My Starred Hymns
My FlexScores
My Hymnals
My Purchased Files
Planning worship?
Check out our sister site, ZeteoSearch.org,
for 20+ additional resources related to your search.
- |
User Links
Instance Results
How Happy Those Who Walk in Truth
Author: Timothy Dudley-Smith Hymnal: Scripture Song Database #1544 (2008) Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: [How Happy Those Who Walk in Truth] Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English
How Happy Those Who Walk in Truth
The Vision of the Living God
Author: Christopher M. Idle Hymnal: Scripture Song Database #3516 (2008) Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: [The Vision of the Living God] Scripture: Ezekiel 1:2 Languages: English
The Vision of the Living God
The Lost Soul
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9859 Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: Descend, O sinner, to the woe! Lyrics: 1 Descend, O sinner, to the woe!
Thy day of hope is done;
Light shall revisit thee no more,
Life with its sanguine dreams is o’er,
Love reaches not yon awful shore;
For ever sets thy sun!
2 Pass down to the eternal dark;
Yet not for rest nor sleep;
Thine is the everlasting tomb,
Thine the inexorable doom,
The moonless, mornless, sunless gloom,
Where souls for ever weep.
3 Depart, lost soul, thy tears to weep,
Thy never drying tears;
To sigh the never ending sigh,
To send up the unheeded cry,
Into the unresponding sky,
Whose silence mocks thy fears.
4 Call upon God; He hears no more;
Call upon death; ’tis dead;
Ask the live lightnings in their flight,
Seek for some sword of hell and night,
The worm that never dies to smite;
No weapon strikes its head.
5 Thou livest, and must ever live;
But life is now thy foe;
Thine is the sorrow shriveled brow,
Thine the eternal heartache now,
’Neath the long burden thou must bow,
The living death of woe.
6 Thy songs are at an end; thy harp
Shall solace thee no more;
All mirth has perished on thy grave,
The melody that could not save
Has died upon death’s sullen wave
That flung thee on this shore.
7 Earth, with its waves, and woods, and winds,
Its stars, and suns, and streams,
Its joyous air and gentle skies,
Filled with all happy melodies,
Has passed, or, with dark memories,
Comes back in torturing dreams.
8 Never again shalt thou behold,
As when a bounding boy,
The fresh buds of the fragrant spring,
Its song birds on their April wing,
And all its vales a-blossoming;
Or summer’s rosy joy.
9 No river of forgetfulness,
As poets dreamed and sung,
Rolls yonder to efface the past,
To quench the sense of what thou wast,
To soothe or end thy pain at last,
Or cool thy burning tongue.
10 No God is there; no Christ; for He,
Whose word on earth was "Come,"
Hath said, "Depart: go, lost one, go,
Reap the sad harvest thou didst sow,
Join yon lost angels in their woe,
Their prison is thy home."
11 Descend, O sinner, to the gloom!
Hear the deep judgment-knell
Send forth its terror-shrieking sound
These walls of adamant around,
And filling to its utmost bound
Thy woeful, woeful hell.
12 Depart, O sinner, to the chain!
Enter the eternal cell;
To all that’s good, and true, and right,
To all that’s fond, and fair, and bright,
To all of holiness and light,
Bid thou thy last farewell! Languages: English Tune Title: BOGNOR REGIS
The Lost Soul
The King Has Come
Author: William W. Smith Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9875 Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: Let heathen rage, and kings combine Lyrics: 1 Let heathen rage, and kings combine,
But Jesus reigneth still;
"O let us break His bonds" they say,
"And cast His cords from us away."
Yet shall He reign in endless day,
His throne is Zion’s hill.
2 Our God declares the firm decree,
"My Son, this day art Thou;
O ask, and I shall give to Thee
The utmost land by every sea;
The glory of the earth shall be
A crown upon Thy brow."
3 Thou, Christ, shalt rule with rod of power,
Thy might with awe we see;
We kiss the hand that saves from woe,
And follow where Thy footsteps go;
O blessèd are the saints below,
Who put their trust in Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: COLLEGE PARK
The King Has Come
The Graves Of Ocean
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11306 Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: Deep down beneath th’unresting surge Lyrics: 1 Deep down beneath th’unresting surge
There is a peaceful tomb;
Storm raves above, calm reigns below;
Safe, safe from ocean’s wreck and woe;
Safe from its tide’s unceasing flow,
The weary find a home.
2 Calm shelter from time’s vexing winds;
Sure anchorage at last!
The blinding sea-drift blinds not here;
No breaker’s boom the sleepers fear,
No angry typhoon hovers near
Their latest storm is past.
3 Done now with peril and with toil,
They sleep the blessed sleep.
The last wild hurricane is o’er;
All silent now life’s thunder-roar,
All quiet now the wreck-strewn shore;
’Tis we, not they, who weep.
4 Who dies in Christ the Lord dies well,
Though on the lonely main;
As soft the pillow of the deep,
As tranquil the uncurtained sleep
As on the couch where fond ones weep;
And they shall rise again.
5 Not safer on the sea of glass
Before the throne of God!
As sacred is that ocean cave,
Where weeds instead of myrtles wave;
As near to God that unknown grave,
As the dear churchyard’s sod.
6 O’er the loved clay God sets His watch,
The angels guard it well,
Till summoned by the trumpet loud,
Like star emerging from the cloud,
Or blossom from its sheltering shroud,
It leaves its ocean cell.
7 The sea shall give them back, though death
The well known form destroy;
Nor rock, nor sand, nor foam can chain,
Nor mortal prison house retain;
Each atom shall awake again,
And rise with song and joy.
8 The cold sea’s coldest, hardest depths
Shall hear the trump of God;
Death’s reign on sea and land is o’er,
God’s treasured dust He must restore;
God’s buried gems He holds no more,
Beneath or wave or clod.
9 When the cold pillow covered them,
No solemn prayer was said;
Yet not the less their crown shall be
In the great morn of victory,
When, from their mortal fetters free,
They leave their peaceful bed.
10 What though to speak the words of love
No dear ones then should come.
Without a name upon their bier,
A brother’s or a sister’s tear,
Their Heaven will be as bright and near
As from their boyhood’s home.
11 Star of the promised morning, rise!
Star of the throbbing wave,
Ascend! and o’er the sable brine
With resurrection splendor shine;
Burst through the clouds with beams divine,
Mighty to shine and save.
12 O Morning Star! O risen Lord!
Destroyer of the tomb!
Star of the living and the dead,
Lift up at length Thy long veiled head,
O’er land and sea Thy glories shed;
Light of the morning, come!
13 Into each tomb Thy radiance pour,
Let life, not death, prevail,
Make haste, great Conqueror, make haste!
Call up the dead of ages past,
Gather Thy precious gems at last,
From ocean’s deepest vale.
14 Speak, mighty Life, and wake the dead!
Like statue from the stone,
Like music from long broken strings,
Like gushings from deserted springs,
Like dew upon the dawn’s soft wings,
Rouse each belovèd one! Languages: English Tune Title: MONTREAL
The Graves Of Ocean
Pages
