At His Voice Creation

Gracie’s hymns for this Sabbath are: When Morning Gilds the Skies; He Who Would Valiant Be; At the Name of Jesus Every Knee Shall Bow. (Please note that this is a “rerun”, recorded a year ago).

Lyrics (via hymnary.org):

WHEN MORNING GILDS THE SKIES, by Edward Caswell
1 When morning gilds the skies, 
my heart awaking cries,
may Jesus Christ be praised! 
Alike at work and prayer 
to Jesus I repair,
may Jesus Christ be praised! 

2 Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this,
may Jesus Christ be praised!

3 The night becomes as day
when from the heart we say,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
The pow’rs of darkness fear
when this sweet song they hear,
may Jesus Christ be praised!

4 Let earth’s wide circle round
in joyful notes resound,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Let air and sea and sky
from depth to height reply,
may Jesus Christ be praised!

5 Be this, while life is mine,
my canticle divine,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this th’eternal song
through all the ages long,
may Jesus Christ be praised!

HE WHO WOULD VALIANT BE, by John Bunyan
1 He who would valiant be 
‘gainst all disaster,
let him in constancy 
follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement 
shall make him once relent
his first avowed intent 
to be a pilgrim.

2 Who so beset him round 
with dismal stories,
do but themselves confound—
his strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might, 
though he with giants fight;
he will make good his right 
to be a pilgrim.

3 Since, Lord, Thou dost defend 
us with Thy Spirit,
we know we at the end 
shall life inherit.
Then, fancies, flee away! 
I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labor night and day 
to be a pilgrim.

AT THE NAME OF JESUS EVERY KNEE SHALL BOW, by Caroline M. Noel
1 At the name of Jesus 
ev’ry knee shall bow,
ev’ry tongue confess him 
King of glory now;
’tis the Father’s pleasure 
we should call him Lord,
who from the beginning 
was the mighty Word.

2 At his voice creation 
sprang at once to sight,
all the angel faces, 
all the hosts of light,
cherubim in heaven, 
stars upon their way,
all the heav’nly orders 
in their great array.

3 Humbled for a season 
to receive a name
from the lips of sinners 
unto whom he came,
faithfully he bore it 
spotless to the last,
brought it back victorious 
when from death he passed;

4 Bore it up triumphant 
with its human light,
thro’ all ranks of creatures 
to the central height,
to the throne of Godhead, 
to the Father’s breast,
filled it with the glory 
of that perfect rest.