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#38 - Warwick
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Composer:
Samuel Stanley (1767-1822), 1800
Also known as:
With Reverence Let the Saints Appear
Lord, In the Morning Thou Shalt Hear My Voice
Amazing Grace
1)
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Lyrics:
With reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands with reverence hear,
And tremble at His Word.
How terrible Thy glories be!
How bright Thine armies shine!
Where is the power that vies with Thee,
Or truth compared to Thine?
The northern pole and southern rest
On Thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at Thy command.
Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.
Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea, are Thine,
And the dark world of hell;
How did Thine arm in vengeance shine
When Egypt durst rebel!
Justice and judgment are Thy throne,
Yet wondrous is Thy grace;
While truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near Thy face.
Isaac Watts
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(1674-1748), 1719
Lyrics:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be forever mine.||
John Newton, 1772
1)
This is a different melody than the more common
New Britain
normally associated with these lyrics.
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