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Lord Jesus Christ, All Praise To Thee
Author: Martin Luther; Martin Luther; Charles Kinchen Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8312 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, all praise to Thee,
That Thou wast pleased a man to be;
Our low estate Thou didst not scorn;
And angels sang to see Thee born.
2 The heavenly Father’s only Son,
He left His rightful glorious throne;
The Lord through whom the worlds were made
Is in the humble manger laid.
3 The brightness of the light divine
Doth now into our darkness shine;
It breaks upon sin’s gloomy night
And makes us children of the light.
4 The Father’s Son, for ever blest,
Becomes in His own world a guest,
To lead us from this vale of strife
Into the everlasting life. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
Lord Jesus Christ, All Praise To Thee
Be Still, My Heart! These Anxious Cares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9331 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Be still my heart! these anxious cares Lyrics: 1 Be still my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares,
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict His gracious word!
2 Brought safely by His hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if He provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before His mercy-seat,
Thou didst to Him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not His promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Like David, thou may’st comfort draw,
Saved from the bear’s and lion’s paw;
Goliath’s rage I may defy,
For God, my Savior, still is nigh.
6 He who has helped me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through;
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to His praise.
7 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For Heav’n will make amends for all. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
Be Still, My Heart! These Anxious Cares
Father Of Mercies, Bow Thine Ear
Author: Benjamin Beddome Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9990 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Father of mercies, bow Thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer:
We plead for those who plead for Thee;
Successful pleaders may they be!
2 How great their work, how vast their charge!
Do Thou their anxious souls enlarge:
Their best acquirements are our gain;
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe, then with energy divine
Their words, and let their words be Thine;
To them Thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Souls that will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains Thy grace implore,
And feel Thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressèd souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Sion rear her drooping head. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
Father Of Mercies, Bow Thine Ear
All Souls Are Mine
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10768 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: All souls are Mine beneath the sky Lyrics: 1 All souls are Mine beneath the sky;
The soul that sinneth, it shall die:
Whate’er its life, whate’er the past,
One sin unwept is death at last.
2 But if before the dying day
The sinner casts his sins away,
All his misdeeds will I forgive;
He shall not surely die, but live.
3 O house of Israel, have I
A pleasure in the souls that die,
Who life and pardon freely give,
Who only bid thee turn and live?
4 My ways are just, unequal thine;
Thine all for death, for mercy mine;
Thine is the ruin, thine the strife
That will not enter into life.
5 See God descending in thy frame
To suffer in the sinner’s name;
Thy sins to Him imputed see,
And all His righteousness to thee! Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
All Souls Are Mine
Lord Jesus, With Thy Presence Bless
Author: Johannes de Watteville, 1718-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11108 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus, with Thy presence bless,
By land and sea, Thy witnesses;
In every danger them defend,
In every trial prove their friend.
2 O may Thy word in Christendom
Be blest, and may Thy kingdom come;
And may Thy servants joyful bring
New spoils, every day, to Thee, their king. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
Lord Jesus, With Thy Presence Bless
This Ship We Now Commend To Thee
Author: Robert Fergusson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12460 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 This ship we now commend to Thee,
Thou God of providence and grace;
Here may Thy presence ever dwell,
To sanctify and bless the place.
2 Lord, speed the vessel in its course;
Let winds and waves propitious be;
Let Thy divine protection shield
All whom we now commend to Thee.
3 Hallowed to Thee be every heart:
Instructed in Thy righteous will,
Where’er they go, whate’er they do,
In all, Thy great designs fulfill.
4 O God of Bethel! hear our prayer,
And keep Thy servants to the end;
Then let us meet around Thy throne,
A blest eternity to spend. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
This Ship We Now Commend To Thee
In Pleasant Lands
Author: James Flint Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13582 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: In pleasant lands have fallen the lines Lyrics: 1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2 What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,
That Thou didst plant our fathers here,
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard to the planter dear!
3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears, in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought
We’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.
4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,
While here their name and race shall last. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
In Pleasant Lands
Aggódó Szív
Author: John Newton; Anna Piroska Williams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14259 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Aggódó szív, fontold meg jól Lyrics: 1 Aggódó szív, fontold meg jól:
Ha benned béke nem honol,
Csak mindig gond és bú gyötör,
Mit hirdetsz így Isten felől?
2 Hidd bátran el, mit megígért,
Ne félj sosem, bármi baj ért!
Ő így szól: "Rám vesd gondodat,
Jól értem én bajaidat!"
3 Fiának Ő nem kedvezett,
Értünk mindent latba vetett.
Miénk hűsége, ereje,
Bölcsessége, szeretete.
4 A kegyelem trónusánál
Mikor Őhozzá fordultál,
Bízni Ő engedélyt adott,
Meglátod: cserben nem hagyott!
5 Mikor rá bíztad életed,
Átadtad Néki mindened,
Ő kérni felhatalmazott,
Hűségéről biztosított.
6 Göröngyös bár a keskeny út,
Ki azon jár, a mennybe jut.
Csak tarts ki, mert Ő megsegít,
Jutalmát nem veszti a hit.
7 Ha medve támad, oroszlán,
"Mint Dávid, küzdök!" szól a szám!
Hatalmas bár a Góliát,
Nem győzi le az ég Urát!
8 Még mindeddig jött segítség,
És nem hiú e reménység!
Bajt bajra hoznak napjaim,
"Ében-há-ézer" szavaim!
9 Bár nehéz itt a küzdelem,
Harcokban telik életem,
Legyőzetik az ellenség,
És mennyben vár a dicsőség! Languages: Hungarian Tune Title: WAREHAM
Aggódó Szív
Isten Nevét Dicseerd
Author: William Wordsworth; Anna Piroska Williams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14336 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Isten nevét dicsérd, szívem Lyrics: 1 Isten nevét dicsérd, szívem,
Mert kedves néki énekem
Minden új nap friss hajnalán,
S Őt áldom a nap alkonyán.
2 Déli imám vedd kedvesen,
Téged kereslek szívesen!
Dicséret, hálaáldozat
Mind egy-egy áldott pillanat.
3 A munka terhe bár nehéz:
A hálás szív pihenni kész.
Míg testem kurtán megpihen,
Könnyítsen hála terhemen!
4 Qldás legyen e perceken,
Mit Istennek készségesen
A munkám közben átadok,
Hű szívvel néki áldozok.
5 A munkahely így templomom,
Bárhol is töltöm a napom—
Megszentelt, áldott környezet:
Az Úrral minden hely lehet.
6 Nézd, ott fenn fut a szorgos Nap,
S már megtette a fél utat.
Sem meg nem áll, sem el nem tér—
Ó, ember—mint "ő"—, hűen élj!
7 Mióta fölkelt keleten,
Ha szent törvényed megszegtem,
Vedd újra kézbe, s Te urald,
Utamból mi mára marad!
8 Míg még tart röpke életem,
Kegyelmeddel, ó, légy velem!
Világos lesz így alkonyom,
És nálad lesz örök honom. Languages: Hungarian Tune Title: WAREHAM
Isten Nevét Dicseerd
The Christmas Time Draws On Apace
Author: John W. Chadwick Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15282 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The Christmas time draws on apace;
The happy crowds go up and down;
There’s joy and hope in all the town;
And in each little maiden’s face
2 A look of expectation sweet,
That comes of musing oft and long
On what that day of gift and song
Shall bring to her as offering meet.
3 But I will sit alone and dream
Of Him who gave the day its name;
And think of all His wondrous fame,
And if to Him it strange doth seem,
4 That in these happy, careless ways,
As often as the years come round,
We mark with light, and joyful sound,
His advent and His toilsome days.
5 And deeper still my thoughts shall go,
And ponder if He hears above,
’Mid all the heav’nly peace and love,
Our weary talking to and fro;
6 Our asking how it all began,
And what the secret of His power,
That since He came, until this hour,
The world has said, "Behold the Man!"
7 "Behold the Man! Behold the God!"
Oh, which to say, and how and why!
In vain our tangled reasons try
The path so many feet have trod.
8 O Man of sorrows, Man of joy!
Of joy for all Thy strife and scars—
Whereso Thou art among the stars,
In peace that nothing can destroy.
9 If there Thou knowest what we do,
Who linger here beneath the sun,
Thou knowest that the records run—
"I came to witness to the true."
10 To witness Thou, and we to seek:
"What is the truth?" our steadfast cry.
Oh hear it, dwelling o’er so high,
Nor deem our reverence cold and weak,
11 Thou we our voices may not blend
With that hoarse chant the centuries raise!
For is it not a sweeter praise
To say, "Our brother and our friend?"
12 And if, beyond this verge of time,
We know Thee better as Thou art,
Wilt Thou not clasp us heart to heart,
As fills our ears the heavenly chime? Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM
The Christmas Time Draws On Apace
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