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Master, the Tempest Is Raging

 

Men Are That They Might Have Joy

 

More Holiness Give Me

 

My Country, 'Tis of Thee

 

My Redeemer Lives

 

 

Master, the Tempest Is Raging, 105 - Mary Ann Baker

 

  1. Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high!
    The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness. No shelter or help is nigh.
    Carest thou not that we perish? How canst thou lie asleep
    When each moment so madly is threat'ning A grave in the angry deep?
    The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still.
    Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be,
    No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still; peace, be still.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, be still.

 

  1. Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today.
    The depths of my sad heart are troubled. Oh, waken and save, I pray!
    Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o'er my sinking soul,
    And I perish! I perish! dear Master. Oh, hasten and take control!
    The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still.
    Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be,
    No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still; peace, be still.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, be still.

 

  1. Master, the terror is over. The elements sweetly rest.
    Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven's within my breast.
    Linger, O blessed Redeemer! Leave me alone no more,
    And with joy I shall make the blest harbor And rest on the blissful shore.
    The winds and the waves shall obey thy will: Peace, be still.
    Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be,
    No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, be still; peace, be still.
    They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, be still.

 

 

Men Are That They Might Have Joy, 275 - Marinus Jensen

 

  1. A voice hath spoken from the dust, Its message pure, without alloy,
    Of treasured hope and sacred trust: Oh, "men are that they might have joy."

 

  1. Should sorrow come, we'll not despair, For He would not that men should pine.
    The grief that comes we'll learn to bear Until again the sun doth shine.

 

  1. Before the lord, then, humbly go. His message will our spirits buoy.
    On us his blessings he'll bestow, For "men are that they might have joy."

 

 

More Holiness Give Me, 131 - Philip Paul Bliss

 

  1. More holiness give me, More strivings within,
    More patience in suff'ring, More sorrow for sin,
    More faith in my Savior, More sense of his care,
    More joy in his service, More purpose in prayer.

 

  1. More gratitude give me, More trust in the Lord,
    More pride in his glory, More hope in his word,
    More tears for his sorrows, More pain at his grief,
    More meekness in trial, More praise for relief.

 

  1. More purity give me, More strength to o'ercome,
    More freedom from earthstains, More longing for home.
    More fit for the kingdom, More used would I be,
    More blessed and holy--More, Savior, like thee.

 

 

My Country, 'Tis of Thee, 339 - Samuel F. Smith

 

  1. My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing;
    Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride,
    From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring!

 

  1. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love;
    I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills.
    My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.

 

  1. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song;
    Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake;
    Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

 

  1. Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing;
    Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light.
    Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King!

 

 

America

http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/america.html

by Rev. Samuel F. Smith

 

1.  My country, 'tis of Thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.

 

2.  My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

 

3.  Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

 

4.  Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of Liberty,
To thee we sing,
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King.

 

 

 

 

 

5.  Our glorious Land to-day,
'Neath Education's sway,
Soars upward still.
Its hills of learning fair,
Whose bounties all may share,
Behold them everywhere
On vale and hill!

 

6.  Thy safeguard, Liberty,
The school shall ever be,
Our Nation's pride!
No tyrant hand shall smite,
While with encircling might
All here are taught the Right
With Truth allied.

 

7.  Beneath Heaven's gracious will
The stars of progress still
Our course do sway;
In unity sublime
To broader heights we climb,
Triumphant over Time,
God speeds our way!

 

8.  Grand birthright of our sires,
Our altars and our fires
Keep we still pure!
Our starry flag unfurled,
The hope of all the world,
In peace and light impearled,
God hold secure!

 

 

 My Redeemer Lives, 135 - Gordon B. Hinckley

 

1. I know that my Redeemer lives, Triumphant Savior, Son of God,
Victorious over pain and death, My King, my Leader, and my Lord.

 

2.  He lives, my one sure rock of faith, The one bright hope of men on earth,
The beacon to a better way, The light beyond the veil of death.

 

3. Oh, give me thy sweet Spirit still, The peace that comes alone from thee,
The faith to walk the lonely road That leads to thine eternity

 

 

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