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You are purchasing high quality sheet music PDF files suitable for printing or viewing on digital devices.Silver Hill - Hymn tune. The melody originated with a brass band player - Alan Jackson - and was harmonised by Clement Hill of Whitworth, near Rochdale, England.
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men, From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good, To them that find Thee all in all.
We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the Foun¬tainhead, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.
Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Wherever our changeful lot is cast; Glad when Thy gracious smile we see, Blessed when our faith can hold Thee fast.
O Jesus, ever with us stay, Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed over the world Thy holy light.
Sweet is the work, my God, my king, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing, To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David’s harp of solemn sound!
My heart shall triumph in my Lord And bless His works, and bless His Word. Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep Thy counsels, how divine!
Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.
But I shall share a glorious part, When grace has well refined my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.
Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired and wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
And then what triumphs shall I raise To Thy dear name through endless days, For in the realms of joy I’ll see Thy face in full felicity.