4 Souls of men! why will ye scat-ter Like a crowd of frighten'd sheep? Foolish hearts! why will ye wan-der From a love so true and deep? It is God: His love looks mighty, But is mightier than it seems; 'Tis our Father: and His fondness Goes far out beyond our dreams. A men. "Tis our Father: and His fond-ness Goes far out be- yond our dreams. A men. 3: 1 SOULS OULS of men! why will ye scatter 2 There's a wideness in God's mercy 3 There is grace enough for thousands There is room for fresh creations 4 But we make His love too narrow Frederick W. Faber, 1854, arr. Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, And ev'ry voice a song. A-men. 1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long: Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On Him the Spirit, largely poured, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 3 He comes, the prisoners to release The gates of brass before Him burst, 4 He comes, from the thick films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, And with the treasures of His grace 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, With Thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge, 1735, ANTIOCH C. M. Ascribed to G. F. Handel, 1742, by L. Mason, 1830. Joy to the world! the Lord is come: Let earth receive her King, Let ev'ry 年 1 A LL praise to Thee, eternal Lord, Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood, 2 Once did the skies before Thee bow; 3 A little child, Thou art our guest, That we may rise to heaven from earth. 4 Thou comest in the darksome night To make us in the realms divine Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. 5 All this for us Thy love hath done; For this we tune our cheerful lays, Martin Luther, 1524. tr. anon. Sabbath Hy. Bk. 1858 |