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2 Hallelujah! hark, the sound,
From the depths unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation’s harmonies!
See Jehovah’s banner furled,
Sheathed his sword; he speaks—’tis done!
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of his Son!
3 You, no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me;
God shall rise, and shining o’er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
Zion, the marvelous story be telling,
The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth!
The brightest of angels in glory excelling,
He stoops to redeem thee—he reigns upon earth,
Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!
2 “Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!”
Heaven is still with glory ringing;
Earth takes up the angel’s cry,
“Holy, holy, holy,” singing,
“Lord of hosts, the Lord most high!”
3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secured by thee;
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
2 Guide us while we onward move,
Linked in closest bonds of love,
Striving for the holy mind,
And the soul from sense refined;
That when life no longer burns,
And the dust to dust returns,
With the strength which thou hast given,
Father! glory be to thee,
Source of all the good we see!
Glory for the blesséd Light
Rising on the ancient night!
Glory for the hopes that come
Streaming through the silent tomb!
Glory for thy Spirit given,
Guiding us in peace to heaven!
Of thy love some gracious token
Grant us, Lord, before we go;
Bless thy word which has been spoken;
Life and peace on all bestow!
When we join the world again,
Let our hearts with thee remain;
O direct us
And protect us,
Till we gain the heavenly shore
Where thy people want no more!
O this is blessing, this is rest!
Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee;
I hide me in thy faithful breast,
And pour out all my soul to thee,
Now, hushing every adverse sound,
Songs of defense my soul surround,
As if all saints encamped about
2 And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,
Their one assured, persuasive strain!
“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,
Still in his hands thy times remain.”
O tender word! O truth divine!
Lord, I am altogether thine;
I have bowed down, I need not flee;
Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?
Do I not rest in thee alone?
Is not the comfort of thy word
The sweetest cordial I have known?
When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,
Where else could I obtain relief?
Father of love, our Guide and Friend,
O, lead us gently on,
Until life’s trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won!
We know not what the path may be
As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to thee,
2 A pilgrim long I’ve wandered here;
But, with a steadfast eye,
I see a rest reserved for me,
At God’s right hand on high,
Then all the joys of earth in vain
Shall tempt my feet to roam,
To seek a dwelling-place below,
O that I had wings like a dove,
For, then, would I soon be at rest;
I’d fly to the mansions above;
The home of the pure and the blest;
The place where no sorrow or tears
Can ever my pleasures destroy;
But where through eternity’s years,
I’ll drink from an ocean of Joy!
3 I try to be humble and meek,
Leave all to my Saviour’s own will;
For, He to the tempest can speak,
The winds will obey and be still;
But now my soul flutters and cries,
And longs to be soaring away,
From darkness and gloom, to the skies,
3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,
Nor love, nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;
Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief,
And if a trembling doubt arise,
Holy Father, thou hast taught me
I should live to thee alone;
Year by year, thy hand hath brought me
On through dangers oft unknown;
When I wandered, thou hast found me,
When I doubted, sent me light;
Still thine arm has been around me,
3 I would trust in thy protecting,
Wholly rest upon thine arm;
Follow wholly thy directing,
Thou, mine only guard from harm!
Keep me from mine own undoing,
Help me turn to thee when tried,
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,
5 See the heavenly host in rapture
Gazing on these shining bands;
Wondering at their costly garments,
And the laurels in their hands;
There upon the golden pavement,
See the ransomed march along!
While the splendid courts of glory
Sweetly echo with their song!
3 This house of death and mourning
Is not the house for me,
Where all to dust are turning,
In tears and agony;
But there’s a house not made with hands,
It ever stood and ever stands,
Beyond the world’s last burning;