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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Sunday School Hymnary #486b (1906) Languages: English Tune Title: ELY or ACCRINGTON
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Come, Blessèd Spirit! Source of Light
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #768 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Come, blessèd Spirit! Source of light,
Whose power and grace are unconfined,
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The thicker darkness of the mind.
2. To mine illumined eyes, display
The glorious truth Thy Word reveals;
Cause me to run the heavenly way,
Thy book unfold, and loose the seals.
3. Thine inward teachings make me know
The mysteries of redeeming love,
The vanity of things below,
And excellence of things above.
4. While through this dubious maze I stray,
Spread, like the sun, Thy beams abroad,
To show the dangers of the way,
And guide my feeble steps to God. Languages: English Tune Title: ACCRINGTON
Come, Blessèd Spirit! Source of Light
Praise Ye the Lord, 'Tis Good to Raise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5710 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: 1. Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in His praise;
His nature and His works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2. The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to His name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
3. He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
4. Great is our Lord, and great His might;
And all His glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.
5. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high,
Who spreads His clouds all round the sky;
There He prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
6. He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
7. What is the creature’s skill or force,
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for Him.
8. But saints are lovely in His sight,
He views His children with delight;
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,
And looks, and loves His image there. Languages: English Tune Title: ACCRINGTON
Praise Ye the Lord, 'Tis Good to Raise
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