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Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep

Author: Margaret Mackay Hymnal: HRGC1892 #244a (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: [Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep] Lyrics: 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its painful sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But there is still a blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. Amen. Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English

Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep

Author: Margaret Mackay Hymnal: HRGC1892 #244b (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: [Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep] Lyrics: 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its painful sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But there is still a blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. Amen. Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English

Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep

Author: Margaret Mackay Hymnal: HRGC1892 #244c (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: [Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep] Lyrics: 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its painful sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But there is still a blessèd sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. Amen. Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English

At even, ere the sun was set

Author: Rev. H. Twells Hymnal: HRGC1892 #14 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: [At even, ere the sun was set] Lyrics: 1 At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh, in what divers pains they met! Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that Thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had, 4 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free, And some have friends that give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. 5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would love Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. 6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind, but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour And in Thy mercy heal us all. Amen. Topics: Parochial Missions; Hospitals; Daily Prayer Evening Languages: English

At the cross her station keeping

Author: Caswall; Jacobus de Benedictis Hymnal: HRGC1892 #103 (1894) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Tune Title: [At the cross her station keeping] Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Languages: English

At the Lamb's high feast we sing

Author: Campbell; Ambrosian Hymnal: HRGC1892 #118 (1894) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Tune Title: [At the Lamb's high feast we sing] Lyrics: 1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His piercèd side; Praise we Him, Whose love divine, Gives His sacred blood for wine, Gives His body for the feast, Christ the victim, Christ the priest. 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, Whose blood was shed, Paschal victim, Paschal bread; With sincerity and love Eat we manna from above. 3 Mighty victim from the sky. Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie; Thou hast conquered in the fight, Thou hast brought us life and light: Now no more can death appall, Now no more the grave enthrall; Thou hast opened Paradise, And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. 4 Easter triumph, Easter joy, Sin alone can this destroy; From sin's power do Thou set free Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be. Amen. Topics: Eastertide Languages: English

At the Name of Jesus

Author: Caroline M. Noel Hymnal: HRGC1892 #518a (1894) Meter: 6.5 D Tune Title: [At the Name of Jesus] Lyrics: 1 At the Name of Jesus Every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; 'Tis the Father's pleasure We should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning Was the mighty Word. 2 At His voice creation Sprang at once to sight, All the angel faces, All the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations, Stars upon their way, All the heavenly orders, In their great array. 3 Humbled for a season, To receive a Name From the lips of sinners Unto whom He came, Faithfully he bore it Spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious, When from death He passed; 4 Bore it up triumphant, With its human light, Through all ranks of creatures, To the central height; To the throne of Godhead, To the Father's breast, Filled it with the glory Of that perfect rest. 5 In your hearts enthrone Him; There let Him subdue All that is not holy, All that is not true: Crown Him as your Captain In temptation's hour; Let His will enfold you In its light and power. 6 Brothers, this Lord Jesus Shall return again, With His Father's glory, With His angel train; For all wreaths of empire Meet upon His brow, And our hearts confess Him King of Glory now. Amen. Languages: English

At the Name of Jesus

Author: Caroline M. Noel Hymnal: HRGC1892 #518b (1894) Meter: 6.5 D Tune Title: [At the Name of Jesus] Lyrics: 1 At the Name of Jesus Every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; 'Tis the Father's pleasure We should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning Was the mighty Word. 2 At His voice creation Sprang at once to sight, All the angel faces, All the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations, Stars upon their way, All the heavenly orders, In their great array. 3 Humbled for a season, To receive a Name From the lips of sinners Unto whom He came, Faithfully he bore it Spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious, When from death He passed; 4 Bore it up triumphant, With its human light, Through all ranks of creatures, To the central height; To the throne of Godhead, To the Father's breast, Filled it with the glory Of that perfect rest. 5 In your hearts enthrone Him; There let Him subdue All that is not holy, All that is not true: Crown Him as your Captain In temptation's hour; Let His will enfold you In its light and power. 6 Brothers, this Lord Jesus Shall return again, With His Father's glory, With His angel train; For all wreaths of empire Meet upon His brow, And our hearts confess Him King of Glory now. Amen. Topics: Name of Jesus Languages: English

Awake, and sing the song

Author: Wm. Hammond Hymnal: HRGC1892 #369 (1894) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Tune Title: [Awake, and sing the song] Lyrics: 1 Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake every heart and every tongue To praise the Saviour's Name. 2 Sing of His dying love! Sing of His rising power! Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore! 3 Sing on your heavenly way! Ye ransomed sinners, sing! Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ the Eternal King. 4 Soon shall ye hear Him say, "Ye blessèd children, come." Soon will He call you hence away, And take His wanderers home. 5 There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices swell the song Of glory to the Lamb. Amen. Topics: General; Adoration; Praise Languages: English

Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Author: Bishop Ken Hymnal: HRGC1892 #2 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: [Awake, my soul, and with the sun] Lyrics: Part I 1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy misspent time that's past, And live this day as if thy last; Improve thy talent with due care; For the great Day thyself prepare. 3 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing High praises to the eternal King. Part II 4 All praise to Thee, Who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. 5 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 6 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. 7 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, angelic host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. Topics: Daily Prayer Morning Languages: English