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Where'er the Patriarch pitched his tent

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #39 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Genesis 12:2 Lyrics: Where'er the Patriarch pitch'd his tent, He built an altar to his God, And sanctified, where'er he went, With faith and prayer, the ground he trod. Through all the East, for riches famed, Heaven's gifts, he set his heart on none; Nor, when the dearest was reclaim'd, Withheld his son, his only son. Wherefore, in blessing, he was blest; Friendless, the friend of God became; Long-wandering, every where found rest; Long child-less, nations bear his name. Nor nations born of blood alone, The father of the faithful he; Where'er his promised seed is known, Faith's heirs are his posterity. My God, what Thou hast made my home, Let me Thy sanctuary make; My God, if call'd by Thee to roam, Glad may I all for Thee forsake. 40 Thy law, Thy Love, be my delight, Whate'er I do, or think, or am, Walking by faith, and not by sight, Like a true child of Abraham. Topics: Abraham's walk with God; God's blessing to Abraham Languages: English

O God, unseen, but not unknown

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #30 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Genesis 16:13 Lyrics: O God, unseen, but not unknown, Thine eye is ever fix'd on me; I dwell beneath Thy secret throne, Encompass'd by Thy Deity. Throughout this universe of space, To nothing am I long allied, For flight of time and change of place, My strongest, dearest bonds divide. 29 Parents I had, but where are they? Friends whom I knew, I know no more; Companions, once that cheer'd my way, Have dropp'd behind or gone before. Now I am one amidst a crowd Of life and action hurrying round; Now left alone,--for, like a cloud, They came, they went, and are not found. Even from myself sometimes I part: Unconscious sleep is nightly death, Yet surely by my couch Thou art, To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath. Of all that I have done and said, How little can I now recall: Forgotten things to me are dead; With Thee they live,--Thou know'st them all. Thou hast been with me from the womb, Witness to every conflict here; Nor wilt Thou leave me at the tomb, Before Thy bar I must appear. The moment comes-- the only one Of all my time to be foretold; Yet when, and how, and where, can none Among the race of man unfold:-- The moment comes, when strength shall fail, When, (health and hope and courage flown) I must go down into the vale And shade of death with Thee alone. 30 Alone with Thee!--in that dread strife Uphold me through mine agony, And gently be this dying life Exchanged for immortality. Then, when the unbodied spirit lands Where flesh and blood have never trod, And in the unveil'd presence stands, Of Thee, my Saviour and my God;-- Be mine eternal portion this, Since Thou wert always here with me, --That I may view Thy face in bliss, And be for evermore with Thee. Topics: Omniscience of God Languages: English

Let me go, the day is breaking

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #132 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Scripture: Genesis 32:26 Lyrics: Let me go, the day is breaking, Dear companions, let me go; We have spent a night of waking In the wilderness below; 135 Upward now I bend my way, Part we here at break of day. Let me go, I may not tarry, Wrestling thus with doubts and fears, Angels wait my soul to carry, Where my risen Lord appears; Friends and kindred, weep not so, If you love me let me go. We have travell'd long together, Hand in hand, and heart in heart, Both through calm and stormy weather, And 'tis hard, 'tis hard to part, Yet we must;--"Farewell!" to you; Answer, one and all, "Adieu!" 'Tis not darkness gathering round me, Which withdraws me from your sight; Walls of flesh no more can bound me, But, translated into light, Like the lark on mounting wing, Though unseen you hear me sing. Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken, Far beyond earth's span of sky; I am dead;--nay, by this token, Know that I have ceased to die; Would you solve the mystery? Come up hither,--come and see! Topics: Heavenly longings Languages: English

Spring up, O well, sweet fountain, spring

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #56 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Scripture: Numbers 21 Lyrics: Spring up, O well! sweet fountain, spring! And fructify the desert sand; Sing ye that drink; the waters sing, They dance along the, smiling land; With flowers adorn, with verdure bless, The waste and howling wilderness. Ho, every one that thirsts draw nigh, With sickness fainting, worn with toil; 61 Let him that hath no money buy, Buy milk and honey, wine and oil, The fourfold streams of Paradise, Priceless, because above all price. Come to the pools, ye lame and blind; Ye lepers, to this Jordan come; Sight, strength, and healing each may find; Approach the waves, ye deaf and dumb; Their joyful sound ye soon shall hear, And your own voice delight your ear. In every form the waters run, Rill, river, torrent, lake, and sea; Through every clime beneath the sun, Free as the air, as daylight free, Till earth's whole face the floods o'erweep, As ocean's tides the channel'd deep. As moved with mighty wings outspread, God's Spirit o'er the formless void, So be that Spirit's influence shed To new-create a world destroy'd; Till all that died through Adam's fall Revive in Christ, who died for all. Topics: Waters of life Languages: English

Sun, moon and stars, by day and night

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #342 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: 1 Samuel 3:8 Lyrics: Sun, moon and stars, by day and night, At God's commandment, give us light, And when we wake, and while we sleep, Their watch, like guardian angels, keep. The bright blue sky above our head, The soft green earth on which we tread, The ocean rolling round the land, Were made by God's almighty hand. Sweet flowers that hill and dale adorn, Fair fruit-trees, fields of grass and corn, The clouds that rise, the showers that fall, The winds that blow--God sends them all. The beasts that graze with downward eye, The birds that perch, and sing, and fly, The fishes swimming in the sea, God's creatures are as well as we. But us He form'd for better things;-- As servants of the King of kings, With lifted hands, and open face, And thankful hearts, to seek his grace. 364 Thus God loved man, and more than thus,-- He sent his Son to die for us, And now invites us, when we die, To come and live with Him on high. But we must live to Him below, For none but such to heaven will go;-- Lord Jesus, hear our humble prayer, And lead the little children there. Topics: Infant School Languages: English

I left the God of truth and light

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #171 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: 2 Samuel 12:13 Lyrics: I left the God of truth and light, I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death. Sweet was His service, and His yoke Was light and easy to be borne; Through all His bands of love I broke, I cast away His gifts with scorn. 174 I danced in folly's giddy maze, And drank the sea, and chased the wind; But falsehood lurk'd in all her ways, Her laughter left remorse behind. I dream'd of bliss in pleasure's bowers, While pillowing roses stayed my head; But serpents hiss'd among the flowers; I woke, and thorns were all my bed. In riches, when I sought for joy, And placed in sordid gain my trust, I found that gold was all alloy, And worldly treasure--fleeting dust. I woo'd ambition, climb'd the pole, And shone among the stars,--but fell, Headlong in all my pride of soul, Like Lucifer, from heaven to hell. Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance! from thy frown-- Eternal Justice! from thine eye? Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace; The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus' reconciling face. My suffering, slain, and risen Lord, In sore distress I turn to Thee, I claim acceptance on Thy word, My God! my God! forsake not me. Prostrate before the mercy seat, I dare not, if I would, despair; None ever perish'd at Thy feet, And I will lie for ever there. Topics: Backslider returning to God Languages: English

The wind that brake the rocks, and rent

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #198 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Scripture: 2 Kings 19:11-12 Lyrics: The wind that brake the rocks, and rent The mountains in its path; The earthquake and the fire that went Before the Lord in wrath, Came not as spoilers to the prey, But heralds to prepare His way. 201 Himself the still small voice made known, In all His power and grace; So be to me his mercy shown, Terror to love give place: Than will I hide my face, and stay To hear what God the Lord will say. Topics: Still small voice, the Languages: English

Few, few and evil are thy days

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #215 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Scripture: Job 14:1-3 Lyrics: Few, few and evil are thy days, Man, of a woman born; Peril and trouble haunt thy ways; Forth, like a flower at morn, The tender infant springs to light, Youth blossoms to the breeze, Age, withering age, is cropt ere night; Man like a shadow flees. 215 And dost thou look on such an one? Will God to judgment call A worm, for what a worm hath done Against the Lord of all? As fail the waters from the deep, As summer-brooks run dry, Man lieth down in dreamless sleep, His life is vanity. Man lieth down, no more to wake, Till yonder arching sphere Shall, with a roll of thunder, break, And nature disappear. O hide me, till Thy wrath be past, Thou who canst slay or save! Hide me, where hope may anchor fast, In my Redeemer's grave. Topics: Life and death and judgment Languages: English

O that I knew where I might find

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #177 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 23:3-4 Lyrics: O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat, To pour out all my troubled mind In prayer before His feet! Not with the thunder of Thy power Wouldst Thou against me plead; No, Thy good Spirit, in that hour, For me would intercede. For me, Thy Son Himself would pray, Thy well-beloved Son; Father! Thou couldst not turn away From Thine anointed One. Thine own unutterable grace, Thy love,--Thy love to me, Constrain me thus to seek Thy face, And cast my cares on Thee. 181 Hear, then the voice of my desire, My griefs, my fears behold; Search me and try me, as with fire, And bring me forth like gold. Lord! thou hast troubled my repose, Thy chastisements I feel; Thine hand hath touch'd my heart--it glows, It melts,--impress Thy seal. Stamp Thine own Image on my soul, Lift from the dust mine head; Lord! Thou hast wounded,--make me whole; Hast slain,--now raise the dead. Topics: Image of Christ; Peace of mind; Prayer for peace of mind Languages: English

O my soul! with all thy powers

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #47 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 3 Lyrics: O my soul! with all thy powers, Bless the Lord's most holy name; O my soul! till life's last hours, Bless the Lord, His praise proclaim; Thine infirmities He heal'd, He thy peace and pardon seal'd. He with loving-kindness crown'd thee, Satisfied thy mouth with good, From the snares of death unbound thee, Eagle-like thy youth renew'd: Rich in tender mercy He, Slow to wrath, to favour free. He will not retain displeasure, Though awhile He hide His face, Nor His God-like bounty measure By our merit, but His grace: As the heaven the earth transcends, Over us His care extends. 51 Far as east and west are parted, He our sins hath sever'd thus; As a father, loving-hearted, Spares his son, He spareth us; For He knows our feeble frame. He remembers whence we came. From eternity enduring, To eternity, the Lord, Still His people's bliss insuring, Keeps His covenanted word: Yea, with truth and righteousness, Children's children He will bless. As in heaven, His throne and dwelling, King on earth He holds His sway; Angels! ye in strength excelling, Bless the Lord, His voice obey: All His works beneath the pole Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul! Topics: God long-suffering of Languages: English

While many cry in nature's night

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #81 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 4 Lyrics: While many cry in nature's night Ah! who will show the way to bliss? Lord, lift on us thy saving light; We seek no other guide than this. Gladness Thy sacred presence brings, More than the joyful reaper knows; Or he who treads the grapes and sings While with new wine his vat o'erflows. 86 In peace I lay me down to sleep; Thine arm, O Lord! shall stay my head, Thine Angel spread his tent, and keep His midnight watch around my bed. Topics: Evening thoughts Languages: English

Mercy alone can meet my case

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #173 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 6:4 Lyrics: Mercy alone can meet my case; For mercy, Lord, I cry;-- Jesus! Redeemer! show thy face In mercy, or I die. Save me, for none beside can save; At thy command I tread, With failing step, life's stormy wave; The wave goes o'er my head. I perish, and my doom were just; But wilt thou leave me? No: I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust, I will not let Thee go. Still sure to me Thy promise stands, And ever must abide; Behold it written on Thy hands, And graven in Thy side. To this, this only, will I cleave, Thy word is all my plea; Thy word is truth, and I believe: Have mercy, Lord, on me. Topics: Confession and repentance; Prayer for Divine mercy Languages: English

Thank and praise Jehovah's name

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #45 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: Thank and praise Jehovah's name For his mercies firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. Let the ransom'd thus rejoice, Gather'd out of every land; As the people of his choice, Pluck'd from the destroyer's hand. 46 In the wilderness astray, Hither, thither, while they roam, Hungry, fainting by the way, Far from refuge, shelter, home; Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. To a pleasant land He brings, Where the vine and olive grow, Where from flowery hills the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow. O that men would praise the Lord, For His goodness to their race; For the wonders of His word, And the riches of His grace! They that mourn in dungeon-gloom, Bound in iron and despair, Sentenced to a heavier doom Than the pangs they suffer there;-- Foes and rebels once to God, They disdain'd His high control; Now they feel His fiery rod, Striking terrors through their soul. Wrung with agony, they fall To the dust, and, gazing round, Call for help;--in vain they call; Help, nor hope, nor friend are found. 47 Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. He restores their forfeit breath, Breaks in twain the gates of brass; From the bands and grasp of death, Forth to liberty they pass. O that men would praise the Lord, For his goodness to their race, For the wonders of His word, And the riches of His grace! Sinners, for transgression, see Sharp disease their youth consume, And their beauty, like a tree, Withering on an early tomb. Food is loathsome to their taste, And the eye revolts from light; All their joys to ruin haste, As the sunset into night. Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. He with health renews their frame, Lengthens out their number'd days, Let them glorify His name With the sacrifice of praise. 48 O that men would praise the Lord, For his goodness to their race, For the wonders of His word, And the riches of His grace! They that toil upon the deep, And, in vessels light and frail, O'er the mighty waters sweep, With the billow and the gale,-- Mark what wonders God performs, When He speaks, and, unconfined, Rush to battle all His storms, In the chariots of the wind. Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd On the mountain of the wave, Down as suddenly 'tis hurl'd To th' abysses of the grave. To and fro they reel and roll, As intoxicate with wine; Terrors paralyze their soul, Helm they quit, and hope resign. Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. Calm and smooth the surges flow, And where deadly lightning ran, God's own reconciling bow Metes the ocean with a span. 49 O that men would praise the Lord, For His goodness to their race, For the wonders of His word, And the riches of His grace! Topics: Deliverance from perils at sea; Deliverance from malignant disease; Deliverance from captivity; Deliverance in the wilderness; Deliverance of God's people Languages: English

Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #188 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9:21 Lyrics: Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God! When humbled at Thy feet, I learn the lessons of Thy rod, Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet. For Thou dost not in wrath chastise, But when I go astray, "Return," a voice behind me cries, "Walk here;--this is the way." Impatient of Thine easy yoke, If heedless yet I roam, Some sharp affliction, with a stroke Of kindness, warns me home. That godly sorrow then I feel, Which nothing can control, Until the hand that wounded, heal, That bruised me, make me whole. As, at Thy word, the winds and waves From ocean-warfare cease; That word my soul from shipwreck saves, Thy presence brings me peace. "Sweet is Thy mercy, O my God!" 'Tis transport to repeat, When Thou hast thrown aside the rod, "Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet!" Topics: God's Mercy Languages: English

I love the Lord; He lent an ear

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #123 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 16 Lyrics: I love the Lord;--He lent an ear, When I for help implored; He rescued me from all my fear, Therefore I love the Lord. 125 Bound hand and foot with chains of sin, Death dragg'd me for his prey; The pit was moved to take me in, All hope was far away. I cried in agony of mind, "Lord, I beseech Thee, save:" He held me;--Death his prey resign'd, And Mercy shut the grave. Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From God no longer roam: His hand hath bountifally blest, His goodness call'd thee home. What shall I render unto Thee, My Saviour in distress, For all Thy benefits to me; So great and numberless? This will I do, for Thy love's sake, And thus Thy power proclaim, Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, And call upon Thy name. Thou God of covenanted grace! Hear and record my vow, While in Thy courts I seek Thy face, And at Thine altar bow. Henceforth myself to Thee I give, With single, heart and eye, To walk before Thee while I live, And bless Thee when I die. Topics: Redemption, gratitude for Languages: English

O take away this evil heart

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #281 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16:4 Lyrics: O take away this evil heart; This heart of unbelief renew; So prone, so eager to depart From Thee, the living God and true. O crucify this carnal mind, 'Tis enmity, my God, to Thee; I cannot love Thee, till I find The mind that was in Christ in me. O sanctify this sinful soul; Health to the dying leper give; Thou, if Thou wilt, canst make me whole; Speak but the word, and I shall live. O disenthrall this captive will, (Free only when Thou mak'st it free,) That I may glory to fulfil Thy perfect law of liberty. 301 Then, though through life, a worm of earth, In death returning to the clod, I shall become, by second birth, An heir of heaven, a child of God. Languages: English

Return, my soul, unto thy rest

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #23 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16:7 Lyrics: Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and madd'ning cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements,--Satan's snares. Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought. Then to thy rest, my soul, return From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life. God is thy Rest,--with heart inclined To keep His Word, that Word believe; Christ is thy Rest,--with lowly mind. His light and easy yoke receive. Topics: Rest for the soul Languages: English

All ye gentiles, praise the Lord

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #87 (1854) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Scripture: Psalm 17 Lyrics: All ye gentiles, praise the Lord, All ye lands, your voices raise; Heaven and earth, with loud accord, Praise the Lord, for ever praise. For His truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of His right hand, Like His own eternity. Praise Him, ye who know his love, Praise Him from the depths beneath, Praise Him in the heights above; Praise your Maker all that breathe. Topics: Gentiles exhorted to praise God Languages: English

Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #15 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare, The firmament displays Thy skill; The changing clouds, the viewless air, Tempest and calm Thy word fulfil; Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night Thy knowledge teach. Though voice nor sound inform the ear, Well-known the language of their song, When one by one the stars appear, Led by the silent moon along, Till round the earth, from all the sky, Thy beauty beams on every eye. Waked by Thy touch, the shining sun Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, And, like a giant, glad to run His bright career with speed and power-- Thy flaming messenger, to dart Life through the depth of Nature's heart. While these transporting visions shine Along the path of Providence, Glory eternal, joy divine, Thy word reveals, transcending sense; My soul Thy goodness longs to see, Thy love to man, Thy love to me. Languages: English

Thy law is perfect, Lord of light

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #27 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: Thy law is perfect, Lord of light! Thy testimonies sure, The statutes of Thy realm are right, And thy commandments pure. Holy, inviolate Thy fear, Enduring as Thy throne: Thy judgments, chastening or severe, Justice and truth alone:-- More prized than gold,--than gold whose waste Refining fire expels; Sweeter than honey to my taste, Than honey from the cells. 26 Let these, O God! my soul convert; And make Thy servant wise; Let these be gladness to my heart, The day-spring to mine eyes. By these may I be warn'd betimes; Who knows the guilt within? Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes, Cleanse me from secret sin! So may the words my lips express, The thoughts that throng my mind, O Lord, my strength and righteousness! With Thee acceptance find. Topics: God's law Languages: English

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