BEETHOVEN. L. M. Arr. by Lowell Mason. 1. Blest hour, when mor-tal man re- tires To hold com-munion with his God, To send to heaven his warm de-sires, And listen to the ΙΟ 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, 4 And wipe away the mourner's tear. Blest hour, for where the Lord resorts 2 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, 12 I DEAR is the hallowed morn to me, 2 And dear to me the wingéd hour Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord! 3 And dear to me the loud Amen 4 Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. 5 Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 17 Isaac Watts. 1719. I My Lord, my Love, was crucified, Within thy church below; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite, To spread with grateful zeal around. Her clear and shining light. 19 Harriet Auber. 1829. 4 This day I must with God appear; For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, Then shall the day be mine. 20 7. Mason. 1683. I AND now another week begins, 2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing! Their voices fill the sky; 3 They hail their great, victorious King, We'll catch the note of lofty praise; With them our thankful song we'll raise, 4 Come, then, ye saints! and grateful sing 5 Hail! mighty Saviour! thee we hail, Thomas Kelly. 1809. |