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Blessed Savior, Thou Didst Suffer

Author: Grace Ednay Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Blessèd Savior, Thou didst suffer Little ones to come to Thee. Lo! we offer now our tribute, Let our praise accepted be; ’Mid the hallelujahs ringing, ’Mid the burst of angel song, Stoop to hear our childish singing, Listen to an infant throng. 2 For a cry of deepest sorrow Comes across the waters blue: Ye who know salvation’s story, Haste to help and save us, too; Shed, oh, shed the Gospel glory O’er the darkness of our night, Till the gloomy shadows vanish In its full and blessèd light. 3 For the poor benighted millions We can give and work and pray, And our gifts and prayers united, Sure will speed that happy day, When, no more to idols bowing, All shall own our Jesus king, And ten thousand voices ringing Shall His praise victorious sing. Used With Tune: CALON LÂN Text Sources: Missionary Services and Hymnal (Baltimore: Pearre E. Crown & Company, 1895)

Tsy mangataka aho Tompo (I don't want anything, O Lord)

Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: CALON LÂN

Abba, Father! We Approach Thee

Author: James Deck Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 21 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Abba, Father! We approach Thee In our Savior’s precious name; We, Thy children, here assembled, Now Thy promised blessing claim; From our sins His blood hath washed us, ’Tis through Him our souls draw nigh, And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us, Abba, Father, thus to cry. 2. Once as prodigals we wandered In our folly far from Thee, But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding, Rescued us from misery; Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned, Kissed us with a Father’s love, Spread the festive board, and called us, E’er to dwell with Thee above. 3. Clothed in garments of salvation, At Thy table is our place, We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest, In the riches of Thy grace; It is meet, we hear Thee saying, We should merry and be glad, I have found My once lost children, Now they live who once were dead. 4. Abba, Father! all adore Thee, All rejoice in Heav’n above, While in us they learn the wonders Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love; Soon before Thy throne assembled, All Thy children shall proclaim, Glory, everlasting glory, Be to God and to the Lamb! Used With Tune: CALON LÂN Text Sources: Hymns for the Poor of the Flock, 1841

The Legion Dispossessed

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 11 hymnals First Line: Legion was my name, by nature Lyrics: 1 Legion was my name, by nature Satan raged within my breast; Never misery was greater, Never sinner more possessed: Mischievous to all around me, To myself the greatest foe; Thus I was when Jesus found me, Filled with madness, sin, and woe. 2 Yet in this forlorn condition When He came to set me free; I replied to my physician, "What have I to do with Thee?" But He would not be prevented, Rescued me against my will; Had He stayed ’till I consented, I had been a captive still. 3 "Satan, though thou fain would’st have it, Know this soul is none of thine; I have shed My blood to save it, Now I challenge it for Mine; Though it long has thee resembled, Henceforth it shall Me obey"; Thus He spoke, while Satan trembled, Gnashed his teeth, and fled away. 4 Thus my frantic soul He healèd, Bid my sins and sorrows cease; "Take," said He, "My pardon sealèd, I have saved thee, go in peace"; Rather take me, Lord, to Heaven, Now Thy love and grace I know; Since Thou hast my sins forgiven, Why should I remain below? 5 "Love," He said, "will sweeten labors, Thou hast something yet to do: Go and tell your friends and neighbors, What My love has done for you: Live to manifest My glory, Wait for Heav’n a little space; Sinners, when they hear thy story, Will repent and seek My face." Used With Tune: CALON LÂN Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1

All Who Love and Serve Your City

Author: Erik Routley Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 35 hymnals Used With Tune: CALON LÂN

Shelter safely in the shadow

Author: David G. Preston Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: The Christian Life Submission and Trust; Travel Scripture: Psalm 91 Used With Tune: CALON LÅN

Lowly Bending At Thy Footstool

Author: Unknown Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Lowly bending at Thy footstool, Humbly kneeling at Thy feet, Lord, I come, with deep contrition, Thy forgiveness to entreat. Far from Thee my heart has wandered, Filled with trifling, earthly thought, Never do I seem to love Thee, Or to serve Thee as I ought. 2 When Thy sacred Book I’m reading, When its leaves with glory shine, When the Spirit is revealing To my soul some truth divine, Even then there come to vex me Thoughts I do not love or seek, Proving that my faith is wavering, That my strength is growing weak. 3 Lord, on Thee I cast this burden, Helpless in this fight am I; Hear my prayer, O God, for succor, Hear Thy servant’s earnest cry: Oh forgive my past transgressions, All these wandering thoughts remove, Fill my heart to overflowing With my precious Savior’s love. Used With Tune: CALON LÂN Text Sources: Songs of Gladness (London: Sunday School Union, 1871)

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

Author: William R. Wallace Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: They say that man is mighty Lyrics: 1 They say that man is mighty, He governs land and sea; He wields a mighty scepter O’er lesser powers that be; By a mightier power and stronger, Man from his throne is hurled, And the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. 2 Blessings on the hand of woman! Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, no matter where the place! Would that never storms assailed it, Rainbows ever gently curled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. 3 Infancy’s the tender fountain, Power may with beauty flow; Mother’s first to guide the streamlets, From them souls unresting grow; Grow on for the good or evil, Sunshine streamed or darkness hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. 4 Woman, how divine your mission Here upon our natal sod! Keep, oh, keep the young heart open Always to the breath of God! All true trophies of the ages Are from mother-love impearled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. 5 Blessings on the hand of woman! Fathers, sons and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled With the worship in the sky— Mingles where no tempest darkens, Rainbows evermore are curled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. Used With Tune: CALON LÅN