WORSHIP AND PRAISE 25 I Will Sing My Maker’s Praises Eph. 5: 19, 20 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 7. 7. 8. 7. 7. Sollt’ ich meinem Gott nicht singen Paul Gerhardt, 1659, cento Tr., composite Sollt’ ich meinem Gott Johann Schop, 1641 ing His so He most ful guard care loved joy in His with me rests lov Son Him be, well vides, eye; ian pro sing dear for sleep, I that so will my Mak He did my All 4 When 3 2 Yea, 1 I es me ful me, near need teem prais O’er He That And soul still He is is es er’s the streaks needs flames love the be of to ten quench bod morn ing y less der sky. sides. hell. me. For He Nor And and things en is bless He to I gifts that giv all the new of hath in Of me ful me my His es When Which From see cheer heed deem trac ings un re te can my and nance do fee ten His my could such coun pow’rs e’er sweet mind care more, not no ble der been can of than for bound God’s not love Were When O Noth not strength Spring else it my Thou ing tion, me, ing, Him Had When How With pro a less could tec vail bless move All Though In E’er bear find pour; seen try ef need end my my the who and tom out not to the His I raise bot strength had guide, me. Him. ing? tion. God depth more my my Thy er serve were doth my to forts He of Ev Of Doth Here love ceas fail flic af and not un aye. aye. aye. aye. for for for for A a a a a bides bides bides bides else men. have have but but but have have but things things things things All All All All else else else God’s God’s their God’s love love love love great great great great God’s day, day, day, day, their their their 5 As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors Find a tender, pard’ning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, Not in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 6 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father’s love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o’er, Praise and love Thee evermore.