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Battle Hymn of the Republic Be Still, My Soul Be Thou Humble Beautiful Zion, Built Above Because I Have Been Given Much Before Thee, Lord, I Bow My Head	Behold! A Royal Army Behold the Great Redeemer Die Behold, the Mountain of the Lord Behold Thy Sons and Daughters, Lord Bless Our Fast, We Pray Brightly Beams Our Father's Mercy
Battle Hymn of the Republic, 60 - Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible, swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat. Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory is his bosom that transfigures you and me. As he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. Verses from the Cyberhymnal: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/h/bhymnotr.htm Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free; [originally As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free] While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
Be Still, My Soul, 124 Katrina von Schlegel, trans. By Jane Borthwick 1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side; With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change He faithful will remain. Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. 2. Be still, my soul; Thy God doth undertake, To guide the future as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and wind still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below. 3. Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past, All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last. http://www.cco.caltech.edu/~ccf/chords/chord025.shtml Vereses from the Cyberhymnal: Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change, He faithful will remain. Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below. Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay From His own fullness all He takes away. Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord. When disappointment, grief and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last. Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise On earth, be leaving, to Thy Lord on high; Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways, So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye. Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.
Be Thou Humble, 130 - Grietje Terburg Rowley 1. Be thou humble in thy weakness, and the Lord thy God shall lead thee, Shall lead thee by the hand and give thee answer to thy prayers. Be thou humble in thy pleading, and the Lord thy God shall bless thee, Shall bless thee with a sweet and calm assurance that he cares. 2. Be thou humble in thy calling, and the Lord thy God shall teach thee To serve his children gladly with a pure and gentle love. Be thou humble in thy longing, and the Lord thy God shall take thee, Shall take thee home at last to ever dwell with him above.
Beautiful Zion, Built Above, 44 - George Gill Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love; Beautiful gates of pearly white; Beautiful temple--God its light; He who was slain on Calvary Opens those pearly gates to me. Zion, Zion, lovely Zion; Beautiful Zion; Zion, city of our God! Beautiful heav'n, where all is light; Beautiful angels clothed in white; Beautiful strains that never tire; Beautiful harps thru all the choir; There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshipping at the Savior's feet. Zion, Zion, lovely Zion; Beautiful Zion; Zion, city of our God! Beautiful crowns on ev'ry brow; Beautiful palms the conq'rors show; Beautiful robes the ransomed wear; Beautiful all who enter there; Thither I press with eager feet; There shall my rest be long and sweet. Zion, Zion, lovely Zion; Beautiful Zion; Zion, city of our God!
Because I Have Been Given Much, 219 - Grace Noll Crowell 1. Because I have been given much, I too must give; Because of thy great bounty, Lord, each day I live. I shall divide my gifts from thee, With every brother that I see Who has the need of help from me. 2. Because I have been sheltered, fed by thy good care, I cannot see another's lack and I not share My glowing fire, my loaf of bread, My roof's safe shelter overhead, That he too may be comforted. 3. Because I have been blessed by thy great love, dear Lord. I'll share thy love again, according to Thy word. I shall give love to those in need; I'll show that love by word and deed: Thus shall my thanks be thanks in deed.
Before Thee, Lord, I Bow My Head, 158 - Joseph H. Dean Before thee, Lord, I bow my head And thank thee for what has been said. My soul vibrates; my poor heart sings When thy sweet Spirit strikes the strings. How sweet thy word I've heard this day! Be thou my guide, O Lord, I pray. May I in patience do my part. Seal thou the word upon my heart. Do thou, O Lord, anoint mine eyes That I may see and win the prize. My heart is full; Mine eyes are wet. Oh, help me, Lord, lest I forget. So may my soul be filled with light That I may see and win the fight, And then at last exalted be, In peace and rest, O Lord, with thee. Look up, my soul; be not cast down. Keep not thine eyes upon the ground. Break off the shackles of the earth. Receive, my soul, the spirit's birth. And now as I go forth again To mingle with my fellowmen, Stay thou nearby, my steps to guide, That I may in thy love abide.
Behold! A Royal Army, 251 - Fanny J. Crosby Behold! A royal army, With banner, sword, and shield, Is marching forth to conquer On life's great battlefield. Its ranks are filled with soldiers, United, bold, and strong, Who follow their Commander And sing their joyful song: Victory, victory, Thru him that redeemed us! Victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord! Victory, victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord! And now the foe advancing, That valiant host assails, And yet they never falter; Their courage never fails. Their Leader calls, "Be faithful!" They pass the word along; They see his signal flashing And shout their joyful song: Victory, victory, Thru him that redeemed us! Victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord! Victory, victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord! Oh, when the war is ended, when strife and conflicts cease, When all are safely gathered Within the vale of peace, Before the King eternal, That vast and mighty throng Shall praise his name forever, And this shall be their song: Victory, victory, Thru him that redeemed us! Victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord! Victory, victory, victory, Thru Jesus Christ, our Lord!
Behold the Great Redeemer Die, 191 - Eliza R. Snow Behold the great Redeemer die, A broken law to satisfy. He dies a sacrifice for sin, He dies a sacrifice for sin, That man may live and glory win. While guilty men his pains deride, They pierce his hands and feet and side; And with insulting scoffs and scorns, And with insulting scoffs and scorns, They crown his head with plaited thorns. Although in agony he hung, No murm'ring word escaped his tongue. His high commission to fulfill, His high commission to fulfill, He magnified his Father's will. "Father, from me remove this cup. Yet, if thou wilt, I'll drink it up. I've done the work thou gavest me, I've done the work thou gavest me; Receive my spirit unto thee." He died, and at the awful sight The sun in shame withdrew its light! Earth trembled, and all nature sighed Earth trembled, and all nature sighed In dread response, "A God has died!" He lives--he lives. We humbly now Around these sacred symbols bow, And seek, as Saints of latter days, And seek, as Saints of latter days, To do his will and live his praise.
Behold, the Mountain of the Lord, 54 - Michael Bruce 1. Behold, the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain tops, above the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. To this shall joyful nations come; All tribes and tongues shall flow. "Up to the hill of God" they'll say, "And to his house we'll go." 2. The rays that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten ev'ry land; The Kin who reigns in Salem's tow'r Shall all the world command. Among the nations he shall judge; His judgments truth shall guide. His scepter shall protect the just And quell the sinner's pride. 3. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds Disturb those peaceful years; To plowshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning hooks their spears. No longer host encount'ring host Shall crowds of slain deplore. They'll hang the trumpet in the hall And study war no more. 4. Come, then, O house of Jacob, come, To worship at His shrine, And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. Come, then, O house of Jacob, come, To worship at His shrine, And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. Verses from The Cyber Hymnal Behold! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise On mountain tops above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they’ll say, And to His house we’ll go. The beam that shines from Zion hill Shall lighten every land; The King Who reigns in Salem’s towers Shall all the world command. Among the nations He shall judge; His judgments truth shall guide; His scepter shall protect the just, And quell the sinner’s pride. No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign Or mar the peaceful years; To plowshares soon they beat their swords To pruning hooks their spears. No longer hosts encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore; They hang the trumpets in the hall And study war no more. Come then, O house of Jacob, come To worship at His shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine.
Behold Thy Sons and Daughters, Lord, 238 - Parley P. Pratt 1. Behold thy sons and daughter, Lord, On whom we lay our hands. They have fulfilled the gospel word And bowed at thy commands. 2. Oh, now send down the heav'nly dove And overwhelm their souls With peace and joy and perfect love, As lambs within thy fold. 3. Seal them by thine own Spirit's pow'r, Which purifies from sin, And may they find, from this good hour, They are adopted in. 4. Increase their faith, confirm their hope, And guide them in the way, With comfort bear their spirits up Until the perfect day.
Bless Our Fast, We Pray, 138, John Sears Tanner 1. On bended knees, with broken hearts, We come before thee Lord, In secret and in open prayer-- Oh wilt thou speak thy word? Feed thou our souls, fill thou our hearts, And bless our fast, we pray, That we may feel thy presence here And feast with thee today. 2. We've shared our bread with those in need, Relieved the suff'ring poor. The stranger we have welcomed in-- Wilt thou impart thy store? Feed thou our souls, fill thou our hearts, And bless our fast, we pray, That we may feel thy presence here And feast with thee today. 3. As witnesses, we gather here To thank, and to attest Of mercies and of miracles-- Oh, still our lives so bless! Feed thou our souls, fill thou our hearts, And bless our fast, we pray, That we may feel thy presence here And feast with thee today.
Brightly Beams Our Father's Mercy, (Men), 335 - Philip Paul Bliss Brightly beams our Father's mercy From his lighthouse evermore, But to us he gives the keeping Of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Dark the night of sin has settled; Loud the angry billows roar. Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother; Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed, Trying now to make the harbor, In the darkness may be lost. Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save
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