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Oh pan del cielo (O Bread of Heaven)

Author: Juan Bautista Cabrera, 1837-1916; Mary Louise Bringle, n. 1953 Hymnal: Santo, Santo, Santo #687 (2019) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: Oh pan del cielo, dulce bien (O bread of heaven, precious blood) Topics: Cena del Señor; Lord's Supper Scripture: John 6:35-40 Languages: English; Spanish Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

Fountain of Knowledge, Living Breath

Author: John J. Overholt; John Quarles (1624-1665) Hymnal: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #702 (1972) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Book One: Hymns, Songs, Chorales; The Christian School Scripture: James 1:5 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG NEW

My Song Forever Shall Record

Hymnal: Voices United #804 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My song forever shall record your tender mercies, O my God, your faithfulness will I proclaim, and every age shall know your name. I sing of mercies that endure, of faithfulness forever sure. 2 Almighty God, your lofty throne has justice for its cornerstone; and shining bright before your face are truth and love and boundless grace. The heavens shall join in glad accord to praise your wondrous work and word. 3 The swelling sea obeys your will; its angry waves your voice can still. And yours, by right, the heavens and earth, the world in life, in death, in birth. The whole creation’s wondrous frame proclaims its Maker’s glorious name. 4 With blessing is the nation crowned whose people know the joyful sound; they in the light, O God, shall live, the light your face and favour give. All glory unto God we yield, who is our constant help and shield. Scripture: Psalm 89 Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #947 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Come, O thou traveler unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2. I need not tell Thee who I am, My misery and sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name, Look on Thy hands, and read it there; But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. 3. In vain Thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold! Art Thou the man that died for me? The secret of Thy love unfold; Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 4. Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am; Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 5. ’Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue Or touch the hollow of my thigh; Though every sinew be unstrung, Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly; Wrestling I will not let Thee go Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 6. What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long? I rise superior to my pain, When I am weak, then I am strong And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail. 7. My strength is gone, my nature dies, I sink beneath Thy weighty hand, Faint to revive, and fall to rise; I fall, and yet by faith I stand; I stand and will not let Thee go Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 8. Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if Thy name is Love. 9. ’Tis Love! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear Thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love Thou art; To me, to all, Thy bowels move; Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 10. My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see Thee face to face, I see Thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 11. I know Thee, Savior, who Thou art. Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend; Nor wilt Thou with the night depart. But stay and love me to the end, Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 12. The Sun of righteousness on me Hath rose with healing in His wings, Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee My soul its life and succor brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 13. Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life’s short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness I On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move: Thy nature, and Thy name is Love. 14. Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o’ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home, Through all eternity to prove Thy nature and Thy name is Love. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

The Day the Christ-Child's Tender Eyes

Author: May R. Smith, 1842-1927 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1152 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. The day the Christ-child’s tender eyes Unveiled their beauty on the earth, God lit a new star in the skies To flash the message of His birth; And wise men read the glowing sign, And came to greet the Child divine. 2. Low kneeling in the stable’s gloom, Their precious treasures they unrolled; The place was rich with sweet perfume; Upon the floor lay gifts of gold. And thus adoring they did bring To Christ the earliest offering. 3. I think no nimbus wreathed the head Of the young King so rudely throned; The quilt of hay beneath Him spread The sleepy kine beside Him owned; And here and there in the torn thatch The sky thrust in a starry patch. 4. Oh, when was new-born monarch shrined Within such canopy as this? The birds have cradles feather lined; And for their new babes princesses Have sheets of lace without a flaw, His pillow was a wisp of straw! 5. He chose this way, it may have been, That those poor mothers, everywhere, Whose babies in the world’s great inn Find scanty cradle-room and fare, As did the Babe of Bethlehem, May find somewhat to comfort them. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

How Good It Is to Thank the Lord

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2370 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. How good it is to thank the Lord, And praise to Thee, Most High, accord, To show Thy love with morning light, And tell Thy faithfulness each night; Yea, good it is Thy praise to sing, And all our sweetest music bring. 2. O Lord, with joy my heart expands, Before the wonders of Thy hands; Great works, Jehovah, Thou hast wrought, Exceeding deep Thine every thought; A foolish man knows not their worth, Nor he whose mind is of the earth. 3. When as the grass the wicked grow, When sinners flourish here below, Then is there endless ruin nigh, But Thou, O Lord, art throned on high; Thy foes shall fall before Thy might, The wicked shall be put to flight. 4. Thou, Lord, hast high exalted me With royal strength and dignity; With Thine anointing I am blest, Thy grace and favor on me rest; I thus exult o’er all my foes, O’er all that would my cause oppose. 5. The righteous man shall flourish well, And in the house of God shall dwell; He shall be like a goodly tree, And all his life shall fruitful be; For righteous is the Lord and just, He is my Rock, in Him I trust. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

Inspirer of the Ancient Seers

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3001 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Inspirer of the ancient seers Who wrote from Thee the sacred page, The same through all succeeding years; To us, in our degenerate age, The spirit of Thy Word impart, And breathe the life into our heart. 2. While now Thine oracles we read With earnest prayer and strong desire, O let Thy Spirit from Thee proceed, Our souls to waken and inspire, Our weakness help, our darkness chase, And guide us by the light of grace. 3. Whene’er in error’s path we rove, The living God through sin forsake, Our conscience by Thy Word reprove, Convince and bring the wanderers back, Deep wounded by Thy Spirit’s sword, And then by Gilead’s balm restored. 4. The sacred lessons of Thy grace, Transmitted through Thy Word, repeat, And train us up in all Thy ways To make us in Thy will complete; Fulfill Thy love’s redeeming plan, And bring us to a perfect man. 5. Thus furnished from Thy treasury, O may we always ready stand To help the souls redeemed by Thee, In what their various states demand To teach, convince, correct, reprove, And build them up in holiest love! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

The Mighty God, Jehovah, Speaks

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4260 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. The mighty God, Jehovah, speaks And calls the earth from sea to sea; From beauteous Zion God shines forth, He comes and will not silent be; Devouring flame before Him goes, And dark the tempest round Him grows. 2. He calls aloud to Heaven and earth That He may justly judge His own: My chosen saints together bring Who sacrifice to Me alone; The heav’ns His righteousness declare, For God Himself as judge is there. 3. Hear, O My people, I will speak, Against thee I will testify; Give ear to Me, O Israel, For God, thy covenant God, am I; I do not spurn thy sacrifice, Thy offerings are before My eyes. 4. I will receive from out thy fold No offering for My holy shrine; The cattle on a thousand hills And all the forest beasts are Mine; Each mountain bird to Me is known, Whatever roams the field I own. 5. Behold, if I should hungry grow, I would not tell My need to thee, For all the world itself is Mine, And all its wealth belongs to Me; Why should I aught of thee receive, My thirst or hunger to relieve? 6. Bring thou to God the gifts of thanks, And pay thy vows to God Most High; Call ye upon My holy name In days when sore distress is nigh; Deliverance I will send to thee, And praises thou shalt give to Me. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

O Come Before the Lord

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4725 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: O come before the Lord, our king Lyrics: 1. O come before the Lord, our king, And in His presence let us sing; Let us in glad and joyful lays The rock of our salvation praise; Before Him come with thankful song, In joyful psalms His praise prolong. 2. Almighty power the Lord maintains, Exalted over all He reigns; He holds the valleys in His hand, He makes the mighty mountains stand; To Him belong both land and sea, Creator of the world is He. 3. O come and let us worship now, Before our maker let us bow; We are His sheep and He our God, He feeds our souls in pastures broad; He safely leads us in the way; O come and heed His voice today. 4. Take heed and harden not your heart As did your fathers, nor depart From God to follow in their ways; For with complaints instead of praise, With doubt instead of faith confessed, They put His mercy to the test. 5. Take heed that ye provoke Him not As did your fathers, who forgot, With erring heart, God’s holy ways And grieved Him all their sinful days; To whom in wrath Jehovah sware, My promised rest they shall not share. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG

O Light, Whose Beams Illumine All

Author: Edward H. Plumptre Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5097 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. O Light, whose beams illumine all From twilight dawn to perfect day, Shine Thou before the shadows fall That lead our wandering feet astray; At morn and eve Thy radiance pour That youth may love, and age adore. 2. O Way, through whom our souls draw near To yon eternal home of peace, Where perfect love shall cast our fear, And earth’s vain toil and wandering cease; In strength or weakness may we see Our heavenward path, O Lord, through Thee. 3. O Truth, before whose shrine we bow, Thou priceless Pearl for all who seek, To Thee our earliest strength we vow, Thy love will bless the pure and meek; When dreams or mists beguile our sight, Turn Thou our darkness into light. 4. O Life, the well that ever flows To slake the thirst of those that faint, Thy power to bless what seraph knows? Thy joy supreme what words can paint? In earth’s last hour of fleeting breath Be Thou our Conqueror over death. 5. O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life, O Jesus, born mankind to save, Give Thou Thy peace in deadliest strife, Shed Thou Thy calm on stormiest wave; Be Thou our hope, our joy, our dread, Lord of the living and the dead. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETERSBURG