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The Annunciation
Author: Adelia C. Graves Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8013 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: ’Twas night upon Judea’s hills Lyrics: 1 ’Twas night upon Judea’s hills,
And sparkling shone her thousand rills
Beneath a starry sky;
While shepherds, on the dewy grass,
Watched the nocturnal shadows pass,
Till midnight hours drew nigh.
2 When, from the crystal walls above,
The white-winged messengers of love,
On joyous errand bent,
Sang through each upland, glade and glen,
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
Your Savior now is sent.
3 Judea’s hills take up the song,
Judea’s vales the strain prolong,
Peace and good-will and joy.
And mortal tongues, through endless days,
Shall chant the same in nobler lays,
And find it sweet employ. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
The Annunciation
O Let Your Mingling Voices Rise
Author: Mary A. Jevons Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8348 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O let your mingling voices rise
In grateful rapture to the skies,
And hail a Savior’s birth;
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came,
To bless the sons of earth.
2 He comes to bid the weary rest,
To heal the sinner’s wounded breast,
To bind the broken heart;
To spread the light of truth around,
And to the world’s remotest bound
The heavenly gift impart.
3 He comes our sinking souls to save,
From sin, from sorrow, and the grave,
And chase our fears away;
Triumphant over death and time,
To lead us to a happier clime,
Where reigns eternal day.
4 Then let your mingling voices rise,
In grateful rapture to the skies,
And hail a Savior’s birth;
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came,
To bless the sons of earth. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
O Let Your Mingling Voices Rise
Behold What Splendor, Hear That Shout
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9577 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Behold what splendor, hear that shout, Lyrics: 1 Behold what splendor, hear that shout,
Heaven opens, angels issue out,
And throng the nether sky;
What joyful tidings do they bring,
Rapt at the approach of Israel’s king!
They speak their monarch nigh.
2 Why doth the King approach our land?
Comes He with terror in His hand,
The merits of our crimes?
Shepherds be glad, He comes with peace,
Not wrath but universal grace,
To bless earth’s distant climes.
3 See Heaven’s great heir, a virgin’s son,
Behold a manger for His throne,
Though spotless He must die;
Your is the guilt, but His the pain,
His is the sorrow, yours the gain,
Then let His praise be high. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Behold What Splendor, Hear That Shout
Come, Let Us Sing With Joyful Mirth
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9777 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us sing with joyful mirth
The mystery of Immanuel’s birth,
Who, virgin born, is here;
The middle wall no longer stands,
No flaming sword in cherub’s hands
Inspires the soul with fear.
2 See, clear the pathway open lies
That upward leads to paradise,
Where stands the tree of life;
And freely may I enter in,
Whence I was driven by mortal sin,
And worsted in the strife.
3 For He, the Father’s only Son,
A glorious work hath now begun,
Descending from above
In servant’s form, though yet the Son,
Unchanging while the ages run,
To win us by His love.
4 Come, now, let hearts united be
To laud His praises joyfully,
The God-Man born today.
And let Thy mercy reach us now,
For pitiful and kind art Thou,
O Virgin Born, we pray. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Come, Let Us Sing With Joyful Mirth
Stay, Thou Too Happy Sinner, Stay
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9806 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Stay, thou too happy sinner, stay,
Smooth gliding down the flowery way,
The broad, frequented road;
Gay wretch, that dost in pleasure live,
And all thy joy from earth receive,
Thy soul is dead to God!
2 When death doth soul and body part,
If dead to God even then thou art,
Excluded from the skies,
Shut up in darkness palpable,
And justly left to its own hell,
Thy soul for ever dies. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Stay, Thou Too Happy Sinner, Stay
Jesus, Thy Saving Name I Bless
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10900 Meter: 8.8.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thy saving name I bless,
Delivered out of my distress,
Thy faithfulness I prove;
I magnify Thy mercy’s power;
My refuge in the trying hour
Was Thy almighty love.
2 Snatched from the rage of cruel men,
Brought up out of the lion’s den,
And thro’ the burning flame:
Jesus, Thine outstretched hand I see,
Might, wisdom, strength ascribe to Thee,
And bless Thy saving name.
3 Hereby Thou favorest me, I know,
Because Thou wouldst not let the foe
My hunted soul destroy;
Better than life Thy favor is,
’Tis pure delight, and perfect bliss,
And everlasting joy.
4 Saved by a miracle of grace,
Lord, I with thankful heart embrace
The token of Thy love:
This, this, the comfortable sign,
That I the first born church shall join,
And bless Thy name above. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Jesus, Thy Saving Name I Bless
Jesu, Thy Weak Disciples See
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11461 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, Thy weak disciples see,
Entreated in the world like Thee,
Partakers of Thy shame;
Because we will not let Thee go,
Sweet fellowship with Thee to know,
And suffer for Thy name.
2 Thy marks we in our body bear,
Our master’s cross we daily share,
And bless the sacred sign,
Here buffeted for doing well,
We thankfully accept the seal,
And feel that we are Thine.
3 Our back we to the smiters give,
Evil for good with joy receive,
Nor meanly strive to hide
From spitting, and from shame our face,
But glory in the full disgrace
Of Jesus crucified.
4 For Thy dear sake we suffer wrong,
And persecuted all day long,
We thus the crown ensure,
As sheep appointed to be slain,
Our portion of contempt and pain
We to the end endure.
5 We in Thy strength can all things do,
Thro’ Thee can all things suffer too,
When Thou the power shalt give,
We then by faith shall see Thee stand
The Great High Priest at God’s right hand,
Our spirits to receive.
6 Wherefore to Thee our souls we trust,
Our Savior to the uttermost
To Thee we boldly come,
With joy upon our heads return,
High on the wings of angels borne
To our eternal home. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Jesu, Thy Weak Disciples See
Not Of Terrestial Mortal Themes
Author: Samuel Medley, 1738-1799 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11758 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Not of terrestrial mortal themes Lyrics: 1 Not of terrestrial mortal themes
Not of the world’s delusive dreams
My soul attempts to sing;
But of that theme divinely true,
Ever delightful, ever new—
My Jesus and my king.
2 Oh could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine!
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.
3 Upon the theme I’d ever dwell,
And in transporting raptures tell
What I in Jesus see;
I’d sing with more than mortal voice,
And lose my life amidst the joys
Of what He is to me.
4 Prostrate before His throne I’d fall,
And bless His holy name for all
The riches of His grace.
I’d sing how glorious power subdued,
I’d sing how sovereign love renewed
The vilest of the race.
5 I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
6 I’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known.
7 But ah! I’m still in clay confined,
And mortal passions clog my mind,
And downward drag me still;
O when shall I attain the skies,
And to immortal glories rise
On Zion’s heavenly hill?
8 Well, the delightful day will come,
When He, dear Lord! will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Not Of Terrestial Mortal Themes
Begin, My Soul, Th'Exalted Lay
Author: John Ogilvie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11967 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Begin, my soul, th’exalted lay Lyrics: 1 Begin, my soul, th’exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th’Almighty’s name;
Lo! Heav’n and earth, and seas, and skies
In one melodious concert rise
To swell th’inspiring theme!
2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!
Your maker’s wondrous power proclaim,
Tell how He formed your shining frame,
And breathed the fluid air.
3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound!
While all th’adoring throngs around
His wondrous mercy sing;
Let every listening saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir!
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire
The mighty chorus aid;
Soon as grey evening gilds the plain,
Thou moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise Him in the shade.
5 Thou, Heav’n of heav’ns, His vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God!
Ye thunders, speak His power!
Lo! on the lightning’s gleamy wing
In triumph walks th’eternal King,
Th’astonished worlds adore.
6 Whate’er the gazing eye can find,
The warms or soothes the musing mind,
United praise bestow;
Ye dragons, sound His dreadful name
To Heav’n aloud, and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps, below!
7 Let every element rejoice:
Ye tempests, raise your mighty voice
Praise Him who bid you roll!
His praise in softer notes declare
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
8 To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow!
Ye towering mountains, bending low,
Your great creator own!
Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at His look,
And trembled at His frown.
9 Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects fluttering on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise!
Crop the gay rose’s vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.
10 Wake, all ye mounting throngs, and sing!
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,
To Him who shaped your finer mold,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.
11 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav’nly praise employ;
Spread His tremendous name around,
Till Heav’n’s broad arch ring back the sound,
The general burst of joy.
12 Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nursed on the silky lap of ease,
Fall prostrate at His throne!
Ye princes, rulers, all adore!
Praise Him, ye kings! who makes your power
An image of His own.
13 Ye fair, by nature formed to move,
O praise th’eternal source of love
With youth’s enlivening fire!
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh His blest name—then soar away,
And ask an angel’s lyre. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
Begin, My Soul, Th'Exalted Lay
To Whom In Peril And Distress
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12903 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To whom in peril and distress
While growing ills our land oppress,
Should we for refuge fly?
Jesus, from age to age the same,
We find, confiding in Thy name,
The strength of Israel nigh.
2 Of wars and rumored wars we hear,
But Thy command forbids our fear,
And unbelieving haste;
In Thee our quiet souls we hide
And safe beneath Thy wings abide,
Till every storm is past.
3 Our only care Thy grace to gain
And steadfast in the faith remain
Which sweetly works by love,
To prove Thine acceptable will
And all Thy dear commands fulfill
As angels do above.
4 Us, whom Thy mind and Spirit arm,
Nor sword nor pestilence can harm,
Nor earth or hell annoy;
The plagues that on the wicked seize
Can never interrupt our peace,
Or rob us of our joy.
5 We thus to meet our God prepare,
By constant watchfulness and prayer,
By toils of love renewed,
Assured that all events shall join
Accomplishing Thy blest design
In our eternal good.
6 O Son of Man, O God most high
We on Thy faithful word rely
For persevering grace,
Till fully saved and counted meet
We stand, in holiness complete,
Before Thy glorious face. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES
To Whom In Peril And Distress
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