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Sabbath Day

 

Saints, Behold How Great Jehovah

 

Savior, Redeemer of My Soul

 

Scatter Sunshine

 

School Thy Feelings

 

Secret Prayer

 

See, the Mighty Angel Flying

 

See the Mighty Priesthood Gathered

 

Should You Feel Inclined to Censure

 

 

Silent Night

 

Sing Praise to Him

 

Sing We Now at Parting

 

Softly Beams the Sacred Dawning

 

Softly Now the Light of Day

 

Sons of Michael, He Approaches

 

Sweet Hour of Prayer

 

Sweet Is the Peace the Gospel Brings

 

Sweet Is the Work

 

 

Sabbath Day, 148 - Lynn R. Carson and Paul L. Anderson

 

1.  In sweet remembrance of thy Son, We gather in thy house as one
To join in prayer, to sing thy praise, To worship thee and learn thy ways.
Father, on this the Sabbath day, Be with us gathered here, we pray.

 

2.  And may our thoughts still turn to thee, With loved ones, friends, and family.
In all we do till day is gone, May worship still continue on.
Father, on this the Sabbath day, Be with us in our hearts, we pray.

 

3.  Help each to seek a quiet hour To read thy word and feel thy pow'r,
To hear thy voice, though small and still, Renew our strength to do thy will.
Father, on this the Sabbath day, Be with us in our hearts, we pray.

 

 

Saints, Behold How Great Jehovah, 28 - Douglas W. Stott

 

1.  Saints, behold how great Jehovah Hath his blessings on you shed.
Zion ev'ry where is growing As the gospel light is spread!

 

2.  Out of all past dispensations, God is bringing into one
Ev'ry truth by prophets spoken, For the last days have begun.

 

3.  Rise and lift up Zion's standard; Tell our Father's children now:
Heaven's blessed King approaches; All men must before him bow.

 

 

Savior, Redeemer of My Soul, 112 - Orson F. Whitney

 

  1. Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole,
    Whose wondrous pow'r hath raised me up And filled with sweet my bitter cup!
    What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel.

 

  1. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word,
    Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream by night?
    Then let my lips proclaim it still, And all my life reflect thy will.

 

  1. O'errule mine acts to serve thine ends. Change frowning foes to smiling friends.
    Chasten my soul till I shall be In perfect harmony with thee.
    Make me more worthy of thy love, And fit me for the life above.

 

 

Scatter Sunshine, 230 - Lanta Wilson Smith

 

1.  In a world where sorrow Ever will be known, Where are found the needy And the sad and lone,
How much joy and comfort You can all bestow, If you scatter sunshine Ev'rywhere you go.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.

 

2.  Slightest actions often Meet the sorest needs, For the world wants daily Little kindly deeds
Oh, what care and sorrow You may help remove, With your songs and courage, Sympathy and love.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.

 

3.  When the days are gloomy, Sing some happy song; Meet the world's repining With a courage strong.
Go with faith undaunted Thru the ills of life; Scatter smiles and sunshine O'er its toil and strife.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.
Scatter sunshine all along your way. Cheer and bless and brighten Ev'ry passing day.

 

 

School Thy Feelings (Men), 336 - Charles W. Penrose

 

  1. School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.
    School thy feelings; there is power In the cool, collected mind.
    Passion shatters reason's tower, Makes the clearest vision blind.
    School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.

 

  1. School thy feelings; condemnation Never pass on friend or foe,
    Though the tide of accusation Like a flood of truth may flow.
    Hear defense before deciding, And a ray of light may gleam,
    Showing thee what filth is hiding Underneath the shallow stream.
    School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.

 

  1. Should affliction's acrid vial Burst o'er thy unsheltered head,
    School thy feelings to the trial; Half its bitterness hath fled.
    Art thou falsely, basely, slandered? Does the world begin to frown?
    Gauge thy wrath by wisdom's standard; Keep thy rising anger down.
    School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.

 

  1. Rest thyself on this assurance: Time's a friend to innocence,
    And the patient, calm endurance Wins respect and aids defense.
    Noblest minds have finest feelings; Quiv'ring strings a breath can move;
    And the gospel's sweet revealings Tune them with the key of love.
    School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.

 

  1. Hearts so sensitively molded Strongly fortified should be,
    Trained to firmness and enfolded In a calm tranquility.
    Wound not willfully another; Conquer haste with reason's might;
    School thy feelings, sister, brother; Train them in the path of right.
    School thy feelings, O my brother; Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
    Do not its emotions smother, But let wisdom's voice control.

 

 

Secret Prayer, 144 - Hans Henry Petersen

 

  1. There is an hour of peace and rest, Unmarred by earthly care;
    'Tis when before the Lord I go, And kneel in secret prayer.
    May my heart be turned to pray, Pray in secret day by day,
    That this boon to mortals giv'n May unite my soul with heav'n.

 

  1. The straight and narrow way to heav'n, Where angels bright and fair
    Are singing to God's praise, is found Thru constant secret prayer.
    May my heart be turned to pray, Pray in secret day by day,
    That this boon to mortals giv'n May unite my soul with heav'n.

 

  1. When sailing on life's stormy sea, 'Mid billows of despair,
    'Tis solace to my soul to know God hears my secret prayer.
    May my heart be turned to pray, Pray in secret day by day,
    That this boon to mortals giv'n May unite my soul with heav'n.

 

  1. When thorns are strewn along my path, And foes my feet ensnare,
    My Savior to my aid will come, If sought in secret prayer.
    May my heart be turned to pray, Pray in secret day by day,
    That this boon to mortals giv'n May unite my soul with heav'n.

 

 

See, the Mighty Angel Flying (Men), 330 - Robert B. Thompson

 

  1. See, the mighty angel flying; See, he speeds his way to earth
    To proclaim the blessed gospel And restore the ancient faith, And restore, and restore the ancient faith.

 

  1. Hear, O men, the proclamation; Cease from vanity and strife.
    Hasten to receive the gospel And obey the words of life, And obey, and obey the words of life.

 

  1. Soon the earth will hear the warning; Then the judgments will descend!
    Oh, before the days of sorrow, Make the Lord of Hosts your friend! Make the Lord, make the Lord of Hosts your friend!

 

  1. Then when dangers are around you And the wicked are distressed,
    You, with all the Saints of Zion, Shall enjoy eternal rest, Shall enjoy, shall enjoy eternal rest.

 

 

See the Mighty Priesthood Gathered (Men's Choir), 325 - Jean L. Kaberry

 

  1. See the mighty priesthood gathered; Firm in serried ranks they stand--
    Son and father jointly serving, Gathered in from ev'ry land.
    Proud their voices blend together, Raising hymns to Father's praise,
    Sending forth the gospel message As restored in latter days.

 

  1. As to Seth his father, Adam, Pow'rful precepts did impart,
    Humbly each receives the message Spoken from a prophet's heart.
    Line on line, truth is revealed, Till all darkness flees away
    In the face of perfect knowledge, Where celestial laws hold sway.

 

  1. Come, ye sons, and walk uprightly, As your noble fathers trod--
    Bearers of the Savior's priesthood, Holding firm the iron rod--
    Till Satan's pow'rs are vanquished, Bound in chains he conquered lies,
    And our glorious hallelujahs Loudly sound across the skies,
    And our glorious hallelujahs Loudly sound, loudly sound across the skies.

 

 

Should You Feel Inclined to Censure, 235 - Anonymous

 

  1. Should you feel inclined to censure Faults you may in others view,
    Ask your own heart, ere you venture, If you have not failings, too.
    Let not friendly vows be broken; Rather strive a friend to gain.
    Many words in anger spoken Find their passage home again.

 

  1. Do not, then, in idle pleasure Trifle with a brother's fame;
    Guard it as a valued treasure, Sacred as your own good name.
    Do not form opinions blindly; Hastiness to trouble tends;
    Those of whom we thought unkindly Oft become our warmest friends.

 

 

Silent Night, 204 - Joseph Mohr, trans. by John F. Young

 

  1. Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright
    Round yon virgin mother and Child. Holy Infant, so tender and mild,
    Sleep in heavenly peace; Sleep in heavenly peace.

 

  1. Silent night! Holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight!
    Glories stream from heaven afar; Heav'nly hosts sing Alleluia!
    Christ, the Savior, is born! Christ, the Savior, is born!

 

  1. Silent night! Holy night! Son of God, love's pure light
    Radiant beams from thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace,
    Jesus, Lord, at thy birth; Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

 

 

Sing Praise to Him, 70 - Johann J. Schütz, trans. by Frances Elizabeth Cox

 

  1. Sing praise to him who reigns above, The Lord of all creation,
    The source of pow'r, the fount of love, The rock of our salvation.
    With healing balm my soul he fills And ev'ry faithless murmur stills. To him all praise and glory!

 

  1. What his almighty pow'r hath made His gracious mercy keepeth.
    By morning glow or evening shade His watchful eye ne'er sleepeth.
    Within the kingdom of his might, Lo! all is just and all is right. To him all praise and glory!

 

  1. The Lord is never far away, But, thru all grief distressing,
    An ever-present help and stay, Our peace and joy and blessing.
    As with a mother's tender hand, He leads his own, his chosen band. To him all praise and glory.

 

  1. Thus, all my toilsome way along, I sing aloud thy praises,
    That men may hear the grateful song My voice unwearied raises.
    Be joyful in the Lord, my heart! Both soul and body bear your part. To him all praise and glory.

 

 

Sing We Now at Parting, 156 - George Manwaring

 

  1. Sing we now at parting One more strain of praise. To our Heav'nly Father Sweetest songs we'll raise.
    For his loving kindness, For his tender care, Let our songs of gladness Fill this Sabbath air.

 

  1. Praise him for his mercy; Praise him for his love. For unnumbered blessings Praise the Lord above.
    Let our happy voices Still the notes prolong. One alone is worthy Of our sweetest song.

 

  1. Jesus, our Redeemer, Now out praises hear. While we bow before thee, Lend a list'ning ear.
    Save us, Lord, from error. Watch us day by day. Help us now to serve thee In a pleasing way.

 

 

Softly Beams the Sacred Dawning, 56 - John Jaques

 

  1. Softly beams the sacred dawning Of the great millennial morn,
    And to Saints gives welcome warning That the day is hast'ning on, That the day is hast'ning on.

 

  1. Splendid, rising o'er the mountains, Glowing with celestial cheer,
    Streaming from eternal fountains, Rays of living light appear, Rays of living light appear.

 

  1. Swiftly flee the clouds of darkness; Speedily the mists retire;
    Nature's universal blackness I consumed by heav'nly fire, In consumed by heav'nly fire.

 

  1. Yea, the fair sabbatic era, When the world will be at rest,
    Rapidly is drawing nearer; Then all Israel will be blest, Then all Israel will be blest.

 

 

Softly Now the Light of Day, 160 - George W. Doane

 

Softly now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away.
Free from care, from labor free,

Lord, I would commune with thee.

 

 

Sons of Michael, He Approaches, 51 - Elias L. T. Harrison

 

  1. Sons of Michael, he approaches! Rise, the ancient father greet.
    Bow, ye thousands, low before him; Minister before his feet.
    Hail the patriarch's glad reign, Spreading over sea and main.

 

  1. Sons of Michael, 'tis his chariot Rolls its burning wheels along!
    Raise aloft your voices million In a torrent pow'r of song.
    Hail our head with music soft! Raise sweet melodies aloft!

 

  1. Mother of our generations, Glorious by great Michael's side,
    Take thy children's adoration; Endless with thy seed abide.
    Lo! to greet thee now advance Thousands in the glorious dance!

 

  1. Raise a chorus, sons of Michael, Like old ocean's roaring swell,
    Till the mighty acclamation Thru rebounding space doth tell
    That the ancient one doth reign In his Father's house again!

 

 

Sweet Hour of Prayer, 142 - Attr. to William W. Walford

 

  1. Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care
    And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known.
    In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief
    And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
    And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

 

  1. Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear
    To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless.
    And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace,
    I'll cast on him my ev'ry care. And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
    I'll cast on him my ev'ry care. And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

 

 

Sweet Is the Peace the Gospel Brings, 14 - Mary Ann Morton

 

  1. Sweet is the peace the gospel brings To seeking minds and true.
    With light refulgent on its wings It clears the human view.

 

  1. Its laws and precepts are divine And show a Father's care.
    Transcendent love and mercy shine In each injunction there.

 

  1. Faithless tradition flees its pow'r, And unbelief gives way.
    The gloomy clouds, which used to low'r, Submit to reason's sway.

 

  1. May we who know the sacred Name From every sin depart.
    Then will the Spirit's constant flame Preserve us pure in heart.

 

  1. Ere long the tempter's power will cease, And sin no more annoy,
    No wrangling sects disturb our peace, Or mar our heartfelt joy.

 

  1. That which we have in part received Will be in part no more,
    For he in whom we all believe To us will all restore.

 

  1. In patience, then, let us possess Our souls till he appear.
    On to our mark of calling press; Redemption draweth near.

 

 

  Sweet Is the Work, 147 - Isaac Watts

 

  1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing.
    To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truths at night.

 

  1. Sweet is the day of sacred rest. No mortal care shall seize my breast.
    Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound!

 

  1. My heart shall triumph in my Lord And bless his works and bless his word.
    Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels, how divine!

 

  1. But, oh, what triumph shall I raise To thy dear name through endless days,
    When in the realms of joy I see Thy face in full felicity

 

  1. Sin, my worst enemy before, Shall vex my eyes and ears no more.
    My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.

 

  1. Then shall I see and hear and know All I desired and wished below,
    And every pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.

 

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