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I'll Rejoice
Author: William L. C. Hunnicutt Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10293 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D First Line: I will praise my great Creator Refrain First Line: I'll rejoice in my Creator Lyrics: 1 I will praise my great Creator,
For His wondrous grace and love;
’Tis meet that they should praise below,
Who would praise our God above.
Refrain:
I’ll rejoice in my Creator,
I will glory in my God,
My soul shall make her boast of Him,
And I’ll sound His praise abroad.
2 I will praise my dear Redeemer,
While He saves my soul from death;
I will glory in my Savior,
’Tis for this He gives me breath. [Refrain]
3 I will praise the Holy Spirit,
Sweetest comforter is He;
Praise is comely for the righteous,
O that I might righteous be. [Refrain]
Languages: English Tune Title: IOWA CITY
I'll Rejoice
I'll Rejoice
Author: Rev. W. L. C. Hunnicutt Hymnal: The Young People's Hymnal #95 (1897) First Line: I will praise my great Creator Refrain First Line: I'll rejoice in my Creator Languages: English Tune Title: [I will praise my great Creator]
I'll Rejoice
O Holy Dove, Assist My Love
Author: Henry Trend Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10797 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 O Holy Dove, assist my love,
Give my soul swift wings to fly,
And reach the Palm, whose wondrous balm
Fragrance yields that fills the sky:
There God our Lord, th’Incarnate Word,
Glorious friend of our lost race,
Hung, wounded sore, and bruised all o’er,
Meekly bearing all disgrace.
2 My heart, awake! O Jesu, take
Pity; save me; refuge give;
And open wide Thy bleeding side,
Hidden there my soul shall live,
And peaceful dwell, secure from hell,
Free from every worldly snare:
No mountain cave such rest e’er gave
Hunted wanderers sheltered there.
3 O Love Divine, for ever mine,
Didst Thou suffer, Lord, for me
Amazing loss? and did the cross
Wring Thy soul with agony?
Yes, Lord, that tree did torture Thee,
Though no sin at all was Thine;
For my foul guilt Thy blood was spilt;
Now life through Thy death is mine.
4 It seems too much to make me such,
Dearest Lord, as Thou hast done;
Oh, while I live, myself I give;
Take the heart which Thou hast won:
O blessèd love, born from above,
Unconquered Thou, while conquering all;
Before Thy breath, stronger than death,
Harmless all his darts must fall.
5 Though dead in sins, new life begins,
Wrought in me by love’s sweet might;
Illustrious fire, burn on: blaze higher:
Melt this frozen heart outright:
O Christ, inflame, through Thy dear name,
My loved soul with love of Thee;
To hold Thee e’er, to leave Thee ne’er—
Give, Oh, give this power to me.
Languages: English Tune Title: IOWA CITY
O Holy Dove, Assist My Love
