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Come, brethren, let us go!

Author: Gerhard Tersteegen; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #68 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Come, brethren, let us go! The evening closeth round, 'Tis perilous to linger here On this wild desert ground. Come, towards eternity Press on from strength to strength, Nor dread your journey's toils nor length, For good its end shall be. We shall not rue our choice, Though straight our path and steep, We know that He who called us here His word shall ever keep. Then follow, trusting; come, And let each set his face Toward yonder fair and blessed place, Intent to reach our home. The body and the house Deck not, but deck the heart With all your powers; we are but guests, Ere long we must depart. Ease brings disease; content Howe'er his lot may fall, A pilgrim bears and bows to all, For soon the time is spent. Come, children, let us go! Our Father is our guide; And when the way grows steep and dark, He journeys at our side. Our spirits He would cheer, The sunshine of His love Revives and helps us as we rove, Ah, blest our lot e'en here! Each hasten bravely on, Not yet our goal is near; Look to the fiery pillar oft, That tells the Lord is here. Your glances onward send, Love beckons us, nor think That they who following chance to sink Shall miss their journey's end. Come, children, let us go! We travel hand in hand; Each in his brother finds his joy In this wild stranger land. As children let us be, Nor by the way fall out, The angels guard us round about, And help us brotherly. The strong be quick to raise The weaker when they fall; Let love and peace and patience bloom In ready help for all. In love yet closer bound, Each would be least, yet still On love's fair path most pure from ill, Most loving, would be found. Come, wander on with joy, For shorter grows the way, The hour that frees us from the flesh Draws nearer day by day. A little truth and love, A little courage yet, More free from earth, more apt to set Your hopes on things above. It will not last for long, A little farther roam; It will not last much longer now Ere we shall reach our home; There shall we ever rest, There with our Father dwell, With all the saints who served Him well, There truly, deeply blest. For this all things we dare,— 'Tis worth the risk I trow,— Renouncing all that clogs our course, Or weighs us down below. O world, thou art too small, We seek another higher, Whither Christ guides us ever nigher, Where God is all in all. Friend of our perfect choice, Thou joy of all that live, Being that know'st not chance or change, What courage dost Thou give! All beauty, Lord, we see, All bliss and life and love, In Him in whom we love and move, And we are glad in Thee! Languages: English

Light of the Gentile world!

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #79 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Light of the Gentile world! Thy people's joy and love! Drawn by Thy Spirit we are come Thy presence, Lord, to prove. Within Thy temple walls We wait with earnest mind, As Simeon waited long of old His Saviour God to find. Thou wilt be found of us, O Lord, in every place, Where Thou hast promised faithfully We should behold Thy face. Thou yet dost suffer us, Who oft are gathered here, To bear Thee in the arms of faith As once that aged seer. Be Thou our bliss, our light Shining 'mid pain and loss, Our Sun of strength in time of fear, The glory round our cross; A glow in sinking hearts, A sunbeam in distress, Physician, nurse, in sickness' hours, In death our happiness. Oh let us, Lord, prevail With Simeon at the last; May we take up his dying song When life is waning fast! "Let me depart in peace, Since that mine aged eyes Have seen the Saviour here on earth, Have seen His day arise." Yes, with the eye of faith My Jesus I behold; No foe can rob me of my Lord, Though fierce his threats and bold. I dwell within Thy heart, Thou dost in mine abide, Not sorrow, pain nor death itself, Can tear me from Thy side. Languages: English

Not in anger smite us, Lord

Author: Albinus; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #23 (1861) Meter: 7.5.7.5.3.4.7.7 Lyrics: Not in anger smite us, Lord, Spare Thy people, spare! If Thou mete us due reward We must all despair. Let the flood Of Jesus' blood Quench the flaming of Thy wrath, That our sin enkindled hath. Father! Thou hast patience long With the sick and weak; Heal us, make us brave and strong, Words of comfort speak. Touch my soul, And make me whole With Thy healing precious balm; Ward off all would bring me harm. Weary am I, Lord, and worn With my ceaseless pain; Sad the heart that night and morn Sighs for help in vain. Wilt Thou yet My soul forget, Waiting anxiously for Thee In the cave of misery? Hence, ye foes! God hears my prayer From His holy place; Once again with hope I dare Come before His face. Satan flee, Hell touch not me; God hath given me power o'er all, Who once mocked and sought my fall. Languages: English

Though all to Thee were faithless

Author: Novalis Hymnal: LG1861 #69 (1861) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: Though all to Thee were faithless, I yet were true, my Head, To show that love is deathless, From earth not wholly fled. Here didst Thou live in sadness, And die in pain for me, For this I give with gladness My heart and soul to Thee. I could weep night and morning That Thou hast died, and yet So few will heed Thy warning, So many Thee forget. O loving and true-hearted, How much for us didst Thou! Yet is Thy fame departed, And none regards it now. But still Thy love befriends us, Of every heart the guide; Unfailing help it lends us, Thou all had turned aside. Oh! such love soon or later Must conquer, must be felt, Then at Thy feet the traitor In bitter tears shall melt. Lord, I have inly found Thee, Depart Thou not from me, But wrap Thy love around me, And keep me close to Thee. Once too my brethren, yonder Upgazing where Thou art, Shall learn Thy love with wonder, And sink upon Thy heart. Languages: English

O Glorious Head, Thou livest now!

Author: Gerhardt Tersteegen; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #38 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.10.10 Lyrics: O Glorious Head, Thou livest now! Let us Thy members share Thy life; Canst Thou behold their need, nor bow To raise Thy children from the strife With self and sin, with death and dark distress, That they may live to Thee in holiness? Earth knows Thee not, but evermore Thou liv'st in Paradise, in peace; Oh fain my soul would thither soar, Oh let me from the creatures cease: Dead to the world, but to Thy spirit known, I live to Thee, O Prince of life, alone. Break through my bonds whate'er it cost, What is not Thine within me slay, Give me the lot I covet most, To rise as Thou hast risen today. I nought can do, a slave to death I pine, Work Thou in me, O Power and Life Divine! Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide My thoughts and wishes, that my heart Waver no more nor turn aside, But fix for ever where Thou art. Thou art not far from us; who loves Thee well, While yet on earth in heaven with Thee may dwell. Languages: English

Dayspring of eternity!

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Von Rosenroth Hymnal: LG1861 #88 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.3 Lyrics: Dayspring of eternity! Dawn on us this morning-tide. Light from Light's exhaustless sea, Now no more Thy radience hide, But dispel with glorious might All our night. Let the morning dew of love On our sleeping conscience rain; Gentle comfort from above Flow through life's long parch'd plain; Water daily us Thy flock From the rock. Let the glow of love destroy Cold obedience faintly given; Wake our hearts to strength and joy with the flushing eastern heaven, Let us truly rise ere yet Life hath set. Brightest Star of eastern skies, Let that final morn appear, When our bodies too shall rise Free from all that pained them here, Strong their joyful course to run As the sun. To yon world be Thou our light, O Thou glorious Sun of grace; Lead us through the tearful night, To yon fair and blessed place, Where to joy that never dies We shall rise. Languages: English

In the bonds of Death He lay

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #37 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.4 Lyrics: In the bonds of Death He lay, Who for our offense was slain, But the Lord is risen today, Christ hath brought us life again. Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud with a cheerful voice Hallelujah! Of the sons of men was none Who could break the bonds of Death, Sin this mischief dire had done, Innocent was none on earth; Wherefore Death grew strong and bold, Death would all men captive hold. Hallelujah! Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Came at last our foe to smite, All our sins away hath done, Done away Death's power and right, Only the form of Death is left, Of his sting he is bereft; Hallelujah. 'Twas a wondrous war, I trow, When Life and Death together fought; But life hath triumphed o'er his foe, Death is mocked and set at nought; Yea, 'tis as the Scripture saith, Christ through death has conquered Death. Hallelujah. Now our Paschal Lamb is He, And by Him alone we live, Who to death upon the tree, For our sake Himself did give. Faith His blood strikes on our door, Death dares never harm us more. Hallelujah. On this day most blest of days, Let us keep high festival, For our God hath showed His grace, And our Sun hath risen on us all, And our hearts rejoice to see Sin and night before Him flee. Hallelujah. To the supper of the Lord, Gladly we will come today, The word of peace is now restored, The old leaven is put away; Christ will be our food alone, Faith no life but His doth own. Hallelujah. Languages: English

Shall I not sing praise to Thee

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #82 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Shall I not sing praise to Thee, Shall I not give thanks, O Lord? Since for us in all I see How Thou keepest watch and ward; How the truest tenderest love Ever fills Thy heart, my God, Helping, cheering, on their road, All who in Thy service move. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. As the eagle o'er her nest Spreads her sheltering wings abroad, So from all that would molest, Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord; From my youth up e'en till now Of the being Thou didst give, And the earthly life I live, Faithful Guardian still wert Thou. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Nay, He kept not back His Son, But hath given Him for our good, And our safety He hath won By the shedding of His blood. O Thou fathomless abyss! My weak powers but strive in vain, Knowledge of Thy depths to gain, Man knows not such love as this. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. And His Spirit, blessed Guide, In His holy Word doth teach, How on earth we may abide, So that heaven at last we reach; Every longing heart doth fill With the pure light of faith, That can break the bonds of death, And control the powers of ill. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Truly hath He cared indeed For my soul's health, and no less If my body suffer need, Will He help in my distress. When my strength and courage fail, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God such strength outpour, That I rise up and prevail. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. All the hosts of heaven and earth, Hath He placed at my command, Nowhere is there lack or dearth, But I find in sea and land All things ordered for my wants, Living things in fields and woods, On the heights or in the floods, And the earth brings forth her plants. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. When I sleep my Guardian wakes, And revives my wearied mind; Every morning on me breaks With some mark of love most kind; Had my God not stood my Friend, Had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen Many a trial reach its end. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Often hath my crafty Foe Threatened to bring down on me Many a sore and heavy woe, From which yet my life is free; For the angel whom God sends, Wards off every threatened hurt, Every evil doth avert That mine Enemy intends. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. As a father ne'er withdraws From a child his all of love, Though it often break his laws, Though it careless, wilful, prove: Even so my loving Lord Doth my faults with pity see, With His rod He chastens me, Not avenging with His sword. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. When His strokes upon me light, Bitterly I feel their smart, Yet are they, if seen aright, Tokens that my Father's heart Yearns to bring me back again Through these crosses to His fold, From the world that fain would hold Soul and body in its chain. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. All my life I still have found, And I will forget it never, Every sorrow hath its bound, And no cross endures for ever. After all the winter's snows Comes sweet summer back again, Patient souls ne'er wait in vain, Joy is given for all their woes. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Since then neither change nor end In Thy love can e'er have place, Father! I beseech Thee send Unto me Thy loving grace. Help Thy feeble child, and give Strength to serve Thee day and night, Loving Thee with all my might, While on earth I yet must live; So shall I when Time is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Languages: English

Praise and thanks to Thee be sung

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Rist Hymnal: LG1861 #83 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Praise and thanks to Thee be sung, Mighty God, in sweetest tone! Lo! from every land and tongue, Nations gather round Thy Throne, Praising Thee, that Thou dost send, Daily from Thy Heaven above, Angel-messengers of love, Who Thy threatened Church defend, Who can offer worthily, Lord of angels, praise to Thee! 'Tis your office, Spirits bright, still to guard us night and day, And before your heavenly might, Powers of darkness flee away; Ever doth your unseen host Camp around us, and avert All that seeks to do us hurt, Curling Satan's malice most. Lord, who then can worthily For such goodness honour Thee! And ye come on ready wing, When we drift toward sheer despair, Seeing nought where we might cling, Suddenly, lo, ye are there! And the wearied heart grows strong, As an angel strengthened Him, Fainting in the garden dim, 'Neath the world's vast woe and wrong. Lord, who then can worthily For such mercy honour Thee! Right and seemly is it then We should glory, that our God Hath such honour put on men, That He sends o'er earth abroad Princes of the realm above, Champions, who by day and night, Shield us with His holy might; Come, behold how great His love! Lord, who then can worthily For such favour honour Thee! Praise and thanks to Thee be sung, Mighty God, in sweetest tone. Lo! from every land and tongue, Nations gather round Thy throne, Praising Thee that Thou dost send, Hourly from Thy glorious sphere, Angels down to help us here, And Thy threatened Church defend. Let us henceforth worthily, Lord of angels, honour Thee. Languages: English

Cometh sunshine after rain

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #43 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Cometh sunshine after rain, After mourning joy again, After heavy bitter grief Dawneth surely sweet relief! And my soul, who from her height Sank to realms of woe and night, Wingeth now to heaven her flight. He whom this world dares not face Hath refreshed me with His grace, And His mighty hand unbound Chains of hell about me wound; Quicker, stronger, leaps my blood, Since His mercy, like a flood, Poured o'er all my heart for good. Bitter anguish have I borne, Keen regret my heart hath torn, Sorrow dimmed my weeping eyes, Satan blinded me with lies; Yet at last am I set free, Help, protection, love to me Once more true companions be. None was ever left a prey, None was ever turned away, Who had given himself to God, And on Him had cast his load. Who in God his hope hath placed Shall not life in pain outwaste, Fullest joy he yet shall taste. Though today may not fulfil All thy hopes, have patience still, For perchance tomorrow's sun Sees thy happier days begun; As God willeth march the hours, Bringing joy at last in showers, When whate'er we asked is ours. Once a pain that would not cease Gnawed my heart without release, Sorrow bowed me 'neath her yoke, Then in sadness oft I spoke: Now no hope is left for me, And no rest, until I be Whelmed beneath Death's sunless sea. But when I was worn with care, Filled with dread well-nigh despair; When with watching many a night, On me fell pale sickness' blight; When my courage failed me fast, Camest Thou, my God, at last, And my woes were quickly past. Yea, Thou God didst make an end, Thou such help and strength did send, That I nevermore can praise As I ought, Thy matchless grace; When I shought with anxious fear, And could see no refuge here, Lo! I found Thy help was near. Now as long as here I roam, On this earth have house and home, Shall this wondrous gleam from Thee Shine through all my memory. To my God I yet will cling. All my life the praises sing That from thankful hearts outspring. Every sorrow, every smart, That the Eternal Father's heart Hath appointed me of yore, Or hath yet for me in store, As my life flows on I'll take Calmly, gladly, for His sake, No more faithless murmurs make. I will meet distress and pain I will greet e'en Death's dark reign, I will lay me in the grave, With a heart still glad and brave; Whom the Strongest doth defend, Whom the Highest counts His friend, Cannot perish in the end. Languages: English