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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;
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
(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;
4 For this, and more than words can say,
We praise and bless Thy holy Name.
JOHN W. CHADWICK