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To God Most Awful And Most High

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16413 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: To God most aw­ful and most high Lyrics: 1 To God most aw­ful and most high, Who formed the earth, the sea, the sky; To Him on whom all worlds de­pend, Our hum­bled hearts in sighs we send. 2 Will He who hears the ra­vens cry, Reject our pray­ers, and bid us die? Will He re­fuse His keep to yield, Who clothes the li­lies of the field? 3 Pale fa­mine lifts at His co­mmand, Her wi­ther­ing arm, and blasts the land; The har­vests per­ish at her breath, Her train are want, dis­ease, and death. 4 But when He smiles, the de­sert blooms, New life is born among the tombs; O’er the glad plains abun­dance teems, And plen­ty rolls in boun­te­ous streams. 5 Father of grace whom we ad­ore, Bless Thy large fa­mi­ly—the poor; The poor on Thee alone de­pend, Continue Thou the poor man’s friend. 6 Content to live by toil and pain, May we eter­nal rich­es gain; Meanwhile, by Thy free good­ness fed, Give us this day our dai­ly bread. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. JOHN'S HIGHLANDS
To God Most Awful And Most High
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"Let There Be Light," Thus Spake The Word

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16416 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 "Let there be light," thus spake the Word; The Word was God, "and there was light"; Still the cre­at­ive voice is heard; A day is born from ev­ery night. 2 And ev­ery night shall turn to day, While months, and years, and ag­es roll; But we have seen a bright­er ray Dawn on the cha­os of the soul. 3 Nor we alone; its wak­en­ing smiles Have broke the gloom of pa­gan sleep: The Word hath reached the ut­most isles, God’s Spir­it moves up­on the deep. 4 Already from the dust of death, Man in his mak­er’s im­age stands; Once more in­hales im­mor­tal breath, And stretch­es forth to Heav’n his hands. 5 From day to day, be­fore our eyes, Glows and ex­tends the work be­gun; When shall the new cre­ation rise On ev­ery land be­neath the sun? 6 When, in the Sab­bath of His love, Shall God amidst His la­bors rest; And, bend­ing from His throne ab­ove, Again pro­nounce His crea­tures blessed? Languages: English Tune Title: STORRS
"Let There Be Light," Thus Spake The Word
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O Lord, And Yet Another Year

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16446 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O Lord, and yet ano­ther year Lyrics: 1 O Lord, and yet ano­ther year Hath sped its flight on si­lent wing, And all that marked its brief ca­reer Hath passed from mor­tal reck­on­ing. 2 But grav­en as with ir­on pen, All-see­ing God, Thy re­cords stand; All thoughts, and words, and deeds of men, Unnumbered as the ocean sand. 3 For all Thy grace, and pa­tient love, Unwearied still, and still the same, For all our hopes of joys ab­ove, We laud and bless Thy ho­ly name. 4 We bless Thee for each ha­ppy soul Throughout ano­ther fleet­ing year, Or by Thy quick­en­ing grace made whole, Or part­ed in Thy faith and fear. 5 Still bear with us, and bless us still, And long as in this world we stay, Oh, let us love Thy per­fect will, And keep the true and liv­ing way. 6 So, when the roll­ing stream of time Hath o­pened to a bound­less sea, Loud shall we raise that song sub­lime— All hon­or, glo­ry, praise to Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: TRINITY COLLEGE
O Lord, And Yet Another Year
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The Voice Is Hushed

Author: Mary H. Maxwell Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16509 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The voice is hushed—the gen­tle voice Lyrics: 1 The voice is hushed—the gen­tle voice, That told us of a Sav­ior’s love; And made our youth­ful hearts re­joice, In hope of Heav­en, our home ab­ove. 2 The eye is dim, the lov­ing eye, That beamed so fond­ly on us here; Sealed up in death, the an­xious sigh No more be­dews it with a tear! 3 But in the land be­yond the grave, That voice will swell in rap­tur­ous tone, The song to Him who died to save, And bring the wea­ry trav­’ler home. 4 That eye, with ho­ly ra­di­ance bright, Shall kin­dle like the stars of ev’n; Like them shall pierce the shades of night, And sweet­ly shine on us from Heav’n. 5 That brow shall wear its glit­ter­ing crown, When sun and stars no more shall shine; When death shall lay his scep­ter down— The grave her em­pire shall re­sign. 6 Then let us weep as Je­sus wept; Love hal­low­ing ev­ery gen­tle sigh; Since in the grave our Sav­ior slept, The Chris­tian need not fear to die. Languages: English Tune Title: THE VOICE IS HUSHED
The Voice Is Hushed
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Not Long On Hermon's Holy Height

Author: Theodore C. Pease Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16519 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Not long on Her­mon’s ho­ly height Lyrics: 1 Not long on Her­mon’s ho­ly height The heav’n­ly vi­sion fills our sight; We may not breathe that pur­er air, Nor build our ta­ber­na­cles there. 2 The vi­sion fades, the splen­dor dies; The saints have sought again the skies; The home­ly garb the Mas­ter wore Is bright with sud­den glow no more. 3 If with the Mas­ter we would go, Our feet must thread the vale be­low, Where dark the lone­ly path­ways wind, The gold­en glory left be­hind. 4 Where hun­gry souls ask One to feed, Where wan­d’rers cry for One to lead, Where help­less hearts in chains are bound— There shall the Mas­ter still be found: 5 There, pa­tient bend­ing o’er His task, No rai­ment white our eyes shall ask, Content while through each cloud we trace The glo­ry of the Mas­ter’s face. Languages: English Tune Title: HURSLEY
Not Long On Hermon's Holy Height
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Easter Day

Author: May L. R. Smith Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16523 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O sad, sad soul, fling wide your doors Lyrics: 1 O sad, sad soul, fling wide your doors, And make your win­dows cur­tain­less; Strew od­ors on your si­lent floors, And all your walls with li­lies dress! 2 Throw op­en ev­ery som­ber place; Roll every hin­der­ing stone away; Let East­er sun­shine gild your face, And bless you with its warmth to­day! 3 Let friends re­new each by­gone hour; Let child­ren fling the world a kiss; And ev­ery hand tie in some flow­er, To crown a day so good as this! 4 And whe­ther skies are sad or clear, We’ll give the day to joy and song; For since the Christ is sure­ly here, All things are right, and naught is wrong! Languages: English Tune Title: PENTECOST
Easter Day
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The Summer Harvest Spreads The Field

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16530 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The sum­mer har­vest spreads the field Lyrics: 1 The sum­mer har­vest spreads the field Mark—how the whit­en­ing hills art turned! Behold them to the reap­ers yield— The wheat is saved—the tares are burned. 2 Thus the great Judge with glo­ry crowned Descends to reap the rip­ened earth! Angelic guards at­tend Him down, The same who sang His hum­ble birth. 3 In sounds of glory hear Him speak, “Go search around the flam­ing world; Haste—call my saints to rise, and take The seats from which their foes were hurled. 4 "Go, burn the chaff in end­less fire, In flames un­quenched, con­sume each tare; Sinners must feel My ho­ly ire, And sink in guilt—to deep des­pair." 5 Thus ends the har­vest of the earth— Angels ob­ey the aw­ful voice; They save the wheat, they burn the chaff; All Heav’n ap­proves the sov­er­eign choice. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 100TH
The Summer Harvest Spreads The Field
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The Days Of Paradise Were Few

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16541 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The days of pa­ra­dise were few Lyrics: 1 The days of pa­ra­dise were few, Man lived not long in in­no­cence; He sinned, and sin his off­spring slew, Death passed on all for his of­fense. 2 Adam sur­vives through­out his race, We do our father’s deeds by choice; Like him, we shun our mak­er’s face, And tremble at our judge’s voice. 3 Yet is our mak­er still our friend; Man yet may meet his judge with joy; God, in our na­ture, did not send His Son to pun­ish and de­stroy. 4 He sent Him forth to seek and save The lost, the dy­ing, and the dead, Cancel the curse, de­spoil the grave, And bruise for­ev­er Sa­tan’s head. 5 Thou, who Thy Son to us didst give, That none who trust in Him should die; Give us to Him that we may live— To His aton­ing blood we fly. 6 Behold His sac­ri­fice of love, So free­ly of­fered in our stead; Behold Him at the throne ab­ove, And save the souls for whom He bled. Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
The Days Of Paradise Were Few
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The World Itself Is Blithe and Gay

Author: Friedrich Spee; George R. Woodward Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16551 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The world it­self is bright and gay Lyrics: 1 The world it­self is bright and gay, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; And keeps with Je­sus East­er day, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. 2 The skies with an­gel music ring, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; While ho­ly church on earth doth sing, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. 3 Our fields are decked in ver­nal hue, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; The trees begin to bloom anew, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. 4 Hark! birds are sing­ing far and near! Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; The night­in­gale ’tis joy to hear. Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. 5 Now sun­beams dai­ly strong­er grow, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; And lend the earth a bright­er glow, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. 6 The world it­self is bright and gay, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya; And keeps with Je­sus East­er day, Alleluya, al­le­lu­ya. Languages: English Tune Title: HILARITER
The World Itself Is Blithe and Gay
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Facing The Valley

Author: John C. Bieri Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16608 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: This is where the Lord Christ con­quers Lyrics: 1 This is where the Lord Christ con­quers, He gives to me His per­fect peace. I am with­out both fear and doubt, I have deep joy and sweet re­lease. 2 I feel the pray­ers of many saints, Sustain me in this try­ing hour. This is the time my Lord di­vine, Does ma­ni­fest His keep­ing pow­er. 3 I do not fear the val­ley’s depth, I do not fear ’though it be night. With Jesus near I need not fear, For all is clear, and all is bright. Languages: English Tune Title: VISALIA
Facing The Valley

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