1. MOORFIELD. S. M. WOOD. Arranged. 95 :23 54 LET ev'ry creature join, To praise th' e-ter-nal God; Ye heav'n-ly hosts! the song be-gin, And sound his name abroad, And sound his name abroad. (Stanza 1 in Music, 5 omitted.) 2. Thou sun with golden beams, Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, 3. He built those worlds above, And fix'd their wondrous frame; By his command they stand or move, 4. Ye vapors, when ye rise, Or fall in showers or snow, Ye thunders, murmuring round the 6. By all his works above His honors be express'd; But saints that taste his saving love, Should sing his praises best. A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone, 7. In every new distress We'll to his house repair, Recall to mind his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Sel. 262. RA (Stanza 6 omitted.) [H. 175. AISE your triumphant songs Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2. Sing how eternal Love Its chief Beloved chose, And bade Him raise our wretched race 3. His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; 4. 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, 5. Now, sinners, dry your tears, 96 OLMUTZ. S. M. Arranged by Dr. L. MASON. 1. YOUR OUR harps, ye trem-bling saints, Down from the willows take; (Stanza 1 in Music, 3 omitted.) 2. Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come. 4. When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame; Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name. 5. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside, at his control: His loving-kindness shall break thro' The midnight of the soul. 6. Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee; Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with Him above. (Stanzas 4, 6 omitted.) MINE eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promised grace, 2. Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare? 3. When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God, Restore me from those dangerous ways 5. O! keep my soul from death, Sel. 266. [Ps. 23, P. 3. 2. Thou, who with "still small voice" (Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3. If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, 4. While He affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. 5. Amid surrounding foes Thou dost my table spread, 6. The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Dost stop the sinner's way, And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 3. Thou, whose inspiring breath Can make the cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 4. Thou, who dost fill the heart |