The Cyber Hymnal ‎#9218

9218. The Holy Song Hath Died Away

1 The holy song hath died away,
But still it vibrates through our hearts:
And we return, though fain to stay;
Each to his family departs.

2 The morning bade the temple gate
Lift itself high; we entered in,
And on Thee, Lord, presumed to wait,
Thy grace to seek, Thy smile to win.

3 Now for the household sacrifice;
The evening rite as incense spread;
And let our blameless hands arise,
Doubting and wrath for ever fled.

4 Can doubt have place? Thy mercies new
Assure and lift our souls above.
Nor on its altar would we strew
A living coal but that of love.

5 Oh ’tis an hour of holy calm;
Our tabernacle is in peace;
To Thee shall swell the cheerful psalm,
Teach us Thy Word, our faith increase.

6 Zion and Jacob share our vows,
Peace be to both: and grace distill
On God’s, and on His children’s house,
The happy tent, the holy hill.

7 Good, though not best, ’tis to be here,
Soon no such difference shall there be;
"True sanctuary," within Thy sphere
Shall worship "the whole family."

Text Information

• First Line: The holy song hath died away
• Title: The Holy Song Hath Died Away
• Author: Richard W. Hamilton, 1794-1848
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: FEDERAL STREET
• Composer: Henry Kemble Oliver (1832)
• Meter: LM
• Key: F Major or modal
• Copyright: Public Domain