Hearts un - fold like flow'rs be-fore Thee, Prais-ing Thee their Sun a - bove. Melt the clouds of sin and sad - ness, Drive the dark of doubt a - way; TO im - mor-tal glad-ness, Fill us with the light of day. A-men. 2 All Thy works with joy surround Thee, Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays, All who live in love are Thine: Stars and angels sing around Thee, Teach us how to love each other, Lift us to the Joy Divine. 4 Mortals join the mighty chorus, Chanting bird and flowing fountain, Which the morning stars began: Father-love is reigning o'er us, Call us to rejoice in Thee. Brother-love binds man to man. 3 Thou art giving and forgiving, Ever singing march we onward, Ever blessing, ever blest, Victors in the midst of strife; Well-spring of the joy of living, Joyful music lifts us sunward Ocean-depth of happy rest! In the triumph song of life. Amen. Henry VAN DYKE 551 DIX 75. 61. Arr. fr. CONRAD KOCHER 14 (d=96) Praise to God, im - mor - tal praise, For the love that crowns our days; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our bless-ings flow. A-men. 2 All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores, 3 Peace, prosperity, and health, 4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest, ANNA L. BARBAULD LEIGHTON G. HAYNE Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins a - way. 2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, A far serener clime: My soul for that blest day; And take my sins away. 3 A few more storms shall beat. On this wild rocky shore, And surges swell no more: My soul for that calm day; And take my sins away. 4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, And we shall weep no more: My soul for that bright day; And take my sins away. 5 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, That we with Him may reign: My soul for that glad day; HORATIUS RONAR |