Imagini ale paginilor
PDF
ePub

4 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever Blest,
Eternal Three in One,
All worship be addressed;
As heretofore

It was, is now,

And shall be so

For evermore.

Amen.

Brady and Tate (1696).

467

Praise Him, all ye angels of His:
praise Him, all His host. Ps.
cxlviii. 2.

1 YE holy angels bright,

2

Р

6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4.

Who wait at God's right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord's command,
Assist our song,

For else the theme
Too high doth seem
For mortal tongue.

Ye blessed souls at rest,

Who ran this earthly race,

cres And now, from sin released,
Behold the Saviour's Face,
God's praises sound,
As in His light,
With sweet delight,
Ye do abound.

3 mf Ye saints who toil below,

cres

Adore your Heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;

Take what He gives,
And praise Him still,
Through good or ill,
Who ever lives!

4 My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,

[blocks in formation]

1 YE servants of God,
Your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad
His wonderful Name;
The Name all-victorious
Of Jesus extol;

His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still He is nigh,

His Presence we have ;
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God

Who sits on the throne,
cry aloud

Let all

And honour the Son:
The praises of Jesus
All angels proclaim,

dim Fall down on their faces
And worship the Lamb.

4 Then let us adore

And give Him His right;
All glory and power,
And wisdom and might,
And honour and blessing,
With angels above,

And thanks never ceasing,

And infinite love.

Amen.

C. Wesley (1708-1788).

469

1 mf

Blessed are those servants, whom the Lord when He
cometh shall find watching. Luke xii. 37.

YE servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,

Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His Name.

dim

3 f

Watch ;-'tis your Lord's command;
And, while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of His Hand,
And ready all appear.

S.M.

4 mf

O happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

cres He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crowned.

f

5 f

6 f

Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal Hand;

And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic band.

To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit ever Blest,

The One in Three, the Three in One,
Be endless praise addressed. Amen.

P. Doddridge (1702-1751).

470

The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.
Ps. xxxiii. 5.

L.M.

1 my YES, God is good; in earth and sky, From ocean-depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry,

God made us all, and God is good.

2 mf The sun that keeps his trackless way,

And downward pours his golden flood,
Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.
3 mf I hear it in the rushing breeze;

cres

The hills that have for ages stood, cres The echoing sky and roaring seas,

f

All swell the chorus, God is good.

4 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,

By God's own Hand with speech endued ; And man, in louder notes of praise,

Should sing for joy that God is good.

5 mf For all Thy gifts we bless thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food;

eres Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word, These prompt our song that God is good.

f

Amen.

J. H. Gurney (1802-1862).

471

The Transfiguration.

And when they were awake, they saw His glory. D.L.M.

Luke ix. 32.

1 mf LORD, it is good for us to be

Р

High on the mountain here with Thee;
Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
Those glorious saints of other days,
Who once received on Horeb's height
The eternal laws of truth and right;

Or caught the still small whisper, (cres)
higher

Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.

2 my Lord, it is good for us to be

With Thee and with Thy faithful three,-
Here, where the apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here where the son of thunder learns
The thought that breathes, the word that
burns;

Here, where on eagle's wings we move
With him whose last best creed is love.

« ÎnapoiContinuă »