Al-might-y God, Thy word is cast Like seed in to
Now let the dew of heaven descend, And righteous fruits a
2 Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove; But give it root in every heart, To bring forth fruits of love.
3 Let not the world's deceitful cares The rising plant destroy;
But let it yield a hundred-fold The fruits of peace and joy.
4 Oft as the precious seed is sown, Thy quickening grace bestow, That all whose souls the truth receive, Its saving power may know.
Ludv. M. Lindeman, 1812-87.
In heaven above, in heaven above, Where God, our Fa-ther,
Ev-er and ev - er - more we see- We see the Lord of hosts!
2 In heaven above, in heaven above, What glory deep and bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light: The mighty sun that ne'er goes down, Around whose gleam clouds never Is God, the Lord of hosts. [frown,
3 In heaven above, in heaven above, Behold a countless throng! Angels in mystic radiance garbed Lead the triumphal song: Angels and saints are one, and I Join glad the gladdest company, And hail the Lord of hosts.
4 In heaven above, in heaven above, No tears of pain are shed: Nothing can there or fade or die; Life's fulness round is spread,
And like an ocean, joy o'erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God the Lord of hosts.
5 In heaven above, in heaven above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear had never heard, Nor mortal vision shared, Which never pierced to mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne'er expressed, O God the Lord of hosts!
6 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Accept my thankful praise: Give me, as to the happy ones, Treasure of endless days. If firm in faith and hope I stand, I gain the crown, the better land, O God the Lord of hosts.
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