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Where wilt Thou go, since night draws near

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: 1 WHERE wilt Thou go, since night draws near, O Jesus Christ, Thou Pilgrim dear? Lord, make me happy, be my Guest, And in my heart, O deign to rest. 2 Grant my request, O dearest Friend, For truly, I Thy best intend; Thou knowest that Thou ever art A welcome Guest unto my heart. 3 The day is now far spent and gone, 'Tis toward evening, night comes on; Then stay with me, Thou heavenly Light, And do not leave me in this night. 4 Enlighten me that from the way That leads to heaven, I may not stray, That I may never be misled, Though night of sin is round me spread. 5 And when I on my death-bed lie, Help me, and let me gently die. O stay! I will not let Thee go! Thou wilt not leave me, Lord, I know. Topics: Easter
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Why should sorrow ever grieve me

Meter: 8.6.6 Appears in 22 hymnals Lyrics: 1 WHY should sorrow ever grieve me; Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son, As mine own To my faith hath given? 2 Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me When I go From earth’s woe, And my breath forsake me. 3 Naught--not e’en the life I’m living, Is mine own, God alone All to me is giving. Must I then His own restore Him? Though bereft Of each gift Still shall I adore Him. 4 Though a heavy cross I’m bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God can help me who doth send it, He doth know All my woe And how best to end it. 5 God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons, too, of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt; Me desert Wholly can He never. 6 Though united world and Devil, All their power Can no more Do than mock and cavil. Let derision now employ them, Christ e’en here Will appear And ’fore all destroy them. 7 True believers shrinking never Where they dwell Should reveal Their true colors ever. When approaching death would scare them Still should they Patient stay And with courage bear them. 8 Death can never kill us even But relief From all grief To us then is given. It doth close life’s mournful story, Make a way That we may Pass to heavenly glory. 9 There I’ll reap enduring pleasure, After woe Here below Suffered in large measure. Lasting good we find here never, All the earth Deemeth worth Vanisheth forever. 10 What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Fall of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that pall me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy forever. 11 Shepherd! Lord! joy’s Fountain ever Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am Thine, because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. 12 Thou’rt mine, for I love and own Thee, Ne’er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me soon behold Thee Face to face, Thy embrace May it soon enfold me! Topics: The Cross and Comfort
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O Bleeding Head, and wounded

Meter: 7.6 Appears in 12 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O BLEEDING Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does thy visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus losest Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression, Which brought this woe on Thee, I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Saviour, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart; When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Passion
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I am content! My Jesus liveth still

Meter: 10.6.10.6.9.9.4 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: 1 I AM content! My Jesus liveth still, In whom my heart is pleased; He hath fulfilled the law of God for me, God's wrath He hath appeased; Since Him from life death could not sever, I also shall not die forever. I am content! 2 I am content! My Jesus is my Head, His member I will be; He bowed His head, when on the cross He died, With cries of agony; Now death is brought into subjection For me, too, by His resurrection. I am content! 3 I am content! My Jesus is my Lord, My Prince of life and peace; His loving heart is thirsting after man's Welfare and future bliss. Where He, my Lord and Master, liveth, His servant also He receiveth. I am content! 4 I am content! My Jesus is my Light, My radiant Sun of grace. His cheering rays beam blessings forth for all, Sweet comfort, hope, and peace. This Easter-sun brings life, salvation, And everlasting exultation. I am content! 5 I am content! Lord, draw me but to Thee, That from the dead I rise With Thee, my Head, and enter cheerfully Into Thy heavenly joys. The fetters of my body sever, Then shall my soul rejoice forever. I am content! Topics: Easter
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Christ, Thou the Champion of the band who own

Meter: 10.4 Appears in 13 hymnals Lyrics: 1 CHRIST, Thou the Champion of the band who own Thy cross, O make Thy succor quickly known! The schemes of those who long our blood have sought Bring Thou to naught. 2 Do Thou Thyself for us Thy children fight, Withstand the Devil, quell his rage and might, Whate'er assails Thy members left below, Do Thou o'erthrow. 3 And give us Thy peace: peace in Church and school, Peace to the powers who o'er our country rule, Peace to the conscience, peace within the heart Do Thou impart. 4 So shall Thy goodness here be still adored, Thou Guardian of Thy little flock, dear Lord; And heaven and earth through all eternity Shall worship Thee. Topics: The Word and the Church Protection of
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Blessed Jesus, at Thy word

Meter: 7.8.8 Appears in 146 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Blessed Jesus, at Thy word We are gathered all to hear Thee; Let our hearts and souls be stirred Now to seek and love and fear Thee; By Thy teachings sweet and holy Drawn from earth to love Thee solely. 2 All our knowledge, sense, and sight Lie in deepest darkness shrouded, Till Thy Spirit breaks our night With the beams of truth unclouded; Thou alone to God canst win us, Thou must work all good within us. 3 Glorious Lord, Thyself impart! Light of Light, from God proceeding, Open Thou our ears and heart, Help us by Thy Spirit’s pleading, Hear the cry Thy people raises, Hear and bless our prayers and praises. 4 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Praise to Thee and adoration! Grant that we Thy word may trust, And obtain true consolation, While we here below must wander, Till we sing Thy praises yonder. Topics: Sunday Opening
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O Lamb of God, most holy

Meter: 7.8 Appears in 13 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O LAMB of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 2 O Lamb of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 3 O Lamb of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Thy peace be with us, O Jesus! Topics: Passion
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O Love, who formedst me to wear

Appears in 56 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O LOVE, who formedst me to wear The image of Thy Godhead here; Who soughtest me with tender care Through all my wand'rings wild and drear-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 2 O Love, who ere life’s earliest dawn On me Thy choice hast gently laid; O Love, who here as man wast born And like to us in all things made-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 3 O Love, who once in time wast slain, Pierced through and through with bitter woe; O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain That we eternal joy might know-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 4 O Love, of whom is truth and light, The Word and Spirit, life and power, Whose heart was bared to them that smite, To shield us in our trial hour-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 5 O Love, who thus hast bound me fast Beneath that gentle yoke of Thine; Love, who hast conquered me at last And rapt away this heart of mine-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 6 O Love, who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; O Love, who didst my ransom pay, Who for me e'er dost intercede-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 7 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise From out this dying life of ours; O Love, who once above yon skies Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be, Topics: The Christian Life Resolve and Holiness
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The Lord my pasture shall prepare

Appears in 557 hymnals Lyrics: 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd’s care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye, My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 While on the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My every wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden green and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Topics: The Redeemer
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There is an hour of peaceful rest

Appears in 566 hymnals Lyrics: 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast: ’Tis found above--in heaven. 2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose--in heaven. 3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven,-- When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heaven. 4 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heaven. 5 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven! Topics: Eternity

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