3 Texts on Ellecombe CMD

Jennette Threfall 1873:

Hosanna, loud hosanna the little children sang; through pillared court and temple the lovely anthem rang. To Jesus, who had blessed them, close folded to his breast, the children sang their praises, the simplest and the best. From Olivet they followed mid an exultant crowd, the victory palm branch waving, and chanting clear and loud. The Lord of earth and heaven rode on in lowly state, nor scorned that little children should on his bidding wait. "Hosanna in the highest!" That ancient song we sing, for Christ is our Redeemer,
the Lord of heaven, our King. O may we ever praise him with heart and life and voice, and in his blissful presence eternally rejoice.

Isaac Watts 1715:

We sing the mighty power of God that made the mountains rise, that spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies. We sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day; the moon shines full at God's command, and all the stars obey. We sing the goodness of our God that filled the earth with food; and formed us from the lowly sod and then pronounced us good. O how your wonders are displayed wherever we turn our eyes: if we survey the ground we tread or gaze upon the sky! There's not a plant or flower below but makes your glories known; and clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from your throne, while all that borrows life from you is ever in your care, and everywhere that we can be, you, God, are present there.

Henry Ware 1822:
All nature’s works God's praise declare, to whom they all belong; there is a voice in every star, in every breeze a song. Sweet music fills the world abroad with strains of love and power; the stormy sea sings praise to God, the thunder and the shower. To God the tribes of ocean cry, and birds upon the wing; To God the powers that dwell on high their tuneful tribute bring. Like them, let us the throne surround, with them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftier sound assist our feeble praise. Great God, to Thee we consecrate our voices and our skill; We bid the pealing organ wait to speak alone Thy will. Lord, while the music round us floats may earth born passions die; O grant its rich and swelling notes may lift our souls on high!