Malachi 1

• [Mal 1:11] I Hear Ten Thousand Voices Singing

  I hear ten thousand voices singing, Their praises to the Lord on high; Far distant shores and hills are ringing With anthems of their nations’ joy. “Praise ye the Lord! for He has given To lands in darkness hid His light; As morning rays light up the heaven, His Word has chased away our night.” On China’s shores I hear His praises, From lips that once kissed idol stones; Soon as His banner He upraises, The Spirit moves the breathless bones— “Speed, speed! Thy Word o’er land and ocean; The Lord in triumph has gone forth; The nations hear with strange emotion, From East to West, from South to North.” The song has sounded o’er the waters, And India’s plains re-echo joy; Beneath the moon sit India’s daughters, Soft singing, as the wheel they ply— “Thanks to Thee, Lord! for hope of glory, For peace on earth to us revealed; Our cherished idols fell before Thee, Thy Spirit has our pardon sealed.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mal 1:12] My God, And Is Thy Table Spread

  My God, and is Thy table spread, And does Thy cup with love o’erflow? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of His flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heav’nly food! Why are its bounties all in vain Before unwilling hearts displayed? Was not for the Victim slain? Are we forbid the children’s bread? O let Thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes! Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared; With warm desire let all attend; Nor, when we leave our Father’s board, The pleasures or the profit end.

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  source: Cyberhymnal