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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #D2 (1800) Meter: Lyrics: To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, and is, and shall be evermore. AMEN. Topics: Doxologies Languages: English

To Thee be glory, Lord

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #D3 (1800) Meter: Lyrics: To Thee be glory, Lord, whom heaven and earth adore To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, one God for evermore. AMEN. Languages: English

Exult, ye Gentiles! mourn, ye Hebrews!

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete, c. 660-732 Hymnal: Hymns of the Eastern Church (5th ed.) #E3 (1866) Meter: Lyrics: Exult, ye Gentiles! mourn, ye Hebrews! CHRIST, Giver of Life, hath burst The fetters of the Tomb: And raised the dead again, and healed the sick. This is our GOD, Who giveth health To every soul believing on His Name. Marvel of marvels! Thou, O LORD, didst turn The water into wine, As once Thou spak’st the word To Egypt’s river, and forthwith ‘twas blood. All praise to Thee, O LORD, Who now By laying down Thy glory, man renew’st! O overflowing stream of truest life, Our Resurrection, LORD! Thou for our sakes didst toil, Thou for our sakes—so Nature willed—didst thirst: And resting Thee by Sichar’s well, Of the Samaritan didst seek to drink. Thou blessest bread, Thou multipliest fish, Incomprehensible! Thou freely feed’st the crowd, And givest Wisdom’s spring to thirsting men. Thou art our SAVIOUR, O our GOD! Giver of Life to them that trust in Thee! Three co-eternal, co-enthroned, I laud: The unbegotten SIRE, And Co-existant SON, And SPIRIT, co-eternal with the Twain: Tri-hypostatic Essence! One In might and majesty and Godhead sole. Mother of GOD! Thou only didst contain The Uncontainable; And brought’st the Infant forth, Ineffable in Thy Virginity. Hence without ceasing, O most pure, Vouchsafe to call down blessing on Thy flock! Thou turned’st the sea to land, when Thou didst whelm Pharoah and all his host, His chariot and his horse: And ledd’st Thy people to the Holy Mount. Sing we, said they, to Thee our GOD, Mighty in War, this Ode of Victory! Topics: Germanus, Saint Languages: English

Yesterday, with exultation

Author: John Mason Neale; Adam of St. Victor Hymnal: Hymns of the Eastern Church (5th ed.) #E1 (1866) Meter: Lyrics: Yesterday, with exultation Joined the world in celebration Of her promised Saviour’s birth: Yesterday the Angel nation Poured the strains of jubilation O’er the Monarch born on earth. But today, o’er death victorious, By his faith and actions glorious, By his miracles renowned, Dared the Deacon Protomartyr Earthly life for Heav’n to barter, Faithful midst the faithless found. Forward, champion, in thy quarrel! Certain of a certain laurel, Holy Stephen, persevere! Perjured witnesses confounding, Satan’s Synagogue astounding By thy doctrine true and clear. Lo! in Heav’n thy Witness liveth; Bright and faithful proof He giveth Of His Martyr’s full success: Thou by name a Crown impliest; Meetly then in pangs thou diest For the Crown of Righteousness! For a crown that fadeth never, Bear the torturer’s brief endeavour, Victory waits to end the strife. Death shall be thy birth’s beginning, And life’s losing be the winning Of a true and better life. Whom the HOLY GHOST endueth, Whom celestial light imbueth, Stephen penetrates the skies: There GOD’s fullest glory viewing, There his victor strength renewing, For his near reward he sighs. See, as Jewish foes invade thee, See, how JESUS stands to aid thee: Stands, to guard His champion’s death! Cry that opened Heav’n is shown thee: Cry that JESUS waits to own thee: Cry it with thy latest breath! As the dying Martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, And his prayer their pardon sealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then to CHRIST he sleepeth sweetly, Who His pattern kept completely, And with CHRIST he reigneth meetly, Martyr first-fruits, evermore! Languages: English

I sing th'almighty power of God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HII (1866) Meter: First Line: I sing th' almighty power of God Lyrics: I sing th’ almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordain’d The sun to rule the day: The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 24 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill’d the earth with food: He form’d the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. Lord, how thy wonders are display’d Where’er I turn mine eye, If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky! There’s not a plant or flower below, But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 25 Creatures—as numerous as they be— Are subject to thy care: There’s not a place where we can flee, But God is present there. In heaven he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath: ’Tis on his earth I stand or move, And ‘tis his air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye: Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh? Languages: English

Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SII (1866) Meter: 11.11.8 D Lyrics: Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight. 98 If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood: So foul and so fierce are their natures; But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play; For he’s still in earnest that’s hurt: How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and more; There’s none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you, “‘Tis all but in sport.” Languages: English

'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SI (1866) Meter: Lyrics: ’Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain, ‘You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!’ As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. ‘A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!’ Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number; And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands. 96 I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and higher: The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talk’d of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. Said I then to my heart, ‘Here’s a lesson for me! That man’s but a picture of what I might be; But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who have taught me betimes to love working and reading!’ Languages: English

Give to the Father praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXVIII (1866) Meter: Lyrics: Give to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his Grace Be equal honour done. Languages: English

Now let the Father and the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXVII (1866) Meter: Lyrics: Now let the Father and the Son, And Spirit be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Languages: English

There is beyond the sky

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXI (1866) Meter: Lyrics: There is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love; And holy children, when they die, Go to that world above. 48 There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains: There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains. Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end? And may I hope, whene’er I die, I shall to heaven ascend? Then will I read and pray, While I have life and breath, Lest I should be cut off to–day, And sent t’ eternal death. Languages: English


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