May the grace of Christ our Saviour My God, my life! through all my days Not to the terrors of the Lord O all ye lands, rejoice in God On thee, O God of Hosts, on thee praise our great and gracious Lord render thanks to God above O Saviour of the faithful dead O thou that hear'st the mourner's cry Page The Lord my pasture shall prepare Our Father sits on yonder throne Pour down thy Spirit from on high Praise, O praise the Lord of heaven Praise, O praise the name divine Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him - The angel comes! he comes to reap The day of wrath, that dreadful day The dove let loose in eastern skies The heavens declare thy glory, Lord The Lord of might from Sinai's brow The Lord will come, the earth shall quake The Saviour lives, no more to die There is a land of pure delight This day be grateful homage paid This is the day the Lord hath blessed This world is full of toil and woe Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast Thou only Sovereign of my heart Though we have grieved thy Spirit, Lord Through all the changing scenes of life Through endless years Thou art the same Through the day thy love has spared us Thy throne, O God, in righteousness To celebrate thy praise, O Lord Vainly through night's weary hours Watched by the world with jealous eye Welcome again the day of holy rest Well may the earth astonished shake We long have heard the joyful sound While health and strength and youth remain While nations fired with mutual rage Whilst others strive and hope in vain 114 13 28 14 40 30 |