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With joy shall I behold the day

Author: James Merrick Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 29 hymnals Lyrics: 1 With joy shall I behold the day That calls my willing soul away, To dwell among the blest: For, lo! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And points me to His Rest. 2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes, The heaven-built towers of Salem rise; Their glory I survey; I view her mansions that contain The angel host, a beauteous train, And shine with cloudless day. 3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeem'd of God ascend, Borne on immortal wing; There, crown'd with everlasting joy, In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ, Before th' Almighty King. 4 Mother of cities! o'er thy head Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, For evermore shall dwell: Let me, blest seat! my name behold Among thy citizens enroll'd And bid the world farewell. Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871
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Whene'er I Look Into Thy Word

Author: Samuel Pearce, 1766-1799 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: Whene’er I look into Thy word Lyrics: 1 Whene’er I look into Thy word, And read about my dearest Lord, The friend of sinful man, And trace my Savior’s footsteps there; What humble love, what holy fear, Through all His conduct ran! 2 If I regard the matchless grace He showed unto the human race, How He for them became A poor sojourner here below, Oppressed by pain and sorrow too, I can’t but love His name. 3 And when I view His love to God, Those steps in which the Savior trod, I long to tread them too; I long to be inspired with zeal, To execute my Father’s will, As Jesus used to do. 4 I read, that He on duty bent, To lonely places often went, To seek His Father there: The early morn and dewy ground Can witness, they the Savior found, Engaged in fervent prayer. 5 And did my Savior use to pray, Before the light unveiled the day; And shall I backward be? No, dearest Lord, forbid the thought, Help me to fight as Jesus fought, Each foe that hinders me. 6 And you, my friends, who love His name, Who love to imitate the Lamb, And more of Jesus know; Come let us all surround His throne, And see what blessings on His own Our Savior will bestow. 7 Though fears be great, temptations strong, And though we oft have waited long, Perhaps He may design This morn to give each soul to see, And say with Paul, "He died for me," And my Redeemer’s mine. 8 Now cheerful we’ll begin to pray, That He will wash our sins away In His atoning blood; That He His blessing may bestow, And give each sinner here to know That he’s a child of God. Used With Tune: ADOWA
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Within the Church's Sacred Fold

Author: Katherine D. Cornish Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Within the Church’s sacred fold Lyrics: Substitute she/her for he/him if appropriate. 1. Within the Church’s sacred fold, By holy sacrament enrolled, Another lamb we lay: An heir before of sin and shame, Now in the holy triune name His guilt is washed away. 2. O loving Father, Thee we pray Look on this babe newborn today, Thine own adopted child; An angel guard do Thou bestow To lead him in Thy paths below, And guide him through the wild. 3. O God the Son, Thou heavenly vine, Protect this tender branch of Thine Through all that may betide; Forever nourished may he be With sap divine that flows from Thee, In Thee for aye abide. 4. Blest Spirit, whose indwelling grace Has given this little one a place Among the heirs of life; O breathe Thy sevenfold gifts within, And keep Thy temple pure from sin In midst of worldly strife. 5. So, holy Trinity, by Thee Divinely trained this babe may be In faith and hope and love; So may he gain, earth’s waves o’erpast, His bright inheritance at last With all Thy saints above. Used With Tune: KENILWORTH Text Sources: Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1875

Hark, how the gospel trumpet charms!

Author: Anonymous Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal
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Peace And Good Will

Author: Harriet M. Kimball Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Lyrics: 1 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Year after year with sweet increase The heav’nly carol swells: The holy tale of Jesu’s birth In ever widening circles earth With tongues unnumbered tells. 2 Once more the vision glorified Appears with blessèd Christmastide— The virgin full of grace; And in her arms the Child divine, The God-Man born of David’s line, New head of Adam’s race. 3 The very nature that we wear, His Godhead veiled, He stoops to share In great humility; And angel legions round Him close And Heav’n with boundless praise o’erflows That such a love could be. 4 But neither round His infant brow The crown of thorns (pre-woven now) Created eyes behold; Nor in those infant arms that reach In mute appeal, in lieu of speech, The cross those arms infold. 5 Yet crown of thorns and holy rood (The tree of life, the mystic wood), His spotless sacrifice, His anguish and His triumph, all Are shadowed here in Bethlehem’s stall Though hidden from our eyes. 6 Here, too, begins His wondrous reign; Confessors, martyrs, lead His train Of humble souls and pure; Not of this world His kingdom is; All others fade away, but His Forever shall endure. 7 His sword is truth, His armor love; His Spirit as a tender dove Broods o’er this troubled life; He pities, pardons, strengthens, feeds; He binds the breaking heart that bleeds; To peace transformeth strife. 8 Where’er the Marah waters spring Of want or wrong or suffering And men of Him entreat, His cross all crimsoned with His blood He casts into the bitter flood And makes those waters sweet. 9 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" What wonder that with glad increase The heav’nly carol swells; And on the story of His birth In ever widening circles earth With wondering rapture dwells! Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Poems (New York: Anson D. F. Randolph, 1889)

O Christian Home

Author: Joshua F. Drake Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Christian home, you humble place

Overruling All for Good

Author: Benjamin Beddome Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In never ceasing songs of praise Text Sources: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors by John Rippon, Tenth Edition, 1800
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Great Mover of All Hearts

Author: Charles Coffin; Isaac Williams Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 15 hymnals First Line: Great mover of all hearts, whose hand Lyrics: 1. Great mover of all hearts, whose hand Doth all the secret springs command Of human thought and will, Thou, since the world was made, dost bless Thy saints with fruits of holiness, Their order to fulfill. 2. Faith, hope, and love here weave one chain; But love alone shall then remain When this short day is gone: O love, O truth, O endless light, When shall we see Thy Sabbath bright With all our labors done? 3. We sow ’mid perils here and tears; There the glad hand the harvest bears, Which here in grief hath sown: Great Three in One, the increase give; Thy gifts of grace, by which we live, With heavenly glory crown. Used With Tune: CHAPEL ROYAL Text Sources: Paris Breviary, 1736; Hymns Translated from the Parisian Breviary, 1839
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Fröhlich Soll Mein Herze Springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 90 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen Dieser Zeit, Da vor Freud’ Alle Engel singen. Hört, hört, wie mit vollen Chören Alle Luft Laute ruft: Christus ist geboren! 2 Heute geht aus seiner Kammer Gottes Held, Der die Welt Reisst aus allem Jammer. Gott wird Mensch dir, Mensch, zugute. Gottes Kind, Das verbind’t Sich mit unserm Blute. 3 Sollt’ uns Gott nin können hassen, Der uns gibt, Was er liebt Über alle Massen? Gott gibt, unserm Leid zu wehren, Seinen Sohn Aus dem Thron Seiner Macht und Ehren. 4 Sollte von uns sein gekehret, Der sein Reich und zugleich Sich uns selbst verehret? Sollt’ uns Gottes Sohn nicht lieben, Der jetzt kömmt, Von uns nimmt, Was uns will betrueben? 5 Hätte vor der Menschen Orden Unser Heil Einen Greu’l, Wär’er nicht Mensch worden. Hätt’ er Lust zu unserm Schaden, Ei, so würd’ Unsre Bürd’ Er nicht auf sich laden. 6 Er nimmt auf sich, was auf Erden Wir getan, Gibt sich an, Unser Lamm zu werden, Unser Lamm, das für uns stirbet Und bei Gott für den Tod Gnad’ und Fried’ erwirbet. 7 Nun, er liegt in seiner Krippen, Ruft zu sich Mich und dich, Spricht mit suessen Lippen: Lasset fahr’n, o liebe Brueder, Was euch quaelt, Was euch fehlt, Ich bring’ alles wieder. 8 Ei, so kommt und lasst uns laufen! Stellt euch ein, Gross und klein, Eilt mit grossem Haufen! Liebt den, der vor Liebe brennet; Schaut den Stern, Der uns gern Licht und Labsal goennet. 9 Die ihr schwebt in grossen Leiden, Sehet, hier Ist die Tuer Zu den wahren Freuden. Fasst ihn wohl, er wird euch führen An den Ort, Da hinfort Euch kein Kreuz wird rühren. 10 Wer sich fühlt beschwert im Herzen, Wer empfind’t Seine Sünd’ Und Gewissensschmerzen, Sei getrost, hier wird gefunden, Der in Eil’ Machet heil Die vergift’ten Wunden. 11 Die ihr arm seid und elende, Kommt herbei, Füllet frei Eures Glaubens Hände! Hier sind alle guten Gaben Und das Gold, Da ihr sollt Euer Herz mit laben. 12 Süsses Heil, lass dich umfangen, Lass mich dir, Meine Zier, Unverrückt anhangen! Du bist meines Lebens Leben; Nun kann ich Mich durch dich Wohl zufrieden geben. 13 Meine Schuld kann mich nicht drücken, Denn du hast Meine Last All’ auf deinem Rücken. Kein Fleck ist an mir zu finden, Ich bin gar Rein und klar Aller meiner Sünden. 14 Ich bin rein um deinetwillen; Du gibst g’nug Ehr’ und Schmuck, Mich darein zu hüllen. Ich will dich ins Herze schliessen; O mein Ruhm, Edle Blum’, Lass dich recht geniessen! 15 Ich will dich mit Fleiss bewahren, Ich will dir Leben hier, Dir will ich abfahren; Mit dir will ich endlich schweben Voller Freud’ Ohne Zeit Dort im andern Leben. Used With Tune: EBELING Text Sources: Praxis Pietatis Melica, 1656

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