Hymn 71 — Hark, the solemn strains uprising!
| 71 | J. REVELL (d. 1900) | 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7. |
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Hark, the solemn strains uprising! Sweetly swells the note of praise, From the chamber where the Saviour Leads His own the voice to raise. On the night of His rejection All is darkness, deep'ning gloom, As the Son of man goes onward To the cross, to death and tomb. | |
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Hark, the gentle strains uprising: Softly swells the note of praise; All His anguish we remember As to Him the voice we raise. All our guilt was laid upon Him -- On God's own beloved Son; All the waves and billows pouring O'er His head, He cried, 'Tis done! | |
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Hark, the gladsome song uprising; Louder swells the note of praise; Lord, we hail Thee as the Victor While to Thee the voice we raise. Thou whom men cast out, rejected, Sittest crowned upon God's throne; Yea, Amen! Thou, Lord, art worthy! This we gladly, fully own. | |
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Hark, the mighty song uprising! Loudly swells the note of praise! Heav'n and earth shall soon adore Thee, All to Thee their voices raise. Thou hast loved us, Thou hast washed us In Thy blood from every stain; Raise we then the joyful chorus -- Worthy is the Lamb once slain! | |