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YES Sing for Joy!
Psalms 67:1-7
1 God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause his face to shine =
upon us; Selah. 2 That thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving =
health among
all nations. 3 Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people =
praise thee. 4 O let the nations be glad and sing for joy: for thou =
shalt judge the people righteously, and govern the nations upon earth. =
Selah. 5 Let the
people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee. 6 Then shall =
the earth yield her increase; and God, even our own God, shall bless us. =
7 God shall bless us; and all the ends of the earth shall fear him.
Sing for joy! Praise the Lord!
"Piorokrat" <piorokrat@autograf.pl> wrote in message =
news:bp818l$p7p$1@news.onet.pl...
My song is love unknown,
My Savior's love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?
He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.
Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.
Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and 'gainst Him rise.
They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they saved,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.
In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say? Heav'n was His home;
But mine the tomb wherein He lay.
Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.
Samuel Crossman, 1664. Music ('Love Unknown') in the attached midi =
file, John Ireland, 1916.
What a marvellous, heart rending Gospel meditation!
This is also my mother's favorite hymn.
More can be found on www.cyberhymnal.org=20
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sake<BR>My=20
Lord should take, frail flesh and die?</P>
<P>He came from His blest throne<BR>Salvation to bestow;<BR>But men =
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strange, and none<BR>The longed for Christ would know:<BR>But O! my =
Friend, my=20
Friend indeed,<BR>Who at my need His life did spend.</P>
<P>Sometimes they strew His way,<BR>And His sweet praises =
sing;<BR>Resounding=20
all the day<BR>Hosannas to their King:<BR>Then “Crucify!” =
is all their=20
breath,<BR>And for His death they thirst and cry.</P>
<P>Why, what hath my Lord done?<BR>What makes this rage and =
spite?<BR>He made=20
the lame to run,<BR>He gave the blind their sight,<BR>Sweet injuries! =
Yet they=20
at these<BR>Themselves displease, and ’gainst Him rise.</P>
<P>They rise and needs will have<BR>My dear Lord made away;<BR>A =
murderer they=20
saved,<BR>The Prince of life they slay,<BR>Yet cheerful He to =
suffering=20
goes,<BR>That He His foes from thence might free.</P>
<P>In life, no house, no home<BR>My Lord on earth might have;<BR>In =
death no=20
friendly tomb<BR>But what a stranger gave.<BR>What may I say? =
Heav’n was His=20
home;<BR>But mine the tomb wherein He lay.</P>
<P>Here might I stay and sing,<BR>No story so divine;<BR>Never was =
love, dear=20
King!<BR>Never was grief like Thine.<BR>This is my Friend, in Whose =
sweet=20
praise<BR>I all my days could gladly spend.</P>
<P>Samuel Crossman, 1664. Music ('Love Unknown') in the attached midi =
file,=20
John Ireland, 1916.</P>
<P>What a marvellous, heart rending Gospel meditation!</P>
<P>This is also my mother's favorite hymn.</P>
<P>More can be found on <A=20
href=3D"http://www.cyberhymnal.org">www.cyberhymnal.org</A> </P>
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