The listening spheres attend, And sing, in songs which never end, Thomas Olivers. Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, sea. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea. Reginald Heber. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. Frederick W. Faber. He formed the deeps unknown; Isaac Watts. O thou to whom in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, And prophets praised with glowing tongue. Thus doth thy hospitable greatness lie We cannot lose ourselves where all is home, Frederick W. Faber. Acquaint thee, O mortal! William Knox. "His very word of grace is strong Isaac Watts. "When God reveals His march through Nature's night, His steps are beauty, and His presence light. James Montgomery. Thine eye detects the sparrow's fall, Samuel F. Smith. Our Saviour and Master Calm on the listening ear of night, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Edmund H. Sears. There's a song in the air! There's a star in the sky! There's a mother's deep prayer, And a baby's low cry! And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King. J. G. Holland. In heaven the rapturous song began, Through all the shining legions ran, The theme, the song, the joy, was new,- And angels flew, with eager joy, Samuel Medley. Born that man no more may die; In the light of that star From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe; Thou didst come to ransom sinners: Flow, my praise, forever flow! Robert Robinson. Love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy lifeblood flowed. A. Cleveland Coxe. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Isaac Watts. 'Mid rending rocks and dark'ning skies, My Saviour bows his head and dies; The opening veil reveals the way By thine hour of dire despair; By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! Robert Grant. Gethsemane can I forget, Or there thy conflict see, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, I must remember thee! James Montgomery. Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died Isaac Watts. Ride on, ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. Henry H. Milman. As thou hast died for me, O may my love for thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire! Ray Palmer. |