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Give To The Father Praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8135 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Give to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit of His grace
Be equal honors done. Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
Give To The Father Praise
Firm And Unmoved Are They
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9998 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmoved are they
That rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.
2 As mountains stood to guard
The city’s sacred ground,
So God and His almighty love
Embrace His saints around.
3 What though the Father’s rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yes, lest it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.
4 Deal gently, Lord, with those
Whose faith and pious fear,
Whose hope, and love, and every grace
Proclaim their hearts sincere.
5 Nor shall the tyrant’s rage
Too long oppress the saint;
The God of Israel will support
His children lest they faint.
6 But if our slavish fear
Will choose the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.
Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
Firm And Unmoved Are They
I Stand At Mercy's Door
Author: John Berridge Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13711 Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: I stand at mercy’s door Lyrics: 1 I stand at mercy’s door,
O Lord, look on me now,
A beggar knocks, exceeding poor,
And none can help but Thou.
2 Through sin, born dark I was,
Nor cared for the light,
All knowledge of Thy truth and grace,
Was banished from my sight.
3 Exceeding lame beside,
A cripple from my birth,
And need a crutch, as well a guide,
To help my ankles forth.
4 A ragged soul I am,
My breast and shoulders bare,
And nothing left to hide my shame,
But fig leaves here and there.
5 With sore disease I smart,
From pain am seldom free,
It is the evil in my heart,
My father gave it me.
6 Lord, I have told my case,
Well known to Thee before,
Let Jesus show His lovely face,
And heal up every sore.
7 Mine eyes with salve anoint,
That I may see Thy light;
And strengthen every tottering joint,
That I may walk upright.
8 My naked soul array
In Thy own righteousness;
And let Thy precious blood convey
The pledge of heav’nly peace.
9 My evil, Thou dost know,
Torments my bosom much,
But let the King of Israel show,
He cures it with a touch.
10 Some manna also bring
To feast my pilgrim days,
And Thou shalt hear a beggar sing,
And shout forth Jesus’ praise. Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
I Stand At Mercy's Door
In Sorrow And Distress
Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14562 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In sorrow and distress,
To Thee, O Lord, we fly;
In penitential lowliness
To Thee for mercy cry.
2 Mercy, O mercy, Lord;
From Thee we have our breath :
We read it written in Thy Word,
“God willeth not your death.
3 God gave His only Son
Your sins to take away;
And God’s dear Son to Heav’n is gone
On your behalf to pray.
4 By Thine own love we plead,
O hearken to our prayer;
By Him, who for our sins did bleed,
Spare us, O Father, spare.
5 Our drooping minds refresh
With showers of heav’nly dew;
For hearts of stone give hearts of flesh,
Renew us, Lord, renew.
6 Comfort, and make us whole,
With Thy free Spirit’s grace;
Lift up, O Lord, upon our soul
The luster of Thy face.
7 With Jesu’s white robe hide
Our manifold offense;
And cleanse with blood from Jesu’s side
Our tears of penitence.
8 Constrain us to abhor
The sins that made Him grieve;
And ne’er to tempt the Spirit more
Our thankless hearts to leave.
9 Make us, O Lord, to tread
The path which Jesus trod;
Which Him from earth in triumph led
To the right hand of God.
10 So, with the saints in Heav’n,
May we sing praise to Thee,
For peace restored, and sins forgiv’n
To all eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
In Sorrow And Distress
Ye Mourning Saints Behold
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16159 Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Ye mourning saints, behold Lyrics:
1 Ye mourning saints, behold
The Lamb that once was slain;
See, see Him on the cross expire,
In agonizing pain.
2 The fruits of glory grow
On that accursèd tree;
The Savior dies, the sinner lives,
His bondage sets us free.
3 The law He satisfied,
And paid the debt we owed,
Atoned our guilt, our grief sustained,
A vast oppressive load.
4 ’Tis from His dying groans,
Our loud hosannas rise;
By faith in Him our souls aspire
To mansions in the skies.
5 In our united songs,
Let us His grace proclaim;
For us He died and rose again,
Exalted be His name.
Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
Ye Mourning Saints Behold
A fitly spoken word
Author: Rev. George B. Bubier Hymnal: The New Baptist Praise Book #325 (1914) Topics: The Kingdom of God Service Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
A fitly spoken word
A fitly spoken word
Author: Rev. George B. Bubier Hymnal: The New Baptist Praise Book #325 (1925) Languages: English Tune Title: TRENTHAM
A fitly spoken word
This is Thy will, I know
Hymnal: Wesley Hymns #19 (1982) Tune Title: TRENTHAM
This is Thy will, I know
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