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Immortal Love, forever full
Author: John G. Whittier Hymnal: The Hymnal #178 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 Immortal Love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!
2 We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.
3 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
4 The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.
Amen. Tune Title: SERENITY
Immortal Love, forever full
I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Author: Rev. Harry Webb Farrington Hymnal: The Hymnal #181 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Could in the Godhead be;
I only know the Manger Child
Has brought God's life to me.
2 I know not how that Calvary's cross
A world from sin could free;
I only know its matchless love
Has brought God's love to me.
3 I know not how that Joseph's tomb
Could solve death's mystery;
I only know a living Christ,
Our immortality.
Amen. Tune Title: EXETER
I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender
Author: Frank Fletcher Hymnal: The Hymnal #177 (1950) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Tune Title: CHARTERHOUSE
O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender
I hunger and I thirst
Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #331 (1899) Topics: Christ Living Bread; Christ Living Bread Lyrics: 1 I hunger and I thirst;
Jesus, my manna be;
Ye living waters, burst
Out of the Rock for me.
Thou bruised and broken Bread!
My life-long wants supply;
As living souls are fed,
Oh, feed me or I die.
2 Thou true life-giving Vine!
Let me Thy sweetness prove;
Renew my life with Thine,
Refresh my soul with love.
Rough paths my feet have trod,
Since first their course began;
Feed me, Thou Bread of God!
Help me, Thou Son of Man!
3 For still the desert lies
My thirsting soul before,
O Living Waters! rise
Within me evermore.
To Father, and to Son,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Eternal Three in One,
Eternal glory be.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBER
I hunger and I thirst
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #176 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
A Prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A Prayer of the afflicted
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #177 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #177 (1790) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
We bear the strain of earthly care
Author: Rev. Ozora Stearns Davis Hymnal: The Hymnal #179 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 We bear the strain of earthly care,
But bear it not alone;
Beside us walks our Brother Christ
And makes our task His own.
2 Through din of market, whirl of wheels,
And thrust of driving trade,
We follow where the Master leads,
Serene and unafraid.
3 The common hopes that make us men
Were His in Galilee;
The tasks He gives are those He gave
Beside the restless sea.
4 Our brotherhood still rests in Him,
The Brother of us all,
And o'er the centuries still we hear
The Master's winsome call.
Amen. Tune Title: AZMON
We bear the strain of earthly care
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #187 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
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