4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies

Repeat the joyful sound;

O to behold the glorious sight,
Without a veil between!

Rocks, hills and vales, reflect the voice 4 Yet once, like us, with trembling fear, In one eternal round.

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Their unknown paths they viewed: Now, God has wiped away each tear, From all that multitude.

The port where they would be; [last, Thro' adverse gales and tempest's blast, Their followers still are we.

YOME, let us join our cheerful songs, 5 Shout! they have gained their rest at With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their But all their joys are one. [tongues, 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, "To be exalted thus." "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us.' 3 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth. and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name

Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HOW glorious is the sacred place
Where we adoring stand;
Zion, the joy of all the earth,
The beauty of the land.

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell;

The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy the assaults of hell.

3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter ye nations that obey
The statutes of your King.

4 Trust in the Lord, forever trust,
And banish all your fears;

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IRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust:
If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.

2 His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.

3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove
His favorites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of his love,
They must forever rest.

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WHILST thee I seek, protecting pow

Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow-
To thee my thoughts would soar; [ed,
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 3 In each event of life, how clear

Eternal as his years.

Sick-now they know not pain: And glory shines on every brow Of that once feeble train.

3 O blest, and beautiful, and bright, How fair their white robes gleam!

Thy ruling hand I see;

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

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My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings the favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lour,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see,
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

4 Say to my soul, “Why dost thou fear 3 Lord, send thy Spirit from above,

LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great:
I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,

The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, THOU who driest the mourner's tear,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

How dark this world would be,
If, pierced by sins and sorrows here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

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But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of wo.

4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too;

5 O who can bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love [gloom
Come brightly wafting through the
Our peace-branch from above?

6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows
Wtih more than rapture's ray; [bright
As darkness shows us worlds of light,
We never saw by day.