33 Shout the glad tidings, ex-ult - ing-ly sing; Je ru sa 8: on, the mar-vel-lous sto- be tell-ing, The Son of the High-est, how low-ly his birth! ry The brightest archan-gel in glo-ry ex-cel-ling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns up- on earth. *Note that the stanza begins at the ninth measure of the music; but the first eight measures should be sung after an organ interlude as well as at the beginning. Filby, P.M. 3 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath ris- en, and man cannot die; d. Vain were the ter-rors that gathered a-round him, And short the do- minion of death and the grave; He burst from the fet-ters of darkness that bound him, Resplen-dent in glory to live and to save. And short the dominion of death and the If tears were our birthright, and death were grave; our end; He burst from the fetters of darkness that But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of bound him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save. die ! sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. 4 b4 Take thy staff, 0 pilgrim! Haste thee on thy way; Let the mor-row find thee Pause not on thy pathway, Rest not weary feet. 504. I TAKE thy staff, O pilgrim ! Let the morrow find thee Farther than to-day. If thou seek the city Of the Golden Street, Pause not on thy pathway, 2 In the heavenly journey Rear them in their flight; 3 Haste! it hath been told thee All things are thine own; Pass the pearly portals, Stand before the throne. Here receive thy crown! 3 505. I SUMMER Suns are glowing · Bountiful and free. Everything rejoices. In the mellow rays, 2 God's free mercy streameth And his banner gleameth, 3 Lord, upon our blindness Make us love thee more; 4 We will never doubt thee,. 4 We, thy children, raising Unto thee our hearts, In thy constant praising Bear our duteous parts; As thy love hath won us From the world away, Still thy hands put on us, Bless us day by day. 507. I IN the hour of trial, 2 With forbidden pleasures 3 Should thy mercy send me There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 509. I THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, 2 The works of God, above, below, Are pages in that book, to show 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 4 Two worlds are ours: 't is only sin The mystic heaven and earth within, 5 Thou who hast given us eyes to see |