Rejoice, Ye Pure In Heart

TUNE I: MARION





TUNE II: VINEYARD HAVEN



Rejoice, ye pure in heart!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing!
Your glorious banner wave on high,
the cross of Christ your King.

Refrain:

Rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, give thanks and sing.

Bright youth and snow crowned age,
strong men and maidens meek,
raise high your free, exultant song,
God's wondrous praises speak. (Refrain)

Yes onward, onward still
with hymn, and chant and song,
through gate, and porch and columned aisle,
the hallowed pathways throng. (Refrain)

With all the angel choirs,
with all the saints of earth,
pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
true rapture, noblest mirth. (Refrain)

Your clear hosannas raise;
and alleluias loud;
whilst answering echoes upward float,
Llke wreaths of incense cloud. (Refrain)

With voice as full and strong
as ocean's surging praise,
send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
the psalms of ancient days. (Refrain)

Yes, on through life's long path,
still chanting as ye go;
from youth to age, by night and day,
in gladness and in woe. (Refrain)

Still lift your standard high,
still march in firm array,
as warriors through the darkness toil,
till dawns the golden day. (Refrain)

At last the march shall end;
the wearied ones shall rest;
the pilgrims find their heavenly home,
Jerusalem the blessed. (Refrain)

Then on, ye pure in heart!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing!
Your glorious banner wave on high,
the cross of Christ your King. (Refrain)

Praise God who reigns on high,
the Lord whom we adore,
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
one God forevermore. (Refrain)

Words: Edward Hayes Plumptre (1865)
Tune: MARION, SM or VINEYARD HAVEN, SM

Come, Christians, Join To Sing

Come, Christians, join to sing
Alleluia! Amen!
Loud praise to Christ our King;
Alleluia! Amen!
Let all, with heart and voice,
Before His throne rejoice;
Praise is His gracious choice.
Alleluia! Amen!

Come, lift your hearts on high,
Alleluia! Amen!
Let praises fill the sky;
Alleluia! Amen!
He is our Guide and Friend;
To us He’ll condescend;
His love shall never end.
Alleluia! Amen!

Praise yet our Christ again,
Alleluia! Amen!
Life shall not end the strain;
Alleluia! Amen!
On heaven’s blissful shore,
His goodness we’ll adore,
Singing forevermore,
“Alleluia! Amen!”

Text: Christian Henry Bateman, 1843
Tune: SPANISH HYMN/MADRID, 66.66 D

Jesus Shall Reign

TRURO:


DUKE STREET:


Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
does its successive journeys run;
his kingdom spread from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.

To Jesus endless prayer be made,
and endless praises crown his head;
his name like sweet perfume shall rise
with every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
dwell on his love with sweetest song;
and infant voices shall proclaim
their early blessings on his name.

Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
all prisoners leap and loose their chains;
the weary find eternal rest,
and all who suffer want are blest.

Let every creature rise and bring
honours peculiar to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud amen!

Text: Isaac Watts (1719)
Tune: TRURO, LM or DUKE STREET, LM

I Love To Tell The Story

I love to tell the story
of unseen things above,
of Jesus and his glory,
of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story,
because I know 'tis true;
it satisfies my longings
as nothing else can do.

Refrain:

I love to tell the story,
'twill be my theme in glory,
to tell the old, old story
of Jesus and his love.

I love to tell the story;
more wonderful it seems
than all the golden fancies
of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,
it did so much for me;
and that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee. (Refrain)

I love to tell the story;
'tis pleasant to repeat
what seems, each time I tell it,
more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
for some have never heard
the message of salvation
from God's own holy Word. (Refrain)

I love to tell the story,
for those who know it best
seem hungering and thirsting
to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
'twill be the old, old story
that I have loved so long. (Refrain)

Text: Katherine Hankey, 1868
Music: William G. Fischer, 1869

Thou Hidden Source of Calm Repose

Thou hidden source of calm repose,
thou all-sufficient love divine,
my help and refuge from my foes,
secure I am if thou art mine;
and lo! from sin and grief and shame
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

Thy mighty name salvation is,
and keeps my happy soul above,
comfort it brings, and power and peace,
and joy and everlasting love;
to me with thy dear name are given
pardon and holiness and heaven.

Jesus, my all in all thou art,
my rest in toil, my ease in pain,
the healing of my broken heart,
in war my peace, in loss my gain,
my smile beneath the tyrant's frown,
in shame my glory and my crown.

In want my plentiful supply,
in weakness my almighty power,
in bonds my perfect liberty,
my light in Satan's darkest hour,
in grief my joy unspeakable,
my life in death, my heaven in hell.

Text: Charles Wesley (1749)
Tune: STELLA 88.88.88

God, Who Stretched the Spangled Heavens

God, who stretched the spangled heavens,
infinite in time and place,
flung the suns in burning radiance
through the silent fields of space;
we, your children in your likeness,
share inventive powers with you.
Great Creator, still creating,
show us what we yet may do.

Proudly rise our modern cities,
stately buildings,row on row;
yet their windows, blank, unfeeling,
stare on canyoned streets below,
where the lonely drift unnoticed
in the city’s ebb and flow,
lost to purpose and to meaning,
scarcely caring where they go.

We have ventured worlds undreamed of
since the childhood of our race,
known the ecstasy of winging
through untraveled realms of space,
probed the secrets of the atom,
yielding unimagined power,
facing us with life's destruction
or our most triumphant hour.

As each far horizon beckons,
may it challenge us anew,
children of creative purpose
serving others, honoring you.
May our dreams prove rich with promise,
each endeavor well begun.
Great Creator, give us guidance
till our goals and yours are one.

Words: Catherine Cameron (1967)
Tune: HOLY MANNA 87.87D, by William Moore (1825)

All Things Bright And Beautiful

See also: All Things Bright and Beautiful (Rutter)

Refrain:

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
each little bird that sings,
he made their glowing colors,
he made their tiny wings. (Refrain)

The purple-headed mountain,
the river running by,
the sunset, and the morning
that brightens up the sky. (Refrain)

The cold wind in the winter,
the pleasant summer sun,
the ripe fruits in the garden,
he made them every one. (Refrain)

He gave us eyes to see them,
and lips that we might tell
how great is God Almighty,
who has made all things well. (Refrain)

See also: All Things Bright and Beautiful (Rutter)

Historical Information

Words: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848
Tune: ROYAL OAK, 76.76 + Refrain, adapted by Martin Shaw