His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of His face.O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight,
On Whom in affliction I call;
My Comfort by day,
And my Song in the night,
My Hope, my Salvation, my All?
Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or ‘lone in the wilderness rove?
O! why should I wander an alien from thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
Ye daughters of Zion, declare,
Have you seen the Star that on Israel shone?
Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been,
And where, with His flock, is He gone?
“What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair?
What excellent beauties hath He?
His charms and perfections be pleased to declare,
That we may embrace Him with thee.”
This is my Belovèd, His form is divine;
His vestments shed odor around;
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crowned.
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales,
On the banks of the streams
On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow;
His eyes are as quivers of beams.
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is
Heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
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His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
the air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow,
that waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
and bask in the smile of His face.
Love sits in his eyelids and scatters delight,
through all the bright regions on high.
Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight,
and tremble with fullness of joy.
He looks and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
and myriads wait for His word.
He speaks and eternity filled with His voice
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
He looks and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
and myriads wait for His word.
He speaks and eternity filled with His voice
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
~ Southern Folk Hymn
During these days of bright darkness
preparing for next week,
I am absorbed in all I am not,
my shortcomings and failings,
my temptation to deny self-denial,
my inability to see beyond my own troubles,
forgetting this is not all about me:
~neglecting to witness first hand
all that God through Christ is~
the beauty in His becoming man,
the joy of His joining up with us,
the love in His gracious sacrifice,
the full promise of His Word that breathes
life back into my dying soul~
and so it becomes all about me
not because of
what I’ve done,
or who I am,
but because of
who He is and was and will be,
loving us
no matter what.
His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of His face.O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight,
On Whom in affliction I call;
My Comfort by day,
And my Song in the night,
My Hope, my Salvation, my All?
Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or ‘lone in the wilderness rove?
O! why should I wander an alien from thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
Ye daughters of Zion, declare,
Have you seen the Star that on Israel shone?
Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been,
And where, with His flock, is He gone?
“What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair?
What excellent beauties hath He?
His charms and perfections be pleased to declare,
That we may embrace Him with thee.”
This is my Belovèd, His form is divine;
His vestments shed odor around;
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crowned.
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales,
On the banks of the streams
On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow;
His eyes are as quivers of beams.
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is
Heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
Read more at http://www.lyrster.com/lyrics/his-voice-as-the-sound-lyrics-mormon-tabernacle-choir.html#HhDxcEshh3JGXUG6.99
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