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The Lord into his garden comes
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #90 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
The Lord into his garden comes,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive,
(Repeat previous line);
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
And make the dead revive,
(Repeat previous line).
Languages: English Tune Title: GARDEN HYMN
The Lord into his garden comes
My days, my weeks, my months, my years
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #98 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
My days, my weeks, my months, my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres
Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch through endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
2.
The grave is near, the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly;
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.
3.
My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above as angels do.
Or sink in endless night.
Languages: English Tune Title: KINGWOOD
My days, my weeks, my months, my years
To Thee, O Comforter Divine
Author: F. R. Havergal Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #115 (1897) Meter: 8.8.6 Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Holy Spirit Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BOTOLF
To Thee, O Comforter Divine
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Author: George Weissel; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #117a (1890) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold, the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here;
Life and salvation He doth bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now,
Creator, wise art Thou!
2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His sceptre, pity in distress,
The end of all our woe He brings;
Wherefore the earth is glad and sings:
We praise Thee, Saviour, now,
Mighty in deed are Thou!
3 O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confest!
O happy hearts and happy homes
To whom this King in triumph comes!
The cloudless Sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss:
O Comforter Divine,
What boundless grace is Thine!
PART II
4 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heaven's employ,
adorned with prayer, and love, and joy;
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin:
To Thee, O God, be praise,
For word and deed and grace!
5 Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me Thy inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on,
Until our glorious goal be won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy Name. Topics: Advent; Advent, Third Sunday; Septuagesima Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: MACHT HOCH DIE THÜR
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Author: George Weissel; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #117b (1890) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold, the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here;
Life and salvation He doth bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now,
Creator, wise art Thou!
2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His sceptre, pity in distress,
The end of all our woe He brings;
Wherefore the earth is glad and sings:
We praise Thee, Saviour, now,
Mighty in deed are Thou!
3 O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confest!
O happy hearts and happy homes
To whom this King in triumph comes!
The cloudless Sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss:
O Comforter Divine,
What boundless grace is Thine!
PART II
4 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heaven's employ,
adorned with prayer, and love, and joy;
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin:
To Thee, O God, be praise,
For word and deed and grace!
5 Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me Thy inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on,
Until our glorious goal be won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy Name.
Topics: Advent; Advent, Third Sunday; Septuagesima Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: MACHT HOCH DIE THÜR
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
In de dark woods, no Indian nigh
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #133 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
In de dark woods, no Indian high,
Den me look Heb'n, and send up cry,
(Repeat previous line),
Upon my knee so low;
But God on high, in shiny place,
See me at night, wid teary face--
(Repeat previous line),
De preacher tell me so.
2.
God send he angel, take um care,
He cum he self and hear um prayer,
(Repeat previous line),
(If Indian heart do pray,)
He see me now, he know me here;
He say, Poor Indian, never fear,
(Repeat previous line),
Me wid you night and day.
3.
So me lub God, wid inside heart,
He fight for me, he take um part,
(Repeat previous line)
He save um life before;
God hear poor Indian in de wood;
So me lub him, and dat be good
(Repeat previous line)
Me prize him evermore.
4.
De joy I felt I cannot tell,
To tink dat I was saved from hell,
(Repeat previous line),
Through Jesus' streaming blood;
Dat I am saved by grace divine,
Who am de worst of all mankind,
(Repeat previous line),
O glory be to God;
5.
Now I be here baptized to be,
Dat in de water you may see
(Repeat previous line)
De way my Jesus go;
Dis is de way I do believe
Dat Jesus here for us did leave,
(Repeat previous line),
To follow here below.
Languages: English Tune Title: INDIAN CONVERT
In de dark woods, no Indian nigh
To Thee, O Comforter divine
Author: F. R. Havergal Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #134a (1898) Meter: 8.8.6 Topics: Whitsuntide; Whitsuntide; Whitsuntide Languages: English Tune Title: PIETAS
To Thee, O Comforter divine
The Church's Safety
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #137 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 First Line: How happy is the little flock Lyrics: 1 How happy is the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock,
In all commotions rest!
When war and tumult’s waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie;
They lodge in Jesus’ breast.
2 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless love we call,
A sign of Jesus near!
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
Triumphant Lord, appear!
3 Appear, and thy own flock protect,
Avenge thy own despised elect,
And make thy glory known.
Gird on thy sword, thou King of kings,
And smite through all inferior things
That dare usurp thy throne. Topics: Offices and Characters of Christ Languages: English
The Church's Safety
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #138 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from anxious care and thought,
(Repeat previous line)
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
(Repeat previous line for tune 2--Happy Pilgrim)
He only sojourns here.
Languages: English Tune Title: THE PILGRIM'S LOT
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Thou great, mysterious God unknown
Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #145 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
Thou great mysterious God unknown,
Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infant days,
Mine inmost soul expose to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace,
Languages: English Tune Title: RHODE ISLAND
Thou great, mysterious God unknown
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