As morning dawns and evenings fadesYou inspire songs of praiseThat rise from earth to touch Your heartAnd glorify Your name Your name, is a strong and mighty towerYour name, is a shelter like no otherYour name, let the nations sing it louder‘Cause nothing has the power to saveBut Your name Your namePaul Baloche
You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever. Psalm 31:11-12 NRSV
Yes, praise, that was the right answer.The men in the fiery furnace – hadn’t they sung from the depths too? And hadn’t the star risen again and again in all inner distress – looking up to God. Original Text: Ja, Lob, das war die rechte Antwort. Die Männer im Feuerofen – hatten die nicht auch …
When this poor lisping, stammering tongueLies silent in the grave,Then in a nobler, sweeter song,I’ll sing Thy power to save. There is a fountain filled with bloodWilliam Cowper
In a prison About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose. Acts 16:25-26 NIV
I know the title is obvious plagiarism from the air “The Trumpet Shall Sound” in Händel’s Messiah. The air is about the life after death, when the trumpet sound, the dead shall be raised, and we shall be changed, because in Christ shall all be made alive. Actually this writing is not about Händel’s Messiah. …