Solemnes resuenen

	Solemnes resuenen Solemnes resuenen los férvidos cantos; Unámonos todos en voces de amor; Los ángeles puros, los fieles y santos, De Dios al Cordero tributen loor. CORO. Canciones de triunfo, canciones de triunfo Retumben solemnes al gran Salvador... (El coro finaliza con los dos últimos versos de la estrofa correspondiente.) ¡Es digno el Cordero! los justos exclaman; ¡Es digno el Cordero de eterno loor! Repiten constantes aquellos que le aman, Su sangre vertida, viendo; en su favor.. Postrados de hinojos, Jesús, te adoramos Pues nos rescataste de eterno dolor: La muerte sufriste porque no muramos; Dignísimo eres del más alto honor. Los cielos triunfantes, la tierra salvada, Su júbilo muestren; y al santo Señor El oro, el incienso, la mirra preciada Le ofrezcan con puro, con férvido amor.

	The Master hath come The Master hath come, and He calls us to follow The track of the footprints He leaves on our way; Far over the mountain and through the deep hollow, The path leads us on to the mansions of day: The Master hath called us, the children who fear Him, Who march 'neath Christ's banner, His own little band; We love Him and seek Him, we long to be near Him, And rest in the light of His beautiful land. The Master hath called us; the road may be dreary And dangers and sorrows are strewn on the track; But God's Holy Spirit shall comfort the weary; We follow the Savior and cannot turn back; The Master hath called us, though doubt and temptation May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing: "Press onward, look upward," through much tribulation; The children of Zion must follow the King. The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God: The Master hath called us, His sons and His daughters, We plead for His blessing and trust in His love; And through the green pastures, beside the still waters, He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.