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O pour Thy Spirit from on high!
Author: James Montgomery Appears in 210 hymnals Topics: The Catechism The Ministry; First Sunday in Lent; Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O pour Thy Spirit from on high!
Lord, Thine appointed servants bless;
Thy promised pow'r to each supply,
And clothe Thy priests with righteousness.
2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,
Firmness with meekness, from above,
To bear Thy people in their heart,
And love the souls whom Thou dost love;
3 To watch, and pray, and never faint;
By day and night their guard to keep;
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Protect Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep.
4 And when their work is finished here,
Let them in hope their charge resign;
Before the throne with joy appear,
And there with endless glory shine. Used With Tune: MISSIONARY CHANT
O pour Thy Spirit from on high!
Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Author: Rev. Philip Doddridge Appears in 190 hymnals Topics: First Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum,
How pay the mighty debt?
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine:
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are Thine?
3 But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of Thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before Thy Father’s face.
4 In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress
My Savior’s voice is heard.
5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in Thy poor would see;
O rather let me beg my bread,
Than keep it back from Thee. Used With Tune: EAGLEY
Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n
Author: Petrus Herbert; Catherine Winkworth Appears in 74 hymnals Topics: The Catechism Faith; Third Sunday after Epiphany; First Sunday after Easter; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n,
That grasps the promise God hath giv'n,
A confidence in Christ alone,
Whose grace cannot be overthrown.
2 Faith in the conscience worketh peace,
And bids the mourner’s weeping cease;
By faith the children’s place we claim
And give all honor to One Name.
3 Faith feels the Spirit’s kindling breath
In love and hope that conquer death;
Faith worketh joyfulness in God
And trusts and blesses e’en the rod.
4 We thank Thee, then, O God of heaven,
That Thou to us this faith hast given;
Preserve to us Thy Spirit's grace
Till we shall see Thee face to face. Used With Tune: UXBRIDGE Text Sources: Moravian
Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n
I know whom I believe in
Author: Ernst Moritz Arndt Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: The Catechism The Redeemer; Sixth Sunday after Epiphany; First Sunday after Easter; Eleventh Sunday after Trinity; Third Sunday of Advent Lyrics: 1 I know whom I believe in,
I know what firm abides,
When all around me fading
Away like vapor glides.
I know what lasts forever,
When all things shake and fall,
When wit the wise forsaketh,
And craft doth craft forestall.
2 It is the Light of Glory;
It is my Jesus, King;
It is the Rock I stand on;
It is of this I sing.
He never more shall fail me,
Deliv'rer, Shepherd mine,
He lighteth all my darkness,
He makes my path to shine.
3 He whom blood-stained they buried
In the still twilight hour,
He whom God waked from slumber,
He who arose in power:
He for my guilt atoneth,
To me His Spirit gives,
Me with His grace He crowneth:
I live because He lives.
4 I know what I believe in,
I know what standeth fast,
And what, when earth shall crumble,
Uncrumbled, still shall last;
Through sorrow it bides with me,
Mine when to death I bow,
In heaven it will assure me
A crown to deck my brow. Used With Tune: WEBB (Goodwin)
I know whom I believe in
Hasten, O sinner, to be wise,
Author: Thomas Scott Appears in 549 hymnals Topics: First Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Hasten, O sinner, to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow’s sun:
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
2 O hasten mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear thy season should be o’er,
Before this evening’s course be run.
3 Hasten, O sinner, to return,
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn,
Before the needful work is done.
4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun. Used With Tune: MALVERN
Hasten, O sinner, to be wise,
When gathering clouds around I view
Author: Sir Robert Grant Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 276 hymnals Topics: Eternal Priesthood of Christ; Lent, First Sunday; Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed, my spirit dies,
Still He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend:
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
5 And, O, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away. Used With Tune: WER NUR DEN LIEBEN GOTT LÄSZT WALTEN
When gathering clouds around I view
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 225 hymnals Topics: Worship General Petitions; Sundays in Lent; Lent, First Sunday; Easter Season, Sixth Sunday; Eleventh Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear:
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe,
Fightings without and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?
3 God of all grace, we come to Thee
With broken, contrite hearts;
Give, what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts.
4 Give deep humility; the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
A strong desire, with confidence,
To hear Thy voice and live:
5 Faith in the only Sacrifice
That can for sin atone;
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes
On Christ, on Christ alone:
6 Give these, and then Thy will be done.
Thus strengthened with all might,
We, through Thy Spirit and Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright. Used With Tune: DUNFERMLINE
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!
Author: Thomas Raffles Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 112 hymnals Topics: Twenty First Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!
On Thee I fix my trust,
Encouraged by Thy holy Word,
A feeble child of dust.
I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea;
And 'tis enough my Saviour died,
My Saviour died for me.
2 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the veil.
From strife of tongues and bitter words
My spirit flies to Thee:
Joy to my heart the thought affords,
My Saviour died for me.
3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne,
When mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn,
A body racked with pain:
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest,
Bid every murmur flee,
But this, the witness in my breast
That Jesus died for me?
4 And when Thy awful voice commands
This body to decay,
And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away,
Then, though it be in accents weak,
And faint and tremblingly,
O give me strength in death to speak,
"My Saviour died for me." Used With Tune: ST. MATTHEW
Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Author: Richard Baxter Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 264 hymnals Topics: The Cross and Comfort In General Need; Lent, First Sunday; Easter Eve; Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity; Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?
2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before:
He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?
3 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints,
That sing Jehovah's praise.
My knowledge of that Life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him. Used With Tune: OLD 137TH PSALM
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Wake, awake, for night is flying
Author: Miss Winkworth; Dr. Philip Nicolai Appears in 216 hymnals Topics: Death and Eternity Heaven; Advent, First Sunday; Easter Season, Fourth Sunday; Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Wake, awake, for night is flying,
The watchmen on the heights are crying;
Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
And at the thrilling cry rejoices:
Come forth, ye virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes, awake,
Your lamps with gladness take;
Hallelujah!
And for His marriage feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.
2 Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all her heart with joy is springing,
She wakes, she rises from her gloom;
For her Lord comes down all glorious,
The strong in grace, in truth victorious,
Her Star is risen, her Light is come!
Ah come, Thou blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
Hallelujah!
We follow till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.
3 Now let all the heavens adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbal's clearest tone;
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where we are with the choir immortal,
Of angels round Thy dazzling throne;
No eye has seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours.
But we rejoice, and sing to Thee
Our hymns of joy eternally.
Used With Tune: WACHET AUF, RUFT UNS DIE STIMME
Wake, awake, for night is flying
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