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Heart and heart together bound

Author: Zinzendorf; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: Heart and heart together bound, Seek in God your true repose, In your love the price be found Of your Saviour's love and woes; We the members, He the Head, He the sun, we beams He showers, Brethren by one Master led, We are His, and he is ours. Children of His realm draw near, Make your covenant stronger still, From your hearts allegiance swear Unto Him who conquered ill. If your bonds are yet too weak, If but fragile yet they prove, Help from His good Spirit seek Who can steel the chains of love. Only such love will suffice, As the love that dwells in Him, Love that from the cross ne'er flies, Love that spares not life or limb; 'Twas for sinners He was slain, 'Twas for foes He shed His blood, That His death for all might gain Endless life--the Highest Good. Thus, O truest Friend, unite All Thy consecrated band, That their hearts be set aright To fulfil Thy last command. Each must onward urge his friend, Helping him in word and deed, Love's blest pathway to ascend, Following on where Thou dost lead. Thou who dost command that all Practise love who bear Thy name, Wake the dead, new followers call, Touch the slothful with Thy flame. Let us live, O Lord, at one, As Thou with the Father art, That through all the world be none Of Thy members left apart. Then were given what Thou hast sought, In the Son were all men freed, And the world at last were taught That Thy rule is blest indeed. Father of all souls, we praise Thee who shinest in the Son; Lord, to Thee our hymns we raise, Who hast all men to Thee drawn!

What within me and without

Author: A. H. Franke, 1663-1727; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: What within me and without, Hourly on my spirit weighs, Burdening heart and soul with doubt, Darkening all my weary days: In it I behold Thy will, God, who givest rest and peace, And my heart is calm and still, Waiting till Thou send release. God! Thou art my rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms, Thou wilt send me help at length, And I feel no wild alarms. Sin nor Death can pierce the shield Thy defence has o'er me thrown, Up to Thee myself I yield, And my sorrows are Thine own. Thou my shelter from the blast, Thou my strong defence art ever; Though my sorrows thicken fast, Yet I know Thou leav'st me never; When my foe puts forth his might, And would tread me in the dust, To this rock I take my flight, And I conquer him through trust. When my trials tarry long, Unto Thee I look and wait, Knowing none, though keen and strong, Can my faith in Thee abate. And this faith I long have nurst, Comes alone, O Lord, from Thee; Thou my heart didst open first, Thou didst set this hope in me. Christians! cast on Him your load, To your tower of refuge fly; Know He is the Living God, Ever to His creatures nigh. Seek His ever-open door In your hours of utmost need; All your hearts before Him pour, He will send you help with speed. But hast thou some darling plan, Cleaving to the things of earth? Leanest thou for aid on man? Thou wilt find him nothing worth. Rather trust the One alone Whose is endless power and love, And the help He gives His own, Thou in very deed shalt prove. Yea, on Thee, my God, I rest, Letting life float calmly on, For I know the last is best, When the crown of joy is won. In Thy might all things I bear, In Thy love find bitters sweet, And with all my grief and care Sit in patience at Thy feet. O my soul, why art thou vexed? Let things go as e'en they will; Though to thee they seem perplexed, Yet His order they fulfil. Here He is thy strength and guard, Power to harm thee here has none; Yonder will He each reward For the works he here has done. Let Thy mercy's wings be spread O'er me, keep me close to Thee, In the peace Thy love doth shed, Let me dwell eternally. Be my All; in all I do Let me only seek Thy will, Where the heart to Thee is true, All is peaceful, calm, and still.

Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high?

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Simon Dach Meter: 10.6.6.10.10.4 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high? Then count the cost, and know That here on earth below Thou needs must suffer with thy Lord and die. We reach that gain to which all else is loss, But through the cross. Oh think what sorrows Christ himself has known! The scorn, and anguish sore, The bitter death He bore, Ere He ascended to His heavenly throne; And deemest thou, thou canst with right complain, Whate'er thy pain? Not e'en the sharpest sorrows we can feel, Nor keenest pangs, we dare With that great bliss compare When God His glory shall in us reveal, That shall endure when our brief woes are o'er For evermore!

If God be on my side

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: If God be on my side, Then let who will oppose, For oft ere now to Him I cried, And he hath quelled my foes. If Jesus be my Friend, If God doth love me well, What matters all my foes intend, Though strong they be and fell? Here I can firmly rest, I dare to boast of this, That God the Highest and the Best, My Friend and Father is. From dangerous snares He saves, Where'er He bids me go He checks the storms and calms the waves, That nought can work me woe. I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and His blood, For 'tis through Him that I have found The True Eternal Good. Nought have I of mine own, Nought in the life I lead, What Christ hath given me, that alone Is worth all love indeed. His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind He reigns, All care and sadness He dispels, And soothes away all pains. He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou God my Father art! When weakness on me lies, And tempts me to despair, He speaketh words and utters sighs Of more than mortal prayer; But what no tongue can tell, Thou God canst hear and see, Who readest in the heart full well If aught there pleaseth Thee. He whispers in my breast Sweet words of holy cheer, How he who seeks in God his rest Shall ever find Him near; How God hath built above A city fair and new, Where eye and heart shall see and prove What faith has counted true. There is prepared on high My heritage, my lot; Though here on earth I sink and die, My heaven shall fail me not. Though here my days are dark, And oft my tears must rain, Whene'er my Saviour's Light I mark, Lo, all is bright again. Who joins him to that Lord Whom Satan flies and hates, Shall find himself despised, abhorred, For him the burden waits Of mockery and shame, Heaped on his guiltless head; And crosses, trials, cruel blame, Shall be his daily bread. I knew it long ere now, Yet am I not afraid; The God to whom I pledged my vow, Will surely send His aid. At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save, I will not turn from Him. The world may fail and flee, Thou standest fast for ever, Nor fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee My trusting soul shall sever. No hunger, and no thirst, No poverty or pain, Let mighty princes do their worst, Shall fright me back again. No joys that angels know, No throne or wide-spread fame, No love or loss, no fear or woe, No grief of heart or shame — Man cannot aught conceive Of pleasure or of harm That e'er could tempt my soul to leave Her refuge in Thine arm. My heart for gladness springs, It cannot more be sad, For very joy it laughs and sings, Sees nought but sunshine glad. The sun that glads mine eyes Is Christ the Lord I love, I sing for joy of that which lies Stored up for us above.

Well for him who all things losing

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Anon. Meter: 9.8.9.8 Appears in 22 hymnals Lyrics: Well for him who all things losing, E'en himself doth count as nought, Still the one thing needful choosing That with all true bliss is fraught! Well for him who nothing knoweth But his God, whose boundless love Makes the heart wherein it gloweth, Calm and pure as saints above! Well for him who all forsaking Walketh not in shadows vain, But the path of peace is taking Through this vale of tears and pain! Oh that we our hearts might sever From earth's tempting vanities, Fixing them on Him for ever In whom all our fulness lies! Oh that we might Him discover Whom with longing love we've sought, Joining us to Him for ever, For without Him all is nought! Oh that ne'er our eyes might wander From our God, so might we cease Ever o'er our sins to ponder, And our conscience be at peace! Thou abyss of love and goodness, Draw us by Thy cross to Thee, That our senses, soul, and spirit Ever one with Christ may be!

Go forth, my heart, and seek delight

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In all the gifts of God's great might, These pleasant summer hours: Look how the plains for thee and me Have decked themselves most fair to see, All bright and sweet with flowers. The trees stand thick and dark with leaves, And earth o'er all here dust now weaves A robe of living green; Nor silks of Solomon compare With glories that the tulips wear, Or lilies' spotless sheen. The lark soars singing into space, The dove forsakes her hiding-place, And coos the woods among; The richly-gifted nightingale, Pours forth her voice o'er hill and dale, And floods the fields with song. Here with her brood the hen doth walk, There builds and guards his nest the stork, The fleet-winged swallows pass; The swift stag leaves his rocky home, And down the light deer bounding come To taste the long rich grass. The brooks rush gurgling through the sand, And from the trees on either hand, Cool shadows o'er them fall; The meadows at their side are glad With herds; and hark! the shepherd lad Sends forth his mirthful call. And humming, hovering to and fro, The never-wearied swarms no go To seek their honey'd food; And through the vine's yet feeble shoots Stream daily upwards from her roots New strength and juices good. The corn springs up, a wealth untold, A sight to gladden young and old, Who now their voices lift To Him who gives such plenteous store, And makes the cup of life run o'er With many a noble gift. Thy mighty working, mighty God, Wakes all my powers; I look abroad And can no longer rest: I too must sing when all things sing, And from my heart the praises ring The Highest loveth best. I think, Art Thou so good to us, And scatterest joy and beauty thus O'er this poor earth of ours; What nobler glories shall be given Hereafter in Thy shining heaven, Set round with golden towers! What thrilling joy when on our sight Christ's garden beams in cloudless light, Where all the air is sweet, Still laden with the unwearied hymn From all the thousand seraphim Who God's high praise repeat! Oh were I there! Oh that I now, Dear God, before Thy throne could bow, And bear my heavenly palm! Then like the angels would I raise My voice, and sing Thy endless praise In many a sweet-toned psalm. Nor can I now, O God, forbear, Though still this mortal yoke I wear, To utter oft Thy name; But still my heart is bent to speak Thy praises; still, though poor and weak, Would I Thy love proclaim. But help me; let Thy heavenly showers Revive and bless my fainting powers, And let me thrive and grow Beneath the summer of Thy grace, And fruits of faith bud forth apace While yet I dwell below. And set me, Lord, in Paradise When I have bloomed beneath these skies Till my last leaf is flown; Thus let me serve Thee here in time, And after, in that happier clime, And Thee, my God, alone!

O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Gerhard Tersteegen Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live, Who dost on us that sit in darkness shine, Our darkness ever with Thy Light dost strive, In vain Thou lur'st us with Thy beams divine; Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide, Gladly [will] I Thy searching glance abide. Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure Thy Light discovers there, do Thou destroy; The bitterst pain I willingly endure, Such pain is followed by eternal joy; Thou'lt cleanse me from my stains of darkest hue, And in Christ's image form my soul anew. I cannot stay the venomed power of sin, 'Tis Thy anointing only can avail; Oh make my spirit new and right within, Without Thee all my utmost efforts fail. Life to my cold dead soul I cannot give, Be Thou my life, so only shall I live. O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow All softly o'er my spirit's barren ground, The precious fulness of my God bestow, That where erst sin and shame alone were found, Faith, love, and holy reverence may upspring, In spirit and in truth to worship God our King. Oh let my thoughts, my actions and my will Obedient solely to Thy impulse move, My heart and senses keep Thou blameless still, Fixed and absorbed in God's unuttered love. Thy praying, teaching, striving, in my heart, Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart. O Fount, O Spirit, who dost take and show Things of the Son to us, who crystal clear From God's throne and the Lamb's doth ceaseless flow Into the quiet hearts that seek Thee here, I open wide my mouth, and thirsting sink Beside Thy stream, its living waves to drink. I give myself to Thee, to Thee alone, From all else sundered, Thou art ever near, The creature and myself I all disown, Trusting with inmost faith that God is here! O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we see None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee.

Why halt thus, O deluded heart

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Lehr Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.2 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Why halt thus, O deluded heart, Why waver longer in thy choice? Is it so hard to choose the part Offered by Heaven's entreating voice? Oh look with clearer eyes again, Nor strive to enter in, in vain. Press on! Remember, 'tis not Caesar's throne, Nor earthly honour, wealth or might Whereby God's favour shall be show To him who conquers in the fight; Himself and an eternity Of bliss and rest he offers thee. Press on! God crowneth no divided heart; To Him oh hallow all thy life! Who loveth Jesus but in part, he works himself much pain and strife, And gains what he deserveth well, Here conflict, and hereafter hell. Press on! Who wrestling long, with many a cry Can bid farewell at last to all, Yet ever loves the Lord most High, Loves Him alone whate'er befall, Is counted worthy of the crown, And on a kingly throne set down. Press on! Then break the rotten bonds away That hinder you your race to run, That make you linger oft and stay; Oh be your course afresh begun! Let no false rest your soul deceive, Up! 'tis a Heaven ye must receive! Press on! Omnipotence is on your side, And Wisdom watches o'er your heads, And God Himself will be your guide So ye but follow where He leads; How many guided by His hand, Have reached ere now their father-land! Press on! Nor let the body dull the soul, Its weakness, fears, and sloth despise; Man toils and roams from pole to pole To gain some earthly fleeting prize, The Highest Good he little cares To win, or striving soon despairs. Press on! Oh help each other, hasten on, Behold the goal is nigh at hand; The battle-field shall soon be won, Your King shall soon before you stand! To calmest rest He leads you now, And sets His crown upon your brow. Press on!

O God, I long Thy Light to see

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: O God, I long Thy Light to see, My God, I hourly think on Thee; Oh draw me up, nor hide Thy face, But help me from Thy holy place. As toward her sun the sunflower turns, Towards Thee, my Sun my spirit yearns; Oh would that free from sin I might Thus follow evermore Thy Light! But sin hath so within me wrought, Such deadly sickness on me brought, My languid soul sits drooping here And cannot reach the heavenly sphere. Ah how shall I my freedom win? How break this heavy yoke of sin? My fainting spirit thirsts for Thee, Come, Lord, to help and set me free. My heart is set to do Thy will, But all my deeds are faulty still; My best attempts are nothing worth, But soiled with cleaving taint of earth. Remember that I am Thy child, Forgive whate'er my soul defiled, Blot out my sins, that I may rise Freely to Thee beyond the skies. Help me to love the world no more, Be Master of my house and store, The shield of faith around me throw, And break the arrows of my foe. Fain would my heart henceforward be Fixed, O my God, alone on Thee, That heart and soul by Thee possest, May find in Thee their perfect rest. Begone, ye pleasures false and vain, Untasted, undesired remain! In heaven alone those joys abound, Where all my true delight is found. Oh take away whate'er has stood Between me and the Highest Good; I ask no better boon than this, To find in God my only bliss.

O Friend of Souls, how well is me

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Wolfgang C. Deszler Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: O Friend of Souls, how well is me, Whene'er Thy love my spirit calms! From sorrow's dungeon forth I flee, And hide me in Thy shelt'ring arms. The night of weeping flies away Before the heart-reviving ray Of love, that beams from out Thy breast; Here is my heaven on earth begun; Who were not joyful had he won In Thee, O God, his joy and rest! The world may call herself my foe, So be it; for I trust her not, E'en though a friendly face she show, And with her bounties heap my lot. In Thee alone will I rejoice, Thou art the Friend, Lord, of my choice, For Thou art true when friendships fail; 'Mid storms of woe Thy truth is still My anchor; hate me as it will, The world shall o'er me ne'er prevail. Through deserts of the cross Thou leadest, I follow leaning on Thy hand; From out the clouds Thy child Thou feedest, And giv'st him water from the sand. I know Thy wondrous ways will end In love and blessing, Thou true Friend, Enough if Thou art ever near! I know, whom Thou wilt glorify, And raise o'er sun and stars on high, Thou lead'st through depths and darkness here. To others Death seems dark and grim, But not, Thou Life of life, to me; I know Thou ne'er forsakest him Whose heart and spirit rest in Thee. Oh who would fear his journey's close, If from dark woods and lurking foes, He then found safety and release? Nay, rather with a joyful heart From this dark region I depart To Thy eternal light and peace. O Friend of souls, then well indeed Is me, when on Thy love I lean! The world, nor pain, nor death I heed, Since Thou, my God, my joy hast been. Oh let this peace that Thou hast given Be but a foretaste of Thy heaven, For goodness infinite is Thine. Hence, world, with all thy flattering toys! In God alone be all my joys; Oh rich delight, my Friend is mine!