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.
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