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With heart and voice in one accord

With heart and voice in one accord

Adapter: Francis Hopkinson
Tune: [With heart and voice in one accord]
Published in 2 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 With Heart and Voice in one Accord,
I'll celebrate thy Praises, LORD:
For thou hast set me up on high,
Ev'n when insulting Foes were nigh;
With Fury they my Peace assail'd,
'Till thy all-conqu'ring Arm prevali'd.

2 In my Distress I cry'd to thee,
Who didst in Mercy set me free;
My Eyes were almost clos'd in Death,
And I had nigh resign'd my Breath;
When thou my hopeless Life retriev'd,
And from the Grave my Soul reliev'd.

3 Thus in his Courts, with Songs of Praise,
Ye Saints your grateful Voices raise;
His Truth and tender Love declare,
And bless his providential Care:
His tender Mercies loud proclaim,
And ever bless his glorious Name.

4 His Anger soon is over-pass'd,
His Favours will forever last;
Tho' Sorrow may a Night endure,
Yet in his loving Kindness sure;
For with the chearful Dawn of Morn,
His chearing Mercy will return.
Your Night of Grief is recompens'd
with Joy's returning Day.

Part II

6 But I presum'd in prosp'rous Days,
My Glory's yet unsully'd Rays;
And as no low'ring clouds appear'd,
So I no sudden Danger fear'd:
I thought the LORD my Ways approve'd,
And I should never be remov'd.

6 But soon I found thy Favour, LORD!
Alone could solemn Joy afford:
For when thy Face was trun'd away,
My blooming Hopes dishonour'd lay;
My Sin I humbly then confess'd,
And thus again the LORD address'd.

7 "What Profit in my Blood is found,
"When cold congealed in the Bround?
"Can silent Ashes ever raise,
"The glorious Tribute of thy Praise?
"Oh then thy wonted Aid extend,
"For on thee only I depend!"

11 'Tis done, and thou hast chang'd my Fate,
Investing me in Robes of State;
Thou hast my Grief to Gladness turn'd,
Tho' lately I in Sack-cloth mourn'd;
Therefore my Songs, with grateful Joy,
In praising thee, I will employ.



Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #XXX

Adapter: Francis Hopkinson

Francis Hopkinson; grad. College of Philadelphia with master’s degree; studied law and passed Pa. bar; opened conveyancer’s office in Philadelphia; musical and literary talent; prolific writer who frequently used pen name, A. B. LOC Name Authority Files Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: With heart and voice in one accord
Adapter: Francis Hopkinson
Source: Tate and Brady's New Version
Language: English

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