HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
Ever be Thy Name adored;
Thee to laud in hymns divine,
Saints above and angels join;
We with them our voices raise,
Echoing Thine eternal praise,
With adoring rapture cry,
Glory be to God on high.
Hail by all Thy works adored,
Hail! Thou everlasting Lord!
Thee, with grateful hearts, we prove
God of power, and God of love.
Thou didst send Thine only Son
To redeem us when undone;
Endless life Thou giv'st to all
Who through Him for mercy call.
When Thy Spirit leads us home
When we to Thy glory come,
We shall all the fullness prove
Of the Saviour's boundless love
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Thou by heaven and earth adored;
Give us sinners grace to sing
Praise to Thee, Almighty King.
WELCOME, sacred day of rest,
Sweet repose from worldly care,
Day above all days the best,
When our souls for heaven prepare;
Day when our Redeemer rose
Victor o'er the host of hell;
Thus He vanquished all our foes;
Let our lips His glory tell.
Gracious Lord, we love this day,
When we hear Thy holy word,
When we sing Thy praise and pray;
Earth can no such joys afford.
But a better rest remains,
Heavenly sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys and endless praise.
399. (Tune, Carmina Laudis.)
SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day,
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And will man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No-the church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns, and songs of praise.
Hallelujah.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
PRAISE the Lord, His glories show,
Saints within His courts below,
Angels round His throne above,
All that see and share His love;
Earth to heaven and heaven to earth,
Tell His wonders, sing His worth;
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore!
Praise the Lord, His mercies trace;
Praise His providence and grace,
All that He for man hath done,
All He sends us through His Son:
Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts;
All that breathe, your Lord adore;
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore!
COME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-Home!
All is safely gather'd in,
Ere the winter storms begin:
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-Home.
All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield ;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear ;
Lord of Harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
Resurrection.
For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His Harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give His Angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come
To Thy final Harvest-Home
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from Sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever purified,
In Thy presence to abide,
Come, with all Thine Angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-Home.
CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Sons of men, and angels, say.
Raise your songs and triumphs high;
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply.
Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er :
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell.
Death in vain forbids Him rise:
Christ hath open'd paradise.
Lives again our glorious King,
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save:
Where thy victory, O Grave?
Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like Him, like Him we rise:
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given !
Thee we greet triumphant now!
Hail the resurrection thou!
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