − | No. 4: "Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing."<br> | + | [[No. 30:]] "Round The Lord In Glory Seated."<br> |
| − | Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,<br>
| + | [[No. 39:]] "The Heavens Declare Thy Glory."<br> |
| − | Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;<br>
| + | [[No. 41:]] "The Spacious Firmament On High."<br> |
| − | Streams of mercy, never ceasing,<br>
| + | [[No. 57:]] "O Come, O Come, Immanuel."<br> |
| − | Call for songs of loudest praise.<br>
| + | [[No. 59:]] "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing."<br> |
| − | Teach me some melodious sonnet,<br>
| + | [[No. 68:]] "All My Heart This Night Rejoices."<br> |
| − | Sung by flaming tongues above;<br>
| + | [[No. 74:]] "Alas, And Did My Saviour Bleed?"<br> |
| − | Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it--<br>
| + | [[No. 75:]] "Beneath The Cross Of Jesus."<br> |
| − | Mount of Thy redeeming love.<br>
| + | [[No. 76:]] "In the Cross Of Christ I Glory."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 77:]] "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross."<br> |
| − | Here I raise mine Ebenezer;<br>
| + | [[No. 82:]] "Christ The Lord Is Risen Today."<br> |
| − | Hither by Thy help I'm come;<br>
| + | [[No. 84:]] "The Strife Is O'er, The Battle Done."<br> |
| − | And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,<br>
| + | [[No. 106:]] "Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned."<br> |
| − | Safely to arrive at home.<br>
| + | [[No. 112:]] "Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee."<br> |
| − | Jesus sought me when a stranger,<br>
| + | [[No. 126:]] " 'Tis Not That I Did Choose Thee."<br> |
| − | Wand'ring from the fold of God;<br>
| + | [[No. 136:]] "Amazing Grace, How Sweet The Sound."<br> |
| − | He, to rescue me from danger,<br>
| + | [[No. 137:]] "Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me."<br> |
| − | Interposed His precious blood.<br>
| + | [[No. 140:]] "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 145:]] "Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken."<br> |
| − | O to grace how great a debtor<br>
| + | [[No. 146:]] "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord."<br> |
| − | Daily I'm constrained to be!<br>
| + | [[No. 151:]] "O Word of God Incarnate"<br> |
| − | Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,<br>
| + | [[No. 156:]] "How Firm A Foundation."<br> |
| − | Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:<br>
| + | [[No. 157:]] "The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word."<br> |
| − | Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,<br>
| + | [[No. 167:]] "Jesus Shall Reign."<br> |
| − | Prone to leave the God I love.<br>
| + | [[No. 168:]] "From Greenland's Icy Mountains."<br> |
| − | Here's my heart, O take and seal it;<br>
| + | [[No. 214:]] "With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh."<br> |
| − | Seal it for Thy courts above.<br>
| + | [[No. 219:]] "My Sins, My Sins, My Saviour."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 238:]] "My Faith Looks Up To Thee."<br> |
| − | No. 11: "O, Worship The King."<br> | + | [[No. 245:]] "Jesus, Lover Of My Soul."<br> |
| − | O worship the King, all glorious above,<br>
| + | [[No. 268:]] "O Jesus, Joy Of Loving Hearts."<br> |
| − | O gratefully sing His power and His love;<br>
| + | [[No. 291:]] "My Jesus, As Thou Wilt."<br> |
| − | Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,<br>
| + | [[No. 309:]] "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."<br> |
| − | Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.<br>
| + | [[No. 336:]] "The Sands Of Time Are Sinking."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 382:]] "Once In Royal David's City."<br> |
| − | O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,<br>
| + | [[No. 412:]] "Our God, Our Help In Ages Past."<br> |
| − | Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space,<br>
| + | [[No. 414:]] "God Moves In A Mysterious Way."<br> |
| − | His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,<br>
| + | [[No. 415:]] "As The Hart When Noon Is Burning."<br> |
| − | And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.<br>
| + | [[No. 417:]] "Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 418:]]"From Heaven Above To Earth I Come."<br> |
| − | The earth with its store of wonders untold,<br>
| + | [[No. 419:]]"O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High."<br> |
| − | Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;<br>
| + | [[No. 420:]] "O Sacred Head Now Wounded."<br> |
| − | Established it fast by a changeless decree,<br>
| + | [[No. 421:]] "Lord, Thy Death And Passion Give,"<br> |
| − | And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.<br>
| + | [[No. 423:]] "Praise The Saviour Now And Ever."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 424:]] "Jesus Sinners Doth Receive."<br> |
| − | Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?<br>
| + | [[No. 437:]] "Our Father, Thou In Heaven Above."<br> |
| − | It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;<br>
| + | [[No. 440:]] "Comfort, Comfort Ye My People."<br> |
| − | It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,<br>
| + | [[No. 443:]] "Now Thank We All Our God."<br> |
| − | And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.<br>
| + | [[No. 445:]] "All Glory Be To God On High."<br> |
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| + | [[No. 446:]] "Now Let Every Tongue Adore Thee."<br> |
| − | Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,<br>
| + | [[No. 448:]] "O Bless Our God With One Accord."<br> |
| − | In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;<br>
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| − | Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,<br>
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| − | Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.<br>
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| − | O measureless might! Ineffable love!<br>
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| − | While angels delight to worship Thee above,<br>
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| − | The humbler creation, though feeble their ways,<br>
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| − | With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise.<br>
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| − | No. 13: "Oh! For A Thousand Tongues To Sing."<br> | + | |
| − | O for a thousand tongues to sing<br>
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| − | My great Redeemer's praise,<br>
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| − | The glories of my God and King,<br>
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| − | The triumphs of his grace.<br>
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| − | My gracious Master and my God,<br>
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| − | Assist me to proclaim,<br>
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| − | To spread through all the earth abroad,<br>
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| − | The honors of thy Name.<br>
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| − | Jesus, the Name that charms our fears,<br>
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| − | That bids our sorrows cease;<br>
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| − | 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,<br>
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| − | 'Tis life, and health, and peace.<br>
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| − | He breaks the power of reigning sin,<br>
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| − | He sets the pris'ner free;<br>
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| − | His blood can make the foulest clean,<br>
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| − | His blood availed for me.<br>
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| − | He speaks and, listening to his voice,<br>
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| − | New life the dead receive;<br>
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| − | The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;<br>
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| − | The humble poor believe.<br>
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| − | No. 15: "O! Day Of Rest And Gladness."<br> | + | |
| − | O day of rest and gladness,<br>
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| − | O day of joy and light,<br>
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| − | O balm of care and sadness,<br>
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| − | Most beautiful, most bright;<br>
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| − | On thee the high and lowly,<br>
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| − | Through ages joined in tune,<br>
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| − | Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,<br>
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| − | To the great God Triune,<br>
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| − | On thee, at the creation,<br>
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| − | The light first had its birth;<br>
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| − | On thee, for our salvation,<br>
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| − | Christ rose from depths of earth;<br>
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| − | On thee our Lord, victorious,<br>
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| − | The Spirit sent from heav'n;<br>
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| − | And thus on thee, most glorious,<br>
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| − | A triple light was giv'n.<br>
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| − | Thou art a port protected<br>
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| − | From storms that round us rise;<br>
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| − | A garden intersected<br>
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| − | With streams of Paradise;<br>
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| − | Thou art a cooling fountain<br>
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| − | In life's dry, dreary sand;<br>
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| − | From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,<br>
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| − | We view the promised land.<br>
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| − | Today on weary nations<br>
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| − | The heav'nly manna falls;<br>
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| − | To holy convocations<br>
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| − | The silver trumpet calls,<br>
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| − | Where gospel light is glowing<br>
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| − | With pure and radiant beams,<br>
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| − | And living water flowing<br>
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| − | With soul-refreshing streams.<br>
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| − | New graces ever gaining<br>
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| − | From this our day of rest,<br>
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| − | We reach the rest remaining<br>
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| − | To spirits of the blest.<br>
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| − | To Holy Ghost be praises,<br>
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| − | To Father and to Son;<br>
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| − | The church her voice upraises<br>
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| − | To thee, blest Three in One.<br>
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| − | No. 16: "Safely Through Another Week."<br> | + | |
| − | Safely through another week<br>
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| − | God has brought us on our way;<br>
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| − | Let us now a blessing seek,<br>
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| − | Waiting in his courts today;<br>
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| − | Day of all the week the best,<br>
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| − | Emblem of eternal rest.<br>
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| − | While we pray for pard'ning grace,<br>
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| − | Through the dear Redeemer's Name,<br>
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| − | Show thy reconciled face;<br>
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| − | Take away our sin and shame;<br>
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| − | From our worldly cares set free,<br>
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| − | May we rest this day in thee.<br>
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| − | Here we come thy Name to praise,<br>
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| − | Let us feel thy presence near;<br>
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| − | May thy glory meet our eyes,<br>
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| − | While we in thy house appear:<br>
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| − | Here afford us, Lord, a taste<br>
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| − | Of our everlasting feast.<br>
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| − | May thy gospel's joyful sound<br>
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| − | Conquer sinners, comfort saints;<br>
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| − | May the fruits of grace abound,<br>
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| − | Bring relief for all complaints:<br>
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| − | Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,<br>
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| − | Till we join the church above.<br>
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| − | No. 19: "Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord."<br> | + | |
| − | Thee we adore, eternal Lord!<br>
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| − | We praise thy name with one accord.<br>
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| − | Thy saints, who here thy goodness see,<br>
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| − | Through all the world do worship thee.<br>
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| − | To thee aloud all angels cry,<br>
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| − | The heavens and all the pow'rs on high:<br>
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| − | Thee, holy, holy, holy king,<br>
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| − | Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.<br>
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| − | Apostles join the glorious throng,<br>
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| − | And prophets swell th'immortal song;<br>
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| − | Thy martyrs' noble army raise<br>
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| − | Eternal anthems to thy praise.<br>
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| − | From day to day, O Lord, do we<br>
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| − | Exalt and highly honor thee!<br>
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| − | Thy name we worship and adore,<br>
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| − | World without end, for evermore.<br>
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| − | No. 26: "Lord, Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing."<br> | + | |
| − | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing;<br>
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| − | Fill our hearts with joy and peace;<br>
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| − | Let us each, thy love possessing,<br>
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| − | Triumph in redeeming grace:<br>
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| − | O refresh us, O refresh us,<br>
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| − | Traveling through this wilderness.<br>
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| − | Thanks we give and adoration<br>
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| − | For thy gospel's joyful sound:<br>
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| − | May the fruits of thy salvation<br>
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| − | In our hearts and lives abound:<br>
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| − | Ever faithful, ever faithful,<br>
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| − | To the truth may we be found.<br>
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| − | So that when thy love shall call us,<br>
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| − | Saviour, from the world away,<br>
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| − | Let no fear of death appall us,<br>
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| − | Glad thy summons to obey:<br>
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| − | May we ever, may we ever,<br>
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| − | Reign with thee in endless day.<br>
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| − | No. 27: "Holy, Holy, Holy."<br> | + | |
| − | Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!<br>
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| − | Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,<br>
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| − | God in three persons, blessed Trinity!<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee,<br>
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| − | casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;<br>
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| − | cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,<br>
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| − | which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,<br>
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| − | though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,<br>
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| − | only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,<br>
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| − | perfect in power, in love and purity.<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!<br>
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| − | All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea.<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,<br>
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| − | God in three persons, blessed Trinity.<br>
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| − | No. 28: "All Glory Be To Thee Most High."<br>
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| − | All glory be to thee, Most High,<br>
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| − | To thee all adoration;<br>
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| − | In grace and truth thou drawest nigh<br>
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| − | To offer us salvation;<br>
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| − | Thou showest thy good will to men,<br>
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| − | And peace shall reign on earth again;<br>
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| − | We praise thy Name for ever.<br>
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| − | We praise, we worship thee, we trust,<br>
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| − | And give thee thanks for ever,<br>
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| − | O Father, for thy rule is just<br>
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| − | And wise, and changes never;<br>
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| − | Thy hand almighty o'er us reigns,<br>
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| − | Thou doest what thy will ordains;<br>
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| − | 'Tis well for us thou rulest.<br>
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| − | O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord,<br>
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| − | Son of the Heavenly Father,<br>
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| − | O thou who hast our peace restored,<br>
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| − | The straying sheep dost gather,<br>
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| − | Thou Lamb of God, to thee on high<br>
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| − | Out of the depths we sinners cry:<br>
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| − | Have mercy on us, Jesus!<br>
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| − | O Holy Spirit, precious gift,<br>
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| − | Thou Comforter unfailing,<br>
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| − | From Satan's snares our souls uplift,<br>
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| − | And let thy power, availing,<br>
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| − | Avert our woes and calm our dread.<br>
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| − | For us the Saviour's blood was shed;<br>
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| − | We trust in thee to save us.<br>
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| − | No. 30: "Round The Lord In Glory Seated."<br> | + | |
| − | Round the Lord in glory seated,<br>
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| − | Cherubim and seraphim<br>
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| − | Filled his temple, and repeated<br>
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| − | Each to each the alternate hymn:<br>
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| − | "Lord thy glory fills the heaven,<br>
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| − | Earth is with its fulness stored;<br>
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| − | Unto thee be glory given,<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy Lord!"<br>
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| − | Heaven is still with glory ringing,<br>
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| − | Earth takes up the angels' cry,<br>
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| − | "Holy, holy, holy," singing,<br>
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| − | "Lord of hosts, the Lord most high."<br>
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| − | With his seraph train before him,<br>
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| − | With his holy church below,<br>
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| − | Thus conspire we to adore him,<br>
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| − | Bid we thus our anthem flow:<br>
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| − | "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,<br>
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| − | Earth is with its fulness stored;<br>
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| − | Unto thee be glory given,<br>
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| − | Holy, holy, holy Lord!"<br>
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| − | Thus thy glorious Name confessing,<br>
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| − | We adopt thine angels' cry,<br>
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| − | "Holy, holy, holy," blessing<br>
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| − | Thee, the Lord of Hosts most high.<br>
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| − | No. 39: "The Heavens Declare Thy Glory."<br> | + | |
| − | The heav'ns declare thy glory,<br>
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| − | The firmament thy pow'r;<br>
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| − | Day unto day the story<br>
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| − | Repeats from hour to hour;<br>
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| − | Night unto night replying,<br>
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| − | Proclaims in every land,<br>
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| − | O Lord, with voice undying,<br>
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| − | The wonders of thy hand.<br>
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| − | The sun with royal splendor<br>
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| − | Goes forth to chant thy praise,<br>
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| − | And moonbeams soft and tender<br>
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| − | Their gentler anthem raise;<br>
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| − | Over every tribe and nation<br>
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| − | The music strange is poured,<br>
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| − | The song of all creation<br>
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| − | To thee, creation's Lord.<br>
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| − | All heaven on high rejoices<br>
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| − | To do its Maker's will,<br>
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| − | The stars with solemn voices<br>
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| − | Resound thy praises still;<br>
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| − | So let my whole behavior,
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| − | Thoughts, words, and actions be,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Lord, my Strength, my Saviour,<br>
| + | |
| − | One ceaseless song to thee.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 41: "The Spacious Firmament On High."<br> | + | |
| − | The spacious firmament on high with all the blue ethereal sky<br>
| + | |
| − | and spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.<br>
| + | |
| − | Th'unwearied sun, from day to day, does his Creator's power display<br>
| + | |
| − | and publishes to every land the work of an almighty hand.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Soon as the evening shades prevail, the moon takes up<br>
| + | |
| − | the wondrous tale and nightly, to the listening earth,<br>
| + | |
| − | Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars<br>
| + | |
| − | that 'round her burn and all the planets in their turn<br>
| + | |
| − | confirm the tidings as they roll and spread the truth from pole to pole.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | What, though in solemn silence all move 'round this dark terrestrial ball?<br>
| + | |
| − | What, though no real voice nor sound amidst the radiant orbs be found?<br>
| + | |
| − | In reason's ear they all rejoice and utter forth a glorious voice,<br>
| + | |
| − | forever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." <br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 57: "O Come, O Come, Immanuel." <br> | + | |
| − | O come, O come, Immanuel,<br>
| + | |
| − | And ransom captive Israel,<br>
| + | |
| − | That mourns in lonely exile here<br>
| + | |
| − | Until the Son of God appear.<br>
| + | |
| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.<br>
| + | |
| − | O come, Thou rod of Jesse, free<br>
| + | |
| − | Thine own from Satan's tyranny;<br>
| + | |
| − | From depths of hell Thy people save,<br>
| + | |
| − | And give them vict'ry o'er the grave.<br>
| + | |
| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer<br>
| + | |
| − | Our spirits by Thine advent here:<br>
| + | |
| − | And drive away the shades of night,<br>
| + | |
| − | And pierce the clouds and bring us light.<br>
| + | |
| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O come, Thou Key of David, come,<br>
| + | |
| − | And open wide our heav'nly home;<br>
| + | |
| − | Make safe the way that leads on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | And close the path to misery.<br>
| + | |
| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 59: "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing." <br> | + | |
| − | Hark! the herald angels sing,<br>
| + | |
| − | "Glory to the newborn King:<br>
| + | |
| − | Peace on earth, and mercy mild,<br>
| + | |
| − | God and sinners reconciled!"<br>
| + | |
| − | Joyful, all ye nations, rise,<br>
| + | |
| − | Join the triumph of the skies;<br>
| + | |
| − | With th'angelic host proclaim,<br>
| + | |
| − | "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Hark! the herald angels sing,<br>
| + | |
| − | "Glory to the newborn King."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Christ, by highest heav'n adored,<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ, the everlasting Lord!<br>
| + | |
| − | Late in time behold him come,<br>
| + | |
| − | Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
| + | |
| − | Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;<br>
| + | |
| − | Hail th'incarnate Deity,<br>
| + | |
| − | Pleased as man with men to dwell,<br>
| + | |
| − | Jesus, our Emmanuel.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!<br>
| + | |
| − | Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!<br>
| + | |
| − | Light and life to all he brings,<br>
| + | |
| − | Ris'n with healing in his wings.<br>
| + | |
| − | Mild he lays his glory by,<br>
| + | |
| − | Born that man no more may die,<br>
| + | |
| − | Born to raise the sons of earth,<br>
| + | |
| − | Born to give them second birth.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 68: "All My Heart This Night Rejoices." <br> | + | |
| − | All my heart this night rejoices<br>
| + | |
| − | As I hear<br>
| + | |
| − | Far and near<br>
| + | |
| − | Sweetest angel voices.<br>
| + | |
| − | "Christ is born," their choirs are singing<br>
| + | |
| − | Till the air<br>
| + | |
| − | Everywhere<br>
| + | |
| − | Now with joy is ringing.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Forth today the Conqueror goeth,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who the foe,<br>
| + | |
| − | Sin and woe,<br>
| + | |
| − | Death and hell, o'erthroweth.<br>
| + | |
| − | God is man, man to deliver;<br>
| + | |
| − | His dear Son<br>
| + | |
| − | Now is one<br>
| + | |
| − | With our blood forever.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Shall we still dread God's displeasure,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who, to save,<br>
| + | |
| − | Freely gave<br>
| + | |
| − | His most cherished treasure?<br>
| + | |
| − | To redeem us, he hath given
| + | |
| − | His own Son<br>
| + | |
| − | From the throne<br>
| + | |
| − | Of his might in heaven.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | He becomes the Lamb that taketh<br>
| + | |
| − | Sin away<br>
| + | |
| − | And for aye<br>
| + | |
| − | Full atonement maketh.
| + | |
| − | For our life his own he tenders;<br>
| + | |
| − | And our race,<br>
| + | |
| − | By his grace,<br>
| + | |
| − | Meet for glory renders.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Hark! a voice from yonder manger,<br>
| + | |
| − | Soft and sweet,<br>
| + | |
| − | Doth entreat:<br>
| + | |
| − | "Flee from woe and danger,<br>
| + | |
| − | Brethren, from all ills that grieve you<br>
| + | |
| − | You are freed;<br>
| + | |
| − | All you need<br>
| + | |
| − | I will surely give you."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Come, then, banish all your sadness,<br>
| + | |
| − | One and all,<br>
| + | |
| − | Great and small;<br>
| + | |
| − | Come with songs of gladness.<br>
| + | |
| − | Love him who with love is glowing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Hail the star,<br>
| + | |
| − | Near and far<br>
| + | |
| − | Light and joy bestowing.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Dearest Lord, thee will I cherish.<br>
| + | |
| − | Though my breath<br>
| + | |
| − | Fail in death,<br>
| + | |
| − | Yet I shall not perish,<br>
| + | |
| − | But with thee abide for ever<br>
| + | |
| − | There on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | In that joy<br>
| + | |
| − | Which can vanish never.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 74: "Alas, And Did My Saviour Bleed?" <br> | + | |
| − | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,<br>
| + | |
| − | And did my Sovereign die!<br>
| + | |
| − | Would he devote that sacred head<br>
| + | |
| − | For such a worm as I!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Was it for crimes that I had done<br>
| + | |
| − | He groaned upon the tree!<br>
| + | |
| − | Amazing pity! grace unknown!<br>
| + | |
| − | And love beyond degree!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Well might the sun in darkness hide,<br>
| + | |
| − | And shut his glories in,<br>
| + | |
| − | When Christ, the mighty Maker, died<br>
| + | |
| − | For man the creature's sin.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thus might I hide my blushing face<br>
| + | |
| − | While his dear cross appears;<br>
| + | |
| − | Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,<br>
| + | |
| − | And melt mine eyes in tears.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | But drops of grief can ne'er repay<br>
| + | |
| − | The debt of love I owe;<br>
| + | |
| − | Here, Lord, I give myself away,<br>
| + | |
| − | 'Tis all that I can do.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 75: "Beneath The Cross Of Jesus."<br> | + | |
| − | Beneath the cross of Jesus<br>
| + | |
| − | I fain would take my stand,<br>
| + | |
| − | The shadow of a mighty Rock<br>
| + | |
| − | Within a weary land;<br>
| + | |
| − | A home within the wilderness,<br>
| + | |
| − | A rest upon the way,<br>
| + | |
| − | From the burning of the noontide heat,<br>
| + | |
| − | And the burden of the day.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Upon the cross of Jesus<br>
| + | |
| − | Mine eye at times can see<br>
| + | |
| − | The very dying form of One<br>
| + | |
| − | Who suffered there for me:<br>
| + | |
| − | And from my stricken heart with tears<br>
| + | |
| − | Two wonders I confess,<br>
| + | |
| − | The wonders of redeeming love<br>
| + | |
| − | And my own worthlessness.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | I take, O cross, thy shadow<br>
| + | |
| − | For my abiding-place:<br>
| + | |
| − | I ask no other sunshine than<br>
| + | |
| − | The sunshine of his face;<br>
| + | |
| − | Content to let the world go by,<br>
| + | |
| − | To know no gain nor loss;<br>
| + | |
| − | My sinful self my only shame,<br>
| + | |
| − | My glory, all the cross.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 76: "In the Cross Of Christ I Glory." | + | |
| − | In the cross of Christ I glory,<br>
| + | |
| − | Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;<br>
| + | |
| − | All the light of sacred story<br>
| + | |
| − | Gathers round its head sublime.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | When the woes of life o'er-take me,<br>
| + | |
| − | Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,<br>
| + | |
| − | Never shall the cross forsake me;<br>
| + | |
| − | Lo! it glows with peace and joy.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | When the sun of bliss is beaming<br>
| + | |
| − | Light and love upon my way,<br>
| + | |
| − | From the cross the radiance, streaming,<br>
| + | |
| − | Adds more luster to the day.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,<br>
| + | |
| − | By the cross are sanctified;<br>
| + | |
| − | Peace is there, that knows no measure,<br>
| + | |
| − | Joys that thro' all time abide.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br> | + | |
| − | No. 771: "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross."<br> | + | |
| − | When I survey the wondrous cross<br>
| + | |
| − | On which the Prince of glory died,<br>
| + | |
| − | My richest gain I count but loss,<br>
| + | |
| − | And pour contempt on all my pride.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,<br>
| + | |
| − | Save in the death of Christ my God:
| + | |
| − | All the vain things that charm me most,<br>
| + | |
| − | I sacrifice them to his blood.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | See, from his head, his hands, his feet,<br>
| + | |
| − | Sorrow and love flow mingled down:<br>
| + | |
| − | Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,<br>
| + | |
| − | Or thorns compose so rich a crown?<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Were the whole realm of nature mine,<br>
| + | |
| − | That were a present far too small;<br>
| + | |
| − | Love so amazing, so divine,<br>
| + | |
| − | Demands my soul, my life, my all.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 82: "Christ The Lord Is Risen Today."<br> | + | |
| − | "Christ the Lord is risen today," Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Sons of men and angels say; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Raise your joys and triumphs high; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Sing ye heav'ns, and earth, reply: Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ has burst the gates of hell: Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Death in vain forbids his rise; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ hath opened Paradise. Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Lives again our glorious King; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Once he died, our souls to save; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Following our exalted Head; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Made like him, like him we rise: Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Hail, the Lord of earth and heav'n! Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Praise to thee by both be giv'n; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Thee we greet triumphant now; Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 84: "The Strife Is O'er, The Battle Done."<br> | + | |
| − | Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The strife is o'er, the battle done;<br>
| + | |
| − | The victory of life is won;<br>
| + | |
| − | The song of triumph has begun.<br>
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The pow'rs of death have done their worst,<br>
| + | |
| − | But Christ their legions hath dispersed:<br>
| + | |
| − | Let shouts of holy joy outburst.<br>
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The three sad days have quickly sped;<br>
| + | |
| − | He rises glorious from the dead:<br>
| + | |
| − | All glory to our risen head!<br>
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | He closed the yawning gates of hell;<br>
| + | |
| − | The bars from heav'n's high portals fell:<br>
| + | |
| − | Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell.<br>
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | From death's dread sting thy servants free,<br>
| + | |
| − | That we may live and sing to thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 106: "Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned." <br> | + | |
| − | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned<br>
| + | |
| − | Upon the Saviour's brow;<br>
| + | |
| − | His head with radiant glories crowned,<br>
| + | |
| − | His lips with grace over flow.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No mortal can with him compare,<br>
| + | |
| − | Among the sons of men;<br>
| + | |
| − | Fairer is he than all the fair<br>
| + | |
| − | That fill the heavenly train.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | He saw me plunged in deep distress,<br>
| + | |
| − | He flew to my relief;<br>
| + | |
| − | For me he bore the shameful cross,<br>
| + | |
| − | And carried all my grief.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | To him I owe my life and breath,<br>
| + | |
| − | And all the joys I have;<br>
| + | |
| − | He makes me triumph over death,<br>
| + | |
| − | And saves me from the grave.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | To heav'n, the place of his abode,<br>
| + | |
| − | He brings my weary feet;<br>
| + | |
| − | Shows me the glories of my God,<br>
| + | |
| − | And makes my joys complete.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Since from his bounty I receive<br>
| + | |
| − | Such proofs of love divine,<br>
| + | |
| − | Had I a thousand hearts to give,<br>
| + | |
| − | Lord, they should all be thine.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 112: "Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee." <br> | + | |
| − | Jesus, the very thought of thee<br>
| + | |
| − | With sweetness fills my breast;<br>
| + | |
| − | But sweeter far thy face to see,<br>
| + | |
| − | And in thy presence rest.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,<br>
| + | |
| − | Nor can the mem'ry find,<br>
| + | |
| − | A sweeter sound than thy blest Name,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Saviour of mankind.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Joy of all the meek,<br>
| + | |
| − | To those who fall, how kind thou art!<br>
| + | |
| − | How good to those who seek!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | But what to those who find? Ah, this<br>
| + | |
| − | Nor tongue nor pen can show:<br>
| + | |
| − | The love of Jesus, what it is<br>
| + | |
| − | None but his loved ones know.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Jesus, our only Joy be thou,<br>
| + | |
| − | As thou our Prize wilt be;<br>
| + | |
| − | Jesus, be thou our Glory now,<br>
| + | |
| − | And through eternity.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 1262: " 'Tis Not That I Did Choose Thee."<br> | + | |
| − | 'Tis not that I did choose thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | For, Lord, that could not be;<br>
| + | |
| − | This heart would still refuse thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Hadst thou not chosen me.<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou from the sin that stained me<br>
| + | |
| − | Hast cleansed and set me free;<br>
| + | |
| − | Of old thou hast ordained me,<br>
| + | |
| − | That I should live to thee.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | 'Twas sovereign mercy called me<br>
| + | |
| − | And taught my op'ning mind;<br>
| + | |
| − | The world had else enthralled me,<br>
| + | |
| − | To heavenly glories blind.<br>
| + | |
| − | My heart owns none before thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | For thy rich grace I thirst;<br>
| + | |
| − | This knowing, if I love thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou must have loved me first.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 136: "Amazing Grace, How Sweet The Sound." <br> | + | |
| − | Amazing grace—how sweet the sound—<br>
| + | |
| − | That saved a wretch like me!<br>
| + | |
| − | I once was lost, but now am found—<br>
| + | |
| − | Was blind, but now I see.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,<br>
| + | |
| − | And grace my fears relieved;<br>
| + | |
| − | How precious did that grace appear<br>
| + | |
| − | The hour I first believed!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,<br>
| + | |
| − | I have already come;<br>
| + | |
| − | 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,<br>
| + | |
| − | And grace will lead me home.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | And when this flesh and heart shall fail,<br>
| + | |
| − | And mortal life shall cease,<br>
| + | |
| − | I shall possess within the veil<br>
| + | |
| − | A life of joy and peace.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | When we've been there ten thousand years,<br>
| + | |
| − | Bright shining as the sun,<br>
| + | |
| − | We've no less days to sing God's praise<br>
| + | |
| − | Than when we've first begun.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 137: "Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me." <br> | + | |
| − | Rock of Ages, cleft for me<br>
| + | |
| − | Let me hide myself in thee;<br>
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| − | Let the water and the blood,<br>
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| − | From thy riven side which flowed,<br>
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| − | Be of sin the double cure,<br>
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| − | Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Not the labors of my hands<br>
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| − | Can fulfil thy law's demands;<br>
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| − | Could my zeal no respite know,<br>
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| − | Could my tears for ever flow,<br>
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| − | All for sin could not atone;<br>
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| − | Thou must save, and thou alone.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Nothing in my hand I bring,<br>
| + | |
| − | Simply to thy cross I cling;<br>
| + | |
| − | Naked, come to thee for dress,<br>
| + | |
| − | Helpless, look to thee for grace;<br>
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| − | Foul, I to the Fountain fly;<br>
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| − | Wash me, Saviour, or I die.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | While I draw this fleeting breath,<br>
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| − | When mine eyelids close in death,<br>
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| − | When I soar to worlds unknown,<br>
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| − | See thee on thy judgment throne,<br>
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| − | Rock of Ages, cleft for me,<br>
| + | |
| − | Let me hide myself in thee.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 140: "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood."<br> | + | |
| − | There is a fountain filled with blood,<br>
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| − | Drawn from Immanuel's veins;<br>
| + | |
| − | And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,<br>
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| − | Lose all their guilty stains.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | The dying thief rejoiced to see<br>
| + | |
| − | That fountain in his day;<br>
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| − | And there have I, as vile as he,<br>
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| − | Washed all my sins away.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | E'er since by faith I saw the stream<br>
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| − | Thy flowing wounds supply,<br>
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| − | Redeeming love has been my theme,<br>
| + | |
| − | And shall be till I die.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood<br>
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| − | Shall never lose its power,<br>
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| − | Till all the ransomed church of God<br>
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| − | Be saved, to sin no more.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 145: "Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken." <br> | + | |
| − | Glorious things of thee are spoken,<br>
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| − | Zion, city of our God;<br>
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| − | He whose word cannot be broken<br>
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| − | Formed thee for his own abode:<br>
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| − | On the Rock of Ages founded,<br>
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| − | What can shake thy sure repose?<br>
| + | |
| − | With salvation's walls surrounded,<br>
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| − | Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | See the streams of living waters,<br>
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| − | Springing from eternal love,<br>
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| − | Well supply thy sons and daughters,<br>
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| − | And all fear of want remove;<br>
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| − | Who can faint, while such a river<br>
| + | |
| − | Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?<br>
| + | |
| − | Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,<br>
| + | |
| − | Never fails from age to age.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Round each habitation hov'ring,<br>
| + | |
| − | See the cloud and fire appear<br>
| + | |
| − | For a glory and a cov'ring,<br>
| + | |
| − | Showing that the Lord is near:<br>
| + | |
| − | Thus deriving from their banner<br>
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| − | Light by night and shade by day,<br>
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| − | Safe they feed upon the manna<br>
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| − | Which he gives them when they pray.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Saviour, if of Zion's city<br>
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| − | I, through grace, a member am,<br>
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| − | Let the world deride or pity<br>
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| − | I will glory in thy Name:<br>
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| − | Fading is the worldling's pleasure,<br>
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| − | All his boasted pomp and show;<br>
| + | |
| − | Solid joys and lasting treasure<br>
| + | |
| − | None but Zion's children know.<br>
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| − | | + | |
| − | No. 146: "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord." <br> | + | |
| − | I love thy Kingdom, Lord,<br>
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| − | The house of thine abode,<br>
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| − | The church our blest Redeemer saved<br>
| + | |
| − | With his own precious blood.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | I love thy church, O God:<br>
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| − | Her walls before thee stand,
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| − | Dear as the apple of thine eye,<br>
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| − | And graven on thy hand.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | For her my tears shall fall,<br>
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| − | For her my prayers ascend;<br>
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| − | To her my cares and toils be giv'n,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till toils and cares shall end.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | Beyond my highest joy<br>
| + | |
| − | I prize her heav'nly ways,<br>
| + | |
| − | Her sweet communion, solemn vows,<br>
| + | |
| − | Her hymns of love and praise.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | Jesus, thou Friend Divine,<br>
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| − | Our Saviour and our King,<br>
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| − | Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall great deliv'rance bring.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | Sure as thy truth shall last,<br>
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| − | To Zion shall be giv'n<br>
| + | |
| − | The brightest glories earth can yield,<br>
| + | |
| − | And brighter bliss of heav'n.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | No. 151: "O Word of God Incarnate"<br> | + | |
| − | O Word of God Incarnate,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Wisdom from on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Truth unchanged, unchanging,<br>
| + | |
| − | O light of our dark sky;<br>
| + | |
| − | We praise thee for the radiance<br>
| + | |
| − | That from the hallowed page,<br>
| + | |
| − | A lantern to our footsteps<br>
| + | |
| − | Shines on from age to age.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | The church from her dear Master<br>
| + | |
| − | Received the gift divine,
| + | |
| − | And still that light she lifteth<br>
| + | |
| − | O'er all the earth to shine.<br>
| + | |
| − | It is the golden casket,<br>
| + | |
| − | Where gems of truth are stored;<br>
| + | |
| − | It is the heav'n-drawn picture<br>
| + | |
| − | Of Christ, the living Word.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | It floateth like a banner<br>
| + | |
| − | Before God's host unfurled;<br>
| + | |
| − | It shineth like a beacon<br>
| + | |
| − | Above the darkling world.<br>
| + | |
| − | It is the chart and compass<br>
| + | |
| − | That o'er life's surging sea,<br>
| + | |
| − | 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,<br>
| + | |
| − | Still guides, O Christ, to thee.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | O make thy church, dear Saviour,<br>
| + | |
| − | A lamp of purest gold,<br>
| + | |
| − | To bear before the nations<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy true light, as of old.<br>
| + | |
| − | O teach thy wand'ring pilgrims<br>
| + | |
| − | By this their path to trace,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till, clouds and darkness ended,<br>
| + | |
| − | They see thee face to face.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 156: "How Firm A Foundation." <br> | + | |
| − | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,<br>
| + | |
| − | Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!<br>
| + | |
| − | What more can he say than to you he hath said,<br>
| + | |
| − | You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;<br>
| + | |
| − | I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;<br>
| + | |
| − | I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,<br>
| + | |
| − | Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,<br>
| + | |
| − | The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;<br>
| + | |
| − | For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,<br>
| + | |
| − | And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,<br>
| + | |
| − | My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;<br>
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| − | The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | "E'en down to old age all my people shall prove<br>
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| − | My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;<br>
| + | |
| − | And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,<br>
| + | |
| − | Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,<br>
| + | |
| − | I will not, I will not desert to his foes;<br>
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| − | That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,<br>
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| − | I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake."<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 157: "The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word." <br> | + | |
| − | The Spirit breathes upon the Word,<br>
| + | |
| − | And brings the truth to sight;<br>
| + | |
| − | Precepts and promises afford<br>
| + | |
| − | A sanctifying light.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | A glory gilds the sacred page,<br>
| + | |
| − | Majestic, like the sun:<br>
| + | |
| − | It gives a light to ev'ry age;<br>
| + | |
| − | It gives, but borrows none.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The Hand that gave it still supplies<br>
| + | |
| − | The gracious light and heat:<br>
| + | |
| − | His truths upon the nations rise;<br>
| + | |
| − | They rise, but never set.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | Let everlasting thanks be thine<br>
| + | |
| − | For such a bright display<br>
| + | |
| − | As makes a world of darkness shine<br>
| + | |
| − | With beams of heav'nly day.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | My soul rejoices to pursue<br>
| + | |
| − | The steps of him I love.<br>
| + | |
| − | Till glory break upon my view<br>
| + | |
| − | In brighter worlds above.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | No. 167: "Jesus Shall Reign."<br> | + | |
| − | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun<br>
| + | |
| − | Does his successive journeys run;<br>
| + | |
| − | His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till moons shall wax and wane no more.<br>
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| − | <br>
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| − | For him shall endless prayer be made,<br>
| + | |
| − | And praises throng to crown his head;<br>
| + | |
| − | His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise<br>
| + | |
| − | With ev'ry morning sacrifice.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | People and realms of ev'ry tongue<br>
| + | |
| − | Dwell on his love with sweetest song;<br>
| + | |
| − | And infant voices shall proclaim<br>
| + | |
| − | Their early blessings on his Name.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Blessings abound where'er he reigns;<br>
| + | |
| − | The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains,<br>
| + | |
| − | The weary find eternal rest,<br>
| + | |
| − | And all the sons of want are blest.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Let ev'ry creature rise and bring<br>
| + | |
| − | Peculiar honors to our King,<br>
| + | |
| − | Angels descend with songs again,<br>
| + | |
| − | And earth repeat the loud Amen.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | No. 168: "From Greenland's Icy Mountains." <br> | + | |
| − | From Greenland's icy mountains,<br>
| + | |
| − | From India's coral strand,<br>
| + | |
| − | Were Afric's sunny fountains<br>
| + | |
| − | Roll down their golden sand,<br>
| + | |
| − | From many an ancient river,<br>
| + | |
| − | From many a palmy plain,<br>
| + | |
| − | They call us to deliver<br>
| + | |
| − | Their land from error's chain.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | What though the spicy breezes<br>
| + | |
| − | Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;<br>
| + | |
| − | Though ev'ry prospect pleases,<br>
| + | |
| − | And only man is vile:<br>
| + | |
| − | In vain with lavish kindness<br>
| + | |
| − | The gifts of God are strown;<br>
| + | |
| − | The heathen in his blindness<br>
| + | |
| − | Bows down to wood and stone.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
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| − | Can we, whose souls are lighted<br>
| + | |
| − | With wisdom from on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | Can we to men benighted<br>
| + | |
| − | The lamp of life deny?<br>
| + | |
| − | Salvation! O salvation!<br>
| + | |
| − | The joyful sound proclaim,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till each remotest nation<br>
| + | |
| − | Has learned Messiah's Name.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,<br>
| + | |
| − | And you, ye waters, roll,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till like a sea of glory<br>
| + | |
| − | It spreads from pole to pole.<br>
| + | |
| − | Till o'er our ransomed nature<br>
| + | |
| − | The Lamb for sinners slain,<br>
| + | |
| − | Redeemer, King, Creator,<br>
| + | |
| − | In bliss returns to reign.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 214: "With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh."<br> | + | |
| − | With broken heart and contrite sigh,<br>
| + | |
| − | A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free:<br>
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | I smite upon my troubled breast,<br>
| + | |
| − | With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ and his cross my only plea:<br>
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Far off I stand with tearful eyes,<br>
| + | |
| − | Nor dare uplift them to the skies;<br>
| + | |
| − | But thou dost all my anguish see:<br>
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No alms nor deeds that I have done,<br>
| + | |
| − | Can for a single sin atone;<br>
| + | |
| − | To Calvary alone I flee:<br>
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | And when, redeemed from sin and hell,<br>
| + | |
| − | With all the ransomed throng I dwell<br>
| + | |
| − | My raptured song shall ever be,<br>
| + | |
| − | "God has been merciful to me."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 219: "My Sins, My Sins, My Saviour."<br> | + | |
| − | My sins, my sins, my Saviour!<br>
| + | |
| − | They take such hold on me,<br>
| + | |
| − | I am not able to look up,<br>
| + | |
| − | Save only, Christ, on thee;<br>
| + | |
| − | In thee is all forgiveness,<br>
| + | |
| − | In thee abundant grace,<br>
| + | |
| − | My shadow and my sunshine<br>
| + | |
| − | The brightness of thy face.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | My sins, my sins, my Saviour!<br>
| + | |
| − | Their guilt I never knew<br>
| + | |
| − | Till with thee in the desert<br>
| + | |
| − | I near thy passion drew;<br>
| + | |
| − | Till with thee in the garden<br>
| + | |
| − | I heard thy pleading pray'r,<br>
| + | |
| − | And saw the sweat-drops bloody<br>
| + | |
| − | That told thy sorrow there.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Therefore my songs, my Saviour,<br>
| + | |
| − | E'en in this time of woe,<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall tell of all thy goodness<br>
| + | |
| − | To suff'ring man below;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy goodness and thy favor,<br>
| + | |
| − | Whose presence from above<br>
| + | |
| − | Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour,<br>
| + | |
| − | That live in thee and love.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 238: "My Faith Looks Up To Thee."<br> | + | |
| − | My faith looks up to thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Lamb of Calvary,<br>
| + | |
| − | Saviour Divine;<br>
| + | |
| − | Now hear me while I pray,<br>
| + | |
| − | Take all my guilt away,<br>
| + | |
| − | O let me from this day<br>
| + | |
| − | Be wholly thine.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | May thy rich grace impart<br>
| + | |
| − | Strength to my fainting heart,<br>
| + | |
| − | My zeal inspire;<br>
| + | |
| − | As thou hast died for me,<br>
| + | |
| − | O may my love to thee<br>
| + | |
| − | Pure, warm and changeless be,<br>
| + | |
| − | A living fire.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | While life's dark maze I tread,<br>
| + | |
| − | And griefs around me spread,<br>
| + | |
| − | Be thou my guide;<br>
| + | |
| − | Bid darkness turn to day,<br>
| + | |
| − | Wipe sorrow's tears away,<br>
| + | |
| − | Nor let me ever stray<br>
| + | |
| − | From thee aside.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | When ends life's transient dream,<br>
| + | |
| − | When death's cold, sullen stream<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall o'er me roll,<br>
| + | |
| − | Blest Saviour, then, in love,<br>
| + | |
| − | Fear and distrust remove;<br>
| + | |
| − | O bear me safe above,<br>
| + | |
| − | A ransomed soul.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 2452: "Jesus, Lover Of My Soul."<br> | + | |
| − | Jesus, Lover of my soul,<br>
| + | |
| − | Let me to thy bosom fly,<br>
| + | |
| − | While the nearer waters roll,<br>
| + | |
| − | While the tempest still is high:<br>
| + | |
| − | Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till the storm of life is past;<br>
| + | |
| − | Safe into the haven guide,<br>
| + | |
| − | O receive my soul at last!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Other refuge have I none,<br>
| + | |
| − | Hangs my helpless soul on thee;<br>
| + | |
| − | Leave, ah! leave me not alone,<br>
| + | |
| − | Still support and comfort me!<br>
| + | |
| − | All my trust on thee is stayed,<br>
| + | |
| − | All my help from thee I bring;<br>
| + | |
| − | Cover my defenseless head<br>
| + | |
| − | With the shadow of thy wing.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thou, O Christ, art all I want;<br>
| + | |
| − | More than all in thee I find:<br>
| + | |
| − | Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,<br>
| + | |
| − | Heal the sick, and lead the blind.<br>
| + | |
| − | Just and holy is thy Name;<br>
| + | |
| − | I am all unrighteousness;<br>
| + | |
| − | False and full of sin I am,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou art full of truth and grace.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Plenteous grace with thee is found,<br>
| + | |
| − | Grace to cover all my sin;<br>
| + | |
| − | Let the healing streams abound;<br>
| + | |
| − | Make and keep me pure within:<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou of life the Fountain art,<br>
| + | |
| − | Freely let me take of thee;<br>
| + | |
| − | Spring thou up within my heart,<br>
| + | |
| − | Rise to all eternity.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 268: "O Jesus, Joy Of Loving Hearts."<br> | + | |
| − | Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Fount of life, thou Light of men,<br>
| + | |
| − | From the best bliss that earth imparts<br>
| + | |
| − | We turn unfilled to thee again.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou savest those that on thee call;<br>
| + | |
| − | To them that seek thee thou art good,<br>
| + | |
| − | To them that find thee all in all.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | We taste thee, O thou living Bread,<br>
| + | |
| − | And long to feast upon thee still;<br>
| + | |
| − | We drink of thee, the Fountainhead,<br>
| + | |
| − | And thirst our souls from thee to fill.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Our restless spirits yearn for thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Where'er our changeful lot is cast;<br>
| + | |
| − | Glad when thy gracious smile we see,<br>
| + | |
| − | Blest when our faith can hold thee fast.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Jesus, ever with us stay,<br>
| + | |
| − | Make all our moments calm and bright;<br>
| + | |
| − | Chase the dark night of sin away,<br>
| + | |
| − | Shed o'er the world thy holy light.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 291: "My Jesus, As Thou Wilt."<br> | + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!<br>
| + | |
| − | O may thy will be mine;<br>
| + | |
| − | Into thy hand of love<br>
| + | |
| − | I would my all resign.<br>
| + | |
| − | Through sorrow, or through joy,<br>
| + | |
| − | Conduct me as thine own;<br>
| + | |
| − | And help me still to say,<br>
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!<br>
| + | |
| − | If needy here and poor,<br>
| + | |
| − | Give me thy people's bread,<br>
| + | |
| − | Their portion rich and sure.<br>
| + | |
| − | The manna of thy Word<br>
| + | |
| − | Let my soul feed upon;<br>
| + | |
| − | And if all else should fail,<br>
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!<br>
| + | |
| − | Though seen through many a tear,<br>
| + | |
| − | Let not my star of hope<br>
| + | |
| − | Grow dim or disappear.<br>
| + | |
| − | Since thou on earth hast wept,<br>
| + | |
| − | And sorrowed oft alone,<br>
| + | |
| − | If I must weep with thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!<br>
| + | |
| − | All shall be well for me;<br>
| + | |
| − | Each changing future scene<br>
| + | |
| − | I gladly trust with thee.<br>
| + | |
| − | Straight to my home above<br>
| + | |
| − | I travel calmly on,<br>
| + | |
| − | And sing, in life or death,<br>
| + | |
| − | "My Lord, thy will be done."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 309: "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God." <br> | + | |
| − | A mighty fortress is our God,<br>
| + | |
| − | A bulwark never failing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Our helper he amid the flood<br>
| + | |
| − | Of mortal ills prevailing.<br>
| + | |
| − | For still our ancient foe<br>
| + | |
| − | Doth seek to work us woe;<br>
| + | |
| − | His craft and power are great;<br>
| + | |
| − | And armed with cruel hate,<br>
| + | |
| − | On earth is not his equal.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Did we in our own strength confide,<br>
| + | |
| − | Our striving would be losing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Were not the right Man on our side,<br>
| + | |
| − | The Man of God's own choosing.<br>
| + | |
| − | Dost ask who that may be?<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ Jesus, it is he,<br>
| + | |
| − | Lord Sabaoth his name,<br>
| + | |
| − | From age to age the same,<br>
| + | |
| − | And he must win the battle.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | And though this world, with devils filled,<br>
| + | |
| − | Should threaten to undo us,<br>
| + | |
| − | We will not fear, for God hath willed<br>
| + | |
| − | His truth to triumph through us.<br>
| + | |
| − | The prince of darkness grim,<br>
| + | |
| − | We tremble not for him;<br>
| + | |
| − | His rage we can endure,<br>
| + | |
| − | For lo! his doom is sure;<br>
| + | |
| − | One little word shall fell him.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | That Word above all earthly powers,<br>
| + | |
| − | No thanks to them, abideth;<br>
| + | |
| − | The Spirit and the gifts are ours<br>
| + | |
| − | Through him who with us sideth;<br>
| + | |
| − | Let goods and kindred go,<br>
| + | |
| − | This mortal life also;<br>
| + | |
| − | The body they may kill:<br>
| + | |
| − | God's truth abideth still;<br>
| + | |
| − | His kingdom is for ever.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 336: "The Sands Of Time Are Sinking."<br> | + | |
| − | The sands of time are sinking,<br>
| + | |
| − | The dawn of heaven breaks,<br>
| + | |
| − | The summer morn I've sighed for,<br>
| + | |
| − | The fair sweet morn awakes;<br>
| + | |
| − | Dark, dark, hath been the midnight,<br>
| + | |
| − | But dayspring is at hand,<br>
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth<br>
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The King there in his beauty<br>
| + | |
| − | Without a veil is seen;<br>
| + | |
| − | It were a well-spent journey<br>
| + | |
| − | Though seven deaths lay between:<br>
| + | |
| − | The Lamb with his fair army<br>
| + | |
| − | Doth on Mount Zion stand,<br>
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth<br>
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Christ, he is the fountain,<br>
| + | |
| − | The deep sweet well of love!<br>
| + | |
| − | The streams on earth I've tasted<br>
| + | |
| − | More deep I'll drink above:<br>
| + | |
| − | There to an ocean fullness<br>
| + | |
| − | His mercy doth expand,<br>
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth<br>
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The bride eyes not her garment,<br>
| + | |
| − | But her dear bridegroom's face;<br>
| + | |
| − | I will not gaze at glory,<br>
| + | |
| − | But on my King of grace;<br>
| + | |
| − | Not at the crown he gifteth,<br>
| + | |
| − | But on his pierced hand:<br>
| + | |
| − | The Lamb is all the glory<br>
| + | |
| − | Of Emmanuel's land.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 382: "Once In Royal David's City."<br> | + | |
| − | Once in royal David's city<br>
| + | |
| − | Stood a lowly cattle shed,<br>
| + | |
| − | Where a mother laid her baby<br>
| + | |
| − | In a manger for his bed:<br>
| + | |
| − | Mary was that mother mild,<br>
| + | |
| − | Jesus Christ her little child.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | He came down to earth from heaven<br>
| + | |
| − | Who is God and Lord of all,<br>
| + | |
| − | And his shelter was a stable,<br>
| + | |
| − | And his cradle was a stall:<br>
| + | |
| − | With the poor, and mean, and lowly,<br>
| + | |
| − | Lived on earth our Saviour holy.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | And, through all his wondrous childhood<br>
| + | |
| − | He would honor and obey,<br>
| + | |
| − | Love and watch the lowly maiden<br>
| + | |
| − | In whose gentle arms he lay:<br>
| + | |
| − | Christian children all must be<br>
| + | |
| − | Mild, obedient, good as he.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | And our eyes at last shall see him,<br>
| + | |
| − | Through his own redeeming love;<br>
| + | |
| − | For that Child so dear and gentle<br>
| + | |
| − | Is our Lord in heav'n above,<br>
| + | |
| − | And he leads his children on<br>
| + | |
| − | To the place where he is gone.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Not in that poor lowly stable,<br>
| + | |
| − | With the oxen standing by,<br>
| + | |
| − | We shall see him, but in heaven,<br>
| + | |
| − | Set at God's right hand on high;<br>
| + | |
| − | When like stars his children crowned<br>
| + | |
| − | All in white shall wait around.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 412: "Our God, Our Help In Ages Past."<br> | + | |
| − | Our God, our help in ages past,<br>
| + | |
| − | Our hope for years to come,<br>
| + | |
| − | Our shelter from the stormy blast,<br>
| + | |
| − | And our eternal home.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Under the shadow of Thy throne<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy saints have dwelt secure;<br>
| + | |
| − | Sufficient is Thine arm alone,<br>
| + | |
| − | And our defense is sure.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Before the hills in order stood,<br>
| + | |
| − | Or earth received her frame,<br>
| + | |
| − | From everlasting Thou art God,<br>
| + | |
| − | To endless years the same.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,<br>
| + | |
| − | “Return, ye sons of men:”<br>
| + | |
| − | All nations rose from earth at first,<br>
| + | |
| − | And turn to earth again.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | A thousand ages in Thy sight<br>
| + | |
| − | Are like an evening gone;<br>
| + | |
| − | Short as the watch that ends the night<br>
| + | |
| − | Before the rising sun.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | The busy tribes of flesh and blood,<br>
| + | |
| − | With all their lives and cares,<br>
| + | |
| − | Are carried downwards by the flood,<br>
| + | |
| − | And lost in following years.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Time, like an ever rolling stream,<br>
| + | |
| − | Bears all its sons away;<br>
| + | |
| − | They fly, forgotten, as a dream<br>
| + | |
| − | Dies at the opening day.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Like flowery fields the nations stand<br>
| + | |
| − | Pleased with the morning light;<br>
| + | |
| − | The flowers beneath the mower’s hand<br>
| + | |
| − | Lie withering ere ‘tis night.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Our God, our help in ages past,<br>
| + | |
| − | Our hope for years to come,<br>
| + | |
| − | Be Thou our guard while troubles last,<br>
| + | |
| − | And our eternal home.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 414: "God Moves In A Mysterious Way."<br> | + | |
| − | God moves in a mysterious way<br>
| + | |
| − | His wonders to perform;<br>
| + | |
| − | He plants his footsteps in the sea,<br>
| + | |
| − | And rides upon the storm.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Deep in unfathomable mines<br>
| + | |
| − | Of never-failing skill<br>
| + | |
| − | He treasures up his bright designs,<br>
| + | |
| − | And works his sovereign will.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;<br>
| + | |
| − | The clouds ye so much dread<br>
| + | |
| − | Are big with mercy, and shall break<br>
| + | |
| − | In blessings on your head.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,<br>
| + | |
| − | But trust him for his grace;<br>
| + | |
| − | Behind a frowning providence<br>
| + | |
| − | He hides a smiling face.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | His purposes will ripen fast,<br>
| + | |
| − | Unfolding every hour;<br>
| + | |
| − | The bud may have a bitter taste,<br>
| + | |
| − | But sweet will be the flow'r.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Blind unbelief is sure to err,<br>
| + | |
| − | And scan his work in vain.<br>
| + | |
| − | God is his own interpreter,<br>
| + | |
| − | And he will make it plain.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 415: "As The Hart When Noon Is Burning."<br> | + | |
| − | As the hart when noon is burning<br>
| + | |
| − | Pants for springs when waters burst,<br>
| + | |
| − | So for God my soul is yearning,<br>
| + | |
| − | For the living God a-thirst:<br>
| + | |
| − | When shall I, a wand'rer here,<br>
| + | |
| − | In Thy presence, Lord, appear?<br>
| + | |
| − | Daily by my foes derided,<br>
| + | |
| − | Tears they for my food provided.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | If fond mem'ry seek to borrow<br>
| + | |
| − | Comfort from the former years,<br>
| + | |
| − | These but stir anew my sorrow,<br>
| + | |
| − | Open ev'ry fount of trears:<br>
| + | |
| − | Unto Zion's gates with song,<br>
| + | |
| − | Oh, how oft I led the throng,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who with joy and praise adore Thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Keeping holiday before Thee.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Why art thou cast down and fearful?<br>
| + | |
| − | O my soul, why so dismayed?<br>
| + | |
| − | Hope in God, and eyes now tearful<br>
| + | |
| − | Yet shall see His present aid.<br>
| + | |
| − | Down, O God, my heart is cast,<br>
| + | |
| − | Till I think of mercies past;<br>
| + | |
| − | Then to Thee, my spirit weary<br>
| + | |
| − | Turns as from a desert dreary.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | As Thy waterfalls resounding,<br>
| + | |
| − | Deep is calling unto deep:<br>
| + | |
| − | Over me, Thine all-surrounding<br>
| + | |
| − | Waves and billow wildly sweep:<br>
| + | |
| − | Yet the Lord will bless my days,<br>
| + | |
| − | I, His loving-kindness praise;<br>
| + | |
| − | And His song, at midnight given,<br>
| + | |
| − | Be my prayer to God in heaven.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Why disquieted within me!<br>
| + | |
| − | Why art thou, my soul, cast down!<br>
| + | |
| − | Hope in God, I yet shall praise Him,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who with joy my life will crown.<br>
| + | |
| − | He, my God, whose wondrous grace<br>
| + | |
| − | Is the help that cheers my face,<br>
| + | |
| − | Comforts me, when tears are blinding,<br>
| + | |
| − | As the hart cool waters finding.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No. 417: "Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn." <br> | + | |
| − | Rejoice, rejoice this happy morn,<br>
| + | |
| − | A Savior unto us is born,<br>
| + | |
| − | The Christ, the Lord of glory;<br>
| + | |
| − | His lowly birth in Bethlehem<br>
| + | |
| − | The angels from on high proclaim,<br>
| + | |
| − | And sing redemption's story;<br>
| + | |
| − | My soul, extol God's great favor,<br>
| + | |
| − | Bless Him ever for salvation,<br>
| + | |
| − | Give Him praise and adoration!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 418:"From Heaven Above To Earth I Come."===
| + | |
| − | From heav'n above to earth I come<br>
| + | |
| − | To bear good news to ev'ry home;<br>
| + | |
| − | Glad tidings of great joy I bring,<br>
| + | |
| − | Whereof I now will say and sing.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | To you this night is born a child<br>
| + | |
| − | Of Mary, chosen mother mild;<br>
| + | |
| − | This little child, of lowly birth,<br>
| + | |
| − | Shall be the joy of all the earth.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | 'Tis Christ, our God, who far on high<br>
| + | |
| − | Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;<br>
| + | |
| − | Himself will your salvation be,<br>
| + | |
| − | Himself from sin will make you free.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Now let us all with gladsome cheer<br>
| + | |
| − | Follow the shepherds, and draw near<br>
| + | |
| − | To see this wondrous gift of God,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who hath His only Son bestowed.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thro' whom the sinful world is blest!<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou com'st to bear our misery.<br>
| + | |
| − | What can we render, Lord, to Thee!<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 419:"O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High."===
| + | |
| − | O, love, how deep, how broad, how high,<br>
| + | |
| − | How passing thought and fantasy,<br>
| + | |
| − | That God, the Son of God, should take<br>
| + | |
| − | Our mortal form for mortals' sake!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | For us baptized, for us he bore<br>
| + | |
| − | His holy fast, and hungered sore,<br>
| + | |
| − | For us temptations sharp he knew,<br>
| + | |
| − | For us the tempter overthrew.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | For us to wicked men betrayed,<br>
| + | |
| − | Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed;<br>
| + | |
| − | For us he bore the cross's death,<br>
| + | |
| − | For us at length gave up his breath.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | For us he rose from death again,<br>
| + | |
| − | For us he went on high to reign,<br>
| + | |
| − | For us he sent his Spirit here<br>
| + | |
| − | To guide, to strengthen and to cheer.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | All honor, laud, and glory be,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Jesus, virgin-born, to thee;<br>
| + | |
| − | Whom with the Father we adore,<br>
| + | |
| − | And Holy Ghost, for evermore.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 420:===
| + | |
| − | "O Sacred Head Now Wounded."<br> | + | |
| − | O sacred Head, now wounded,<br>
| + | |
| − | With grief and shame weighed down;<br>
| + | |
| − | Now scornfully surrounded<br>
| + | |
| − | With thorns, Thine only crown;<br>
| + | |
| − | O sacred Head, what glory,<br>
| + | |
| − | What bliss till now was Thine!<br>
| + | |
| − | Yet, though despised and gory,<br>
| + | |
| − | I joy to call Thee mine.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O noblest Brow and dearest,<br>
| + | |
| − | In other days the world<br>
| + | |
| − | All feared when Thou appearedst;<br>
| + | |
| − | What shame on Thee is hurled!<br>
| + | |
| − | How art Thou pale with anguish,<br>
| + | |
| − | With sore abuse and scorn;<br>
| + | |
| − | How does that visage languish<br>
| + | |
| − | Which once was bright as morn!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered<br>
| + | |
| − | Was all for sinners' gain:<br>
| + | |
| − | Mine, mine was the trangsgression<br>
| + | |
| − | But Thine the deadly pain.<br>
| + | |
| − | Lo, here I fall, my Savior!<br>
| + | |
| − | 'Tis I deserve Thy place;<br>
| + | |
| − | Look on me with Thy favor,<br>
| + | |
| − | Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | What language shall I borrow<br>
| + | |
| − | To thank Thee, dearest Friend,<br>
| + | |
| − | For this Thy dying sorrow,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy pity without end?<br>
| + | |
| − | O make me Thine forever;<br>
| + | |
| − | And should I fainting be,<br>
| + | |
| − | Lord, let me never, never<br>
| + | |
| − | Outlive my love to Thee.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 421:===
| + | |
| − | "Lord, Thy Death And Passion Give,"<br> | + | |
| − | Lord, Thy death and passion give<br>
| + | |
| − | Strength and comfort in my need.<br>
| + | |
| − | Ev'ry hour while here I live,<br>
| + | |
| − | On Thy love my soul shall feed.<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou didst death for me endure,<br>
| + | |
| − | And I shun all thoughts impure;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thinking on Thy bitter pains,<br>
| + | |
| − | Hushed in prayer my heart remains.<br>
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thy blest cross hath pow'r to heal<br>
| + | |
| − | All the wounds of sin and strife.<br>
| + | |
| − | Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel<br>
| + | |
| − | Sudden warmth and nobler life,<br>
| + | |
| − | In my saddest, darkest grief,<br>
| + | |
| − | Let Thy sweetness bring relief.<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou who camest but to save,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou who fearest not the grave!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Lord, in Thee I place my trust,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou art my Defense and Tow'r;<br>
| + | |
| − | Death Thou treadest in the dust,<br>
| + | |
| − | O'er my soul he hath no pow'r.<br>
| + | |
| − | That I may have part in Thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | Help and save and comfort me;<br>
| + | |
| − | Give me of Thy grace and might,<br>
| + | |
| − | Resurrection, life and light.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Fount of good, within me dwell,<br>
| + | |
| − | For the peace Thy presence sheds<br>
| + | |
| − | Keeps us safe in conflict fell,<br>
| + | |
| − | Stills the pain from dying beds.<br>
| + | |
| − | Hide me safe within Thine arm,<br>
| + | |
| − | Where no foe can hurt or harm;<br>
| + | |
| − | Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest,<br>
| + | |
| − | He hath conquered, he is blest.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 423: "Praise The Saviour Now And Ever."===
| + | |
| − | Praise the Saviour now and ever;<br>
| + | |
| − | Praise him all beneath the skies;<br>
| + | |
| − | Prostrate lying, suffering, dying<br>
| + | |
| − | On the cross, a sacrifice.<br>
| + | |
| − | Victory gaining, life obtaining,<br>
| + | |
| − | Now in glory he doth rise.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Man's work faileth, Christ's availeth;<br>
| + | |
| − | He is all our righteousness;<br>
| + | |
| − | He, our Saviour, has for ever<br>
| + | |
| − | Set us free from dire distress.<br>
| + | |
| − | Through his merit we inherit<br>
| + | |
| − | Light and peace and happiness.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Sin's bonds severed; we're delivered;<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ has bruised the serpent's head;<br>
| + | |
| − | Death no longer is the stronger;<br>
| + | |
| − | Hell itself is captive led.<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ has risen from death's prison;<br>
| + | |
| − | O'er the tomb he light has shed.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | For his favor, praise for ever<br>
| + | |
| − | Unto God the Father sing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Praise the Saviour, praise him ever,<br>
| + | |
| − | Son of God, our Lord and King.<br>
| + | |
| − | Praise the Spirit; through Christ's merit,<br>
| + | |
| − | He doth us salvation bring.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 424: "Jesus Sinners Doth Receive."===
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive:"<br>
| + | |
| − | Word of surest consolation;<br>
| + | |
| − | Word all sorrow to relieve,<br>
| + | |
| − | Word of pardon, peace, salvation!<br>
| + | |
| − | Naught like this can comfort give:<br>
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | On God's grace we have no claim,<br>
| + | |
| − | Yet to us his pledge is given;<br>
| + | |
| − | He hath sworn by his own Name,<br>
| + | |
| − | Open are the gates of heaven.<br>
| + | |
| − | Take to heart this word and live:<br>
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | When a helpless lamb doth stray,<br>
| + | |
| − | After it, the Shepherd, pressing<br>
| + | |
| − | Thro' each dark and dang'rous way,<br>
| + | |
| − | Brings it back, his own possessing.<br>
| + | |
| − | Jesus seeks thee, O believe:<br>
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O, how blest it is to know:<br>
| + | |
| − | Were as scarlet my transgression,<br>
| + | |
| − | It shall be as white as snow<br>
| + | |
| − | By thy blood and bitter passion;<br>
| + | |
| − | For these words I now believe:<br>
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Now my conscience is at peace,<br>
| + | |
| − | From the Law I stand acquitted;<br>
| + | |
| − | Christ hath purchased my release<br>
| + | |
| − | And my ev'ry sin remitted.<br>
| + | |
| − | Naught remains my soul to grieve—<br>
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 437: "Our Father, Thou In Heaven Above."===
| + | |
| − | Our Father, Thou in heav'n above,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who biddest us to dwell in love,<br>
| + | |
| − | As brethen of one family,<br>
| + | |
| − | And cry for all we need to Thee;<br>
| + | |
| − | Teach us to mean the words we say,<br>
| + | |
| − | And from the inmost heart to pray.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | All hallowed by Thy Name, O Lord!<br>
| + | |
| − | O let us firmly keep Thy word,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy kingdom come! Thine let it be<br>
| + | |
| − | In time and through eternity!<br>
| + | |
| − | O let Thy Holy Spriit dwell<br>
| + | |
| − | With us, to rule and guide us well.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Thy will be done on earth, O Lord,<br>
| + | |
| − | As where in heav'n Thou art adored!<br>
| + | |
| − | Patience in time of grief bestow,<br>
| + | |
| − | Obedience true in weal and woe;<br>
| + | |
| − | Our sinful heart and will control<br>
| + | |
| − | That thwart Thy will within the soul.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Give us this day our daily bread,<br>
| + | |
| − | Let us be duly clothed and fed;<br>
| + | |
| − | Forgive our sins, that they no more<br>
| + | |
| − | May sore displease Thee as before,<br>
| + | |
| − | As we forgive their trespasses<br>
| + | |
| − | Who unto us, have done amiss.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Into temptation lead us not,<br>
| + | |
| − | And when the foe doth war and plot,<br>
| + | |
| − | Deliv'rance from all evil give,<br>
| + | |
| − | For yet in evil days we live;<br>
| + | |
| − | Redeem us from eternal death,<br>
| + | |
| − | E'en when we yield our dying breath.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Amen! Amen! So let it be!<br>
| + | |
| − | Strengthen our faith and trust in Thee,<br>
| + | |
| − | That we may doubt not, but believe,<br>
| + | |
| − | That what we ask we shall receive;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thus in Thy Name and at Thy word<br>
| + | |
| − | We say Amen; now hear us, Lord!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 440: "Comfort, Comfort Ye My People."===
| + | |
| − | Comfort, comfort ye my people,<br>
| + | |
| − | Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;<br>
| + | |
| − | Comfort those who sit in darkness,<br>
| + | |
| − | Mourning 'neath their sorrow's load.<br>
| + | |
| − | Speak ye to Jerusalem<br>
| + | |
| − | Of the peace that waits for them;<br>
| + | |
| − | Tell her that her sins I cover,<br>
| + | |
| − | And her warfare now is over.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Yea, her sins our God will pardon,<br>
| + | |
| − | Blotting out each dark misdeed;<br>
| + | |
| − | All that well deserved his anger<br>
| + | |
| − | He no more will see or heed.<br>
| + | |
| − | She hath suffered many a day<br>
| + | |
| − | Now her griefs have passed away;<br>
| + | |
| − | God will change her pining sadness<br>
| + | |
| − | Into ever-springing gladness.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | For the herald's voice is crying<br>
| + | |
| − | In the desert far and near,<br>
| + | |
| − | Bidding all men to repentance,<br>
| + | |
| − | Since the kingdom now is here.<br>
| + | |
| − | O that warning cry obey!<br>
| + | |
| − | Now prepare for God a way;<br>
| + | |
| − | Let the valleys rise to meet him,<br>
| + | |
| − | And the hills bow down to greet him.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Make ye straight what long was crooked,<br>
| + | |
| − | Make the rougher places plain;<br>
| + | |
| − | Let your hearts be true and humble,<br>
| + | |
| − | As befits his holy reign.<br>
| + | |
| − | For the glory of the Lord<br>
| + | |
| − | Now o'er earth is shed abroad;<br>
| + | |
| − | And all flesh shall see the token,<br>
| + | |
| − | That his word is never broken.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 443: "Now Thank We All Our God."===
| + | |
| − | Now thank we all our God<br>
| + | |
| − | With heart and hands and voices,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who wondrous things hath done,<br>
| + | |
| − | In whom his world rejoices;<br>
| + | |
| − | Who from our mothers' arms,<br>
| + | |
| − | Hath blessed us on our way<br>
| + | |
| − | With countless gifts of love,<br>
| + | |
| − | And still is ours today.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O may this bounteous God<br>
| + | |
| − | Through all our life be near us<br>
| + | |
| − | With ever joyful hearts<br>
| + | |
| − | And blessed peace to cheer us;<br>
| + | |
| − | And keep us in his grace,<br>
| + | |
| − | And guide us when perplexed,<br>
| + | |
| − | And free us from all ills<br>
| + | |
| − | In this world and the next.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | All praise and thanks to God,<br>
| + | |
| − | The Father, now be given,<br>
| + | |
| − | The Son, and him who reigns<br>
| + | |
| − | With them in highest heaven,<br>
| + | |
| − | The one eternal God<br>
| + | |
| − | Whom earth and heav'n adore;<br>
| + | |
| − | For thus it was, is now,<br>
| + | |
| − | And shall be evermore.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 445:===
| + | |
| − | "All Glory Be To God On High."<br> | + | |
| − | All glory be to God on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who hath our race befriended!<br>
| + | |
| − | To us no harm shall now come nigh,<br>
| + | |
| − | The strife at last is ended;<br>
| + | |
| − | God showeth His goodwill to men,<br>
| + | |
| − | And peace shall reign on earth again;<br>
| + | |
| − | O thank Him for His goodness!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | We praise, we worship Thee, we trust<br>
| + | |
| − | And give Thee thanks forever,<br>
| + | |
| − | O father, that Thy rule is just<br>
| + | |
| − | And wise, and changes never;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy boundless grace o’er all things reigns,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou dost whate’er Thy will ordains;<br>
| + | |
| − | ’Tis well Thou art our Ruler!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord,<br>
| + | |
| − | Begotten of the Father,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Thou Who hast our peace restored,<br>
| + | |
| − | And the lost sheep dost gather,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Lamb of God, enthroned on high<br>
| + | |
| − | Behold our need and hear our cry;<br>
| + | |
| − | Have mercy on us, Jesus!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Holy Spirit, precious Gift,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Comforter unfailing,<br>
| + | |
| − | Do Thou our troubled souls uplift,<br>
| + | |
| − | Against the foe prevailing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Avert our woes and calm our dread:<br>
| + | |
| − | For us the Savior’s blood was shed;<br>
| + | |
| − | Do Thou in faith sustain us!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 446:===
| + | |
| − | "Now Let Every Tongue Adore Thee."<br> | + | |
| − | Now let ev'ry tongue adore Thee!<br>
| + | |
| − | Let men with angels sing before Thee!<br>
| + | |
| − | Let harps and cymbals now unite!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | All Thy gates with pearl are glorious,<br>
| + | |
| − | Where we partake through faith victorious,<br>
| + | |
| − | With angels round Thy throne of light.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | No mortal eye hath seen,<br>
| + | |
| − | No mortal ear hath heard<br>
| + | |
| − | Such wondrous things,<br>
| + | |
| − | Therefore with joy our song shall soar<br>
| + | |
| − | In praise to God forevermore.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | ===No. 448:===
| + | |
| − | "O Bless Our God With One Accord."<br> | + | |
| − | O bless our God with one accord,<br>
| + | |
| − | Ye faithful servants of the Lord,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who in his house do stand by night;<br>
| + | |
| − | And praise him there with all your might.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Lift up your hands, in prayer draw nigh<br>
| + | |
| − | Unto his sanctuary high;<br>
| + | |
| − | Bless ye the Lord, kneel at his feet,<br>
| + | |
| − | And worship him with reverence meet.<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | Jehovah bless thee from above,<br>
| + | |
| − | From Zion in his boundless love,<br>
| + | |
| − | Our God, who heav'n and earth did frame;<br>
| + | |
| − | Blest be his great and holy Name.<br>
| + | |
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