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My heart and voice I raise Drukuj E-mail
1.     My heart and voice I raise,
              To spread Messiah's praise;
              Messiah's praise let all repeat;
              The universal Lord,
              By whose almighty word
              Creation rose in form complete.
       
       2.     A servant's form he wore,
              And in his body bore
              Our dreadful curse on Calvary:
              He like a victim stood,
              And poured his sacred blood,
              To set the guilty captives free.
       
       3.     But soon the Victor rose
              Triumphant o'er his foes,
              And led the vanquished host in chains:
              He threw their empire down,
              His foes compelled to own,
              O'er all the great Messiah reigns.
       
       4.     With mercy's mildest grace,
              He governs all our race
              In wisdom, righteousness, and love:
              Who to Messiah fly
              Shall find redemption nigh,
              And all his great salvation prove.
       
       5.     Hail, Saviour, Prince of peace!
              Thy kingdom shall increase,
              Till all the world thy glory see;
              And righteousness abound,
              As the great deep profound,
              And fill the earth with purity!
       
       6.     Jerusalem divine,
              When shall I call thee mine?
              And to thy holy hill attain,
              Where weary pilgrims rest,
              And in thy glories blest,
              With God Messiah ever reign?
       
       7.     There saints and angels join
              In fellowship divine,
              And rapture swells the solemn lay:
              While all with one accord
              Adore their glorious Lord,
              And shout his praise in endless day.
       
       8.     May I but find the grace
              To fill an humble place
              In that inheritance above;
              My tuneful voice I'll raise
              In songs of loudest praise,
              To spread thy fame, Redeeming Love!
       
       9.     Reign, true Messiah, reign!
              Thy kingdom shall remain
              When stars and sun no more shall shine;
              Mysterious Deity,
              Who ne'er began to be,
              To sound thy endless praise be mine!
 
To Thee, O mysterious, bodiless Force Drukuj E-mail
 1. To Thee, O mysterious, bodiless Force,
               O Power of the World, all-controlling,
          To Thee, source of Love and of Truth, and the source,
               Of Life in its endless unrolling,
                    Whom each may conceive in his way in his mind,
                    But the same in his heart, in his feelings, shall find,
               To Thee, the Creator, to Thee, holding sway,
          To Thee, now, we pray.

       2. We turn to Thee now with no creed of a state,
               With no dogmas to keep us apart;
          Blind zeal now is hushed, and fanatical hate;
               Now our faith is the faith of the heart.
                    With this truest faith, this unforced faith and free,
                    Which all feel alike, we are turning to Thee,
               We stand now, the sons of the whole human race,
          In Thy holy place.

       3. Thy creation was perfect and lovely, but men,
               Are divided, and war on each other;
          Now peoples rend peoples like beasts in a den,
               Now brother makes war on his brother;
                    Mysterious Power, whatever Thou art,
                    O hear now our prayer, our true prayer from the heart:
               O grant us Thy peace, O give peace once again
          To the children of men!

       4. We are sworn to strive on, we are sworn to the fight
               Till mankind is as one; O sustain us;
          O let us not fall, but be with us, O Might,
               Let no walls of division restrain us.
                    Mysterious Power, now bless our endeavour,
                    Now strengthen our ardour, and let us, for ever,
               Whoever attacks us, however they rave,
          Be steadfast and brave.

       5. We will hold our green banner on high now, unfurled,
               A symbol of goodness, and, blessed
          In our task by the Mystery ruling the world,
               We shall come to the end of our quest.
                    The walls that divide shall divide us no more;
                    They shall crack, they shall crash, they shall fall with a roar,
               And love then and truth shall, all walls overthrown,
          Come into their own.
 
Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing Drukuj E-mail
   1. Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing
      Lifting their feet like warhorses prancing
      Up to the sun the woodlarks go winging
      Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing
      Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.
 
   2. Down where the tree ferns grow by the river
      There where the waters sparkle and quiver
      Deep in the gullies bell-birds are chiming
      Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming
      Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.
 
   3. Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers
      Currawongs chant in wattle tree bowers
      In the blue ranges lorikeets calling
      Carols of bush birds rising and falling
      Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.
 
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