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All My Soul to God I Raise

Author: Timothy Dudley-Smith Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: [All My Soul to God I Raise] Scripture: Psalm 25 Text Sources: A House of Praise (Hope Publishing Company,, 2003)

All ye Gentile lands awake!

Author: Johann von Rist; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 8 hymnals

Mistful Are Our Waiting Eyes

Author: Samuel J. Stone Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1. Mistful are our waiting eyes, As of them who saw Him rise From that mountain to the skies. Then the holy angels near Gave them tidings of good cheer: Jesus shall again appear. 2. And we wait an angel’s cry, Piercing earthward from the sky: Now, behold your Lord is nigh! Yet, who shall abide that day, When the Judge with dread array Comes for universal sway? 3. Dreadly shall His summons sweep, Heard by those who wake or sleep, On the height or in the deep: Heard by Life ’mid all its bloom, Heard by Death in every tomb— Terrible decree of doom. 4. For the gathered souls who stand, Waiting that supreme command, He shall part on either hand. To those souls of quick and dead, Come, shall be the blessing said, Go, shall be the cursing dread. 5. Lord, dwell in us now, we pray, That, in the dividing day, We be not the cast away! So shall we till Thou appear Blend, in longing eye and ear, Holy joy with holy fear! Used With Tune: REDHEAD Text Sources: Lyra Fidelium; Twelve Hymns of the Twelve Articles of the Apostle’s Creed (London: Messrs. Parker and Company, 1866), alt.

Sing, My Soul, His Wondrous Love

Author: Anonymous Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 122 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Sing, my soul, His wondrous love, Who from yon bright world above, Ever watchful o’er our race, Still to man extends His grace; Sing, my soul, His wondrous love, Sing, my soul, His wondrous love. 2. Heaven and earth by Him were made; He by all must be obeyed; What are we that He should show So much love to us below? Sing, my soul, His wondrous love, Sing, my soul, His wondrous love. 3. God, thus merciful and good, Bought us with the Savior’s blood; And to make our safety sure, Guides us by His spirit pure; Sing, my soul, His wondrous love, Sing, my soul, His wondrous love. 4. Sing, my soul, adore His name, Let His glory be my theme; Praise Him till He calls thee home; Trust His love for all to come; Praise, oh praise the God of love, Praise, oh praise the God of love. Used With Tune: SURABAYA Text Sources: Appeared in an 1800 Baltimore, Maryland, collection, in three verses, and in four verses in the 1826 American Prayer Book Collection

"Till He Come!"

Author: Edward Henry Bickersteth Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 253 hymnals First Line: "Till he come!" O let the words Lyrics: 1 "Till he come!" O let the words linger on the trembling chords; let the "little while" between in their golden light be seen; let us think how heav'n and home lie beyond that "Till he come." 2 See, the feast of love is spread, drink the wine and break the bread - sweet memorials - till the Lord call us round his heav'nly board; some from earth, from glory some, severed only "Till he come!" Topics: Holy Communion; Earthly concerns; Holy Communion; Life to Come Scripture: John 16:16-19 Used With Tune: WELLS

Make a Joyful Noise to God!

Author: Michael Morgan Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Make a joyful noise to God!

Sing it o'er and o'er again

Author: Emma Frances Bevan (1827-1909); Erdmann Neumeister (1671-1756) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 238 hymnals First Line: Sinners Jesus will receive Lyrics: 1 Sinners Jesus will receive; Tell this word of grace to all Who the heavenly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall; This can bring them back again: Christ receiveth sinful men. 2 Shepherds seek their wandering sheep O'er the mountains bleak and cold; Jesus such a watch doth keep O'er the lost ones of His fold, Seeking them o'er moor and fen: Christ receiveth sinful men. 3 Sick and sorrowful and blind, I with all my sins draw nigh; O my Saviour, Thou canst find Help for sinners such as I; Speak that word of love again: Christ receiveth sinful men. 4 Christ receiveth sinful men, Even me with all my sin; Op'neth to me heaven again; With Him I may enter in. Death hath no more sting nor pain: Christ receiveth sinful men. Amen. Topics: The Life in Christ The Call of Christ; Christ Call, Answering Christ's; Christ Calling Us; Christ Friend, The; Christ Love of; Christ Saviour, Our; Evangelistic Services; Forgiveness; Invitation; Redemption; Voice of Jesus Used With Tune: BERLIN

In a garden, man was placed

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: In a garden,--man was placed, Meet abode for innocence, With his Maker's image graced; Sin crept in, and drove him thence, Through the world, a wretch undone, Seeking rest, and finding none. In a garden,--on that night, When our Saviour was betray'd, With what world-redeeming might, In His agony He pray'd! Till He drank the vengeance up, And with mercy fill'd the cup. In a garden,--on the Cross, When the spear His heart had riven, 264 And for earth's primeval loss, Heaven's best ransom had been given; Jesus rested from his woes, Jesus from the dead arose. Here, not Eden's bowers are found, Nor forlorn Gethsemane, Nor that calm sepulchral ground, At the foot of Calvary; Yet this scene may well recall Sweet remembrances of all. Emblem of the Church below! Where the Spirit and the Word, Fall like dews, like breezes blow, And the Lord God's voice is heard, Walking in the cool of day, While the world is far away. Emblem of the Church above! Where, as in their native clime, 'Midst the garden of his love, Rescued from the rage of time, Saints, as trees of life shall stand, Planted by His own right hand. Round the fair enclosure here, Flames no cherub's threatening sword; Ye, who enter, feel no fear: Roof'd by heaven, with verdure floor'd, Breathing balm from blossoms gay, This is Paradise to-day. Yet one moment meditate On our parents' banishment, 265 When from Eden's closing gate, Hand in hand, they weeping went, Spikenard groves no more to dress, But a thorn-set wilderness. Then, remember Him who laid Uncreated splendour by, Lower than the angels made, Fallen man to glorify; And from death beyond the grave, Unto life immortal save. Think of Him,--your souls He sought, Wandering, never to return; Hath He found you?--At the thought, Your glad hearts within you burn: Then your love, like His, extend; Be like Him, the sinner's friend. Ye, who smile in rosy youth, Glow with manhood, fade through years, Send the life, the light, the truth, To dead hearts, blind eyes, deaf ears; And your very pleasures make Charities for Jesus' sake. So shall gospel-glory run, Round the globe to every clime, Brighter than the circling sun; Hastening that millennial time, When the earth shall be restored, As the garden of the Lord. Topics: Garden thoughts; Missionary work

Blessed Saviour, thee I love

Author: Rev. George Duffield, Jr., 1818-1888 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 161 hymnals Topics: Abiding in Christ; Choosing Christ; Christ Preciousness of; Christians Dependence on Christ; Earthly Pleasures; Renouncing All for Christ; Self-Consecration Used With Tune: SPANISH HYMN

Now the sun at noon of day

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Now the sun at noon of day, Shines upon the earth below; And the fields in bright array, Spread their beauty in its glow;-- Jesus, Lord, when noon controls, May Thy beauty grace our souls. Weary, when the noon oppressed, Thou didst rest upon the well, And a sinning soul was blest, As Thy words divinely fell;-- Lord, Thy living water give, That our thirsting souls may live. 11 Once at noon, a midnight dread Blotted out the earth and sky, For the God-man bowed His head, And creation saw Him die;-- May Thy death our dying be, May we rise, O Christ, with Thee. In Thy realm of light above, Rising suns, nor setting, shine; Thou, Thyself, O Lord of Love, Ceaseless pour'st Thy light divine;-- Lord, where noontide shines alway Bring our souls, we humbly pray.