L. M. + Awake, my Soul. II 4 1. A-wake, my soul, in joy-ful lays, And sing thy Great Redeemer's praise; 9:4 9 He just-ly claims a song from me: His loving-kind - ness, oh, how free! 9: 19 Loving-kindness, lov - ing-kindness, His loving-kindness, oh, how free! Loving-Kindness. 2 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood: His loving-kindness, oh, how good! 3 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale: Soon all my mortal powers must fail : Concluded from opposite page. 2 In the solitude apart, I will seek my Father. Oh, may my last expiring breath 4 Then, let me mount and soar away Medley. 3 When the evening sun is red, When each blossom droops its head, Kneeling low beside my bed, I will seek my Father, That I slumber in his care, Shielded from each harmful snare, I will seek my Father. Anon. Oh, Worship the King. 10s, or 5s-8 1. Haydn. 1. Oh, wor - ship the King all glo-rious a bove; Oh, grate-ful - ly sing his pow'r and his love! Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pa - vil-ion'd in splendor and girded with praise. 21 Majesty and Goodness of God. 2 Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace, 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains, 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Grant. 13 Forward in- to battle, See his banners go! Onward, Christian sol Marching as to war, With the cross of Je - sus Going on be-fore. 22 Onward, Christian Soldiers. 2 Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod. We are not divided: All one body we; One in hope, in doctrine, One in charity. Onward, etc. Gould. |