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While Sinners Utter Boasting Words
Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8169 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 While sinners utter boasting words,
And glory in their shame;
The Lord, well pleased, an ear affords
To those who fear His name.
2 They often meet to seek His face,
And what they do or say,
Is noted in His book of grace,
Against another day.
3 For they, by faith, a day descry,
A joyfully expect,
When He, descending from the sky,
His jewels will collect.
4 Unnoticed now, because unknown,
A poor and suffering few;
He comes to claim them for His own,
And bring them forth to view.
5 With transport then, their Savior’s care
And favor they shall prove;
As tender parents guard and spare
The children of their love.
6 Assembled worlds will then discern
The saints alone are blest;
When wrath shall like an oven burn,
And vengeance strike the rest. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
While Sinners Utter Boasting Words
How Hast Thou, Lord, From Year To Year
Author: Thomas Gibbons, 1720-1785 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8873 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How hast Thou, Lord, from year to year,
Our land with plenty crowned!
And generous fruit and golden grain
Have spread their riches round.
2 But we Thy mercies have abused
To more abounding crimes;
What heights, what daring heights in sin
Disgrace and mark our times!
3 Equal, though awful, is the doom,
That fierce descending rain
Should into inundations swell,
And crush the rising grain!
4 How just, that in the autumn’s reign,
When we had hoped to reap,
Our fields of sorrow and despair
Should lie a hideous heap!
5 But Lord, have mercy on our land,
Those floods of vengeance stay:
Dispel these glooms, and let the sun
Shine in unclouded day!
6 To Thee alone we look for help;
None else of dew or rain
Can give the world the smallest drop
Or smallest drop restrain. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
How Hast Thou, Lord, From Year To Year
Sweet Is The Light, What'er It Be
Author: Thomas Davis Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9120 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet is the light, whate’er it be Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the light, whate’er it be,
That leads us to the Lord;
And sure are they, who seek His face,
To find their great reward.
2 A star once led a chosen few
To gaze with raptured heart
Upon the infant Savior’s form,
And costliest gifts impart.
3 More blest are we, although not led
To Him we worship thus:
The star is gone; the risen Sun
Reveals Himself to us.
4 O may His beams yet dearer grow,
Till ours be that bright crown
Received where He for ever shines,
A Sun that goes not down! Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
Sweet Is The Light, What'er It Be
No Time
Author: Richard W. Adams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9489 First Line: With God’s Shekinah glory filled Lyrics: 1 With God’s Shekinah glory filled,
Heav’n needs no sun or moon;
As dawn and sunset merge to shine
In bright, unending noon.
2 No spinning spheres the seasons mark,
No ebb of moon-pulled tide,
No precious moment to be lost,
No time to kill or bide.
3 No evening when the flowers close,
At looming end of day;
No rush to finish work undone,
No light that will not stay.
4 No midnight watchman in the street,
Or guard upon the wall,
The gates of pearl need never shut,
No foe can there appall.
5 No rooster greets the coming sun,
No haste to rise and toil;
No need to wake, for none have slept:
No dreaded daily moil.
6 No fleeting years, or misspent hours,
No soon, or late, or speed;
No yesterday, tomorrow, nor
A tyrant clock to heed.
7 No ghosts of past or future there,
In all that light kissed land;
But endless joy and peace abound,
Blessed by the great I AM.
8 No sick beds, cemeteries there,
No hearts with grief o’ercome;
No tombstones marching row by row
To death’s low sounding drum.
9 Time’s darkly flowing river now
Is banished from on high;
Before us yearless streams of life:
We have no time to die. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
No Time
My Savior, How Thy Soul Was Awed
Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9844 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My Savior, how Thy soul was awed,
When, hanging on the tree,
Thou criedst aloud, "My God, my God,"
Hast Thou forsaken Me?
2 When angry foes around Thee strove,
And faithless friends forsook;
And earth below, and Heaven above,
Wore one dark threatening look.
3 Beneath Thy cross, Lord, let me lie,
Thy bleeding love to view;
And weep, and watch, and pray that I
May ne’er those wounds renew.
4 Beneath Thy cross O let me lie,
And mark what Thou hast won,
And hear Thy last triumphant cry,
"’Tis done! The work is done!"
5 Lord, let my soul that triumph share;
I look to Thee to save.
Where is thy sting, O death? and where
Thy victory, O grave? Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
My Savior, How Thy Soul Was Awed
Father, I Long, I Faint To See
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9994 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of Thine abode;
I’d leave Thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to Thy seat, my God!
2 Here I behold Thy distant face,
And ’tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in Thine embrace
Is infinite delight.
3 I’d part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon Thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.
4 There all the heav’nly hosts are seen,
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigor in
With wonder and with love.
5 Then at Thy feet with awful fear
Th’ adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th’ eternal All.
6 There I would vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss;
While "less than nothing" I could boast,
And "vanity confess."
7 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.
Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
Father, I Long, I Faint To See
He Who On Earth As Man Was Known
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10315 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 He who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains;
Now, seated on th’eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumbered sound His praise,
In yonder world above;
His saints on earth admire His ways,
And glory in His love.
4 His righteousness, to faith revealed,
Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding place and shield,
From enemies and storms.
5 This land, through which His pilgrims go,
Is desolate and dry;
But streams of grace from Him o’erflow
Their thirst to satisfy.
6 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head;
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.
7 How glorious He! how happy they
In such a glorious friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
He Who On Earth As Man Was Known
How Shall I Look Upon That Brow?
Author: K. Y. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10796 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How shall I look upon that brow Lyrics: 1 How shall I look upon that brow,
O crowned with thorns for me?
How shall I lift my sinful eyes,
Those glorious eyes to see?
2 How shall I dare to look upon
The piercèd hands and feet,
When all the dead in Christ shall rise
Their risen Lord to meet?
3 How shall I venture, holy Lord,
To come before Thee now,
All stained with sin my evil heart,
Its mark upon my brow?
4 My waywardness, my willfulness,
The sins I dare not name,
Gave to the Lord of Life His death,
The Lord of Glory shame.
5 The lame and blind were hated then
Of holy David’s soul;
They came to Thee in temple, Lord,
And Thou didst make them whole.
6 The leper dared not sit or rest
Where trace of man had been;
Yet didst Thou deign, all merciful,
To touch, and make him clean.
7 From some the righteous pure will shrink,
And shun their face to see,
But harlot and the publican
Thou calledst unto Thee.
8 And when Thy blessèd hands were pierced,
Upon the bitter tree,
Even in that hour of agony,
Thou thought with love of me.
9 Alas! I knew not what I did,
I know not what I do,
When by my sins I crucify
The Son of God anew.
10 I only know that I am vile,
More vile than words can say,
But know that Jesus did not will
The worst be cast away. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
How Shall I Look Upon That Brow?
In Mercy, Not In Wrath, Rebuke
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12038 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads Thine angry look,
And trembles at Thy rod.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
Regard my heavy groans;
O let Thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones!
3 By day my busy beating head
Is filled with anxious fears;
By night, upon my restless bed,
I weep a flood of tears.
4 Thus desolate I sit and mourn,
Mine eyes grow dull with grief;
How long, my Lord, ere Thou return,
And bring my soul relief?
5 O come and show Thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise Thee in the grave,
Or sing Thy name in death?
6 Hear Satan, cruel and envious foe,
Insult me in my pain;
He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain.
7 But hence, thou enemy, depart!
Nor tempt me to despair;
My Savior comes to cheer my heart,
The Lord has heard my prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
In Mercy, Not In Wrath, Rebuke
When Any Turn From Zion's Way
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13048 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When any turn from Zion’s way Lyrics: 1 When any turn from Zion’s way,
(Alas! what numbers do!)
Methinks I hear my Savior say,
"Wilt thou forsake Me too?"
2 Ah Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast;
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
3 Yet Thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom, or whither, could I go,
If I should turn from Thee?
4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured
Thou art the Christ of God;
Who hast eternal life secured
By promise and by blood.
5 The help of men and angels joined,
Could never reach my case;
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in Thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but Thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;
No love but Thine can make me blest,
And satisfy my heart.
7 What anguish has that question stirred,
If I will also go?
Yet, Lord, relying on Thy Word,
I humbly answer, "No!" Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
When Any Turn From Zion's Way
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