Three Songs of Praise

Song Cycle by George Dyson (1883 - 1964)

Word count: 344

1. Praise [sung text checked 1 time]

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

The heavens are not too high,
His praise may thither fly:
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

The church with Psalms must shout.
No door can keep them out:
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part.

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

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2. Lauds [sung text checked 1 time]

Ye that have spent the silent night
In sleep and quiet rest,
And joy to see the (cheerful) light
That riseth in the east;
Now lift your hearts, your voices raise,
Your morning tribute bring,
And pay a grateful song of praise
To Heaven's Almighty King

For as this gloomy night did last
But for a little space;
As heavenly day, (now night is past),
Doth show his pleasant face;
So let us hope, when faith and love
Their work on earth have done,
God's blessed face to see above,
Heaven's better, brighter sun.

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3. A poet's hymn  [sung text checked 1 time]

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather proof.
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts to keep
Me while I sleep.
Low is my porch, as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by the poor
Who thither come and freely get
Good words or meat.
Like as my parlour, so my hall

And kitchen's small
little buttery, and therein
A little bin,
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipp'd, unsped.
Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit
And glow like it.
All these and better thou dost send
Me to this end,
That I should render for my part
A thankful heart;
Which, fired by incense, I resign,
Wholly Thine,
But the acceptance must be,
My Christ, by Thee.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]