Page 126 - Voices in Praise

Chorus In my heart there rings a melody, There He helps the stranger in distress, The widow,
rings a melody and the fatherless, and grants the prisoner
With heaven's harmony; sweet release. 3/4

In my heart there rings a melody; There rings a Verse 4
melody of love. 2/3 I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Verse 3 Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
'Twill be my endless theme in glory,
With the angels I will sing; 'Twill be a song with My days of praise shall ne'er be Past,
glorious harmony, When the courts of heaven While life, and thought, and being last,
ring. Or immortality endures. 4/4
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Chorus In my heart there rings a melody, There 243 O happy day that fixed my
rings a melody choice
With heaven's harmony; Verse 1

In my heart there rings a melody; There rings a O happy day that fixed my choice on thee, my
melody of love. 3/3 Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing
HOME heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad.
242 I'll praise my maker while
Chorus Happy day! Happy day!
I've breath when Jesus washed my sins Away:
Verse 1 He taught me how to watch And pray,
I'll praise my maker while I've breath;
And when my voice is lost in death, And live rejoicing every day; Happy day! Happy
Praise shall employ my nobler powers : day!
When Jesus washed my sins Away. 1/5
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life,
and thought, and being last, or immortality Verse 2
endures. 1/4 O happy bond that seals my vows To him who
merits all my love ! Let cheerful anthems fill His
Verse 2 house, While to that sacred shrine I move.
Happy are they whose hopes rely
On Israel's God! He made the sky, Chorus Happy day! Happy day!
And earth, and sea, with all their train: when Jesus washed my sins Away:
He taught me how to watch And pray,
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed, And live rejoicing every day; Happy day! Happy
He feeds the poor, and none shall find day!
His promise vain. 2/4 When Jesus washed my sins Away. 2/5

Verse 3 Verse 3
The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; Tis done, the great transaction's
The Lord supports the fainting mind; Done ! I am my lord's, and he is mine; He drew
He sends the labouring conscience peace; me, and I followed on.
Charmed to confess the voice divine.

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