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Near the Cross Was Mary Weeping

Author: Jacobus de Benedictis Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 57 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son: There in speechless anguish groaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Thro' her soul the sword had gone. 2 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He His love and power displayed: By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 3 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In Thy griefs may deeply grieve; Thee our best affections giving, To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live. Amen. Topics: Church Year Holy Week; Good Friday; Christ Work of; Names and Office of Christ Substitute; Sin Conquered and conquering sin; Sin Forgiveness of Scripture: John 19:25 Used With Tune: CIVITAS DEI

Lift Up Thy Head, O Chrsitendom!

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig; J. C. Aaberg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Lift up thy head, O Christendom

Upward where the stars are burning

Author: Horatius Bonar Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 139 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Upward where the stars are burning, Silent, silent in their turning, Round the never changing pole; Upward where the sky is brightest, Upward where the blue is lightest, Lift I now my longing soul. 2 Far above that arch of gladness, Far beyond these clouds of sadness, Are the many mansions fair. Far from pain and sin and folly, In that palace of the holy, I would find my mansion there. 3 Where the glory brightly dwelleth, Where the new song sweetly swelleth, And the discord never comes; Where life's stream is ever laving, And the palm is ever waving, That must be the home of homes. 4 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted, Lord of lords, and King of kings. Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him, Son of God, they own, they own Him; With His Name the palace rings. 5 Blessing, honor, without measure, Heavenly riches, earthly treasure, Lay we at His blessèd feet; Poor the praise that now we render, Loud shall be our voices yonder, When before His throne we meet. Amen. The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895

All Ye Who Like the Birds Can Soar

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig; P. C. Paulsen Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals

Day Is Breaking, Night Is Ended

Author: Casper Johannes Boye; J. C. Aaberg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals

Come unto me, saith God's own Son

Author: Georg Grüenwald; John J. Overholt Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal

To God Alone Be Glory

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How can it be, my highest Light! Lyrics: How can it be, my highest Light! That as before Thy face so bright All things must pale and vanish, That my poor feeble flesh and blood Can summon a courageous mood To meet Thee, and fear banish? But dust and ashes what am I? My body what but grass so dry? What good the life I’m living? What can I with my utmost pow’r? What have I, Lord! from hour to hour But what Thyself art giving? I am a poor and feeble worm, A straw, the lightest passing storm Could drive away before it. When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay, Dost on me e’er so lightly lay, I know not how t’ endure it. Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He Who art all—all belongs to Thee, And live and move I ever In Thee—if Thou me terrifi’st, No store of grace to help suppli’st I can recover never. I am unjust, but true Thy heart, I evil am—Thou holy art, This thought should shame be giving, That I in such an evil stand, Should from Thy mild paternal hand, The least good be receiving. Nought else but ill from infancy Up e’en till now I’ve done to Thee, In sin was I begotten; And didst Thou not in faithfulness My sin remit, and me release, Lost were I and forgotten. Let boasting then be far from me, What is Thy due I render Thee, To Thee alone be glory! O Christ! may while I live below My spirit, and what thence may flow, With reverence adore Thee. And if aught hath been done by me That is well done, it came from Thee, My pow’r could do it never. Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring, All my life long Thy praise I’ll sing, And tell Thy glory ever. Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867

Go Forth, My Heart, And Seek Delight

Author: Marg. Muensterberg; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight, While summer reigns so fair and bright, View God's abundance daily; The beauty of these gardens see, Behold how they for me and thee Have decked themselves so gaily. 2 The trees with spreading leaves are blessed, The earth her dusty rind has dressed In green so young and tender. Narcissus and the tulip fair Are clothed in raiment far more rare Than Solomon in splendor. 3 The lark soars upward to the skies, And from her cote the pigeon flies, Her way to woodlands winging. The silver-throated nightingale Fills mountain, meadow, hill and dale With her delightful singing. 4 Fast grows the wheat, like waving gold, And gives delight to young and old; All nature with thanksgiving Lauds Him whose mercy measureless Vouchsafed the soul of man to bless With goods that grace his living. 5 Thy splendor, Lord, doth brightly shine And fills my heart with joy divine While here on earth abiding; What, then, may be in store for me And all who heaven's glory see, In golden halls residing? 5 O choose me for Thy paradise, Let soul and body till I rise Still flourish, tiring never. With Thee alone will I abide, Thine honor serve, and none beside, Both here and there forever. Topics: Meditation Used With Tune: ALTENBURG

Summer Song

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In this summer time so bright Lyrics: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In this summer time so bright, The bounties God displayeth, The garden’s splendour go and see, Behold how God for me and thee Them gorgeously arrayeth. The trees with leaves are cover’d o’er, The earth with carpet spreads her floor Of green, all fresh and tender, The tulip and narcissus wear Attire of finer texture fair Than Solomon in splendour. The lark aspiring soars on high, Flies from her cleft the dove so shy, And seeks the woodland shadow; The nightingale with song so rare Delights and fills the ev’ning air O’er mountain, vale, and meadow. Leads forth her little brood the hen, The stork builds near the haunts of men, And feed their young the swallows; The stag so swift, the roe so light Of foot, come bounding from the height Into the grassy hollows. The brooklets murmur in the sand, And fringe the edge on either hand With myrtle rich in shadow; The shepherds and the sheep rejoice, In joy and mirth you hear their voice Sound from the neighb’ring meadow. The bee through all the live-long hours, Unwearied roams among the flow’rs, Its precious stores to gather; The strong juice of the vine each hour Is ever gaining strength and pow’r This glorious summer weather. While springeth fast the precious grain, The young and old exult again, Praise Him with all their powers, Whose benefits unceasing are, With gifts so manifold and rare Who human nature dowers. I cannot rest, I never dare, In my Creator’s gracious care My inmost soul rejoices, To God most High, when all things raise A song of universal praise, My voice shall join their voices. Methinks it is so pleasant here, All things so beautiful appear In this our poor world even; What will it be when earth we leave, And at its golden gates receive Glad welcome into Heaven? What purest light, what ecstasy, Will in the Saviour’s garden be! How will it sound when ’fore Thee, All with united heart and voice, Ten thousand seraphins rejoice And rev’rently adore Thee. Ah! blessèd God, oh! were I there Before Thy throne, and did I bear My branch of palm victorious, As angels do, my voice I’d raise Thine ever blessèd name to praise, In songs of triumph glorious. But though I still am dwelling here, And still the body’s burden bear, Can I be silent?—Never! My heart, no matter where I be, Or here or there, shall bend to Thee, In adoration ever. Help! Lord, my soul with blessings crown, With blessings that from Heav’n flow down, That I may blossom ever! And may the summer of Thy grace Cause fruits of faith to grow apace, Fruits that shall wither never. And may Thy Spirit dwell in me, May I a good branch ever be Ingrafted in the Saviour! In Thine own garden may I be To Thy name’s praise a goodly tree, Implanted by Thy favour! Grant me Thy paradise to share, And more fruit may I ever bear While I am going thither. Thine honour, Lord, to me is dear, Thee and Thee only shall I here And yonder serve for ever. Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867