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يا حسنها مدينة
Hymnal: تطريب الآذان في صناعة الألحان #205 (1878) Languages: Arabic Tune Title: LUTON
يا حسنها مدينة
Come, O my Soul
Author: Thomas Blacklock Hymnal: Living Hymns #284 (1890) First Line: Come, O my soul, in sacred lays Lyrics: 1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory, like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines;
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glories of his name.
4 Raised on devotion’s lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.
Languages: English Tune Title: LUTON
Come, O my Soul
Come, O My Soul
Author: Thomas Blacklock Hymnal: The New Living Hymns (Living Hymns No. 2) #284 (1902) First Line: Come, O my soul, in sacred lays Languages: English Tune Title: LUTON
Come, O My Soul
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #361a (1883) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Holy Scriptures Languages: English Tune Title: LUTON
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
Awake our souls! away our fears
Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #473 (1883) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English Tune Title: LUTON
Awake our souls! away our fears
Encouragement
Hymnal: Laudes Domini #906 (1884) First Line: It may not be our lot to wield Lyrics: 1 It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper's song among the sheaves.
2 Yet ours the grateful service whence
Comes, day by day, the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain, and the noonday shade.
3 And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.
4 But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait, in heaven, their harvest day! Languages: English Tune Title: LUTON
Encouragement
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