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Lord! Thy death and passion give

Author: Heermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #31 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Lord! Thy death and passion give Strength and comfort at my need, Every hour while here I live On Thy love my soul shall feed. Doth some evil thought upstart? Lo, Thy cross defends my heart, Shows the peril, and I shrink Back from loitering on the brink. Doth my carnal nature yearn After wanton joys? again Quickly to Thy cross I turn, And her voice is heard in vain. Cometh strong temptation's hour, When my foe puts forth his power? Sheltered by this holy shield, Soon I drive him from the field. Would the world my steps entice To yon wide and level road, Filled with mirth and pleasant vice? Lord, I think upon the load Thou didst once for me endure, And I fly all thoughts impure; Thinking on Thy bitter pains, Hushed in prayer my heart remains. Yes, Thy cross hath power to heal All the wounds of sin and strife, Lost in Thee my heart doth feel Sudden warmth and nobler life. In my saddest, darkest grief, Let Thy sweetness bring relief, Thou who camest but to save, Thou who fearedst not the grave! Lord, in Thee I place my trust, Thou art my defence and tower; Death Thou treadest in the dust, O'er my soul he hath no power. That I may have part in Thee, Help and save and comfort me, Give me of Thy grace and might, Resurrection, life and light. Fount of Good, within me dwell, For the peace Thy presence sheds Keeps us safe in conflict fell, Charms the pain from dying beds. Hide me close within Thine arm, Where no foe can hurt or harm; Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest, He hath conquered, he is blest. Languages: English

Lord, on earth I dwell in pain

Author: Neumann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #46 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Lord, on earth I dwell in pain; Here in anguish I must lie; Wherefore leav'st Thou me again, Why ascendest Thou on high? Take me, take me hence with Thee, Or abide, Lord, still in me; Let Thy love and gifts be left, That I be not all bereft. Leave Thy heart with me behind, Take mine hence with Thee away; Let my sighs an entrance find To Thy heaven whene'er I pray. When I cannot pray, oh plead With Thy Father in my stead; Seated now at God's right hand, Help us here Thy faithful band. Help me earthly toys to spurn, Raise my thoughts from things below; Mortal am I, yet I yearn Heavenly like my Lord to grow, That my time through faith may be Ordered for eternity; Till we meet, all perils o'er, Whither Thou hast gone before. In due season come again, As was promised us of old; Raise the members that have lain Gnawed of death beneath the mould, Judge the evil world that deems Thy sure words but empty dreams; Then for all our sorrows past, Let us know Thy joy at last. Languages: English

Heart and heart together bound

Author: Zinzendorf; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #53 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Heart and heart together bound, Seek in God your true repose, In your love the price be found Of your Saviour's love and woes; We the members, He the Head, He the sun, we beams He showers, Brethren by one Master led, We are His, and he is ours. Children of His realm draw near, Make your covenant stronger still, From your hearts allegiance swear Unto Him who conquered ill. If your bonds are yet too weak, If but fragile yet they prove, Help from His good Spirit seek Who can steel the chains of love. Only such love will suffice, As the love that dwells in Him, Love that from the cross ne'er flies, Love that spares not life or limb; 'Twas for sinners He was slain, 'Twas for foes He shed His blood, That His death for all might gain Endless life--the Highest Good. Thus, O truest Friend, unite All Thy consecrated band, That their hearts be set aright To fulfil Thy last command. Each must onward urge his friend, Helping him in word and deed, Love's blest pathway to ascend, Following on where Thou dost lead. Thou who dost command that all Practise love who bear Thy name, Wake the dead, new followers call, Touch the slothful with Thy flame. Let us live, O Lord, at one, As Thou with the Father art, That through all the world be none Of Thy members left apart. Then were given what Thou hast sought, In the Son were all men freed, And the world at last were taught That Thy rule is blest indeed. Father of all souls, we praise Thee who shinest in the Son; Lord, to Thee our hymns we raise, Who hast all men to Thee drawn! Languages: English

What within me and without

Author: A. H. Franke, 1663-1727; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #54 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: What within me and without, Hourly on my spirit weighs, Burdening heart and soul with doubt, Darkening all my weary days: In it I behold Thy will, God, who givest rest and peace, And my heart is calm and still, Waiting till Thou send release. God! Thou art my rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms, Thou wilt send me help at length, And I feel no wild alarms. Sin nor Death can pierce the shield Thy defence has o'er me thrown, Up to Thee myself I yield, And my sorrows are Thine own. Thou my shelter from the blast, Thou my strong defence art ever; Though my sorrows thicken fast, Yet I know Thou leav'st me never; When my foe puts forth his might, And would tread me in the dust, To this rock I take my flight, And I conquer him through trust. When my trials tarry long, Unto Thee I look and wait, Knowing none, though keen and strong, Can my faith in Thee abate. And this faith I long have nurst, Comes alone, O Lord, from Thee; Thou my heart didst open first, Thou didst set this hope in me. Christians! cast on Him your load, To your tower of refuge fly; Know He is the Living God, Ever to His creatures nigh. Seek His ever-open door In your hours of utmost need; All your hearts before Him pour, He will send you help with speed. But hast thou some darling plan, Cleaving to the things of earth? Leanest thou for aid on man? Thou wilt find him nothing worth. Rather trust the One alone Whose is endless power and love, And the help He gives His own, Thou in very deed shalt prove. Yea, on Thee, my God, I rest, Letting life float calmly on, For I know the last is best, When the crown of joy is won. In Thy might all things I bear, In Thy love find bitters sweet, And with all my grief and care Sit in patience at Thy feet. O my soul, why art thou vexed? Let things go as e'en they will; Though to thee they seem perplexed, Yet His order they fulfil. Here He is thy strength and guard, Power to harm thee here has none; Yonder will He each reward For the works he here has done. Let Thy mercy's wings be spread O'er me, keep me close to Thee, In the peace Thy love doth shed, Let me dwell eternally. Be my All; in all I do Let me only seek Thy will, Where the heart to Thee is true, All is peaceful, calm, and still. Languages: English

Let who will in thee rejoice

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #74 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Let who will in thee rejoice, O thou fair and wondrous earth! Ever anguished sorrow's voice Pierces through thy seeming mirth; Let thy vain delights be given Unto them who love not Heaven, My desire is fixed on Thee, Jesus, dearest far to me! Weary souls with toil outworn, Drooping 'neath the glaring light, Wish that soon the coming morn Might be quenched again in night, That their toils might find a close In a soft and deep repose; I but wish to rest in Thee, Jesus, dearest far to me! Others dare the treacherous wave, Hidden rock and shifting wind— Storm and danger let them brave, Earthly good or wealth to find; Faith shall wing my upward flight Far above yon starry height, Till I find myself with Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend to me! Many a time ere now I said, Many a time again shall say, Would to God that I were dead, Would that in my grave I lay! Rest were mine, and sweet my lot Where the body hindereth not, And the soul can ever be, Jesus, dearest Lord, with Thee! Come, O Death, thou twin of Sleep, Lead me hence,--I pray thee come, Loose my rudder, through the deep Guide my vessel safely home. Thy approach who will may fly, 'Twere a joy to me to die, Death but opes the gates to Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend to me! Would that I today might leave This my earthly prison here, And my crown of joy receive Waiting me in yon bright sphere! In that home of joy, where dwell Hosts of angels, would I tell How the Godhead shines in Thee, Jesus, dearest Lord to me! But not yet the gates of gold I may see nor enter in, Nor the heavenly fields behold, But must sit and mourning spin Life's dark thread on earth below; Let my thoughts then hourly go Whither I myself would be, Jesus, dearest Lord, with Thee! Languages: English

Follow me, in me ye live

Author: Rist; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #77 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Follow me, in me ye live, What ye ask I freely give, Only heed ye lest ye stray, Follow me, the Living Way; Follow me with all your hearts, I will ward off sorrow's darts; Learn from Christ your Lord to be Rich in meek humility. Yea, Lord, meet it is indeed We should all thy bidding heed; Who in fear of this earth's blame, Counts Thy lowly yoke a shame, To Thy name, Lord, hath no right, Is no Christian, in Thy sight. Ah too well I know that we, Hear on earth, should follow Thee. Where is strength, Lord, to fulfil, Glad at heart, Thy works and will, Following on where Thou hast trod? All too weak am I, O God; If awhile Thy paths I keep, Soon I pine for rest and sleep; E'en to love Thee, Lord, aright, Passeth far my feeble might. Yet I will not turn from Thee, Yet my joy in Christ shall be; Help me, make me strong and bold, Firm and fast Thy grace to hold; This world and her lusts I leave, Only to my Lord I cleave; All their promises are lies, But who follows Thee is wise. Thou hast gone before us, Lord, Not with anger, strife, or sword, Not with kingly pomp and pride, But with mercy at Thy side. Moved by wondrous love divine For our life Thou gavest Thine, And Thy precious outpoured blood, Won for us the highest good. Let us follow in such sort, Christ-like every deed and thought, That Thy love most true and kind All our hearts henceforth may bind; None may look behind him now, Who to Christ hath pledged his vow; Jesus leads, no longer stand, Follow me, is His command. Draw me up, my God, from hence, Raise me high o'er earth and sense, That I lose not Thee from sight, Nor in life nor death, my Light! In my soul's most deep recess Let me cherish holiness, Not for show or human praise, But for Thy sake, all my days. Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, So my course to run nor tire, That my practised soul may prove What Thy meekness, what Thy love. Grant me here to trust Thy grace, There with joy to see Thy face, This in time my portion be, That through all eternity! Languages: English

God whom I as love have known

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Richter Hymnal: LG1861 #95 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: God whom I as love have known, Thou hast sickness laid on me, And these pains are sent of Thee, Under which I burn and moan; Let them burn away the sin, That too oft hath checked the love Wherewith Thou my heart wouldst move, When Thy Spirit works within! In my weakness be Thou strong, Be Thou sweet when I am sad, Let me still in Thee be glad, Though my pains be keen and long. All that plagues my body now, All that wasteth me away, Pressing on me night and day, Love ordains, for Love art Thou! Suffering is the work now sent, Nothing I can do but lie Suffering as the hours go by; All my powers to this are bent. Suffering is my gain; I bow To my heavenly Father's will, And receive it hushed and still; Suffering is my worship now. God! I take it from Thy hand As a sign of love, I know Thou wouldst perfect me through woe, Till I pure before Thee stand. All refreshment, all the food Given me for the body's need, Comes from Thee, who lov'st indeed, Comes from Thee, for Thou art good. Let my soul beneath her load Faint not, through the o'erwearied flesh; Let her hourly drink afresh Love and peace from Thee, my God. Let the body's pain and smart Hinder not her flight to Thee, Nor the calm Thou givest me; Keep Thou up the sinking heart. Grant me never to complain, Make me to Thy will resigned, With a quiet, humble mind, Cheerful on my bed of pain. In the flesh who suffers thus, Shall be purified from sin, And the soul renewed within; Therefore pain is laid on us. I commend to Thee my life, And my body to the cross; Never let me think it loss That I thus am freed from strife— Wholly Thine; my faith is sure Whether life or death be mine, I am safe if I am Thine; For 'tis Love that makes me pure. Languages: English

Holy Ghost! my Comforter!

Author: Anonymous; King Robert of France; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #44 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7 Lyrics: Holy Ghost! my Comforter! Now from highest heaven appear, Shed Thy gracious radiance here. Come to them who suffer dearth, With Thy gifts of priceless worth, Lighten all who dwell on earth! Thou the heart's most precious guest, Thou of comforters the best, Give to us, the o'er-laden, rest. Come, in Thee our toil is sweet, Shelter from the noon-day heat, From whom sorrow flieth fleet. Blessed Sun of Grace! O'er all Faithful hearts who on Thee call, Let Thy joy and solace fall. What without Thy aid is wrought, Skilful deed or wisest thought, God will count but vain and nought. Cleanse us, Lord, from sinful stain, O'er the parchèd heart oh rain, Heal the wounded from its pain. Bend the stubborn will to Thine, Melt the cold with fire divine, Erring hearts aright incline. Grant us, Lord, who cry to Thee, Steadfast in the faith to be, Give Thy gifts of charity. May we live in holiness, And in death find happiness, And abide with Thee in bliss! Languages: English

Now all the woods are sleeping

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #91 (1861) Meter: 7.7.8.7.7.8 Lyrics: Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O'er field and city, man and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To prayer awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. O Sun, where art thou vanished? The Night thy reign hath banished, Thy ancient foe, the Night. Farewell, a brighter glory My Jesus sheddeth o'er me, All clear within me shines His light. The last faint beam is going, The golden stars are glowing In yonder dark-blue deep; And such the glory given When called of God to heaven, On earth no more we pine and weep. The body hastes to slumber, These garments now but cumber; And as I lay them by I ponder how the spirit Puts off the flesh t'inherit A shining robe with Christ on high. Now thought and labour ceases, For Night the tired releases And bids sweet rest begin: My heart, there comes a morrow Shall set thee free from sorrow And all the dreary toil of sin. Ye aching limbs! now rest you, For toil hath sore oppressed you, Lie down my weary head; A sleep shall once o'ertake you From which earth ne'er shall wake you, Within a narrower, colder bed. My heavy eyes are closing, When I lie deep reposing— O soul and body, where are ye? To helpless sleep I yield them, Oh let Thy mercy shield them, Thou sleepless Eye, their guardian be! My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing! My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden-armed watch o'er your beds. Languages: English

Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old

Author: Bogatzky; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #17 (1861) Meter: 8.10.8.10.10.10 Lyrics: Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old Didst fire the watchmen of the Church's youth, Who faced the foe, unshrinking, bold, Who witnessed day and night the eternal truth, Whose voices through the world are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know and do Thy will! Oh that thy fire were kindled soon, That swift from land to land its flame might leap! Lord, give us but this priceless boon Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap The harvest of the soul; look down and view How great the harvest, yet the labourers few. Lord, let our earnest prayer be heard, The prayer Thy son Himself hath bid us pray; For, lo! Thy children's hearts are stirred In every land in this our darkening day, To cry for help with fervent soul to Thee; Oh hear us, Lord, and speak, Thus let it be! O haste to help ere we are lost! Send forth evangelist, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, 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. Would there were help within our walls! Oh let thy promised Spirit come again, Before whom every barrier falls, And ere the night once more shine forth as then! Oh rend the heavens and make Thy presence felt, The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt! And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land the truth be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force, And gather to Thy churches far and wide; And waken Israel from her sleep, O Lord! Thus bless and spread the conquests of Thy Word! The Church's deserts paths restore, That stumbling blocks which long in them have lain, May hinder now Thy Word no more; Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain, Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school Bloom as a garden 'neath Thy prospering rule! Languages: English