70 AUTUMN 87 8 7 8 7 8 7 L. von Esch, 1810 1. Mighty God, while an-gels bless Thee, May a mor- tal lisp Thy name? Sound-ed thro' the wide cre- a- tion Be Thy just and end-less praise. A-MEN. 2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought; For Thy providence that governs Through Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow Blessed be Thy gentle reign. 3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, Bright, though veiled in darkness long; Thought is poor, and poor expression, Who can sing that wondrous song? 73 LUX PRIMA 777777 Charles F. Gounod, 1872 1. Christ, whose glo ry fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, 2 O how shall I, whose native sphere Before the Ineffable appear, 3 There is a way for man to rise 4 These, these prepare us for the sight The sons of ignorance and night |