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Come With Me (Prelude)
01:55
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Zion Hill (Psalm 134)
03:15
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Behold, bless ye the Lord, all ye that
All ye that his attendants are,
Even you that in God's holy temple be,
God’s temple be and praise him nightly there.
Your hands within God's holy place lift up
Your hands lift up, and praise his holy name.
From Zion' hill the Lord thee he will bless,
Thee he will bless that heaven and earth did frame.
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City of God (Psalm 48)
03:57
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Great is the Lord, and greatly he
Is to be praised still,
Within the city of our God,
Upon his holy hill.
Mount Zion stands most beautiful,
The joy of all the land;
The city of the mighty King
On her north side doth stand.
The Lord within her palaces
Is for a refuge known.
For, lo, the kings that gathered were
Together, by have gone.
But when they did behold the same,
They, wond'ring, would not stay;
But, being troubled at the sight,
They thence did haste away.
Great terror there took hold
They were possessed with fear;
Their grief came like a woman's pain,
When she a child doth bear.
Thou Tarshish ships with east wind broke
As we have heard it told,
So, in the city of the Lord,
Our eyes did it behold;
Great is the Lord, and greatly he
Is to be praised still,
Within the city of our God,
Upon his holy hill.
In our God's city, which his hand
For ever stablish will.
We of thy loving-kindness thought,
Lord, in thy temple still.
O Lord, according to thy name,
Through all the earth's thy praise;
And thy right hand, O Lord, is full
Of righteousness always.
Because thy judgments are made known,
Let Zion mount rejoice;
Of Judah let the daughters all
Send forth a cheerful voice.
Walk about Zion, go round;
The high towers there tell:
Consider ye her palaces,
And mark her bulwarks well;
That ye may tell posterity.
For this God doth abide
Our God for evermore; he will
Even to death us guide.
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The earth belongs unto the Lord,
And all that it contains;
The world that is inhabited,
And all that there remains.
For the foundations thereof
He on the seas did lay,
And he hath it established
Upon the floods to stay.
Who is the man that shall ascend
Into the hill of God?
Or who within his holy place
Shall have a firm abode?
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure,
And unto vanity
Who hath not lifted up his soul,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
He from th' Eternal shall receive
The blessing him upon,
And righteousness, ev'n from the God
Of his salvation.
This is the generation
That after him enquire,
O Jacob, who do seek thy face
With their whole heart's desire.
Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;
Ye doors that last for aye,
Be lifted up, that so the King
Of glory enter may.
But who of glory is the King?
The mighty Lord is this;
Ev'n that same Lord, that great in might
And strong in battle is.
Ye gates, lift up your heads; ye doors,
Doors that do last for aye,
Be lifted up, that so the King
Of glory enter may.
But who is he that is the King
Of glory? who is this?
The Lord of hosts, and none but he,
The King of glory is.
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Judge me, O God, and plead my cause
Against th' ungodly nation;
From the unjust and crafty man,
O be thou my salvation.
For thou the God art of my strength;
Why thrusts thou me thee fro'?
For th' enemy's oppression
Why do I mourning go?
O send thy light forth and thy truth;
Let them be guides to me,
And bring me to thine holy hill,
Ev'n where thy dwellings be.
Then will I to God's altar go,
To God my chiefest joy:
Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise
My harp I will employ.
Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?
And why with vexing thoughts art thou
Disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for him to praise
Good cause I yet shall have:
He of my countenance is the health,
My God that doth me save.
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How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of thy grace
How pleasant, Lord, they be!
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently,
Yea faints, thy courts to see:
My very heart and flesh cry out,
O living God, for thee.
How the sparrow findeth out
An house wherein to rest;
The swallow also for herself
Hath purchased a nest;
Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe
Her young ones forth may bring,
O thou almighty Lord of hosts,
Who art my God and King.
Blessed they in thy house that dwell,
They ever give thee praise.
Blessed the one whose strength thou art,
In whose heart are thy ways:
So they from strength unwearied go
Still forward unto strength,
Until in Zion they appear
Before the Lord at length.
Lord God of hosts, my prayer hear;
O Jacob's God, give ear.
See God our shield, look on the face
Of thine anointed dear.
For in thy courts one day excels
A thousand; rather in
My God's house will I keep a door,
Than dwell in tents of sin.
God the Lord's a sun and shield:
He'll grace and glory give;
And will withhold no good from them
That uprightly do live.
O thou that art the Lord of hosts,
That man is truly blest,
Who by assured confidence
On thee alone doth rest.
Blessed they in thy house that dwell,
They ever give thee praise.
Blessed the one whose strength thou art,
In whose heart are thy ways:
So they from strength unwearied go
Still forward unto strength,
Until in Zion they appear
Before the Lord at length.
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Th' eternal Lord doth reign as king,
Let all the people quake;
He sits between the cherubims,
Let th' earth be moved and shake.
The Lord in Zion great and high
Above all people is;
Thy great and dreadful name (for it
Is holy) let them bless.
The king's strength also judgment loves;
Thou settlest equity:
Just judgment thou dost execute
In Jacob righteously.
The Lord our God exalt on high,
And rev'rently do ye
Before his footstool worship him:
The Holy One is he.
Moses, Aaron 'mong his priests,
Samuel, with them that call
Upon his name: these called on God,
And he them answered all.
Within the pillar of the cloud
He unto them did speak:
The testimonies he them taught,
And laws, they did not break.
Thou answered them, O Lord our God;
Thou wast a God that gave
Pardon to them, though on their deeds
Thou wouldest vengeance have.
Do ye exalt the Lord our God,
And at his holy hill
Do ye him worship: for the Lord
Our God is holy still.
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O all ye lands, unto the Lord
Make ye a joyful noise.
Serve God with gladness, him before
Come with a singing voice
Know ye the Lord that he is God
Not we, but he us made:
We are his people, and the sheep
Within his pasture fed
Enter his gates and courts with praise,
To thank him go ye thither:
To him express your thankfulness,
And bless his name together.
Because the Lord our God is good,
His mercy faileth never
And to all generations
His truth will endure forever
Praise ye the Lord. God's praise within
His sanctuary raise
And to him in the firmament
Of his power give praise
Because of all his mighty acts,
With praise him magnify:
O praise him, as he doth excel
In glorious majesty.
Praise him with trumpet's sound; his praise
With psaltery advance
With timbrel, harp, stringed instruments
And organs, in the dance
Praise him on cymbals loud; him praise
On cymbals sounding high
Let each thing breathing praise the Lord
Praise to the Lord give ye
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The Old Churchyard
05:11
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Come, come with me to the old churchyard,
I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward.
Friends in there that we want to regard;
We can trace out their names in the old churchyard.
Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er,
And why weep for those who will weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard
Their pillows they be in the old churchyard.
I know that it's vain when our friends depart
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
And I know that the joy of life is marred
When we follow friends to the old churchyard.
But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree,
Why would you weep, my friends, for me?
I'm so wayworn, why would you retard
The peace I seek in the old churchyard?
Why weep for me, for I'm ready to go
To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow;
And I fear not to enter that dark lonely tomb
Where our saviour has lain and has conquered the gloom.
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through this prison of clay,
And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord
Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.
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