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Above the Hills of Time

Author: Thomas Tiplady, 1882- Hymnal: The Cokesbury Worship Hymnal #25 (1938) Topics: Special Selections Solos, Quartettes, etc. First Line: Above the hills of time the cross is gleaming Languages: English Tune Title: LONDONDERRY

O bless the Lord, my soul!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #26 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Mercies common and special Lyrics: O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favors are divine. O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses And makes thee young again. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good, He gives the suff'rers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

I Love to Sing Those Songs of Old

Author: Mary Irene McLean Hymnal: The Search Light #27 (1894) Topics: Choir and Convention Pieces for special occasions First Line: I love to sing the songs of old Refrain First Line: I love those songs, those precious songs of old Scripture: Jeremiah 6:16 Languages: English Tune Title: [I Love to Sing Those Songs of Old]

Nu er os Gud miskundelig

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #28 (1893) Topics: Special Hymns Mission Lyrics: 1 Nu er os Gud miskundelig, Og han vil os velsigne, Sit Aasyn over Jorderig Det lader han nu skinne, At vi hans Veie maa forstaa Ved Livsens Lys, som tændes, Og Jesus Krist, vor Frelser, maa Blandt Hedningerne kjendes, Alt Folk til Gud omvendes. 2 Nu takker, Gud, og lover dig Dit Folk i Hedninglande, Den hele Verden glæder sig, Maa dine Ord vel sande, At du selv raader Ret paa Jord, Frir os af Syndens Snare; Men Livsens Brød er Herrens Ord, Guds Magt, som skal bevare Alt Folk, ret Vei at fare. 3 Nu takker, Gud, og lover dig Dit Folk med Idræt fager, Din Jord bær Frugt, og bedrer sig, Dit Ord dog Tilvækst tager! Sign os, Gud Fader, Søn og Aand, Sign os, og sank os sammen Med Lov og Tak of alle Land, Med hellig Frygt og Gammen! Nu syng af Hjertet Amen! 4 Ære være Gud Fader i Himmerig, Som alting haver at raade, Deslige hans Søn evindelig, Som frelst haver os af Vaade, Og lovet være den Helligaand, Som giver os af sin Naade, Den været haver af evig Tid Og bliver foruden al Ende. Gud os sin Naade sende! Languages: Norwegian

Nu er os Gud miskundelig

Author: Luther; Landstad Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #28 (1897) Topics: Special Hymns Mission Lyrics: 1 Nu er os Gud miskundelig, Og han vil os velsigne, Sit Aasyn over Jorderig Det lader han nu skinne, At vi hans Veie maa forstaa Ved Livsens Lys, som tendes, Og Jesus Krist, vor Frelser, maa Blandt Hedningerne kjendes, Alt Folk til Gud omvendes. 2 Nu takker, Gud, og lover dig Dit Folk i Hedninglande, Den hele Verden glæder sig, Maa dine Ord vel sande, At du selv raader Ret paa Jord, Fri os af Syndens Snare; Men Livsens Brød er Herrens Ord, Guds Magt, som skal bevare Alt Folk, ret Vei at fare. 3 Nu takker, Gud, og lover dig Dit Folk med Idræt fager, Din Jord bær Frugt, og bedrer sig, Dit Ord dog Tilvekst tager! Sign os, Gud Fader, Søn og Aand, Sign os, og sank os sammen Med Lov og Tak of alle Land, Med hellig Frygt og Gammen! Nu syng af Hjertet Amen! 4 Ære være Gud Fader i Himmerig, Som Alting haver at raade, Deslige hans Søn evindelig, Som frelst haver os af Vaade, Og lovet være den Helligaand, Som giver os af sin Naade, Den været haver af evig Tid Og bliver foruden al Ende. Gud os sin Naade sende! Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Nu er os Gud miskundelig]

No One Invited Him Home

Author: A. H. A. Hymnal: Hymns for Praise and Service #29 (1956) Topics: Special Days First Line: We sing of the birth in a lorn little town Refrain First Line: The kings from the east brought Him gifts rich and rare Languages: English Tune Title: [We sing of the birth in a lorn little town]

My soul, repeat his praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #30 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Mercies common and special Lyrics: My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav'ns are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #31 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Mercies common and special First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! Lyrics: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heav'ns above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. Not half so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. How slowly doth his wrath arise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. So fathers their young sons chastise With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure; From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

The Christ of the Cross

Author: F. C. H. Hymnal: The Cokesbury Worship Hymnal #31 (1938) Topics: Special Selections Solos, Quartettes, etc. First Line: On Calvary's brow there was planted a cross Refrain First Line: The Christ of the cross is the theme of my song Languages: English Tune Title: [On Calvary's brow there was planted a cross]

We are Coming

Author: Mrs. H. E. Brown Hymnal: The Search Light #32 (1894) Topics: Choir and Convention Pieces for special occasions First Line: We are coming, we are coming Refrain First Line: We are coming, we are coming Languages: English Tune Title: [We are Coming]