The Praise of Love. I Let us sing the praise of Love! Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Bringing on its blessed wings Life to all created things. Wheresoe'er its light is shed, Sorrow lifts its drooping head; And the tears of grief that start Turn to sunshine in the heart. 2 Let us sing the praise of Love, Fairest of all things above: How its blessed sunshine lies In the light of loving eyes! And when words are all too weak, How its deeds of mercy speak! They who learn to love aright Pass from darkness into light. 3 Let us sing the praise of Love, Everywhere,-around, above; Watching with its starry eyes From the blue of boundless skies; Heeding when the lowly call; Mindful of a sparrow's fall; Writing on the flower-wreathed sod, "God is love, and love is God." Anon. An - gel hands will lift the shadows, Chase the gathering gloom a - way. CHORUS.ff "Lift your heads," the day is break-ing, Soon the morn-ing will appear; See the earth from slum-ber wak-ing; "Lift your heads," the day draws near. 72 Faith in the Future. 2 Does the night seem long and weary Joy will soon return to bless thee, 3 What though wars and earth's commotions Anon. 41 42 1. Oh, while thou dost smile up - on me, God of wis - dom, love, and might! is bright. 2 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,Thou canst give me sweetest rest, Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee! Henry Francis Lyte. 2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed with faith and winged with prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Henry Francis Lyte. Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And safe at night shall rest his head. 77 The Way, the Truth, and the Life. I Thou art the Way: and he who sighs, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow, 2 By thee must come, thou Gate of Love Thro' which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, 3 An ark, a resting-place in God. Thou art the Truth, whose steady day Beams on thro' earthly blight and bloom: The pure, the everlasting Ray: The Lamp that shines e'en in the tomb. 4 Thou art the Life, the blessed Well, With living waters gushing o'er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more. 5 Thou art the guiding Pillar given, Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the Sacred Bread from heaven: Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way. Anon. |