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Thousands O Lord of Hosts this day




Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day,
Around Thine altar meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.


They see Thy power and glory there,
As I have seen them too;
They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As I was wont to do.


They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung
In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.


I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to Thee;
Oh! hast not Thou a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?


The dew lies thick on all the ground;
Shall my poor fleece be dry?
The manna rains from heaven around;
Shall I of hunger die?


Behold Thy prisoner;--loose my bands,
If 'tis Thy gracious will:
If not,—contented in Thy hands,
Behold Thy prisoner still!


I may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate an house of prayer
In my surrender'd heart.


To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.


Oh! make Thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me,—and give me peace.


Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day,
Around Thine altar meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.


They see Thy power and glory there,
As I have seen them too;
They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As I was wont to do.


They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung
In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.


I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to Thee;
Oh! hast not Thou a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?


The dew lies thick on all the ground;
Shall my poor fleece be dry?
The manna rains from heaven around;
Shall I of hunger die?


Behold Thy prisoner;--loose my bands,
If 'tis Thy gracious will:
If not,—contented in Thy hands,
Behold Thy prisoner still!


I may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate an house of prayer
In my surrender'd heart.


To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.


Oh! make Thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me,—and give me peace.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
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      MUSIC
      Name: SAWLEY
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1860
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