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| − | No. 1: "Praise To The Lord, The Almighty."
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| − | Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
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| − | O my soul, praise him for he is thy health and salvation!
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| − | All ye who hear, now to his temple draw near,
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| − | Join me in glad adoration.
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| − | Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,
| + | [[No. 1:]] "Praise To The Lord, The Almighty."<br> |
| − | Shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
| + | [[No. 4:]] "Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing."<br> |
| − | Hast thou not seen how thy desires e'er have been
| + | [[No. 11:]] "O, Worship The King."<br> |
| − | Granted in what he ordaineth?
| + | [[No. 13:]] "Oh! For A Thousand Tongues To Sing."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 15:]] "O! Day Of Rest And Gladness."<br> |
| − | Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee!
| + | [[No. 16:]] "Safely Through Another Week."<br> |
| − | Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee.
| + | [[No. 19:]] "Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord."<br> |
| − | How oft in grief hath not he brought thee relief,
| + | [[No. 26:]] "Lord, Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing."<br> |
| − | Spreading his wings to o'ershade thee!
| + | [[No. 27:]] "Holy, Holy, Holy."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 28:]] "All Glory Be To Thee Most High."<br> |
| − | Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore him! | + | [[No. 30:]] "Round The Lord In Glory Seated."<br> |
| − | All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him.
| + | [[No. 39:]] "The Heavens Declare Thy Glory."<br> |
| − | Let the Amen sound from his people again;
| + | [[No. 41:]] "The Spacious Firmament On High."<br> |
| − | Gladly for aye we adore him.
| + | [[No. 57:]] "O Come, O Come, Immanuel."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 59:]] "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing."<br> |
| − | No. 4: "Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing." | + | [[No. 68:]] "All My Heart This Night Rejoices."<br> |
| − | Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
| + | [[No. 74:]] "Alas, And Did My Saviour Bleed?"<br> |
| − | Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
| + | [[No. 75:]] "Beneath The Cross Of Jesus."<br> |
| − | Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
| + | [[No. 76:]] "In the Cross Of Christ I Glory."<br> |
| − | Call for songs of loudest praise.
| + | [[No. 77:]] "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross."<br> |
| − | Teach me some melodious sonnet,
| + | [[No. 82:]] "Christ The Lord Is Risen Today."<br> |
| − | Sung by flaming tongues above;
| + | [[No. 84:]] "The Strife Is O'er, The Battle Done."<br> |
| − | Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it--
| + | [[No. 106:]] "Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned."<br> |
| − | Mount of Thy redeeming love.
| + | [[No. 112:]] "Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee."<br> |
| − | Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
| + | [[No. 126:]] " 'Tis Not That I Did Choose Thee."<br> |
| − | Hither by Thy help I'm come;
| + | [[No. 136:]] "Amazing Grace, How Sweet The Sound."<br> |
| − | And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
| + | [[No. 137:]] "Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me."<br> |
| − | Safely to arrive at home.
| + | [[No. 140:]] "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood."<br> |
| − | Jesus sought me when a stranger,
| + | [[No. 145:]] "Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken."<br> |
| − | Wand'ring from the fold of God;
| + | [[No. 146:]] "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord."<br> |
| − | He, to rescue me from danger,
| + | [[No. 151:]] "O Word of God Incarnate"<br> |
| − | Interposed His precious blood.
| + | [[No. 156:]] "How Firm A Foundation."<br> |
| − | O to grace how great a debtor
| + | [[No. 157:]] "The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word."<br> |
| − | Daily I'm constrained to be!
| + | [[No. 167:]] "Jesus Shall Reign."<br> |
| − | Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
| + | [[No. 168:]] "From Greenland's Icy Mountains."<br> |
| − | Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:
| + | [[No. 214:]] "With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh."<br> |
| − | Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
| + | [[No. 219:]] "My Sins, My Sins, My Saviour."<br> |
| − | Prone to leave the God I love.
| + | [[No. 238:]] "My Faith Looks Up To Thee."<br> |
| − | Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
| + | [[No. 245:]] "Jesus, Lover Of My Soul."<br> |
| − | Seal it for Thy courts above.
| + | [[No. 268:]] "O Jesus, Joy Of Loving Hearts."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 291:]] "My Jesus, As Thou Wilt."<br> |
| − | No. 11: "O, Worship The King." | + | [[No. 309:]] "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."<br> |
| − | O worship the King, all glorious above,
| + | [[No. 336:]] "The Sands Of Time Are Sinking."<br> |
| − | O gratefully sing His power and His love;
| + | [[No. 382:]] "Once In Royal David's City."<br> |
| − | Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
| + | [[No. 412:]] "Our God, Our Help In Ages Past."<br> |
| − | Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
| + | [[No. 414:]] "God Moves In A Mysterious Way."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 415:]] "As The Hart When Noon Is Burning."<br> |
| − | O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
| + | [[No. 417:]] "Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn."<br> |
| − | Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space,
| + | [[No. 418:]]"From Heaven Above To Earth I Come."<br> |
| − | His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
| + | [[No. 419:]]"O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High."<br> |
| − | And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
| + | [[No. 420:]] "O Sacred Head Now Wounded."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 421:]] "Lord, Thy Death And Passion Give,"<br> |
| − | The earth with its store of wonders untold,
| + | [[No. 423:]] "Praise The Saviour Now And Ever."<br> |
| − | Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
| + | [[No. 424:]] "Jesus Sinners Doth Receive."<br> |
| − | Established it fast by a changeless decree,
| + | [[No. 437:]] "Our Father, Thou In Heaven Above."<br> |
| − | And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
| + | [[No. 440:]] "Comfort, Comfort Ye My People."<br> |
| − | | + | [[No. 443:]] "Now Thank We All Our God."<br> |
| − | Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
| + | [[No. 445:]] "All Glory Be To God On High."<br> |
| − | It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
| + | [[No. 446:]] "Now Let Every Tongue Adore Thee."<br> |
| − | It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
| + | [[No. 448:]] "O Bless Our God With One Accord."<br> |
| − | And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
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| − | Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
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| − | In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
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| − | Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
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| − | Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
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| − | O measureless might! Ineffable love!
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| − | While angels delight to worship Thee above,
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| − | The humbler creation, though feeble their ways,
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| − | With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise.
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| − | No. 13: "Oh! For A Thousand Tongues To Sing." | + | |
| − | O for a thousand tongues to sing
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| − | My great Redeemer's praise,
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| − | The glories of my God and King,
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| − | The triumphs of his grace.
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| − | My gracious Master and my God,
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| − | Assist me to proclaim,
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| − | To spread through all the earth abroad,
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| − | The honors of thy Name.
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| − | Jesus, the Name that charms our fears,
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| − | That bids our sorrows cease;
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| − | 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
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| − | 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
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| − | He breaks the power of reigning sin,
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| − | He sets the pris'ner free;
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| − | His blood can make the foulest clean,
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| − | His blood availed for me.
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| − | He speaks and, listening to his voice,
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| − | New life the dead receive;
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| − | The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
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| − | The humble poor believe.
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| − | No. 15: "O! Day Of Rest And Gladness." | + | |
| − | O day of rest and gladness,
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| − | O day of joy and light,
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| − | O balm of care and sadness,
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| − | Most beautiful, most bright;
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| − | On thee the high and lowly,
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| − | Through ages joined in tune,
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| − | Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
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| − | To the great God Triune,
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| − | On thee, at the creation,
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| − | The light first had its birth;
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| − | On thee, for our salvation,
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| − | Christ rose from depths of earth;
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| − | On thee our Lord, victorious,
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| − | The Spirit sent from heav'n;
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| − | And thus on thee, most glorious,
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| − | A triple light was giv'n.
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| − | Thou art a port protected
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| − | From storms that round us rise;
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| − | A garden intersected
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| − | With streams of Paradise;
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| − | Thou art a cooling fountain
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| − | In life's dry, dreary sand;
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| − | From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
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| − | We view the promised land.
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| − | Today on weary nations
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| − | The heav'nly manna falls;
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| − | To holy convocations
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| − | The silver trumpet calls,
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| − | Where gospel light is glowing
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| − | With pure and radiant beams,
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| − | And living water flowing
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| − | With soul-refreshing streams.
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| − | New graces ever gaining
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| − | From this our day of rest,
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| − | We reach the rest remaining
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| − | To spirits of the blest.
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| − | To Holy Ghost be praises,
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| − | To Father and to Son;
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| − | The church her voice upraises
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| − | To thee, blest Three in One.
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| − | No. 16: "Safely Through Another Week." | + | |
| − | Safely through another week
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| − | God has brought us on our way;
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| − | Let us now a blessing seek,
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| − | Waiting in his courts today;
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| − | Day of all the week the best,
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| − | Emblem of eternal rest.
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| − | While we pray for pard'ning grace,
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| − | Through the dear Redeemer's Name,
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| − | Show thy reconciled face;
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| − | Take away our sin and shame;
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| − | From our worldly cares set free,
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| − | May we rest this day in thee.
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| − | Here we come thy Name to praise,
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| − | Let us feel thy presence near;
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| − | May thy glory meet our eyes,
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| − | While we in thy house appear:
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| − | Here afford us, Lord, a taste
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| − | Of our everlasting feast.
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| − | May thy gospel's joyful sound
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| − | Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
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| − | May the fruits of grace abound,
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| − | Bring relief for all complaints:
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| − | Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
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| − | Till we join the church above.
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| − | No. 19: "Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord." | + | |
| − | Thee we adore, eternal Lord!
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| − | We praise thy name with one accord.
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| − | Thy saints, who here thy goodness see,
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| − | Through all the world do worship thee.
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| − | To thee aloud all angels cry,
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| − | The heavens and all the pow'rs on high:
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| − | Thee, holy, holy, holy king,
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| − | Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.
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| − | Apostles join the glorious throng,
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| − | And prophets swell th'immortal song;
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| − | Thy martyrs' noble army raise
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| − | Eternal anthems to thy praise.
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| − | From day to day, O Lord, do we
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| − | Exalt and highly honor thee!
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| − | Thy name we worship and adore,
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| − | World without end, for evermore.
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| − | No. 26: "Lord, Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing." | + | |
| − | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing;
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| − | Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
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| − | Let us each, thy love possessing,
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| − | Triumph in redeeming grace:
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| − | O refresh us, O refresh us,
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| − | Traveling through this wilderness.
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| − | Thanks we give and adoration
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| − | For thy gospel's joyful sound:
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| − | May the fruits of thy salvation
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| − | In our hearts and lives abound:
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| − | Ever faithful, ever faithful,
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| − | To the truth may we be found.
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| − | So that when thy love shall call us,
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| − | Saviour, from the world away,
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| − | Let no fear of death appall us,
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| − | Glad thy summons to obey:
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| − | May we ever, may we ever,
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| − | Reign with thee in endless day.
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| − | No. 27: "Holy, Holy, Holy." | + | |
| − | Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
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| − | Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,
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| − | God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee,
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| − | casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
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| − | cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
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| − | which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,
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| − | though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,
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| − | only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,
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| − | perfect in power, in love and purity.
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
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| − | All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea.
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| − | Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,
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| − | God in three persons, blessed Trinity.
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| − | No. 28: "All Glory Be To Thee Most High."
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| − | All glory be to thee, Most High,
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| − | To thee all adoration;
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| − | In grace and truth thou drawest nigh
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| − | To offer us salvation;
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| − | Thou showest thy good will to men,
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| − | And peace shall reign on earth again;
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| − | We praise thy Name for ever.
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| − | We praise, we worship thee, we trust,
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| − | And give thee thanks for ever,
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| − | O Father, for thy rule is just
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| − | And wise, and changes never;
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| − | Thy hand almighty o'er us reigns,
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| − | Thou doest what thy will ordains;
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| − | 'Tis well for us thou rulest.
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| − | O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord,
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| − | Son of the Heavenly Father,
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| − | O thou who hast our peace restored,
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| − | The straying sheep dost gather,
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| − | Thou Lamb of God, to thee on high
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| − | Out of the depths we sinners cry:
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| − | Have mercy on us, Jesus!
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| − | O Holy Spirit, precious gift,
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| − | Thou Comforter unfailing,
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| − | From Satan's snares our souls uplift,
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| − | And let thy power, availing,
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| − | Avert our woes and calm our dread.
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| − | For us the Saviour's blood was shed;
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| − | We trust in thee to save us.
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| − | No. 30: "Round The Lord In Glory Seated." | + | |
| − | Round the Lord in glory seated,
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| − | Cherubim and seraphim
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| − | Filled his temple, and repeated
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| − | Each to each the alternate hymn:
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| − | "Lord thy glory fills the heaven,
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| − | Earth is with its fulness stored;
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| − | Unto thee be glory given,
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| − | Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
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| − | Heaven is still with glory ringing,
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| − | Earth takes up the angels' cry,
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| − | "Holy, holy, holy," singing,
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| − | "Lord of hosts, the Lord most high."
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| − | With his seraph train before him,
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| − | With his holy church below,
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| − | Thus conspire we to adore him,
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| − | Bid we thus our anthem flow:
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| − | "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,
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| − | Earth is with its fulness stored;
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| − | Unto thee be glory given,
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| − | Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
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| − | Thus thy glorious Name confessing,
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| − | We adopt thine angels' cry,
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| − | "Holy, holy, holy," blessing
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| − | Thee, the Lord of Hosts most high.
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| − | No. 39: "The Heavens Declare Thy Glory." | + | |
| − | The heav'ns declare thy glory,
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| − | The firmament thy pow'r;
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| − | Day unto day the story
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| − | Repeats from hour to hour;
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| − | Night unto night replying,
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| − | Proclaims in every land,
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| − | O Lord, with voice undying,
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| − | The wonders of thy hand.
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| − | The sun with royal splendor
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| − | Goes forth to chant thy praise,
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| − | And moonbeams soft and tender
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| − | Their gentler anthem raise;
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| − | Over every tribe and nation
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| − | The music strange is poured,
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| − | The song of all creation
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| − | To thee, creation's Lord.
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| − | All heaven on high rejoices
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| − | To do its Maker's will,
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| − | The stars with solemn voices
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| − | Resound thy praises still;
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| − | So let my whole behavior,
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| − | Thoughts, words, and actions be,
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| − | O Lord, my Strength, my Saviour,
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| − | One ceaseless song to thee.
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| − | No. 41: "The Spacious Firmament On High." | + | |
| − | The spacious firmament on high with all the blue ethereal sky
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| − | and spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
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| − | Th'unwearied sun, from day to day, does his Creator's power display
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| − | and publishes to every land the work of an almighty hand.
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| − | Soon as the evening shades prevail, the moon takes up
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| − | the wondrous tale and nightly, to the listening earth,
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| − | Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars
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| − | that 'round her burn and all the planets in their turn
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| − | confirm the tidings as they roll and spread the truth from pole to pole.
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| − | What, though in solemn silence all move 'round this dark terrestrial ball?
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| − | What, though no real voice nor sound amidst the radiant orbs be found?
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| − | In reason's ear they all rejoice and utter forth a glorious voice,
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| − | forever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."
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| − | No. 57: "O Come, O Come, Immanuel."
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| − | O come, O come, Immanuel,
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| − | And ransom captive Israel,
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| − | That mourns in lonely exile here
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| − | Until the Son of God appear.
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| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
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| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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| − | O come, Thou rod of Jesse, free
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| − | Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
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| − | From depths of hell Thy people save,
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| − | And give them vict'ry o'er the grave.
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| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
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| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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| − | O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
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| − | Our spirits by Thine advent here:
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| − | And drive away the shades of night,
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| − | And pierce the clouds and bring us light.
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| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
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| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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| − | O come, Thou Key of David, come,
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| − | And open wide our heav'nly home;
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| − | Make safe the way that leads on high,
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| − | And close the path to misery.
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| − | Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
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| − | Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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| − | No. 59: "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing." | + | |
| − | Hark! the herald angels sing,
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| − | "Glory to the newborn King:
| + | |
| − | Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
| + | |
| − | God and sinners reconciled!"
| + | |
| − | Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
| + | |
| − | Join the triumph of the skies;
| + | |
| − | With th'angelic host proclaim,
| + | |
| − | "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hark! the herald angels sing,
| + | |
| − | "Glory to the newborn King."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Christ, by highest heav'n adored,
| + | |
| − | Christ, the everlasting Lord!
| + | |
| − | Late in time behold him come,
| + | |
| − | Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
| + | |
| − | Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
| + | |
| − | Hail th'incarnate Deity,
| + | |
| − | Pleased as man with men to dwell,
| + | |
| − | Jesus, our Emmanuel.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
| + | |
| − | Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
| + | |
| − | Light and life to all he brings,
| + | |
| − | Ris'n with healing in his wings.
| + | |
| − | Mild he lays his glory by,
| + | |
| − | Born that man no more may die,
| + | |
| − | Born to raise the sons of earth,
| + | |
| − | Born to give them second birth.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 68: "All My Heart This Night Rejoices." | + | |
| − | All my heart this night rejoices
| + | |
| − | As I hear
| + | |
| − | Far and near
| + | |
| − | Sweetest angel voices.
| + | |
| − | "Christ is born," their choirs are singing
| + | |
| − | Till the air
| + | |
| − | Everywhere
| + | |
| − | Now with joy is ringing.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Forth today the Conqueror goeth,
| + | |
| − | Who the foe,
| + | |
| − | Sin and woe,
| + | |
| − | Death and hell, o'erthroweth.
| + | |
| − | God is man, man to deliver;
| + | |
| − | His dear Son
| + | |
| − | Now is one
| + | |
| − | With our blood forever.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Shall we still dread God's displeasure,
| + | |
| − | Who, to save,
| + | |
| − | Freely gave
| + | |
| − | His most cherished treasure?
| + | |
| − | To redeem us, he hath given
| + | |
| − | His own Son
| + | |
| − | From the throne
| + | |
| − | Of his might in heaven.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He becomes the Lamb that taketh
| + | |
| − | Sin away
| + | |
| − | And for aye
| + | |
| − | Full atonement maketh.
| + | |
| − | For our life his own he tenders;
| + | |
| − | And our race,
| + | |
| − | By his grace,
| + | |
| − | Meet for glory renders.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hark! a voice from yonder manger,
| + | |
| − | Soft and sweet,
| + | |
| − | Doth entreat:
| + | |
| − | "Flee from woe and danger,
| + | |
| − | Brethren, from all ills that grieve you
| + | |
| − | You are freed;
| + | |
| − | All you need
| + | |
| − | I will surely give you."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Come, then, banish all your sadness,
| + | |
| − | One and all,
| + | |
| − | Great and small;
| + | |
| − | Come with songs of gladness.
| + | |
| − | Love him who with love is glowing;
| + | |
| − | Hail the star,
| + | |
| − | Near and far
| + | |
| − | Light and joy bestowing.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dearest Lord, thee will I cherish.
| + | |
| − | Though my breath
| + | |
| − | Fail in death,
| + | |
| − | Yet I shall not perish,
| + | |
| − | But with thee abide for ever
| + | |
| − | There on high,
| + | |
| − | In that joy
| + | |
| − | Which can vanish never.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 74: "Alas, And Did My Saviour Bleed?" | + | |
| − | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
| + | |
| − | And did my Sovereign die!
| + | |
| − | Would he devote that sacred head
| + | |
| − | For such a worm as I!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Was it for crimes that I had done
| + | |
| − | He groaned upon the tree!
| + | |
| − | Amazing pity! grace unknown!
| + | |
| − | And love beyond degree!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Well might the sun in darkness hide,
| + | |
| − | And shut his glories in,
| + | |
| − | When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
| + | |
| − | For man the creature's sin.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thus might I hide my blushing face
| + | |
| − | While his dear cross appears;
| + | |
| − | Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
| + | |
| − | And melt mine eyes in tears.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But drops of grief can ne'er repay
| + | |
| − | The debt of love I owe;
| + | |
| − | Here, Lord, I give myself away,
| + | |
| − | 'Tis all that I can do.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 75: "Beneath The Cross Of Jesus." | + | |
| − | Beneath the cross of Jesus
| + | |
| − | I fain would take my stand,
| + | |
| − | The shadow of a mighty Rock
| + | |
| − | Within a weary land;
| + | |
| − | A home within the wilderness,
| + | |
| − | A rest upon the way,
| + | |
| − | From the burning of the noontide heat,
| + | |
| − | And the burden of the day.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Upon the cross of Jesus
| + | |
| − | Mine eye at times can see
| + | |
| − | The very dying form of One
| + | |
| − | Who suffered there for me:
| + | |
| − | And from my stricken heart with tears
| + | |
| − | Two wonders I confess,
| + | |
| − | The wonders of redeeming love
| + | |
| − | And my own worthlessness.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I take, O cross, thy shadow
| + | |
| − | For my abiding-place:
| + | |
| − | I ask no other sunshine than
| + | |
| − | The sunshine of his face;
| + | |
| − | Content to let the world go by,
| + | |
| − | To know no gain nor loss;
| + | |
| − | My sinful self my only shame,
| + | |
| − | My glory, all the cross.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 76: "In the Cross Of Christ I Glory." | + | |
| − | In the cross of Christ I glory,
| + | |
| − | Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;
| + | |
| − | All the light of sacred story
| + | |
| − | Gathers round its head sublime.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When the woes of life o'er-take me,
| + | |
| − | Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
| + | |
| − | Never shall the cross forsake me;
| + | |
| − | Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When the sun of bliss is beaming
| + | |
| − | Light and love upon my way,
| + | |
| − | From the cross the radiance, streaming,
| + | |
| − | Adds more luster to the day.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
| + | |
| − | By the cross are sanctified;
| + | |
| − | Peace is there, that knows no measure,
| + | |
| − | Joys that thro' all time abide.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 771: "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross." | + | |
| − | When I survey the wondrous cross
| + | |
| − | On which the Prince of glory died,
| + | |
| − | My richest gain I count but loss,
| + | |
| − | And pour contempt on all my pride.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
| + | |
| − | Save in the death of Christ my God:
| + | |
| − | All the vain things that charm me most,
| + | |
| − | I sacrifice them to his blood.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
| + | |
| − | Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
| + | |
| − | Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
| + | |
| − | Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Were the whole realm of nature mine,
| + | |
| − | That were a present far too small;
| + | |
| − | Love so amazing, so divine,
| + | |
| − | Demands my soul, my life, my all.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 82: "Christ The Lord Is Risen Today." | + | |
| − | "Christ the Lord is risen today," Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Sons of men and angels say; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Raise your joys and triumphs high; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Sing ye heav'ns, and earth, reply: Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Christ has burst the gates of hell: Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Death in vain forbids his rise; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Christ hath opened Paradise. Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lives again our glorious King; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Once he died, our souls to save; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Following our exalted Head; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Made like him, like him we rise: Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hail, the Lord of earth and heav'n! Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Praise to thee by both be giv'n; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Thee we greet triumphant now; Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 84: "The Strife Is O'er, The Battle Done." | + | |
| − | Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The strife is o'er, the battle done;
| + | |
| − | The victory of life is won;
| + | |
| − | The song of triumph has begun.
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The pow'rs of death have done their worst,
| + | |
| − | But Christ their legions hath dispersed:
| + | |
| − | Let shouts of holy joy outburst.
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The three sad days have quickly sped;
| + | |
| − | He rises glorious from the dead:
| + | |
| − | All glory to our risen head!
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He closed the yawning gates of hell;
| + | |
| − | The bars from heav'n's high portals fell:
| + | |
| − | Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell.
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,
| + | |
| − | From death's dread sting thy servants free,
| + | |
| − | That we may live and sing to thee,
| + | |
| − | Alleluia!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 106: "Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned." | + | |
| − | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
| + | |
| − | Upon the Saviour's brow;
| + | |
| − | His head with radiant glories crowned,
| + | |
| − | His lips with grace over flow.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No mortal can with him compare,
| + | |
| − | Among the sons of men;
| + | |
| − | Fairer is he than all the fair
| + | |
| − | That fill the heavenly train.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He saw me plunged in deep distress,
| + | |
| − | He flew to my relief;
| + | |
| − | For me he bore the shameful cross,
| + | |
| − | And carried all my grief.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To him I owe my life and breath,
| + | |
| − | And all the joys I have;
| + | |
| − | He makes me triumph over death,
| + | |
| − | And saves me from the grave.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To heav'n, the place of his abode,
| + | |
| − | He brings my weary feet;
| + | |
| − | Shows me the glories of my God,
| + | |
| − | And makes my joys complete.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Since from his bounty I receive
| + | |
| − | Such proofs of love divine,
| + | |
| − | Had I a thousand hearts to give,
| + | |
| − | Lord, they should all be thine.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 112: "Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee." | + | |
| − | Jesus, the very thought of thee
| + | |
| − | With sweetness fills my breast;
| + | |
| − | But sweeter far thy face to see,
| + | |
| − | And in thy presence rest.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
| + | |
| − | Nor can the mem'ry find,
| + | |
| − | A sweeter sound than thy blest Name,
| + | |
| − | O Saviour of mankind.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
| + | |
| − | O Joy of all the meek,
| + | |
| − | To those who fall, how kind thou art!
| + | |
| − | How good to those who seek!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But what to those who find? Ah, this
| + | |
| − | Nor tongue nor pen can show:
| + | |
| − | The love of Jesus, what it is
| + | |
| − | None but his loved ones know.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Jesus, our only Joy be thou,
| + | |
| − | As thou our Prize wilt be;
| + | |
| − | Jesus, be thou our Glory now,
| + | |
| − | And through eternity.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 1262: " 'Tis Not That I Did Choose Thee." | + | |
| − | 'Tis not that I did choose thee,
| + | |
| − | For, Lord, that could not be;
| + | |
| − | This heart would still refuse thee,
| + | |
| − | Hadst thou not chosen me.
| + | |
| − | Thou from the sin that stained me
| + | |
| − | Hast cleansed and set me free;
| + | |
| − | Of old thou hast ordained me,
| + | |
| − | That I should live to thee.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 'Twas sovereign mercy called me
| + | |
| − | And taught my op'ning mind;
| + | |
| − | The world had else enthralled me,
| + | |
| − | To heavenly glories blind.
| + | |
| − | My heart owns none before thee,
| + | |
| − | For thy rich grace I thirst;
| + | |
| − | This knowing, if I love thee,
| + | |
| − | Thou must have loved me first.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 136: "Amazing Grace, How Sweet The Sound." | + | |
| − | Amazing grace—how sweet the sound—
| + | |
| − | That saved a wretch like me!
| + | |
| − | I once was lost, but now am found—
| + | |
| − | Was blind, but now I see.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
| + | |
| − | And grace my fears relieved;
| + | |
| − | How precious did that grace appear
| + | |
| − | The hour I first believed!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
| + | |
| − | I have already come;
| + | |
| − | 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
| + | |
| − | And grace will lead me home.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And when this flesh and heart shall fail,
| + | |
| − | And mortal life shall cease,
| + | |
| − | I shall possess within the veil
| + | |
| − | A life of joy and peace.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When we've been there ten thousand years,
| + | |
| − | Bright shining as the sun,
| + | |
| − | We've no less days to sing God's praise
| + | |
| − | Than when we've first begun.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 137: "Rock Of Ages, Cleft For Me." | + | |
| − | Rock of Ages, cleft for me
| + | |
| − | Let me hide myself in thee;
| + | |
| − | Let the water and the blood,
| + | |
| − | From thy riven side which flowed,
| + | |
| − | Be of sin the double cure,
| + | |
| − | Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not the labors of my hands
| + | |
| − | Can fulfil thy law's demands;
| + | |
| − | Could my zeal no respite know,
| + | |
| − | Could my tears for ever flow,
| + | |
| − | All for sin could not atone;
| + | |
| − | Thou must save, and thou alone.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Nothing in my hand I bring,
| + | |
| − | Simply to thy cross I cling;
| + | |
| − | Naked, come to thee for dress,
| + | |
| − | Helpless, look to thee for grace;
| + | |
| − | Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
| + | |
| − | Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | While I draw this fleeting breath,
| + | |
| − | When mine eyelids close in death,
| + | |
| − | When I soar to worlds unknown,
| + | |
| − | See thee on thy judgment throne,
| + | |
| − | Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
| + | |
| − | Let me hide myself in thee.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 140: "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood." | + | |
| − | There is a fountain filled with blood,
| + | |
| − | Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
| + | |
| − | And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
| + | |
| − | Lose all their guilty stains.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The dying thief rejoiced to see
| + | |
| − | That fountain in his day;
| + | |
| − | And there have I, as vile as he,
| + | |
| − | Washed all my sins away.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | E'er since by faith I saw the stream
| + | |
| − | Thy flowing wounds supply,
| + | |
| − | Redeeming love has been my theme,
| + | |
| − | And shall be till I die.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
| + | |
| − | Shall never lose its power,
| + | |
| − | Till all the ransomed church of God
| + | |
| − | Be saved, to sin no more.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 145: "Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken." | + | |
| − | Glorious things of thee are spoken,
| + | |
| − | Zion, city of our God;
| + | |
| − | He whose word cannot be broken
| + | |
| − | Formed thee for his own abode:
| + | |
| − | On the Rock of Ages founded,
| + | |
| − | What can shake thy sure repose?
| + | |
| − | With salvation's walls surrounded,
| + | |
| − | Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | See the streams of living waters,
| + | |
| − | Springing from eternal love,
| + | |
| − | Well supply thy sons and daughters,
| + | |
| − | And all fear of want remove;
| + | |
| − | Who can faint, while such a river
| + | |
| − | Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?
| + | |
| − | Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
| + | |
| − | Never fails from age to age.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Round each habitation hov'ring,
| + | |
| − | See the cloud and fire appear
| + | |
| − | For a glory and a cov'ring,
| + | |
| − | Showing that the Lord is near:
| + | |
| − | Thus deriving from their banner
| + | |
| − | Light by night and shade by day,
| + | |
| − | Safe they feed upon the manna
| + | |
| − | Which he gives them when they pray.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Saviour, if of Zion's city
| + | |
| − | I, through grace, a member am,
| + | |
| − | Let the world deride or pity,
| + | |
| − | I will glory in thy Name:
| + | |
| − | Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
| + | |
| − | All his boasted pomp and show;
| + | |
| − | Solid joys and lasting treasure
| + | |
| − | None but Zion's children know.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 146: "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord." | + | |
| − | I love thy Kingdom, Lord,
| + | |
| − | The house of thine abode,
| + | |
| − | The church our blest Redeemer saved
| + | |
| − | With his own precious blood.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I love thy church, O God:
| + | |
| − | Her walls before thee stand,
| + | |
| − | Dear as the apple of thine eye,
| + | |
| − | And graven on thy hand.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For her my tears shall fall,
| + | |
| − | For her my prayers ascend;
| + | |
| − | To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
| + | |
| − | Till toils and cares shall end.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Beyond my highest joy
| + | |
| − | I prize her heav'nly ways,
| + | |
| − | Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
| + | |
| − | Her hymns of love and praise.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Jesus, thou Friend Divine,
| + | |
| − | Our Saviour and our King,
| + | |
| − | Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe
| + | |
| − | Shall great deliv'rance bring.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sure as thy truth shall last,
| + | |
| − | To Zion shall be giv'n
| + | |
| − | The brightest glories earth can yield,
| + | |
| − | And brighter bliss of heav'n.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 151: "O Word of God Incarnate" | + | |
| − | O Word of God Incarnate,
| + | |
| − | O Wisdom from on high,
| + | |
| − | O Truth unchanged, unchanging,
| + | |
| − | O light of our dark sky;
| + | |
| − | We praise thee for the radiance
| + | |
| − | That from the hallowed page,
| + | |
| − | A lantern to our footsteps
| + | |
| − | Shines on from age to age.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The church from her dear Master
| + | |
| − | Received the gift divine,
| + | |
| − | And still that light she lifteth
| + | |
| − | O'er all the earth to shine.
| + | |
| − | It is the golden casket,
| + | |
| − | Where gems of truth are stored;
| + | |
| − | It is the heav'n-drawn picture
| + | |
| − | Of Christ, the living Word.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It floateth like a banner
| + | |
| − | Before God's host unfurled;
| + | |
| − | It shineth like a beacon
| + | |
| − | Above the darkling world.
| + | |
| − | It is the chart and compass
| + | |
| − | That o'er life's surging sea,
| + | |
| − | 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
| + | |
| − | Still guides, O Christ, to thee.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O make thy church, dear Saviour,
| + | |
| − | A lamp of purest gold,
| + | |
| − | To bear before the nations
| + | |
| − | Thy true light, as of old.
| + | |
| − | O teach thy wand'ring pilgrims
| + | |
| − | By this their path to trace,
| + | |
| − | Till, clouds and darkness ended,
| + | |
| − | They see thee face to face.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 156: "How Firm A Foundation." | + | |
| − | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
| + | |
| − | Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!
| + | |
| − | What more can he say than to you he hath said,
| + | |
| − | You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;
| + | |
| − | I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
| + | |
| − | I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
| + | |
| − | Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
| + | |
| − | The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
| + | |
| − | For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
| + | |
| − | And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
| + | |
| − | My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
| + | |
| − | The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
| + | |
| − | Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | "E'en down to old age all my people shall prove
| + | |
| − | My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
| + | |
| − | And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
| + | |
| − | Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
| + | |
| − | I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
| + | |
| − | That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
| + | |
| − | I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 157: "The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word." | + | |
| − | The Spirit breathes upon the Word,
| + | |
| − | And brings the truth to sight;
| + | |
| − | Precepts and promises afford
| + | |
| − | A sanctifying light.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A glory gilds the sacred page,
| + | |
| − | Majestic, like the sun:
| + | |
| − | It gives a light to ev'ry age;
| + | |
| − | It gives, but borrows none.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The Hand that gave it still supplies
| + | |
| − | The gracious light and heat:
| + | |
| − | His truths upon the nations rise;
| + | |
| − | They rise, but never set.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let everlasting thanks be thine
| + | |
| − | For such a bright display
| + | |
| − | As makes a world of darkness shine
| + | |
| − | With beams of heav'nly day.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My soul rejoices to pursue
| + | |
| − | The steps of him I love.
| + | |
| − | Till glory break upon my view
| + | |
| − | In brighter worlds above.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 167: "Jesus Shall Reign." | + | |
| − | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
| + | |
| − | Does his successive journeys run;
| + | |
| − | His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
| + | |
| − | Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For him shall endless prayer be made,
| + | |
| − | And praises throng to crown his head;
| + | |
| − | His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
| + | |
| − | With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | People and realms of ev'ry tongue
| + | |
| − | Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
| + | |
| − | And infant voices shall proclaim
| + | |
| − | Their early blessings on his Name.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
| + | |
| − | The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains,
| + | |
| − | The weary find eternal rest,
| + | |
| − | And all the sons of want are blest.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
| + | |
| − | Peculiar honors to our King,
| + | |
| − | Angels descend with songs again,
| + | |
| − | And earth repeat the loud Amen.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 168: "From Greenland's Icy Mountains." | + | |
| − | From Greenland's icy mountains,
| + | |
| − | From India's coral strand,
| + | |
| − | Were Afric's sunny fountains
| + | |
| − | Roll down their golden sand,
| + | |
| − | From many an ancient river,
| + | |
| − | From many a palmy plain,
| + | |
| − | They call us to deliver
| + | |
| − | Their land from error's chain.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What though the spicy breezes
| + | |
| − | Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
| + | |
| − | Though ev'ry prospect pleases,
| + | |
| − | And only man is vile:
| + | |
| − | In vain with lavish kindness
| + | |
| − | The gifts of God are strown;
| + | |
| − | The heathen in his blindness
| + | |
| − | Bows down to wood and stone.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can we, whose souls are lighted
| + | |
| − | With wisdom from on high,
| + | |
| − | Can we to men benighted
| + | |
| − | The lamp of life deny?
| + | |
| − | Salvation! O salvation!
| + | |
| − | The joyful sound proclaim,
| + | |
| − | Till each remotest nation
| + | |
| − | Has learned Messiah's Name.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
| + | |
| − | And you, ye waters, roll,
| + | |
| − | Till like a sea of glory
| + | |
| − | It spreads from pole to pole.
| + | |
| − | Till o'er our ransomed nature
| + | |
| − | The Lamb for sinners slain,
| + | |
| − | Redeemer, King, Creator,
| + | |
| − | In bliss returns to reign.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 214: "With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh." | + | |
| − | With broken heart and contrite sigh,
| + | |
| − | A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
| + | |
| − | Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free:
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I smite upon my troubled breast,
| + | |
| − | With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,
| + | |
| − | Christ and his cross my only plea:
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
| + | |
| − | Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
| + | |
| − | But thou dost all my anguish see:
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No alms nor deeds that I have done,
| + | |
| − | Can for a single sin atone;
| + | |
| − | To Calvary alone I flee:
| + | |
| − | O God, be merciful to me.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
| + | |
| − | With all the ransomed throng I dwell
| + | |
| − | My raptured song shall ever be,
| + | |
| − | "God has been merciful to me."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 219: "My Sins, My Sins, My Saviour." | + | |
| − | My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
| + | |
| − | They take such hold on me,
| + | |
| − | I am not able to look up,
| + | |
| − | Save only, Christ, on thee;
| + | |
| − | In thee is all forgiveness,
| + | |
| − | In thee abundant grace,
| + | |
| − | My shadow and my sunshine
| + | |
| − | The brightness of thy face.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
| + | |
| − | Their guilt I never knew
| + | |
| − | Till with thee in the desert
| + | |
| − | I near thy passion drew;
| + | |
| − | Till with thee in the garden
| + | |
| − | I heard thy pleading pray'r,
| + | |
| − | And saw the sweat-drops bloody
| + | |
| − | That told thy sorrow there.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Therefore my songs, my Saviour,
| + | |
| − | E'en in this time of woe,
| + | |
| − | Shall tell of all thy goodness
| + | |
| − | To suff'ring man below;
| + | |
| − | Thy goodness and thy favor,
| + | |
| − | Whose presence from above
| + | |
| − | Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour,
| + | |
| − | That live in thee and love.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 238: "My Faith Looks Up To Thee." | + | |
| − | My faith looks up to thee,
| + | |
| − | Thou Lamb of Calvary,
| + | |
| − | Saviour Divine;
| + | |
| − | Now hear me while I pray,
| + | |
| − | Take all my guilt away,
| + | |
| − | O let me from this day
| + | |
| − | Be wholly thine.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | May thy rich grace impart
| + | |
| − | Strength to my fainting heart,
| + | |
| − | My zeal inspire;
| + | |
| − | As thou hast died for me,
| + | |
| − | O may my love to thee
| + | |
| − | Pure, warm and changeless be,
| + | |
| − | A living fire.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | While life's dark maze I tread,
| + | |
| − | And griefs around me spread,
| + | |
| − | Be thou my guide;
| + | |
| − | Bid darkness turn to day,
| + | |
| − | Wipe sorrow's tears away,
| + | |
| − | Nor let me ever stray
| + | |
| − | From thee aside.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When ends life's transient dream,
| + | |
| − | When death's cold, sullen stream
| + | |
| − | Shall o'er me roll,
| + | |
| − | Blest Saviour, then, in love,
| + | |
| − | Fear and distrust remove;
| + | |
| − | O bear me safe above,
| + | |
| − | A ransomed soul.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 2452: "Jesus, Lover Of My Soul." | + | |
| − | Jesus, Lover of my soul,
| + | |
| − | Let me to thy bosom fly,
| + | |
| − | While the nearer waters roll,
| + | |
| − | While the tempest still is high:
| + | |
| − | Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
| + | |
| − | Till the storm of life is past;
| + | |
| − | Safe into the haven guide,
| + | |
| − | O receive my soul at last!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Other refuge have I none,
| + | |
| − | Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
| + | |
| − | Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
| + | |
| − | Still support and comfort me!
| + | |
| − | All my trust on thee is stayed,
| + | |
| − | All my help from thee I bring;
| + | |
| − | Cover my defenseless head
| + | |
| − | With the shadow of thy wing.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
| + | |
| − | More than all in thee I find:
| + | |
| − | Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
| + | |
| − | Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
| + | |
| − | Just and holy is thy Name;
| + | |
| − | I am all unrighteousness;
| + | |
| − | False and full of sin I am,
| + | |
| − | Thou art full of truth and grace.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Plenteous grace with thee is found,
| + | |
| − | Grace to cover all my sin;
| + | |
| − | Let the healing streams abound;
| + | |
| − | Make and keep me pure within:
| + | |
| − | Thou of life the Fountain art,
| + | |
| − | Freely let me take of thee;
| + | |
| − | Spring thou up within my heart,
| + | |
| − | Rise to all eternity.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 268: "O Jesus, Joy Of Loving Hearts." | + | |
| − | Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts,
| + | |
| − | Thou Fount of life, thou Light of men,
| + | |
| − | From the best bliss that earth imparts
| + | |
| − | We turn unfilled to thee again.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
| + | |
| − | Thou savest those that on thee call;
| + | |
| − | To them that seek thee thou art good,
| + | |
| − | To them that find thee all in all.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We taste thee, O thou living Bread,
| + | |
| − | And long to feast upon thee still;
| + | |
| − | We drink of thee, the Fountainhead,
| + | |
| − | And thirst our souls from thee to fill.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
| + | |
| − | Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
| + | |
| − | Glad when thy gracious smile we see,
| + | |
| − | Blest when our faith can hold thee fast.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O Jesus, ever with us stay,
| + | |
| − | Make all our moments calm and bright;
| + | |
| − | Chase the dark night of sin away,
| + | |
| − | Shed o'er the world thy holy light.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 291: "My Jesus, As Thou Wilt." | + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!
| + | |
| − | O may thy will be mine;
| + | |
| − | Into thy hand of love
| + | |
| − | I would my all resign.
| + | |
| − | Through sorrow, or through joy,
| + | |
| − | Conduct me as thine own;
| + | |
| − | And help me still to say,
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!
| + | |
| − | If needy here and poor,
| + | |
| − | Give me thy people's bread,
| + | |
| − | Their portion rich and sure.
| + | |
| − | The manna of thy Word
| + | |
| − | Let my soul feed upon;
| + | |
| − | And if all else should fail,
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!
| + | |
| − | Though seen through many a tear,
| + | |
| − | Let not my star of hope
| + | |
| − | Grow dim or disappear.
| + | |
| − | Since thou on earth hast wept,
| + | |
| − | And sorrowed oft alone,
| + | |
| − | If I must weep with thee,
| + | |
| − | My Lord, thy will be done.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My Jesus, as thou wilt!
| + | |
| − | All shall be well for me;
| + | |
| − | Each changing future scene
| + | |
| − | I gladly trust with thee.
| + | |
| − | Straight to my home above
| + | |
| − | I travel calmly on,
| + | |
| − | And sing, in life or death,
| + | |
| − | "My Lord, thy will be done."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 309: "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God." | + | |
| − | A mighty fortress is our God,
| + | |
| − | A bulwark never failing;
| + | |
| − | Our helper he amid the flood
| + | |
| − | Of mortal ills prevailing.
| + | |
| − | For still our ancient foe
| + | |
| − | Doth seek to work us woe;
| + | |
| − | His craft and power are great;
| + | |
| − | And armed with cruel hate,
| + | |
| − | On earth is not his equal.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Did we in our own strength confide,
| + | |
| − | Our striving would be losing;
| + | |
| − | Were not the right Man on our side,
| + | |
| − | The Man of God's own choosing.
| + | |
| − | Dost ask who that may be?
| + | |
| − | Christ Jesus, it is he,
| + | |
| − | Lord Sabaoth his name,
| + | |
| − | From age to age the same,
| + | |
| − | And he must win the battle.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And though this world, with devils filled,
| + | |
| − | Should threaten to undo us,
| + | |
| − | We will not fear, for God hath willed
| + | |
| − | His truth to triumph through us.
| + | |
| − | The prince of darkness grim,
| + | |
| − | We tremble not for him;
| + | |
| − | His rage we can endure,
| + | |
| − | For lo! his doom is sure;
| + | |
| − | One little word shall fell him.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That Word above all earthly powers,
| + | |
| − | No thanks to them, abideth;
| + | |
| − | The Spirit and the gifts are ours
| + | |
| − | Through him who with us sideth;
| + | |
| − | Let goods and kindred go,
| + | |
| − | This mortal life also;
| + | |
| − | The body they may kill:
| + | |
| − | God's truth abideth still;
| + | |
| − | His kingdom is for ever.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 336: "The Sands Of Time Are Sinking." | + | |
| − | The sands of time are sinking,
| + | |
| − | The dawn of heaven breaks,
| + | |
| − | The summer morn I've sighed for,
| + | |
| − | The fair sweet morn awakes;
| + | |
| − | Dark, dark, hath been the midnight,
| + | |
| − | But dayspring is at hand,
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The King there in his beauty
| + | |
| − | Without a veil is seen;
| + | |
| − | It were a well-spent journey
| + | |
| − | Though seven deaths lay between:
| + | |
| − | The Lamb with his fair army
| + | |
| − | Doth on Mount Zion stand,
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O Christ, he is the fountain,
| + | |
| − | The deep sweet well of love!
| + | |
| − | The streams on earth I've tasted
| + | |
| − | More deep I'll drink above:
| + | |
| − | There to an ocean fullness
| + | |
| − | His mercy doth expand,
| + | |
| − | And glory, glory dwelleth
| + | |
| − | In Emmanuel's land.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The bride eyes not her garment,
| + | |
| − | But her dear bridegroom's face;
| + | |
| − | I will not gaze at glory,
| + | |
| − | But on my King of grace;
| + | |
| − | Not at the crown he gifteth,
| + | |
| − | But on his pierced hand:
| + | |
| − | The Lamb is all the glory
| + | |
| − | Of Emmanuel's land.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 382: "Once In Royal David's City." | + | |
| − | Once in royal David's city
| + | |
| − | Stood a lowly cattle shed,
| + | |
| − | Where a mother laid her baby
| + | |
| − | In a manger for his bed:
| + | |
| − | Mary was that mother mild,
| + | |
| − | Jesus Christ her little child.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He came down to earth from heaven
| + | |
| − | Who is God and Lord of all,
| + | |
| − | And his shelter was a stable,
| + | |
| − | And his cradle was a stall:
| + | |
| − | With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
| + | |
| − | Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And, through all his wondrous childhood
| + | |
| − | He would honor and obey,
| + | |
| − | Love and watch the lowly maiden
| + | |
| − | In whose gentle arms he lay:
| + | |
| − | Christian children all must be
| + | |
| − | Mild, obedient, good as he.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And our eyes at last shall see him,
| + | |
| − | Through his own redeeming love;
| + | |
| − | For that Child so dear and gentle
| + | |
| − | Is our Lord in heav'n above,
| + | |
| − | And he leads his children on
| + | |
| − | To the place where he is gone.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not in that poor lowly stable,
| + | |
| − | With the oxen standing by,
| + | |
| − | We shall see him, but in heaven,
| + | |
| − | Set at God's right hand on high;
| + | |
| − | When like stars his children crowned
| + | |
| − | All in white shall wait around.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 412: "Our God, Our Help In Ages Past." | + | |
| − | Our God, our help in ages past,
| + | |
| − | Our hope for years to come,
| + | |
| − | Our shelter from the stormy blast,
| + | |
| − | And our eternal home.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Under the shadow of Thy throne
| + | |
| − | Thy saints have dwelt secure;
| + | |
| − | Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
| + | |
| − | And our defense is sure.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Before the hills in order stood,
| + | |
| − | Or earth received her frame,
| + | |
| − | From everlasting Thou art God,
| + | |
| − | To endless years the same.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
| + | |
| − | “Return, ye sons of men:”
| + | |
| − | All nations rose from earth at first,
| + | |
| − | And turn to earth again.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A thousand ages in Thy sight
| + | |
| − | Are like an evening gone;
| + | |
| − | Short as the watch that ends the night
| + | |
| − | Before the rising sun.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
| + | |
| − | With all their lives and cares,
| + | |
| − | Are carried downwards by the flood,
| + | |
| − | And lost in following years.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Time, like an ever rolling stream,
| + | |
| − | Bears all its sons away;
| + | |
| − | They fly, forgotten, as a dream
| + | |
| − | Dies at the opening day.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like flowery fields the nations stand
| + | |
| − | Pleased with the morning light;
| + | |
| − | The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
| + | |
| − | Lie withering ere ‘tis night.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Our God, our help in ages past,
| + | |
| − | Our hope for years to come,
| + | |
| − | Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
| + | |
| − | And our eternal home.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 414: "God Moves In A Mysterious Way."
| + | |
| − | God moves in a mysterious way
| + | |
| − | His wonders to perform;
| + | |
| − | He plants his footsteps in the sea,
| + | |
| − | And rides upon the storm.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Deep in unfathomable mines
| + | |
| − | Of never-failing skill
| + | |
| − | He treasures up his bright designs,
| + | |
| − | And works his sovereign will.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
| + | |
| − | The clouds ye so much dread
| + | |
| − | Are big with mercy, and shall break
| + | |
| − | In blessings on your head.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
| + | |
| − | But trust him for his grace;
| + | |
| − | Behind a frowning providence
| + | |
| − | He hides a smiling face.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | His purposes will ripen fast,
| + | |
| − | Unfolding every hour;
| + | |
| − | The bud may have a bitter taste,
| + | |
| − | But sweet will be the flow'r.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Blind unbelief is sure to err,
| + | |
| − | And scan his work in vain.
| + | |
| − | God is his own interpreter,
| + | |
| − | And he will make it plain.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 415: "As The Hart When Noon Is Burning." | + | |
| − | As the hart when noon is burning
| + | |
| − | Pants for springs when waters burst,
| + | |
| − | So for God my soul is yearning,
| + | |
| − | For the living God a-thirst:
| + | |
| − | When shall I, a wand'rer here,
| + | |
| − | In Thy presence, Lord, appear?
| + | |
| − | Daily by my foes derided,
| + | |
| − | Tears they for my food provided.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If fond mem'ry seek to borrow
| + | |
| − | Comfort from the former years,
| + | |
| − | These but stir anew my sorrow,
| + | |
| − | Open ev'ry fount of trears:
| + | |
| − | Unto Zion's gates with song,
| + | |
| − | Oh, how oft I led the throng,
| + | |
| − | Who with joy and praise adore Thee,
| + | |
| − | Keeping holiday before Thee.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Why art thou cast down and fearful?
| + | |
| − | O my soul, why so dismayed?
| + | |
| − | Hope in God, and eyes now tearful
| + | |
| − | Yet shall see His present aid.
| + | |
| − | Down, O God, my heart is cast,
| + | |
| − | Till I think of mercies past;
| + | |
| − | Then to Thee, my spirit weary
| + | |
| − | Turns as from a desert dreary.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | As Thy waterfalls resounding,
| + | |
| − | Deep is calling unto deep:
| + | |
| − | Over me, Thine all-surrounding
| + | |
| − | Waves and billow wildly sweep:
| + | |
| − | Yet the Lord will bless my days,
| + | |
| − | I, His loving-kindness praise;
| + | |
| − | And His song, at midnight given,
| + | |
| − | Be my prayer to God in heaven.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Why disquieted within me!
| + | |
| − | Why art thou, my soul, cast down!
| + | |
| − | Hope in God, I yet shall praise Him,
| + | |
| − | Who with joy my life will crown.
| + | |
| − | He, my God, whose wondrous grace
| + | |
| − | Is the help that cheers my face,
| + | |
| − | Comforts me, when tears are blinding,
| + | |
| − | As the hart cool waters finding.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No. 417: "Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn." | + | |
| − | Rejoice, rejoice this happy morn,
| + | |
| − | A Savior unto us is born,
| + | |
| − | The Christ, the Lord of glory;
| + | |
| − | His lowly birth in Bethlehem
| + | |
| − | The angels from on high proclaim,
| + | |
| − | And sing redemption's story;
| + | |
| − | My soul, extol God's great favor,
| + | |
| − | Bless Him ever for salvation,
| + | |
| − | Give Him praise and adoration!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 418:===
| + | |
| − | "From Heaven Above To Earth I Come." | + | |
| − | From heav'n above to earth I come
| + | |
| − | To bear good news to ev'ry home;
| + | |
| − | Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
| + | |
| − | Whereof I now will say and sing.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To you this night is born a child
| + | |
| − | Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
| + | |
| − | This little child, of lowly birth,
| + | |
| − | Shall be the joy of all the earth.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 'Tis Christ, our God, who far on high
| + | |
| − | Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;
| + | |
| − | Himself will your salvation be,
| + | |
| − | Himself from sin will make you free.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now let us all with gladsome cheer
| + | |
| − | Follow the shepherds, and draw near
| + | |
| − | To see this wondrous gift of God,
| + | |
| − | Who hath His only Son bestowed.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
| + | |
| − | Thro' whom the sinful world is blest!
| + | |
| − | Thou com'st to bear our misery.
| + | |
| − | What can we render, Lord, to Thee!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 419:===
| + | |
| − | "O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High." | + | |
| − | O, love, how deep, how broad, how high,
| + | |
| − | How passing thought and fantasy,
| + | |
| − | That God, the Son of God, should take
| + | |
| − | Our mortal form for mortals' sake!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For us baptized, for us he bore
| + | |
| − | His holy fast, and hungered sore,
| + | |
| − | For us temptations sharp he knew,
| + | |
| − | For us the tempter overthrew.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For us to wicked men betrayed,
| + | |
| − | Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed;
| + | |
| − | For us he bore the cross's death,
| + | |
| − | For us at length gave up his breath.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For us he rose from death again,
| + | |
| − | For us he went on high to reign,
| + | |
| − | For us he sent his Spirit here
| + | |
| − | To guide, to strengthen and to cheer.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All honor, laud, and glory be,
| + | |
| − | O Jesus, virgin-born, to thee;
| + | |
| − | Whom with the Father we adore,
| + | |
| − | And Holy Ghost, for evermore.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 420:===
| + | |
| − | "O Sacred Head Now Wounded." | + | |
| − | O sacred Head, now wounded,
| + | |
| − | With grief and shame weighed down;
| + | |
| − | Now scornfully surrounded
| + | |
| − | With thorns, Thine only crown;
| + | |
| − | O sacred Head, what glory,
| + | |
| − | What bliss till now was Thine!
| + | |
| − | Yet, though despised and gory,
| + | |
| − | I joy to call Thee mine.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O noblest Brow and dearest,
| + | |
| − | In other days the world
| + | |
| − | All feared when Thou appearedst;
| + | |
| − | What shame on Thee is hurled!
| + | |
| − | How art Thou pale with anguish,
| + | |
| − | With sore abuse and scorn;
| + | |
| − | How does that visage languish
| + | |
| − | Which once was bright as morn!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
| + | |
| − | Was all for sinners' gain:
| + | |
| − | Mine, mine was the trangsgression
| + | |
| − | But Thine the deadly pain.
| + | |
| − | Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
| + | |
| − | 'Tis I deserve Thy place;
| + | |
| − | Look on me with Thy favor,
| + | |
| − | Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What language shall I borrow
| + | |
| − | To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
| + | |
| − | For this Thy dying sorrow,
| + | |
| − | Thy pity without end?
| + | |
| − | O make me Thine forever;
| + | |
| − | And should I fainting be,
| + | |
| − | Lord, let me never, never
| + | |
| − | Outlive my love to Thee.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 421:===
| + | |
| − | "Lord, Thy Death And Passion Give," | + | |
| − | Lord, Thy death and passion give
| + | |
| − | Strength and comfort in my need.
| + | |
| − | Ev'ry hour while here I live,
| + | |
| − | On Thy love my soul shall feed.
| + | |
| − | Thou didst death for me endure,
| + | |
| − | And I shun all thoughts impure;
| + | |
| − | Thinking on Thy bitter pains,
| + | |
| − | Hushed in prayer my heart remains.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thy blest cross hath pow'r to heal
| + | |
| − | All the wounds of sin and strife.
| + | |
| − | Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel
| + | |
| − | Sudden warmth and nobler life,
| + | |
| − | In my saddest, darkest grief,
| + | |
| − | Let Thy sweetness bring relief.
| + | |
| − | Thou who camest but to save,
| + | |
| − | Thou who fearest not the grave!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lord, in Thee I place my trust,
| + | |
| − | Thou art my Defense and Tow'r;
| + | |
| − | Death Thou treadest in the dust,
| + | |
| − | O'er my soul he hath no pow'r.
| + | |
| − | That I may have part in Thee,
| + | |
| − | Help and save and comfort me;
| + | |
| − | Give me of Thy grace and might,
| + | |
| − | Resurrection, life and light.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fount of good, within me dwell,
| + | |
| − | For the peace Thy presence sheds
| + | |
| − | Keeps us safe in conflict fell,
| + | |
| − | Stills the pain from dying beds.
| + | |
| − | Hide me safe within Thine arm,
| + | |
| − | Where no foe can hurt or harm;
| + | |
| − | Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest,
| + | |
| − | He hath conquered, he is blest.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 423: "Praise The Saviour Now And Ever."===
| + | |
| − | Praise the Saviour now and ever;
| + | |
| − | Praise him all beneath the skies;
| + | |
| − | Prostrate lying, suffering, dying
| + | |
| − | On the cross, a sacrifice.
| + | |
| − | Victory gaining, life obtaining,
| + | |
| − | Now in glory he doth rise.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Man's work faileth, Christ's availeth;
| + | |
| − | He is all our righteousness;
| + | |
| − | He, our Saviour, has for ever
| + | |
| − | Set us free from dire distress.
| + | |
| − | Through his merit we inherit
| + | |
| − | Light and peace and happiness.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sin's bonds severed; we're delivered;
| + | |
| − | Christ has bruised the serpent's head;
| + | |
| − | Death no longer is the stronger;
| + | |
| − | Hell itself is captive led.
| + | |
| − | Christ has risen from death's prison;
| + | |
| − | O'er the tomb he light has shed.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For his favor, praise for ever
| + | |
| − | Unto God the Father sing;
| + | |
| − | Praise the Saviour, praise him ever,
| + | |
| − | Son of God, our Lord and King.
| + | |
| − | Praise the Spirit; through Christ's merit,
| + | |
| − | He doth us salvation bring.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 424: "Jesus Sinners Doth Receive."===
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive:"
| + | |
| − | Word of surest consolation;
| + | |
| − | Word all sorrow to relieve,
| + | |
| − | Word of pardon, peace, salvation!
| + | |
| − | Naught like this can comfort give:
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | On God's grace we have no claim,
| + | |
| − | Yet to us his pledge is given;
| + | |
| − | He hath sworn by his own Name,
| + | |
| − | Open are the gates of heaven.
| + | |
| − | Take to heart this word and live:
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When a helpless lamb doth stray,
| + | |
| − | After it, the Shepherd, pressing
| + | |
| − | Thro' each dark and dang'rous way,
| + | |
| − | Brings it back, his own possessing.
| + | |
| − | Jesus seeks thee, O believe:
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O, how blest it is to know:
| + | |
| − | Were as scarlet my transgression,
| + | |
| − | It shall be as white as snow
| + | |
| − | By thy blood and bitter passion;
| + | |
| − | For these words I now believe:
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now my conscience is at peace,
| + | |
| − | From the Law I stand acquitted;
| + | |
| − | Christ hath purchased my release
| + | |
| − | And my ev'ry sin remitted.
| + | |
| − | Naught remains my soul to grieve—
| + | |
| − | "Jesus sinners doth receive."
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 437: "Our Father, Thou In Heaven Above."===
| + | |
| − | Our Father, Thou in heav'n above,
| + | |
| − | Who biddest us to dwell in love,
| + | |
| − | As brethen of one family,
| + | |
| − | And cry for all we need to Thee;
| + | |
| − | Teach us to mean the words we say,
| + | |
| − | And from the inmost heart to pray.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All hallowed by Thy Name, O Lord!
| + | |
| − | O let us firmly keep Thy word,
| + | |
| − | Thy kingdom come! Thine let it be
| + | |
| − | In time and through eternity!
| + | |
| − | O let Thy Holy Spriit dwell
| + | |
| − | With us, to rule and guide us well.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thy will be done on earth, O Lord,
| + | |
| − | As where in heav'n Thou art adored!
| + | |
| − | Patience in time of grief bestow,
| + | |
| − | Obedience true in weal and woe;
| + | |
| − | Our sinful heart and will control
| + | |
| − | That thwart Thy will within the soul.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Give us this day our daily bread,
| + | |
| − | Let us be duly clothed and fed;
| + | |
| − | Forgive our sins, that they no more
| + | |
| − | May sore displease Thee as before,
| + | |
| − | As we forgive their trespasses
| + | |
| − | Who unto us, have done amiss.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Into temptation lead us not,
| + | |
| − | And when the foe doth war and plot,
| + | |
| − | Deliv'rance from all evil give,
| + | |
| − | For yet in evil days we live;
| + | |
| − | Redeem us from eternal death,
| + | |
| − | E'en when we yield our dying breath.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Amen! Amen! So let it be!
| + | |
| − | Strengthen our faith and trust in Thee,
| + | |
| − | That we may doubt not, but believe,
| + | |
| − | That what we ask we shall receive;
| + | |
| − | Thus in Thy Name and at Thy word
| + | |
| − | We say Amen; now hear us, Lord!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 440: "Comfort, Comfort Ye My People."===
| + | |
| − | Comfort, comfort ye my people,
| + | |
| − | Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
| + | |
| − | Comfort those who sit in darkness,
| + | |
| − | Mourning 'neath their sorrow's load.
| + | |
| − | Speak ye to Jerusalem
| + | |
| − | Of the peace that waits for them;
| + | |
| − | Tell her that her sins I cover,
| + | |
| − | And her warfare now is over.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yea, her sins our God will pardon,
| + | |
| − | Blotting out each dark misdeed;
| + | |
| − | All that well deserved his anger
| + | |
| − | He no more will see or heed.
| + | |
| − | She hath suffered many a day
| + | |
| − | Now her griefs have passed away;
| + | |
| − | God will change her pining sadness
| + | |
| − | Into ever-springing gladness.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For the herald's voice is crying
| + | |
| − | In the desert far and near,
| + | |
| − | Bidding all men to repentance,
| + | |
| − | Since the kingdom now is here.
| + | |
| − | O that warning cry obey!
| + | |
| − | Now prepare for God a way;
| + | |
| − | Let the valleys rise to meet him,
| + | |
| − | And the hills bow down to greet him.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Make ye straight what long was crooked,
| + | |
| − | Make the rougher places plain;
| + | |
| − | Let your hearts be true and humble,
| + | |
| − | As befits his holy reign.
| + | |
| − | For the glory of the Lord
| + | |
| − | Now o'er earth is shed abroad;
| + | |
| − | And all flesh shall see the token,
| + | |
| − | That his word is never broken.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 443: "Now Thank We All Our God."===
| + | |
| − | Now thank we all our God
| + | |
| − | With heart and hands and voices,
| + | |
| − | Who wondrous things hath done,
| + | |
| − | In whom his world rejoices;
| + | |
| − | Who from our mothers' arms,
| + | |
| − | Hath blessed us on our way
| + | |
| − | With countless gifts of love,
| + | |
| − | And still is ours today.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | O may this bounteous God
| + | |
| − | Through all our life be near us
| + | |
| − | With ever joyful hearts
| + | |
| − | And blessed peace to cheer us;
| + | |
| − | And keep us in his grace,
| + | |
| − | And guide us when perplexed,
| + | |
| − | And free us from all ills
| + | |
| − | In this world and the next.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All praise and thanks to God,
| + | |
| − | The Father, now be given,
| + | |
| − | The Son, and him who reigns
| + | |
| − | With them in highest heaven,
| + | |
| − | The one eternal God
| + | |
| − | Whom earth and heav'n adore;
| + | |
| − | For thus it was, is now,
| + | |
| − | And shall be evermore.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===No. 445:===
| + | |
| − | "All Glory Be To God On High."<br> | + | |
| − | All glory be to God on high,<br>
| + | |
| − | Who hath our race befriended!<br>
| + | |
| − | To us no harm shall now come nigh,<br>
| + | |
| − | The strife at last is ended;<br>
| + | |
| − | God showeth His goodwill to men,<br>
| + | |
| − | And peace shall reign on earth again;<br>
| + | |
| − | O thank Him for His goodness!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | We praise, we worship Thee, we trust<br>
| + | |
| − | And give Thee thanks forever,<br>
| + | |
| − | O father, that Thy rule is just<br>
| + | |
| − | And wise, and changes never;<br>
| + | |
| − | Thy boundless grace o’er all things reigns,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou dost whate’er Thy will ordains;<br>
| + | |
| − | ’Tis well Thou art our Ruler!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord,<br>
| + | |
| − | Begotten of the Father,<br>
| + | |
| − | O Thou Who hast our peace restored,<br>
| + | |
| − | And the lost sheep dost gather,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Lamb of God, enthroned on high<br>
| + | |
| − | Behold our need and hear our cry;<br>
| + | |
| − | Have mercy on us, Jesus!<br>
| + | |
| − | <br>
| + | |
| − | O Holy Spirit, precious Gift,<br>
| + | |
| − | Thou Comforter unfailing,<br>
| + | |
| − | Do Thou our troubled souls uplift,<br>
| + | |
| − | Against the foe prevailing;<br>
| + | |
| − | Avert our woes and calm our dread:<br>
| + | |
| − | For us the Savior’s blood was shed;<br>
| + | |
| − | Do Thou in faith sustain us!<br>
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| − | ===No. 446:===
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| − | "Now Let Every Tongue Adore Thee."<br> | + | |
| − | Now let ev'ry tongue adore Thee!<br>
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| − | Let men with angels sing before Thee!<br>
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| − | Let harps and cymbals now unite!<br>
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| − | All Thy gates with pearl are glorious,<br>
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| − | Where we partake through faith victorious,<br>
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| − | With angels round Thy throne of light.<br>
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| − | No mortal eye hath seen,<br>
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| − | No mortal ear hath heard<br>
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| − | Such wondrous things,<br>
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| − | Therefore with joy our song shall soar<br>
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| − | In praise to God forevermore.<br>
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| − | ===No. 448:===
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| − | "O Bless Our God With One Accord."<br> | + | |
| − | O bless our God with one accord,<br>
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| − | Ye faithful servants of the Lord,<br>
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| − | Who in his house do stand by night;<br>
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| − | And praise him there with all your might.<br>
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| − | Lift up your hands, in prayer draw nigh<br>
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| − | Unto his sanctuary high;<br>
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| − | Bless ye the Lord, kneel at his feet,<br>
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| − | And worship him with reverence meet.<br>
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| − | Jehovah bless thee from above,<br>
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| − | From Zion in his boundless love,<br>
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| − | Our God, who heav'n and earth did frame;<br>
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| − | Blest be his great and holy Name.<br>
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