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Cantate.
“O sing unto the Lord a new song: for He hath done marvellous things.”
—Ps. xcviii.
Pilgrims in a world of pain,
While we suffer, still we reign:
Through a wilderness of woe
Onward as our marches go,
Oft may heave the inward sigh,
Sadly droop the sunken eye,
Haunting grief and harrowing care
Circle round us, everywhere,—
Yet, in heaven we have a King,
And beneath His banner sing
Jubilate! Jubilate!
While we suffer, still we reign:
Through a wilderness of woe
Onward as our marches go,
Oft may heave the inward sigh,
Sadly droop the sunken eye,
Haunting grief and harrowing care
Circle round us, everywhere,—
Yet, in heaven we have a King,
And beneath His banner sing
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Lift we, then, our lyric song
Full and fervent, loud and long:
Hallelujah! Lord on high
For the gotten victory.—
Music is a gift divine
Dedicate to Thee, and Thine;
Organ, trump, and raptured lyre,
Let Thy Glories now inspire,
Till our diapason blend
Far as Earth and Man extend,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Full and fervent, loud and long:
Hallelujah! Lord on high
For the gotten victory.—
Music is a gift divine
Dedicate to Thee, and Thine;
Organ, trump, and raptured lyre,
Let Thy Glories now inspire,
Till our diapason blend
Far as Earth and Man extend,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
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Seas which rock and mountain lave,
Viewless wind, and vassal wave,
Floods that bathe the fertile Lands
Swell the choir, and clap your hands;
Rivers round the rolling world,
Storms, amid the skies unfurl'd,—
All of great, sublime, or glorious
Cite we now to chant before us
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Viewless wind, and vassal wave,
Floods that bathe the fertile Lands
Swell the choir, and clap your hands;
Rivers round the rolling world,
Storms, amid the skies unfurl'd,—
All of great, sublime, or glorious
Cite we now to chant before us
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Praise the Lord! again, again
Let our souls prolong the strain:
Victorious waves th' Almighty Arm
Shielding earth and heaven from harm;
Mercy, Truth, and Righteousness
Evermore the people bless;
While the ransom'd world around
Hear the wafted tidings sound
“Salvation!”—Jew and Gentile, both
Find it in God's awful oath,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Let our souls prolong the strain:
Victorious waves th' Almighty Arm
Shielding earth and heaven from harm;
Mercy, Truth, and Righteousness
Evermore the people bless;
While the ransom'd world around
Hear the wafted tidings sound
“Salvation!”—Jew and Gentile, both
Find it in God's awful oath,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Hail we, then, the Prince of Peace;
Blood Divine proclaims release;
Guilt in grace shall now depart,
Till the glow of each glad heart
Mirror back that righteous Sun,
By Whose radiance souls are won
Out of darkness into light,
With the beams of Godhead bright,—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Blood Divine proclaims release;
Guilt in grace shall now depart,
Till the glow of each glad heart
Mirror back that righteous Sun,
By Whose radiance souls are won
Out of darkness into light,
With the beams of Godhead bright,—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Children of the Cross are we,
Shout we, hence, our Jubilee:
Time may frown, and Flesh may fear;
Oft descend the heart-drawn tear;
Hopes depart, and homes decay;
All fond Edens fade away;
Sickness, anguish, grief, and pain
Over hearth and household reign,
But the Church will ever sing
Lauds to Her celestial King,—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Shout we, hence, our Jubilee:
Time may frown, and Flesh may fear;
Oft descend the heart-drawn tear;
Hopes depart, and homes decay;
All fond Edens fade away;
Sickness, anguish, grief, and pain
Over hearth and household reign,
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Lauds to Her celestial King,—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
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