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The Roseate Hues of Early Dawn
Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5845 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1. The roseate hues of early dawn,
the brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
how fast they fade away!
O for the pearly gates of Heav’n!
O for the golden floor!
O for the sun of righteousness
that setteth nevermore!
2. The highest hopes we cherish here,
how fast they tire and faint!
How many a spot defiles the robe
that wraps an earthly saint!
O for a heart that never sins!
O for a soul washed white!
O for a voice to praise our king,
nor weary day or night!
3. Here faith is ours, and heavenly hopes,
and grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace
beyond our best desire.
O by Thy love and anguish, Lord,
O by Thy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from Thy grace,
nor cast away our crown! Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
The Roseate Hues of Early Dawn
Thou Art the Mighty King of Kings
Author: Joseph Proud Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6491 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1. Thou art the mighty King of kings,
The Lord of lords most high:
Israel is safe beneath Thy wings;
Thy servant shall not die.
Through Thee we shall the victory gain,
Though hosts of hell oppose:
Thou art our God; and Thou wilt reign,
And conquer all our foes.
2. We trust not in our bow or sword;
For weakness is our pow’r:
In Thee we trust, Almighty Lord,
Through every dangerous hour,
To Thee we look, Thou God of love,
Thy holy name adore:
Oh, may we rise to Heav’n above,
To love and praise Thee more. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Thou Art the Mighty King of Kings
Ye Sons of Pride
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7773 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of pride, that hate the just
And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp shall rise no more.
2. The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive and reign
O’er all that scorned them here?
3. God will my naked soul receive
When separate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
4. Heaven is my everlasting home,
The inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I’ll repine no more. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Ye Sons of Pride
The Princely City Passing By
Author: Charles Coffin; J. C. Earle Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8367 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 The princely city passing by,
The Magi turn to greet
The goal of all their toilsome march
In Bethlehem’s lowly street;
And while, from many tuneful lips,
Spontaneous anthems rise,
Triumphant faith takes wings of hope,
And wafts them to the skies.
2 Transporting joy, when once again
The star that they had lost,
With heav’nly light and promise bright,
Their eager pathway crossed;
Nor stayed its radiant course until
It took its golden rest,
Above the place where Jesus lay
Upon His mother’s breast.
3 No glint is here of ivory,
No blaze of burnished gold;
No purple robes the infant limbs
In gorgeous hues enfold:
His palace is a stable rude,
His throne a manger wild,
And raiment rough in web and woof,
The purple of that Child.
4 Let pomp and splendor other kings
Luxuriously adorn;
For better proves He thus His reign
Supreme the Babe new born:
In peasant garb and culture mean,
He sways the realms of thought;
And ’neath the scepter of His will
The hearts of men are brought.
5 Beside the cradle where He sleeps,
They worship on their knees;
And in the Child the eye of faith
The present Godhead sees;
Let us, their offspring in the faith,
Adore the Infant here;
And offer Him our best of gifts,
Hearts filled with sacred fear.
6 Let chaste and ardent love supply
The gold of Eastern kings,
And bodies penance-chastened yield
The myrrh devotion brings:
Our vows and prayers, like frankincense
And myrrh, shall sweetly rise
To hail the Babe recumbent here
As ruler of the skies.
7 To God the Father, fount of light,
Be glory evermore;
To God the Son, whose light and grace
Extend from shore to shore,
Be equal glory given here
And in the realms above,
In never ending songs of praise
Commensurate with love. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
The Princely City Passing By
The Lord! How Tender Is His Love
Author: Erasmus Darwin Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9245 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 The Lord! how tender is His love,
His justice how august;
Hence all her fears my soul derives,
There anchors all her trust.
He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste;
Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.
2 Crowns, realms, and worlds, His wrath incensed,
Are dust beneath His tread:
He blights the fair, unplumes the proud,
And shakes the learnèd head.
He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease,
In dungeons spreads His healing wing,
And softly whispers peace.
3 His vengeance rides the rushing wind,
Or tips the bolt with flame;
His goodness breathes in every breeze,
And warms in every beam.
Lord! grant that still with grateful heart
My years resigned may run;
’Tis Thine to give, or to resume,
And may Thy will be done! Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
The Lord! How Tender Is His Love
Branch Of Jesse's Stem, Arise
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9655 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: Branch of Jesse’s stem, arise Lyrics: 1 Branch of Jesse’s stem, arise,
And in our nature grow;
Turn our earth to paradise,
By flourishing below:
Bless us with the spirit of grace
Immeasurably shed on Thee;
Pour on all the faithful race
The streaming Deity!
2 Let the Spirit of our Head
On all the members rest;
From Thyself to us proceed,
And dwell in every breast;
Teach to judge and act aright,
Inspire with wisdom from above,
Holy faith and heavenly might,
And reverential love.
3 Lord, of Thee we fain would learn
Thy heavenly Father’s will;
Give us quickness to discern,
And boldness to fulfill:
All His mind to us explain,
And His name on us impress,
Then our souls thro’ Thee attain
The spotless righteousness. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Branch Of Jesse's Stem, Arise
When Mary Poured A Rich Perfume
Author: Carolyn Winfrey Gillette Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9829 Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
When Mary Poured A Rich Perfume
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
Author: Jeanette Threlfall Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10389 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: Hosanna, loud hosanna, the little children sang Lyrics: 1 Hosanna, loud hosanna, the little children sang;
Through pillared court and temple the lovely anthem rang.
To Jesus, who had blessed them close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises, the simplest and the best.
2 From Olivet they followed mid an exultant crowd,
The victor palm branch waving, and chanting clear and loud.
The Lord of men and angels rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children should on His bidding wait.
3 "Hosanna in the highest!" that ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of Heaven our king.
O may we ever praise Him with heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence eternally rejoice! Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
The God Of Might Dispels The Night
Author: Richard W. Adams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10907 Lyrics: 1 The God of might dispels the night,
And sends the risen Son,
To give us light, put sin to flight,
The power of death undone.
The souls who put their trust in Him
No longer fear the grave;
His love has conquered powers grim
And showed His power to save.
2 The Light of the world has calmed our strife,
Has banished death’s dark gloom;
Has given resurrection life,
And hope beyond the tomb.
Live in the light and trust your Lord,
A tower and fortress sure,
Because He died, we know we live,
While Heaven and earth endure. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
The God Of Might Dispels The Night
Jesus, My Mater, And My Lord
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11143 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: Jesus, my Master, and my Lord Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Master, and my Lord,
I would thy will obey,
Humbly receive Thy warning word,
And always watch and pray.
My constant need of watchful prayer
I daily see, and feel,
To keep me safe from every snare
Of sin, and earth, and hell.
2 Into a world of ruffians sent,
I walk on hostile ground,
Wild human beasts, on slaughter bent,
And ravening wolves surround.
The lion seeks my soul to slay,
In some unguarded hour,
And waits to tear his sleeping prey,
And watches to devour.
3 But worse than all my foes, I find
The enemy within,
The evil heart, the carnal mind,
My own insidious sin:
My nature every moment waits
To render me secure,
And all my paths with ease besets,
To make my ruin sure.
4 But Thou hast given a loud alarm,
And thou shalt still prepare
My soul for all assaults, and arm
With never ceasing prayer.
Thou wilt not suffer me to sleep,
Who on Thy love depend,
But still Thy faithful servant keep,
And save me to the end.
Languages: English Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
Jesus, My Mater, And My Lord
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