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The Lord Will Answer Prayer

Author: Fanny Crosby Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11198 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Pray on, pray on, believing one Lyrics: 1 Pray on, pray on, believing one, God’s promised word is sure, That they shall overcome by faith Who to the end endure; Pray on, pray on, O weary not, The cross with patience bear, And though its burden weighs us down, The Lord will answer prayer. 2 His eye foresees our greatest good, While we at best are weak, And thus in wisdom He withholds The boon that oft we seek; And yet His all-sufficient grace He bids us freely share, And in a way we little know, The Lord will answer prayer. 3 With anxious thoughts for those we love, How oft our hearts are filled, But soon the clouds are rolled away, The troubled ways are stilled; Then murmur not, but trust in Him Who knows our every care, And better far than we can ask, The Lord will answer prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGALORE

A Song Of Consecration

Author: Fanny Crosby Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11207 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: I ask, O Lord, in simple faith Lyrics: 1 I ask, O Lord, in simple faith This one request of Thee, That, consecrated to Thy work, My life may henceforth be; O teach me how the lost to win, Poor wandering souls to seek, Direct my footsteps where to go, And give me words to speak. 2 O grant me strength to labor still, Where’er Thou bid’st me toil, To persevere with cheerful heart Though rough may be the soil; If called to suffer for Thy sake, O let me not repine, But follow where my duty leads, And have no will but Thine. 3 Thy blessèd Spirit may I show, Thy pure, unselfish love; And thro’ Thy grace some wand’rer guide To life and peace above; To watch and wait and work for Thee, Be this my constant care; O grant me access to Thy throne, Through humble, grateful, prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: BLACKWELL

Would I Know Him?

Author: Nellie A. Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11369 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Would I know Him if He stood here Lyrics: 1 Would I know Him if He stood here By my side, by my side? Doth the cruel, cruel nail-prints Yet abide, yet abide? Would He show me in His beauty So divine, so divine, That in rapture I would feel Him To be mine, to be mine? 2 When to Satan thou dost answer, "Flee from me, flee from me!" When between thee and the Master, Naught shall be, naught shall be; On thine eyes shall flash a vision, Wondrous fair, wondrous fair— Lo! a pierced and thorn-crowned Savior Standeth there, standeth there. 3 Could I hear Him if He called me, Waiting here, waiting here? Would His words of magic sweetness Pierce my ear, pierce my ear? Could the world with all its lurings, Drown that tone, drown that tone, And He pass me by and leave me All alone, all alone? 4 When thou criest in thine anguish, "Savior hear, Savior hear!" It will reach Him thro’ the clamor, Never fear, never fear! Tho’ sometimes thine ears are deafened, By the din, by the din, He is listening for the summons, "Lord, come in, Lord, come in!" Languages: English Tune Title: FREEHOLD

Lights Along The Shore

Author: Franklin A. Hardin Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11443 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: O blessed lights along the shore Refrain First Line: O beauteous lights along the shore Lyrics: 1 O blessèd lights along the shore, O blessèd coming aid, I hear above the tempest’s roar, Thy voice, Be not dismayed. Refrain: O beauteous lights along the shore, Or stars or beacons fair, We bless your beams, and yield no more To billows of despair. 2 Soon trials will no more distress, Our suffering will be passed; God will His faithful children bless, And shelter from the blast. [Refrain] 3 O glorious lights that flash afar, Sweet messages of love, That sound above earth’s din and jar, There’s rest and peace above. [Refrain] 4 Though storms be long and streams be deep, Faith, hope, ne’er, ne’er give o’er; Almighty power will ever keep Lights on the heavenly shore. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: TREVISO

Jesus, Our Help In Time Of Need

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11457 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus, our help in time of need, Thy suffering servants see, Who would in all Thy footsteps tread, And bear the cross with Thee. Stand by us in this evil hour, Our feeble souls defend, And in our weakness show Thy power, And keep us to the end. 2 The world, and their infernal god Against Thy people rise, Because our trust is in Thy blood They mingle earth and skies. Slaughter, and cruel threats they breathe, And endless battles wage, And gnash upon us with their teeth, And tear the ground with rage. 3 Captain of our salvation, hear, In all the heathen’s sight Make bare Thine arm; appear, appear And for Thy people fight. Jesus, Thy righteous cause maintain, The sons of violence quell, Take to Thee Thy great power, and reign O’er Heaven, and earth, and hell. 4 As chaff before the whirlwind drive And bruise them by Thy rod, Who madly with their Maker strive, And fight against their God. Who kick against the pricks in vain Thy foes in anger blast, And chasten with judicial pain, But save their souls at last. 5 O that at last by love compelled The rebels might submit, In humble hope of mercy yield, And tremble at Thy feet! The faith they persecute, embrace, On Thee their Lord rely, And live the monuments of Thy grace, And for Thy glory die! Languages: English Tune Title: FIRST MODE MELODY

See, Lord, The Purchase Of Thy Death

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11458 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 See, Lord, the purchase of Thy death, Thy little feeble flock, Gather, and keep our souls beneath The shadow of their Rock. Thy few returning sheep behold, By wolves encompassed round, And let us never leave the fold, But still in Thee be found. 2 Regard the number of our foes, Their subtlety and might, Arise, and stop the way of those Who ’gainst Thy people fight. O help of every helpless soul, Show forth Thy saving grace, The fierceness of vain man control, Or turn it to Thy praise. 3 Thou know’st for Thy dear sake alone We daily suffer shame, Because we dare our Master own, And triumph in Thy name. Thee, Lord, before Thy foes we dare In word and deed confess, Rejoice Thy hallowed cross to bear, And live Thy witnesses. 4 We witness to th’atoning blood Which did for sinners flow, And brought a guilty world to God, And sprinkled all below. That blood we felt through faith applied, And know our sins forgiven, And tell mankind the purple tide Would waft them all to Heaven. 5 For this we reckon all things loss, Till Christ the Judge comes down, To honor followers of His cross, And bid them wear His crown. He tells us He will quickly come, His saying we receive, And we shall all be taken home, And in His kingdom live. 6 Us, who before the sons of men, Were bold our Lord to own, He will, He will acknowledge them Before His Father’s throne. He (while the glorious angels stand, Astonished at the grace) Shall place us all at His right hand, And speak His servants’ praise. 7 These (if our hearts may now conceive What God in Heaven shall say) These were the souls who dared believe, Who dared My Word obey. Me for their dear redeeming Lord They never blushed to own, But held My name, and kept My Word, And lived to Me alone. 8 A proverb of reproach below, They suffered for My sake, Rejoiced My daily cross to know, My portion to partake. On earth they lived My witnesses, My witnesses they died, And now I for My own confess And speak them glorified. 9 Come then to Heaven, your native home, Be numbered with the blest, My Father’s happy children, come, And on My bosom rest. The kingdom take for all prepared That should in Me abide; Now. I am now, thy great reward Who in My faith hast died. 10 My good and faithful servant thee I openly approve, Possess thy lot, enthroned with Me In all the pomp of love. The mead of all thy labors this, This starry diadem wear, Enter into thy Master’s bliss, And reign for ever there. Languages: English Tune Title: INDIA BASIN

Tremendous Lord Of Earth And Skies

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11502 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Tremendous Lord of earth, and skies Lyrics: 1 Tremendous Lord of earth, and skies, Most holy, high, and just, We fall before Thy glorious eyes, And hide us in the dust: Thine anger’s long suspended stroke With deepest awe we feel, And tremble on, so lately shook Over the mouth of hell. 2 Appalled, o’erwhelmed with conscious fear, Beneath Thy frown we mourn, And shudder at the judgment near, And dread its swift return. So oft, and terribly reproved, Our land is warned in vain, For oh! the cause is unremoved, The sin doth still remain. 3 The crowd, the poor unthinking crowd, Refuse Thy hand to see, They will not hear Thy loudest rod, They will not turn to Thee. As with judicial blindness struck, They all Thy signs despise, Harden their hearts yet more, and mock The anger of the skies. 4 But blinder still, the rich and great In wickedness excel, And revel on the brink of fate, And sport, and dance to hell. Regardless of Thy smile or frown, Their pleasures they require, And sink with gay indifference down To everlasting fire. 5 But O! Thou dreadful righteous Lord, The praying remnant spare, The men that tremble at Thy word, And see the coming snare: Our land if yet again Thou shake, Or utterly break down, A merciful distinction make, And strongly save Thine own. 6 If earth its mouth must open wide, To swallow up its prey, Jesu, Thy faithful people hide In that vindictive day: Firm in the universal shock We shall not then remove, Safe in the clefts of Israel’s Rock, Our Lord’s expiring love. Languages: English Tune Title: INDIA BASIN

Remember Me

Author: Wilbur F. Crafts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11538 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Oh, wondrous story of the Lord! Refrain First Line: Help me, dear Savior, Thee to own Lyrics: 1 Oh, wondrous story of the Lord! It thrills our hearts with love, That Jesus came to rescue man, And left His throne above. Refrain: Help me, dear Savior, Thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when Thou sittest on Thy throne, Dear Lord, remember me. 2 In human form He deigned to dwell, To raise our fallen race, And shed about a manger rude The brightness of His grace. [Refrain] 3 The angels sang, and men rejoiced In hope of endless bliss, And hailed the star of Bethlehem, The pledge of love and peace. [Refrain] 4 It shines today to guide us on Through earthly storms to Him, The pole star for the sinner’s bark, Whose light is never dim. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: CURAÇAO

My Heart A Blissful Theme Indites

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11615 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 My heart a blissful theme indites; Rehearse, my lips the song! A lovely gift, the gift of Heaven, Impels the strain along. 2 See where, amid a smiling train, The modest bridegroom stands; Exulting to complete his love, In wedlock’s sacred bands! 3 Be his, the eloquence of truth, The tenderness of soul! With virtue bright be every scene, Long as the years shall roll! 4 Fair maiden! now from home estranged, And charms which none forget, Accept the hand that wipes thy tears, And softens thy regret! 5 Nor deem thy much loved parents lost; Yet blooms a brighter joy; United hearts, domestic bliss, And cares that never cloy! 6 Confirm, in Heaven, our blessings, Lord! On this new wedded pair! To them be Thou a glorious throne, And hear their mutual prayer! Languages: English Tune Title: PRESBYTER

Gifts

Author: Clara H. Thwaites Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11765 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: They came from lands of orient light Lyrics: 1 They came from lands of orient light, By glorious hopes inspired: Their eyes had seen the Day-star bright, By nations long desired; What burning message from the skies Had swept across each soul? What midnight call had turned their eyes To seek blest Israel’s goal? 2 Had captive exiles, weeping sore, Zion’s Redeemer sung, Till Zion’s song forevermore Through alien lands had rung? Had merchandise, with better things Than frankincense for fame, Wafted among those eastern kings The fragrance of a name? 3 The name Emmanuel? did they yearn To know His scepter’s rule? And fain would sage or monarch learn In favored Israel’s school? Oh! songs of wonder rang of old Across the waters blue, When Egypt’s billows backward rolled To let the tribes pass through! 4 And echoes of triumphant psalms, And prayers for Zion’s King, Still whispered, ’mid the desert palms, From Israel, wandering. A poet sang in grandest strain Of Jacob’s Morning Star— Of One whose still increasing reign Should bless the nations far. 5 And while the tented warriors lay In Moab’s plain below, Prophetic lips, though tempted, may Utter no word of woe. He blessed the happy tribes! He saw Where Judah crouched to spring— The conquering Lion, He whose law Subject the world should bring. 6 Then Arnon sang a thunder psalm Amid his dark ravines! While answering torrents broke the calm Amid the somber pines. And so the glad evangel crept, As twilight into day; And so the glad evangel swept The gloom of night away. 7 And some it meets with meteor flash, In midnight vigil giv’n, And some it greets with cymbal clash, And herald songs from Heav’n! Let all who hear, obey! and rise To greet the coming King— With eastern pilgrims timely wise Their eager homage bring! 8 They journeyed on. Moons waxed and waned, Yet glowed faith’s deathless fires: Vast plains were crossed, or ere they gained The land of fond desires. And pilgrim raptures greet them now, The rippling fords they throng. O winding Jordan, greet them now With cataract and song! 9 Through dark ravine, where torrents leap, Through gorge and keen crevasse, The burdened camels climb the steep Ascent of mountain pass. The Holy Mount they view afar; The rocky fastness gleams— At last the longing pilgrims reach The city of their dreams! 10 One thought is theirs, one eager quest, The King—O where is He? Though palace fair holds not such guest, They yearn His face to see. Ring out, prophetic song, and tell Where Israel’s scepter lies! And where the Prince of Peace may dwell, Show, meteor in the skies! 11 They come! they come! A little child With beckoning hand, doth call; They bend before the Undefiled— The Lord and God of all. And gold and incense, treasures meet For earth’s divinest king, They pour in worship at His feet— The Gentiles’ offering. 12 They learn the name of saving health, By herald angels giv’n: The world wide treasury of wealth Outpoured from bounteous Heav’n On us! For fellow heirs are we With Zion. Who can tell Our mercies, treasures, glories free— Riches unsearchable? 13 What bring we to our saving God, With heart and hand uplift? O’er waste and wild the sages trod, For worship and for gift. O laggard race to own the King! Closed hands shall work us woe! Fleet foot and open hand would bring The Church a swift inflow. 14 Yea, they would come from east, from west, Obedient to Love’s call— Would fly, as doves to seek their rest Ere midnight shadows fall. We lose by our withholding—choose Fair lot apart from pain. The life so saved, alas! we lose, And Rachel mourns her slain. 15 We yield our treasures to the world, Our sons for earthly fame, Although our banner brave unfurled Bears Christ’s victorious name. Let Him take all! Fair childhood’s dreams, And manhood’s forceful fires; And let Him turn youth’s rapturous streams To work His grand desires. 16 Let Him take all! Not yet we find Wherewith to serve our Lord. Let not a hoof be left behind, According to His Word! Return, calm age of simple need, Wealth’s fullness boldly cast At Christ’s own feet—if true our creed, Of Love’s enthusiast! 17 He will be no man’s debtor! Swift He’ll rain His gifts on thee; Transmute to gold thy honest gift By Heav’n’s own alchemy! O Church of Christ! arise and prove Thy unused wealth in Him; Closed hands have shown thy waning love, Thy faith and hope grown dim. 18 We see not yet what bright increase May wait on homely gift; His miracles shall never cease To bless with answer swift. We see not yet what undreamed powers May spring from lowly faith; Let us believe all things are ours, For so the Master saith. 19 Still let the old heroic blood, Which stirred in eastern sage, Impel to eager, earnest mood This doubting, selfish age. And doubt, for idle dreamers meet, And scorn, of darkness born, Shall end in worship at His feet, Who is our Star of Morn. Languages: English Tune Title: VOX DILECTI