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Wake, Spirit, who in times now olden

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Bogatsky Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: Wake, Spirit, who in times now olden Didst fire the watchmen of the Church's youth, And against ev'ry foe embolden, To witness day and night th'eternal truth, Whose voices through the world are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know and do Thy will: Soon may that fire from heaven be lent us, That swift from land to land its flame may leap! Soon, Lord, that,priceless boon be sent us Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap The hnrvest of tho soul,--look down nnd view How great the harvest, but the labourers few. Lord, to our earnest prayer now hearken, The prayer we offer at Thy Son's command, For, lo! while storms around us darken, Thy children's hearts are stirr'd in every land, To cry for help, with fervent soul, to Thee; O hear us, Lord, and speak: "Thus let it be!" Oh speedily that help be granted! Send forth evangelists, in spirit strong, Arm'd with Thy Word, a host undaunted, Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong, And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim, To be Thy kingdom and to know Thy name! Grant that for which Thy people calleth! Send down Thy promised Spirit, Lord, in might, Before whom every barrier falleth, And let it thus at evening-time be light; Oh rend the heavens, and make Thy presence felt, The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt. Let Zion's paths lie waste no longer, Remove the hindrances that there have lain, And let Thy Word go forth to conquer; Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain, Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school Bloom as a garden 'neath thy prospering rule.

Thy parents' arms now yield thee

Author: A. Knapp Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Thy parents' arms now yield thee, With lover all glowing warm, To Him who best can shield thee, To that Eternal Arm That bids the dead arise, And earth and heav'n upholdeth, That tender babes enfoldeth, And leads them to the skies. Wash'd in the blood that gushes From out His wounded heart, Wrapp'd in the peace that hushes All earthly woe and smart, Begin thy pilgrimage, And seek, as more thou learnest, With wisdom glad yet earnest, Thy proper heritage. Oh sweet shall sound the voices That hail thee from above, Where heaven's bright host rejoices Before the Eternal Love: "Now past is all thy strife, And thou canst wander never, Then bless the hour for ever That call'd thee into life!

From Thy heav'nly home

Author: Marot Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: From Thy heav'nly home, Son of God, make known Now Thy pow'r, Thy Spirit send us, Strength for this great work to lend us, That we all may be Wholly giv'n to Thee. Thou our hearts prepare, Shed Thy gladness there, That we boldly may confess Thee As our only Lord, and bless Thee Whose most precious blood Flow'd to work our good. Draw our hearts above, Fill them with Thy love, So to keep the vows we offer, Scorning all that earth can proffer, Truly day by day Walking in Thy way. And as we draw near For Thy blessing here, May Thy grace in heavenly showers Quicken all our inner powers, And Thy light and peace In our hearts increase. Let Thy Spirit, Lord, Promised in Thy Word, Keep us steadfastly in union With Thy faithful saints' communion, Till in yon blest place We behold Thy face!

Oh how could I forget Him

Author: Kern, died 1835 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: Oh how could I forget Him, Who ne'er forgetteth me? Or tell the love that let Him Descend to set me free? Have I not seen Him dying For us on yonder tree? Have I not heard him crying, Arise and follow me? For ever will I love Him Who saw my hopeless plight, Who felt my sorrows move Him, And brought me life and light; Whose arm shall be around me When my last hour is come, And suffer none to wound me, Though dark the passage home. He gives me pledges holy, His body and His blood, He lifts the scorn'd, the lowly, He makes my courage good, For He will reign within me, And shed His graces there; The heaven He died to win me Can I then fail to share? In joy and sorrow ever Shine through me, Blessed Heart, Who bleeding for us, never Didst shrink from sorest smart! Whate'er I've lov'd, or striven, Or borne, I bring to Thee, Now let Thy heart and heaven Stand open, Lord, to me.

Now hush your cries, and shed no tear

Author: N. Hermann Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: Now hush your cries, and shed no tear, On such death none should look with fear; He died a faithful Christian man, And with his death true life began. Coffin and grave we deck with care, His body reverently we bear, It is not dead but rests in God, And softly sleeps beneath the sod. It seems as all were over now,-- The heavy limbs, the soulless brow,-- Yet through these rigid limbs once more A nobler life, ere long, shall pour. These dead dry bones again shall feel New warmth and vigour through them steal Reknit and living they shall soar On high where Christ lives evermore. This body, lying stiff and stark, Shall rise unharm'd from out the dark, And swiftly mount up through the skies Even as the spirit heavenwards flies. The buried grain of wheat must die, Wither'd and worthless long must lie, Yet springs to light all sweet and fair, And proper fruits shall richly bear: Even so this body made of dust, To earth we once again entrust, And painless it shall slumber here, Until the Last Great Day appear. God breathed into this house of clay The spirit that hath pass'd away, Christ gave the true courageous mind, The noble heart, ye no more find. Now earth has hid it from our eyes, Till God shall bid it wake and rise, Who ne'er the creature will forget, On whom His image He hath set. Ah would that promised Day were here, When Christ shall once again appear; When He shall call, nor one be lost, To endless life earth's buried host!

The precious seed of weeping

Author: Spitta Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: The precious seed of weeping Today we sow once more, The form of one now sleeping, Whose pilgrimage is o'er. Ah! death but safely lands him Where we too would attain; Our Father's voice demands him, And death to him is gain. He has what we are wanting, He sees what we believes, The sins on earth so haunting Have there no power to grieve; Safe in His Saviour's keepings Who sent him calm release,-- 'Tis only we are weeping, He dwells in perfect peace. The crown of life he weareth. He bears the shining palm, The "Holy, holy," heareth, And joins the angels' psalm; But we poor pilgrims wander Still through this land of woe, Till we shall meet him yonder, And all his joy shall know.

What shall I, a sinner, do?

Author: Flittner Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: What shall I, a sinner, do? Whither shall I turn for aid? Conscience waking brings to view Sins that make me sore afraid. This my confidence shall be, Jesus, I will cleave to Thee. True, I have transgress'd Thy will, Oft have grieved Thee by my sin, Yet I know Thou lov'st me still, For I hear Thy voice within; Then, though sin accuses me, Jesus, I will cleave to Thee. Here the Christians oft must bear Many a cross and bitter smart If their lot in this I share, Shall I waver or depart? Loyal still my heart shall be, Jesus, still I cleave to Thee. Well I know this life of ours Is but as a fleeting dream; Round us darkness ever lowers, Death is nearer than we deem; Who knows what to-day may see? Jesus, I will cleave to Thee. If I die, I do but cease Sooner from this toil and care, And I rest in perfect peace In the grave, since Thou wert there; There Thy light shall comfort me, There too I will cleave to Thee. Then, Lord Jesu, Thou art mine, Till Thou bring me to that place Where I shall for ever shine In Thy light, and see Thy face: Blessed will that haven be! Jesus, I will cleave to Thee.

Lord Jesu Christ, in Thee alone

Author: Schneesing Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: Lord Jesu Christ, in Thee alone My only hope on earth I place, For other comforter is none, No help have I but in Thy grace. There is no man nor creature here, No angel in the heav'nly sphere, Who at my need can succour me; I cry to Thee, For Thou canst end my misery. My sin is very sore and great, I weep and mourn its load beneath; O free me from this heavy weight, My Saviour, through Thy precious death; And with my Father for me plead That Thou hast suffer'd in my stead; From me the burden then is roll'd, And I lay hold On Thy dear promises of old. And of Thy mercy now bestow True Christian faith on me, O Lord! That all the sweetness I may know That in Thy holy cross is stored; Love Thee o'er earthly pride or pelf, And love my neighbour as myself; And when at last is come my end, Be Thou my Friend, From all assaults my soul defend. Glory to God in highest heaven, The Father of eternal love; To His clear Son, for sinners given, Whose watchful grace we daily prove; To God the Holy Ghost on high; Oh ever be His comfort nigh, And teach us, free from sin and fear, To please Him here, And serve Him in the sinless sphere!

Our Father, Thou in heav'n above

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Luther Appears in 26 hymnals Lyrics: Our Father, Thou in heav'n above, Who biddest us to dwell in love, As brethren of one family, And cry for all we need to Thee; Teach us to mean the words we say, And from the inmost heart to pray. All hallow'd be Thy name, O Lord! Oh let us firmly keep Thy Word, And lead, according to Thy name, A holy life, untouch'd by blame; Let no false teachings do us hurt-- All poor deluded souls convert. Thy kingdom come! Thine let it be In time, and through eternity! Oh let Thy Holy Spirit dwell With us, to rule and guide us well; From Satan's mighty power and rage Preserve Thy Church from age to age. Thy will be done on earth, O Lord, As where in heaven Thou art adored! Patience in time of grief below, Obedience true through weal and woe; Strength, tempting wishes to control That thwart Thy will within the soul. Give us to-day our daily bread, Let us be duly clothed and fed, And keep Thou from our homes afar Famine and pestilence and war, That we may live in godly peace, Unvex'd by cares and avarice. Forgive our sins, that they no more May grieve and haunt us as before, As we forgive their trespasses Who unto us have done amiss; Thus let us dwell in charity, And serve each other willingly. Into temptation lead us not, And when the foe doth war and plot Against our souls on every hand, Then, arm'd with faith, oh may we stand Against him as a valiant host, Through comfort of the Holy Ghost Deliver us from evil, Lord, The days are dark and foes abroad; Redeem us from the second death, And when we yield our dying breath, Console us, grant us calm release, And take our souls to Thee in peace. Amen! that is, so let it be! Strengthen our faith and trust in Thee, That we may doubt not, but believe That what we ask, we shall receive; Thus in Thy name and at Thy word We say Amen, now hear us, Lord!

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint

Author: Anon. Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me; True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; Oh let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. Oh grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven; Thy word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger; From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer; I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger; When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power. So, through deliverance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not!