Brethren We Have Met To Worship

Brethren we have met to worship

And adore the Lord our God

Will you pray with all your power

While we try to preach the word

All is vain unless the Spirit

Of the Holy One comes down

Brethren pray and holy blessings

Will be showered all around

Brethren see poor sinners ‘round you

Slumbering on the brink of woe

Death is coming, Hell is moving

Can you bear to let them go

See our fathers and our mothers and our children

Sinking down

Brethren pray and holy blessings

Will be showered all around

Sisters will you join and help us

Moses’ sister aided him

Will you help the trembling mourners

Who are struggling hard with sin

Tell them all about the Savior

Tell them that he will be found

Sisters pray and holy blessings

Will be showered all around

He has promised He will hear us

When we come to seek his face,

Cast aside our works of darkness

Come and taste Amazing Grace

There’s no hard heart He can’t soften

No rebellion he can’t break

With his love he’lll cleanse and pardon

Bring his children home through faith

Praise to the Lord The Almighty

Praise to the Lord the Almighty

The King of Creation

Oh my soul praise him for he is thy help and salvation

All ye who hear now to his temple draw near

Praise him in glad adoration

Praise to the Lord who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth

Shelters thee under his wings yea so gently sustaineth

Hast thou now seen how all thy longings have been

Granted in what he ordaineth

Praise to the Lord who doth prosper thy work and defend thee

Surely his goodness and mercies here daily attend thee

Ponder anew what the Almighty can do

If with his love he befriend thee

Praise to the Lord oh let all that is in me adore him

All that hath life and breath come now with praises before him

Let the amen sound from his people again

Gladly for aye we adore him

For the beauty of the Earth

For the glory of the skies

For the love which from our birth

Over and around us lies

Lord of all to thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise

For the wonder of each hour

Of the day and of the night

Hill and vale and tree and flower

Sun and moon and stars of light

Lord of all to thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise

For the joy of human love

Brother sister parent child

Friends on earth and friends above

For all gentle thoughts and mild

Lord of all to thee we raise this out hymn of grateful praise

For thyself best gift divine

To our race so freely giv’n

For that great great love of thine

Peace on Earth and joy in Heav’n

Lord of all to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise

And Can it Be

And can it be that I should gain an interest in the savior’s blood

Died he for me who caused his pain for me who him to death pursued

Amazing love how can it be that thou my God should’st die for me

He left his Father’s throne above so free so infinite his grace

Emptied himself of all but love and bled for Adam’s helpless race

Tis mercy all immense and free for O my God it found out me

Amazing love how can it be that thou my God should’st die for me

Long my imprisoned spirit lay fast bound in sin and nature’s night

Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray I woke the dungeon flamed with light

My chains fell off my heart was free I rose went forth and followed thee

Amazing love how can it be that thou my God should’st die for me

No condemnation now I dread Jesus and all in Him is mine

Alive in him my living head and clothed in righteousness divine

Bold I approach the th’ eternal throne and claim the crown through Christ my own

Amazing love how can it be that thou my God should’st die for me

Praise Ye The Lord

Praise the Lord the Maker of the Springtime

Praise the Lord when flowers are in bloom

Praise the Lord when shoots of green appearing

Praise ye the Lord with me

Praise the Lord when warmth comes in summer

Praise the Lord when suns are high above

Praise the Lord in days long and joyous

Praise ye the Lord with me

All of creation sings of who He is

Skies above and Earth below raise a joyous song

Sing it with me let us all sing along

Praise ye the Lord with me

Praise the Lord when coolness comes in harvest

Praise the Lord bringing in the sheaves

Praise the Lord when work once sowed now reaping

Praise ye the Lord with me

Praise the Lord in bleakness of mid winter

Praise the Lord when life once lived now ends

Praise the Lord when cold and death is creeping

Praise ye the Lord with me

All of creation sings of who He is

Skies above and Earth below raise a joyous song

Sing it with me let us all sing along

Praise ye the Lord with me

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All of creation sings of who He is

Skies above and earth below raise a joyous song

Sing it with me let us all sing along

Praise ye the Lord

Praise ye the Lord with me

Prelude to a Garden

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Tree

Rising from the ground unnoticed

A tender shaft of gold and green

A husk of heaven’s light exploded

Where it fell the other week

Perhaps it was a chance occasion

That placed it there within the ground

And made it wait for the persuasion

Of the rain to draw it out

And it’s growing growing growing

Growing in the Earth

And it’s growing growing growing

Into the life that gave it birth

Soon its roots begin their grappling

Into the firmness of the sod

While the sprig becomes a sapling

Branching up to worship God

Greening leaves burst from her hardwood

Unfurling harvesting the sun

Deep within the dirt she’s watered

Where streams of living waters run

And she’s growing growing growing

Growing in the Earth

And she’s growing growing growing

Into the life that gave her birth

Then the gard’ner comes to prune her

Cutting out what causes harm

With his loving hands he mends her

Binding up each fragile arm

Around her roots he digs to nourish

That is planting may bear fruit

To see his dear ones grow and flourish

In the garden of His truth

And she’s growing growing growing

Growing in the Earth

And she’s growing growing growing

Into the life that gave her birth

Grass

Grass grows in my backyard

I cut it on the weekend if I’m lucky to have time

Grass an inconvenient thing

But I guess that I would miss it if my yard were brown instead of green

Still is there something more to grass

Grass a battlefield for ants

Where warring civ’lizations litter corpses ‘round the roots of plants

Grass where vicious spiders prowl

Eight eyed hunters lurking in the shadows underground

Grass pure resiliency

Stomped and smashed and trod upon almost incessantly

Still in spite of all of that

It takes a spinning blade of sharpened steel just to cut it back

Grass where dandelions sprout

Thwarting all our misinformed intent to root them out

Grass that cultivates a trove

Of health foods that are growing for us right beneath our noses

Grass its only surface deep

Unless it’s that Bermuda stuff impossible to keep

Out of the mulch

We put in flower beds

Maybe we should just let grass grow there instead

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Cause it’s a carpet for immortal children playing in the shade

Of the mighty oaken branches overhead

With the fragrance of a living Earth perfuming every blade

There is glory in every step they tread

(I’m talking about grass)

Grass it grows in my backyard

I’d cut on the weekend but I don’t think I’ll have time

Spring (Lyrics by Gerard Manly Hopkins)

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –

When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?

A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,

Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,

Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Hope

I saw it in your eyes and it was young

Just recently had sprung up from these dreams

You seeded in the soil in early spring

When anything could be and you had hope

And also so unlike it called you out

And also called you in to something true

That flamed within your chest for you were pierced by beauty’s sword

In June so long ago

Cold

The color fled your face when you first felt

The coffin close upon your cherished plans

Now settled in the dirt and you are left to carry on

This hardened autumn road

And I don’t know what happened next

Except that something in you died

And all the vibrant joy that used to fill your heart

Has turned into a dull commitment to survive

Soft

And silent is the stream the ripples round

The moss-wrought rocks that used to be your heart

But it’s drinking in the slow and steady flow

Of something real beyond your wildest hope

And I don’t know what happened next

Except that something came alive

And now a truer hope is coming up

And singing in your soul

And shining in your eyes

O Lord, You Are My Lord

O Lord You are my Lord

The highest good and first of my pursuits

My hopes and dreams

For other things

Are shallow empty trifles without you

And all the treasures that I’ve found in the world

The vie for the affections of my heart

Can never hope to satisfy

Apart from being filled by you my God

But still my heart desires

The thrill of sin’s intoxicating charm

Preserve my soul

Don’t let me go

Or sure will your beloved come to harm

For those who chase another god

Shall perish in their sorrows in the night

But the fellowship of your holy ones

Will fill me up with wonder and delight

And when I stop to think

That you were always there at my right hand

My flesh exults

My spirit soars

Rejoicing in the good that you have planned

For you make known to me the light of the world

And your presence there is overflowing joy

Pleasures deep and pure are found at your side

My portion and unmerited reward

My inheritance is Jesus Christ the Lord

Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my vision of Lord of my heart

Naught be all else to me save that thou art

Thou my best thought by day or by night

Waking or sleeping thy presence my light

Be thou my wisdom and thou my true word

I ever with thee and thou with me Lord

Thou my great Father and I thy true son

Thou in me dwelling and I with thee one

Riches I heed not nor man’s empty praise

Thou my inheritance now and always

Thou and thou only first in my heart

High king of Heaven my treasure thou art

High king of Heaven my victory won

May I reach heaven’s joys, O, bright heaven’s son

Heart of my own heart whatever befall

Still be my vision O ruler of all

Glory

In the first breath in the sunrise of the world

When all the splendor of the Universe unfurled

We woke up and saw that it was good just as God had said

Turns out waking up is a daring thing to do

With all this danger you are thrown into

And all the glory has a way it’s meant to be just as God has said

And now we are living in the wake

Of good undone and wrongful choices made

While all Creation is groaning in the fall

But still we long for glory

So we pursue her in every corner of the earth

At every shallow well we stoop to state our thirst

And so we covet all the beauty latent here

But it’s not enough

Or we just give up and we call it all a waste

“Transcendent glory is a childish thing to chase”

While we play pretend–that we’re less than what we are

But it doesn’t work

So here we are living in the wake

Of good undone and wrongful choices made

And all creation is groaning in the fall

Cause still we long for glory

But in the quiet in the corners of our hearts

There is a longing searching in the dark

Deep within us calling out to deep

As the psalmist said

Still we are living in the wake

Of good undone and wrongful choices made

While all creation is groaning in the fall

But still we long for glory

We still long for glory

This is my Father’s World

This is my Father’s world

And to my listening ears

All Nature sings and round me rings

The music of the spheres

This is my Fathers world

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas

His hand the wonders wrought

This is my Father’s world

The birds their carlos raise

The morning light, the lily white

Declare their Maker’s praise

This is my Father’s world

He shines in all that’s fair

In the rustling grass I hear him pass

He speaks to me ev’rywhere

This is my father’s world

Oh let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong

God is the Ruler yet

This is my Fathers world

The battle is not done

Jesus who died shall be satisfied

And Earth and Heav/n be one

Jesus who died shall be satisfied

And Earth and Heav’n be one