Part 16 (1/2)
Come and see the Works of G.o.d.
Lift up to G.o.d the shout of joy, Let all the earth its powers employ, To sound his glorious praise; Say, unto G.o.d--”How great art thou!
Thy foes before thy presence bow!
How gracious are thy ways!
”To thee all lands their homage bring, They raise the song, they shout, they sing The honors of thy name.”
Come! see the wondrous works of G.o.d; How dreadful is his vengeful rod!
How wide extends his fame!
He made a highway through the sea, His people, long-enslaved, to free, And give them Canaan's land; Through endless years his reign extends, His piercing eye to earth he bends-- Ye despots! fear his hand.
O! bless our G.o.d, lift up your voice Ye people! sing aloud--rejoice-- His mighty praise declare; The Lord hath made our bondage cease, Broke off our chains, brought sure release, And turned to praise our prayer.
HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.
Words by Oliver Johnson. Music--”Zion.”
[Music]
Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming, Comfort to the mourning slave; G.o.d has heard him long complaining, And extends his arm to save; Proud oppression Soon shall find a shameful grave; Proud oppression, Soon shall find a shameful end.
See, the light of truth is breaking Full and clear on every hand; And the voice of mercy speaking, Now is heard through all the land: Firm and fearless, See the friends of freedom stand.
Lo! the nation is arousing From its slumber long and deep; And the friends of G.o.d are waking, Never, never more to sleep, While a bondman, In his chains remains to weep.
Long, too long, have we been dreaming O'er our country's sin and shame: Let us now, the time redeeming, Press the helpless captive's claim-- Till exulting, He shall cast aside his chain.
THE PLEASANT LAND WE LOVE.
Words by N.P. Willis. Air, Carrier Dove.
[Music]
Joy to the pleasant land we love, The land our fathers trod!
Joy to the land for which they won ”Freedom to wors.h.i.+p G.o.d.”
For peace on all its sunny hills, On every mountain broods, And sleeps by all its gus.h.i.+ng rills, And all its mighty floods.
The wife sits meekly by the hearth, Her infant child beside; The father on his n.o.ble boy Looks with a fearless pride.