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4 Here let the voice of sacred joy. Christ the Day-Star. 2 Peace he brings you by his death, Peace he speaks with every breath; Can you slight such heavenly charms?
4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise; No God regard your bitter prayer, Nor Saviour call you to the skies. The sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high. Knowing that in Christian families, the Hymn Book is generally the most popular book of sacred poetry, and, not seldom, the sole resource of the family in that department, we have felt the importance of a large variety of the choicest lyrical productions that our language affords. Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come. 3 Repentant sorrows fill my heart, But mingling joy allays the smart; O, may my future life declare. Glory in the highest heaven! 3 There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more; The stream of endless pleasure flows, On that celestial shore. That whoso believeth might not perish. 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics. On all mankind, forgiven, Empower them still to call, And tell each creature under heaven, That thou hast died for all.
I will bless thy name for ever and ever. Our path when wont to stray; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace! 4 Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me, I soon shall see his face in glory, Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu, I can no longer stay with you—. Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away, To realms of light and bliss. 3 Here to thee a temple stand, While the sea shall gird the land; Here reveal thy mercy sure, While the sun and moon endure. My Saviour, be thou nigh, And I will triumph when I die; My strength, my portion, is divine; And Jesus is for ever mine! He suffered, the Just for the unjust. All light and love before me. 5 We can not bid the morning star. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics youtube. Once interrupt our joy. My soul, it is thy God. 2 In shame and anguish once he died; But now he lives for ever more; Bow down, you saints, around his seat, And all you angel bands adore. 3 Let strangers walk around. In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll.
Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee, And warnings with accents of mercy do blend; Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee; "The harvest is passing, the summer will end. There is no sin in heaven: Here who from sin is free? Sweet earnests of the joys above. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics chords. A light unto my path. 5 Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell, With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell: He has passed o'er the stream, and has reached the bright coast, For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post. 2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears. 2 Upon the sea of glass they stand.
3 O, how blesséd their reward, Chosen servants of the Lord, Who within thy courts abide, With thy goodness satisfied. Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God. 3 There's not a cloud whose dews distill. The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill, Must shortly fade away. Temptation's keenest dart; Our tender High Priest feels it too, And will appease the smart. 3 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died; What he endured, O who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell! Have the last sheaf gathered home; For the summer time is faded, And the autumn winds have come.
For ever on my Saviour's breast! What a glorious company, When saints and angels join! While yet there's room: Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended; Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended: When at thy summons for death we prepare, 11s & 5. And must I part with all I have, Jesus, my Lord! 2 At evening time when labor's past, Though storms and toils have marred my day, Mercy has tempered every blast, And love and hope have cheered the way: Now let the parting hour be bright; 3 God doth send light at evening time, And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee. To bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face. Shall time me sunder. 2 How long, O gracious Master, Wilt thou thy household leave? With salvation's wall surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. Hinder me not—come, welcome death—. From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
Lord, all I am is known to thee; In vain my soul would try. We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one, Our comforts and our cares. In that land, that happy land, They that meet shall sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, Meet to sing, and love for ever, In that happy land. With my last laboring breath; And, dying, triumph in thy cross—. 3 The whole creation groans, And waits to hear that voice. Whose piercing rays. 2 Through all the dangers of the day, Thy hand was still my guard; And still, to drive my wants away, Thy mercy stood prepared.
Holyone is right I found the lyrics here as well.... 3 I try to be humble and meek, Leave all to my Saviour's own will; For, He to the tempest can speak, The winds will obey and be still; But now my soul flutters and cries, And longs to be soaring away, From darkness and gloom, to the skies, The regions of bright, endless day. For seas of trouble o'er me roll, And 'whelm with tears my sinking soul. O this is blessing, this is rest! There is no greater love. What mortal eloquence can raise.
3 May my sins be all forgiven; Bless the friends I love so well; Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell. He hung his head for me he died.