O God, Whose Law from Age to Age
Citation, lyrics and music are copied from The Cyber Hymnal and are public domain. Midi file is modified to piano only. Lyrics may be modified for doctrinal accuracy. This version is not copyrighted. If you find it a blessing, please feel free to use it. — In Christ, Paul W. Davis
Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. (Psalm 104:1-5)
To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power; not one faileth. Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from the LORD, and my judgment is passed over from my God? Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding. (Isaiah 40:25-28)
| Words: John H. Holmes, 1910. Music: “St. Leonard (Hiles)“, Henry Hiles, 1867. (midi, mp3) |
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No chance or change can know,
Whose love forevermore abides,
While eons come and go;
From all the strife of earthly life,
To Thine embrace we flee,
And ‘mid our crowding doubts and fears
Would put our trust in Thee.
The winds, Thy faithful messengers,
Are guided by Thy hand;
Thy ministers, the flames of fire,
Obey Thy stern command;
The seas resound within the bound
Where Thy dominion reigns,
And wheeling planets seek the paths
Thy mighty will ordains.
Thy holy purpose moves before
The nations on their way,
And leads the stumbling hosts of men
From darkness into day.
No captain’s sword, no prophet’s word,
But Thy great mercy prove;
No clime or kindred but attest
Thy providence of love.
Dear Father, we would learn to trust
The doing of Thy will,
And in Thy perfect law of love
Our doubts and fears would still.
Help us to know, in joy or woe,
Thy ways are always best,
And we, Thy children evermore,
By Thy great goodness blest.
