Text Results

Personalized Recommendations | Advanced Search

Showing 41 - 45 of 45Results Per Page: 10 20 50

"Let There Be Light," Thus Spake The Word

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals 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? Used With Tune: STORRS Text Sources: Sacred Poems and Hymns, (New York: D. Appleton, 1854)

O Father, Lord of earth and heaven

Author: J. W. Willmarth Appears in 12 hymnals Used With Tune: SAXBY

How Many Generations Dead

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: How many generations dead Lyrics: 1 How many generations dead Dwell in the dust on which we tread! How many yet may spring to birth, When we are seen no more on earth! 2 Till, of past, present and to come, Time shall cast up the destined sum, And, name by name, through that amount, Call every soul to strict account. 3 Where’er ensepulchered they lie, Each then must answer, "Here am I!" And once, but once, all Adam’s race Meet for a moment face to face. 4 Then shall the King on either side, As sheep from goats, the throng divide, And those to bliss, and these to woe, Rejoicing or lamenting go. 5 How small to that assembly this! Yet heirs like them of woe or bliss: Were the last trumpet now to sound, With sheep or goats would we be found? 6 "Guilty" we plead, O Judge of all! Guilty into Thine hands we fall; The friend of sinners still art Thou; Save or we perish, save us now! Used With Tune: STORRS Text Sources: Sacred Poems and Hymns, (New York: D. Appleton, 1854)