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Hosanna, loud hosanna, The little children sang
Hymnal: The Liturgical Harp #37 (2013) Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Hosanna, loud hosanna, The little children sang
My Master was a worker
Author: William G. Tarrant Hymnal: New Worship and Song #37 (1942) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
My Master was a worker
At Jesus' Feet Our Infant Sweet
Author: M. Loy Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #38 (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. At Jesus' feet our infant sweet
We lay with all its stain,
That renders it for heav'n unmeet
Until 'tis born again:
We here embrace His proffered grace
In this baptismal wave,
Nor shall the world our trust efface--
The bath its soul will save.
2. We fail to see the Holy Three
Concealed the fount within,
Mere water seems the mystery
That cleanses us from sin;
But who may tell what virtues dwell
Thro' God's Word in that flood,
Or who the simple faith repel
That owns it Jesus' blood?
3. We bring our child by sin defiled,
Then, dearest Lord, to Thee;
Here clothe it in Thy nature mild,
From sin here make it free;
And buried here in death severe,
To new life may it rise,
And trained for Thee, with Thee appear
Immortal in the skies.
Amen. Topics: The Means of Grace The Sarraments-Holy Baptism Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
At Jesus' Feet Our Infant Sweet
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
Author: Jeanette Threlfall, 1821-1880 Hymnal: The Abingdon Song Book #38 (1938) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
O Lord of life, for all Thy care
Author: A. N. Blatchford Hymnal: The Day School Hymn Book #38 (1896) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
O Lord of life, for all Thy care
I Sing the Mighty Power of God
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for a Pilgrim People #39 (2007) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: I sing the mighty pow'r of God Lyrics: 1 I sing the mighty pow'r of God
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.
2 I sing the goodness of the Lord
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn my eye:
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
3 There's not a plant or flow'r below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow
By order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee
Is ever in Thy care,
And ev'rywhere that we can be,
Thou, God, art present there.
Amen. Topics: Adoration and praise; Creation; God the Father; Presence of God Scripture: Exodus 20 Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
I Sing the Mighty Power of God
I sing the mighty power of God
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Sing to the Lord #39 (1959) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
I sing the mighty power of God
I sing the mighty power of God
Author: Isaac Watts; Joseph Barnby Hymnal: Isles of Shoals Hymn Book and Candle Light Service #42 (1908) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
I sing the mighty power of God
O beautiful for spacious skies
Author: Katharine Lee Bates Hymnal: The Concord Hymnal #42 (1923) Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
O beautiful for spacious skies
Heap High the Farmer's Wintry Hoard
Author: John Greenleaf Whittier Hymnal: Worship in Song #43 (1996) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Lyrics: 1 Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has autumn poured
from out her lavish horn!
Through vales of grass and meads of flowers
our plows their furrows made,
While on the hills the sun and showers
of changeful April played.
2 We dropped the seed over hill and plain
beneath the sun of May,
And frightened from our sprouting grain
the robber crows away.
All through the long, bright days of June
its leaves grew green and fair,
And waved in hot midsummer's noon
its soft and yellow hair.
3 And now with autumn's moonlit eyes,
It's harvest-time has come,
We pluck away the frosted leaves,
and bear the treasure home.
Oh let the good old crop adorn
the hills our fathers (forbears) trod;
Still let us, for his (this) golden corn,
send up our thanks to God! Topics: Autumn; Creation; Harvest; Quaker author; Seasons; Spring; Summer; Thankfulness; Thanksgiving Day Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Heap High the Farmer's Wintry Hoard
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