525 8, 7. 8L. Arthur Sullivan, 1874 We hail Thee, Lord, Thy Church's rock, With joy-ful ac- cla- ma-tion! Thou guardian Shepherd of Thy flock, Come, feed Thy con-gre - ga - tion. We own the doc-trine of Thy cross To be our sole foun-da tion: 526 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7. German, 1523 Dear Christians,one and all, re-joice, With ex- ult-a-tion spring -ing, His right arm the vic-tory won; Right dear-ly it hath cost Him. in con-tempt and scorn by all, Who cruel-ly would op 2 Their furious wrath, did God permit, Would quickly have consumed us, And in the deep and yawning pit With life and limb entombed us; Like men o'er whom dark waters roll, The streams had gone e'en o'er our And mightily o'er whelmed us. [soul, 3 Thanks be to God, who from the pit 528 8, 7. 81. Arthur Sullivan, 1874 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of ad ra- tion, To Thee bring sac- ri- fice of praise With shouts of ex - ult a- tior: Bright robes of gold the fields a dorn, The hills with joy are ring-ing, The val-leys stand so thick with corn That e ven they are singing. 2 And now, on this our festal day, With gifts of grace supernal; 3 We bear the burden of the day, And often toil seems dreary; May we, the angel-reaping o'er, 4 O blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide for ever; Where golden fields spread far and Where flows the crystal river; [broad, The strains of all its holy throng With ours to-day are blending; Thrice blessed is that harvest-song Which never hath an ending. W. C. Dix, 1864 |