Zisi, Matthew - Offertory No. 8 Piano seul |
Compositeur : | Zisi, Matthew | ||
Instrumentation : | Piano seul | ||
Genre : | Hymne - Eglise - Sacre | ||
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Droit d'auteur : | Copyright © Matthew Zisi | ||
Ajoutée par crosby3145, 05 Mar 2021 Medley of four hymns There's a Wideness in God's Mercy words by Frederick W. Faber music by Lizzie S. Tourjee 1. There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea; There's a kindness in His justice Which is more than liberty. 2. There is welcome for the sinner And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Savior, There is healing in His blood. 3. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. 4. If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word, And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. My Savior words by Dora Greenwell music by William J. Kirkpatrick 1. I am not skilled to understand What God hath willed, what God hath planned; I only know at His right hand Is One Who is my Savior! 2. I take Him at His word indeed- "Christ died for sinners," this I read- For in my heart I find a need Of Him to be my Savior! 3. That He should leave His place on high And come for sinful man to die, You count it strange? so once did I, Before I knew my Savior! 4. And O that He fulfilled may see The travail of His soul in me, And with His work contented be, As I with my dear Savior! 5. Yea, living, dying, let me bring My strength, my solace from this spring: That He Who lives to be my King Once died to be my Savior! Ye Christian Heralds words by Bourne H. Draper music by Heinrich C. Zeuner 1. Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim Salvation thru Emmanuel's name; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the Rose of Sharon there. 2. God shield you with a wall of fire, With flaming zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And hush the tempests into peace. 3. And when our labors all are o'er, Then we shall meet to part no more- Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall, And crown our Jesus Lord of all. We Give Thee But Thine Own words by William W. How music from Mason & Webb's Cantica Laudis, 1850 1. We give Thee but Thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from Thee. 2. May we Thy bounties thus As stewards true receive, And gladly as Thou blessest us, To Thee our firstfruits give. |