551 QUID RETRIBUAM 6 6 6 6 6 6 John Bacchus Dykes I. O thou not made with hands, Not throned a bove the skies, 9 Jonathan C. Woodman 1. I love Thy king - dom, Lord, The house of Thine a - bode, The Church our blest Re-deem-er saved With His own pre- cious blood. A- MEN. 555 AUSTRIA 87878787 64 4 Franz Joseph Haydn, 1797 I. Glo-rious things of thee are spok-en, Zi - on, cit y of 4 our God; He whose word can not be broken, Form'd thee for His own a - bode; On the Rock of A ges found-ed, What can shake thy sure re- pose? With sal- va-tion's walls sur-round-ed, Thou may' st smile at all thy foes. A-MEN. 2 See, the streams of living waters Ever flows their thirst t'assuage Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, Thus deriving from their banner, Light by night, and shade by day, 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God. 'Tis His love His people raises Over self to reign as kings: And as priests, His solemn praises Each for a thank-offering brings. John Newton, 1779 With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. A-MEN. 2 Elect from every nation, One Lord, one faith, one birth; Partakes one holy food, 3 'Mid toil and tribulation, 441 Till with the vision glorious 4 Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in One, And mystic sweet communion With those whose rest is won; O happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace, that we, Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee. Samuel J. Stone, 1866 |