The Christian Hymn Book: A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others
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The Christian Hymn Book: A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others
Disciples of Christ -- Hymns; Hymns, English
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal is thy praise.
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Omnipresence.
Psalm 138.
Lord of all being; throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!
4 Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no luster of our own.
5 Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame!
637 L. M.
His mercy endureth for ever.
Psalm 106:1.
O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless!
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise!
638 L. M.
Condescension of Christ.
How sweet the praise, how high the theme,
To sing of him who rules supreme,
Who dwells at God’s right hand on high,
Yet looks on us with tender eye.
2 Th’ angelic host, in countless throngs,
Recount his glories in their songs,
And golden harps salute his ear;
Yet our weak praise he deigns to hear.
3 The planets roll their orbits round;
Unnumbered worlds, in space profound,
Are ruled by him, by him controlled;
Yet he’s the Shepherd of our fold.
4 Exalted high upon his throne,
The universe is all his own:
Untold the honors he doth wear;
Yet we are objects of his care.
639 C. P. M.
Matt. 1:21.
O let your mingling voices rise
In grateful rapture to the skies,
And hail a Saviour’s birth;
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came
To bless the sons of earth.
2 He came to bid the weary rest;
To heal the sinner’s wounded breast;
To bind the broken heart;
To spread the light of truth around;
And to the world’s remotest bound,
The heavenly gift impart.
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