Handmaiden of the Lord, here am I writing
psalms of
praise and joy to Thee.
Hosanna to the Highest, every breath He
brings to
life His harvest of souls unto
the Father,
who’s will He performs.
Hymns of honor, hail His godly heritage
and ours as
beloved children of God.
our Elder Brother,
heart of the plan: to
bring the
worthy heirs back to their
Heavenly home.
Hens gather their chicks under their wings
to protect
them hovering, hiding them from
danger.
Christ’s example, His words, the
Holy One of
Israel came to earth with
healing in
His Wings.
Hope in Him and His gift of salvation
highlights that
hour when everything
changed for
the whole universe: for
all mankind.
Hinge point in history when He arose from
the tomb.
Every person shall rise on that
day of
judgement, the body and spirit,
rejoined to
be judged when the world’s
purpose is
accomplished.
Happiness and joy now reign as Christ has
restored His
church on earth again. Hail to
His name:
The Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter-day
Saints. His help to join families
healed,
back again to their heavenly home.
Hearken! Our High Priest, the Hand of the Lord,
We shall
wave white handkerchiefs, no longer
To hunger.
Ahhh, honey, in the desert,
Gathered by
Thy bee, Beverly.
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