Songs of Pilgrimage

1. O God my strength and for- ti- tude, I love and hon-or thee; Thou

My God,my rock in whom I trust, The worker of my wealth, My refuge, buckler,and my

shield, The horn of all my health. My refuge,buckler, and my shield, The horn of all my health.

And for this cause, O Lord, my God,
To thee give thanks, I shall;
And sing out praises to thy name,
Among the Gentiles all.

Thomas Sternhold, ab. 1549.

The Voice of the Loyd is full of Majesty.

428 Arise, shine, for thy Light is come.

Isa. Ix. 1.

Arise, and shine, O Zion fair'

C. M. 430

The day of wonders now is nigh,
The year of jubilee.

Ye heralds, blow your trumpets loud,
The earth must know her doom;
Go, sound the mighty cry abroad,

"Behold, the King has come!" Ye nations, gather at his throne, Before the Judge appear;

All tongues and languages must come,
Their final doom to hear.

The glorious news of gospel grace,
With sinners now is o'er;
The trump in Zion now is still,

And to be blown no more.

The watchmen all have left their walls,
And with their flocks above,
On Canaan's happy shore they sing,
And shout redeeming love.

John A. Granade, 1763-1807.

429 Give unto the Lord glory and strength.

Psalm xxix. 1.

C. M.

Your redemption draweth nigh.
Luke xxi. 28.

428-431

C. M.

When signs and wonders there shall be
In sun, and moon, and stars;
When storms shall vex the roaring sea,
And hearts shall fail with fears;
When guilty nations shrink with fright,
And dread their hastening doom;
Then, robed in majesty and might,
The Son of man shall come.

Woe to the world, whose wailing throngs
Shall quake with sudden fear;
Joy to the saints, whose thankful songs
Shall hail redemption near:

For them, with mighty trumpet's sound,
Angelic legions blest,

Shall fly to earth's remotest bound,
To bear them to their rest.

O watch, ye saints, with burning lamps,
Until your Lord appear;

The fig tree buds: the forests leave:
The summer draweth near.
Blessed are they who wait, and hope,
And trust the faithful word;
They suddenly shall be caught up,
Forever with the Lord.

431

The Lord our God is clothed with might;
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height,O,
The rolling sun stands still.
Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar!
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

Howl, winds of night! your force combine;
Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

His voice sublime is heard afar:
In distant peals it dies;

He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

Henry Kirke White, 1806.

where are kings and empires now,

Of old that went and came?
But, Lord, thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;
We hear within, the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy church, O God!

Tho' earthquake shocks are threat'ning her,
And tempests are abroad;

Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands:

A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839.

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2 Amid the hurricane I'll stand,
And strike a tuneful song;
My harp all trembling in my hand,
And all inspired my tongue.

C. M., 7 "Around thy wheels in the glad throng
I'd bear a joyful part;

3 I'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders roll, And shake the sullen sky!

Your sounding voice, from pole to pole, In angry murmurs try.

4 "Let the earth totter on her base,
Clouds heaven's wide arch deform;
Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
And breathe the final storm.

5 "O Jesus, haste the day when thou
Shalt this old earth consume;
Build the new heav'ns, and all below;
Bid a fresh Eden bloom.

6 "Come quickly, blessed Hope, appear,
Bid thy swift chariot fly;
Let angels warn thy coming near,
And snatch me to the sky.

All hallelujah on my tongue, All rapture in my heart."

xxxviii.

Mather Byles, ab. 1760.

433 The morning stars sang together. C. M. 6 1. 2 When over Bethlehem's silent plain, Was told a Saviour's birth, Heaven's holy myriads sang again O'er this dark, groaning earth, "Glory to God, good will to men:" Their joyful song pealed forth.

3 Soon he who made both heav'n and earth, Shall speak the world renewed, And bring creation's second birth, When all things shall be good: Then angels' songs shall fill the earth: The earth redeemed by blood. 4 O Lord, Creator, All in all,

Who art enthroned above:
Before thy feet we humbly fall,
And offer thee our love,

And wait to crown thee Lord of all,
And all thy glory prove.

H., 1880.

A Strong Consolation.

434 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness. C. M.
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power;
The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

Thy morning light, and evening shade,
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.
Seasons, and times, and moons, and hours,

Heaven, earth, and air are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers,

The Author is divine.

Thy showers the thirsty furrows fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

Isaac Watts, ab. 1719.

By two immutable things. Heb. vi, 18.

C. M.

435
Thine oath, and promise, mighty God,
Recorded in thy word,
Become our hope's foundation broad,
And confidence afford.

Like Abraham, the friend of God,

Thy faithfulness we prove;
We tread in paths the fathers trod,
Blest with thy light and love.

Largely our consolation flows,
While we expect the day

That ends our griefs, and pains, and woes,
And drives our fears away.

Let floods of mighty vengeance roll,
And compass earth around;
Let thunders sound from pole to pole,
And earthquakes vast astound.

Let nature all convulse and shake,
And angry nations rage;
Thy name, our hiding-place we make;
To save thou dost engage.

Edwin Burnham, 1848.

Psalm xlvii. 1.

434-438

436 Shout unto God with the voice of triumph. C. M.
Arise, ye people, and adore;
Exulting, strike the chord!
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th' Almighty Lord.

Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round.
Th' ascending God proclaim;
Angelic choirs respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.

They sing of death and hell o'erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To his right hand of power.

Oh, shout, ye people, and adore ;
Exulting, strike the chord!
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th' Almighty Lord!

1 God's trum-pet wakes the slumb'ring world; Now each man to his post! The

red cross banner is unfurled : Who joins the glorious host? Who joins the

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Songs of Pilgrimage: A Hymnal for the Churches of Christ