Ode to My Father

The Gates of Valor

The fullness of the Earth I see
Her people and her waters
A restful, joyous place to be
For all the Saints and Fathers.

O David, sing with harmony
Hell’s first to hear the calling
And Jacob lift your heads to see
Redemption from your falling

Who now will climb the hill with me
When winking lights shine brightly?
Whose soul is void of vanity
And wild fruit turned rightly?

Come live your promised loyalty
O seeking generation
The Everlasting Royalty
Accepts your veneration

Sing with Me

The Fountain of All Righteousness 
(aka The Fount of Every Blessing) 
by Robert Robinson and Others

COME, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love

To the remnant House of Jacob
To the Nations and the Jews
Shew the great things done to make up
All the fathers' glorious views
That they know all of the covenants
Made to see Thy stretched out hand
And be free! Through kind benev'lence
Of the Savior, Christ the Lamb

Thou gave mercy through thy servant
Joseph saw Thy glorious face
Showing Thou art so conversant
Giving all Thy warm embrace
We heard, "Reap with thy sharp sickle
The great harvest has begun"
Though they failed, were far from civil
Do Thy work and make us one

We have seen our ev'ry weakness
Ev'ry folly, ev'ry sin
Let our hearts be full of meekness
And return to Thee again
As we bless our adversaries
As we step Thy holy trail
Help us see what Thy Name carries
For Thy love will never fail

In a world so full of suff'ring
Grant our wish to show Thy love
We care not who may be sinning
Heal them, bless them from above
To change hearts through acts of mercy
Send Thy gifts, Oh God we pray
Give Thy light to us, though earthy
Let us bring Thy perfect day

As we cry our benediction
And conclude this mighty prayer
Heal us from our sore affliction
Make our eyes to Thee aware
Then with joy our hearts will open
Heaven's record will draw near
Let our Fathers' longing hope and
Zion's temple soon appear

The Last Cry

Jerusalem, thy chains are broken!
Israel hath served her term.
From the smoky waste is spoken:
“Rise thee up, oh Jacob’s worm!”

Ev’ry trench shall be exalted,
Ev’ry roof shall meet the floor.
O ye lost whose path hath halted—
Step ye through the prison door!

Who hath measured out the waters
In the hollow of His hand?
With the hearts turned to the fathers
Who hath heard the Lord’s command?

Patiently, through condemnation
They hath thirsted by the fire.
Turn about their resignation,
Give, o Lord, their heart’s desire!

Israel’s hopes will then be lengthened
As they mount with eagle’s wings.
Come, ye weak, with me be strengthened!
Redemption’s hymn forever sing!