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The One God

Author: Browne Hymnal: BHPPD866 #471 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Eternal God! Almighty Cause Lyrics: Eternal God! Almighty Cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown! All things are subject to Thy laws; All things depend on Thee alone. Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possessed; By none controlled in Thy commands, And in Thyself completely blessed. Worship to Thee alone belongs, Worship to Thee alone we give; Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs, And to Thy glory may we live. O, spread Thy truth through every land, In every heart Thy love be known; Subdue the world to Thy command, And, as Thou art, reign God alone. Languages: English
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“He Bowed the Heavens and Came Down.”

Author: Sternhold Hymnal: BHPPD866 #472 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The Lord descended from above Lyrics: The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubim and seraphim Full royally He rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And He as sovereign Lord and King For evermore shall reign. Languages: English
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One in Christ

Author: J. Richardson Hymnal: BHPPD866 #473 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: From Zion's holy hill there rose Lyrics: From Zion’s holy hill there rose A fount divine, that ever flows; Heaven’s smile is on its waters shed, By heaven’s own dews the fount is fed. That stream of Truth—a silver thread, Scarce known, save by its fountain-head— Now onward pours, a mighty flood, And fills the new-formed world with good. Where’er that living fountain flows, New life its healing wave bestows, And man, from sin’s corruptions free, Inspires with its own purity. A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill, In holy hearts is living still,— That Comforter from heaven above, The presence of celestial love. O, may this spirit ever be Our bond of peace and unity! Thus shall we teach, as Christ began, Through love, the brotherhood of man. Languages: English
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The Hymn of the Last Supper

Author: Pierpont Hymnal: BHPPD866 #474 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon Lyrics: The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon Looks down on Zion’s hill; The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon, And all the streets are still. How soft, how holy, is the light! And hark! a sweet, low song, As gently as these dews of night, Floats on the air along. Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer, Are in that holy strain; And hope and love and trust are there, And triumph, won through pain. ’Tis Jesus and his faithful few That soul-deep hymn who pour;— O Christ! may we the song renew, And learn to love thee more. Languages: English
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Consolation

Author: Moore Hymnal: BHPPD866 #475 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Thou who driest the mourner's tear Lyrics: O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee! But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e’en the hope that threw A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; O, who would bear life’s stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture’s ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. Languages: English
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The Elder Scripture

Author: Keble Hymnal: BHPPD866 #476 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: There is a book, who runs may read Lyrics: There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and loving hearts. The works of God, above, below, Within us, and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Father’s love; Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. The dew of heaven is like His grace; It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. Two worlds are ours; ’tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the earth and sky. Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere! Languages: English
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Rest

Author: Sterling Hymnal: BHPPD866 #477 (1866) First Line: O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace Lyrics: O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, Who shedd’st Thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease, And tune to music every jarring sound. Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain, A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm; Let not the spirit’s pangs be roused in vain, But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm! So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure, In full accord with all Thy works of joy, May I be nerved to labors high and pure, And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ. In One who walked on earth, a man of woe, Was holier peace than even this hour inspires; From him to me let inward quiet flow, And give the might my failing will requires. So this great universe,—so he, and Thou, The central source and wondrous bound of things, May fill my heart with rest as deep as now To land and sea and air Thy presence brings. Languages: English
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The Pilgrim Fathers

Author: Mrs. Hemans Hymnal: BHPPD866 #478 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: The breaking waves dashed high Lyrics: The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed, And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o’er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang; And the stars heard, and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave’s foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared,— This was their welcome home! What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith’s pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained, what there they found: Freedom to worship God. Languages: English
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He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

Author: E. B. Barrett Hymnal: BHPPD866 #479 (1866) First Line: Of all the thoughts of God, that are Lyrics: Of all the thoughts of God, that are Borne in upon our souls afar Along the Psalmist’s music deep, O, tell me if there any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this,— “He giveth His beloved sleep.” O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the wailers’ heap! O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall! God makes a silence through you all,— He giveth His beloved sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men toil and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved sleep. Languages: English
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Invocation

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #480 (1866) First Line: Come, Thou almighty King! Lyrics: Come, Thou almighty King! Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise! Father all-glorious, O’er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days! Come, Thou eternal Word, By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend! Come and this people bless; Give to Thy truth success; Spirit of Holiness, On us descend! Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour! Thou who almighty art, Rule now in every heart, Never from us depart, Spirit of Power! Languages: English

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