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Eternal Ruler of the Ceaseless Round

Author: John W. Chadwick Hymnal: CYBER #1366 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round Of circling planets singing on their way, Guide of the nations from the night profound Into the glory of the perfect day, Rule in our hearts, that we may ever be Guided and strengthened and upheld by Thee. 2. We are of Thee, the children of Thy love, The brothers of Thy well belovèd Son; Descend, O Holy Spirit, like a dove Into our hearts, that we may be as one; As one with Thee, to whom we ever tend; As one with Him our brother and our friend. 3. We would be one in hatred of all wrong, One in our love of all things sweet and fair; One with the joy that breaketh into song, One with the grief that trembleth into prayer, One in the power that makes Thy children free To follow truth, and thus to follow Thee. 4. O clothe us with Thy heavenly armor, Lord, Thy trusty shield, Thy sword of love divine; Our inspiration be Thy constant Word; We ask no victories that are not Thine; Give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be, Enough to know that we are serving Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 1 (Gibbons)
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The God of Glory Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #1886 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The God of glory sends His summons forth, To nations south and then awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2. Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear My justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There’s no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for Heav’n rejoices. 4. Here, saith the Lord, ye angels, spread their thrones, And near me seat My favorites and My sons: Come, My redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; ’tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, He comes for your salvation. 5. “I am the Savior, I th’Almighty God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: When God appears, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before Him. 6. Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel My wrath, nor call My threat’nings vain; Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints’ attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 7. Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flame of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were Mine before. Earth is the Lord’s, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners, tremble, saints rejoice before Him; 8. If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. All is the Lord’s, He rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 9. Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 10. Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 11. In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. While the false flatterer at My altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 12. Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?; See, God appears; all nature joins t’adore Him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before Him. 13. Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; Now like a lion shall My vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near. Judgment concludes; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 14. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, He comes for your salvation. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
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He Cometh, Father, as He Came of Old

Author: William H. Jewitt Hymnal: CYBER #2258 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. He cometh, Father, as He came of old ’Neath earthly veil concealed from mortal sight, Though now we hear no angel harps of gold, Nor see the glory of the heavenly light: Look Thou in love, as on that wondrous birth On this, His goodwill gift of peace to earth. 2. Thou comest, Lord, and as in Bethlehem’s stall Our gifts and greetings here we offer Thee. Here spread a veil, then low adoring fall, Where as in Mary’s arms by faith we see God’s highest glory, graciously enshrined In this Thy gift of peace to all mankind. 3. He cometh! Spirit blest, Thy truth impart, Brooding in love upon the bread and wine, Make them, we pray, make very faithful heart, Like Mary’s, meet to hold the Guest divine, God’s highest glory veiled from mortal ken In this, His promised gift of peace to men. 4. He cometh, Father, here to seek His own, Thy Word made flesh—He deigns ’mid us to dwell Thou comest, Lord, from Thine eternal throne By Thy sweet Spirit’s power, Emmanuel, And round Thy feet, we hymn Thy glory still With angel songs of peace and great good-will. Languages: English Tune Title: FREEMAN
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I Dared Not Hope

Author: Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889 Hymnal: CYBER #2762 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come Lyrics: 1. I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come And make this lowly heart of mine Thy home, That Thou wouldst deign, O King of kings, to be E’en for one hour a sojourner in me; Yet art Thou always here to help, and bless, And lift the load of my great sinfulness. 2. I dared not ever hope for such a Guide To walk with me my faltering steps beside, To help me when I fall, and when I stray Constrain me gently to the better way; Yet art Thou always at my side to be A Counselor and a Comforter to me. 3. I do not always go where Thou dost lead, I do not always Thy soft whispers heed; I follow other lights, and, in my sin, I vex with many a slight my Friend within: Yet Thou dost not, though grieved, from me depart, But guardest still Thy place within my heart. Languages: English Tune Title: NACHTLIED
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Long Did I Toil

Author: John Quarles, 1624-1665 ; Henry Lyte, 1793-1847 Hymnal: CYBER #3880 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest Lyrics: 1. Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest, Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come: With Him I found a home, a rest divine, And since then I am His, and He is mine. 2. The good I have is from His stores supplied, The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside, And poor without Him, though of all possessed: Changes may come, I take, or I resign, Content, while I am His, while He is mine. 3. Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious Sun that wanes not nor declines; Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And on His people’s inward darkness shines: All may depart—I fret not, nor repine, While I my Savior’s am, while He is mine. 4. While here, alas! I know but half His love, But half discern Him, and but half adore; But when I meet Him in the realms above, I hope to love Him better, praise Him more, And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine. Languages: English Tune Title: BATTLE
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The Lord, the Sovereign, Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #4032 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The Lord, the sovereign, sends His summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2. Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear His justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’ eternal sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There’s no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near Me seat My favorites and My sons. 4. “I, their almighty Savior and their God, I am their judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5. “Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were Mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. 6. “If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7. “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8. Silent I waited with long-suff’ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer near. Languages: English Tune Title: SOVEREIGN SUMMONS
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Lord, Who the Night You Were Betrayed

Author: William H. Turton Hymnal: CYBER #4108 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Lord, who the night You were betrayed did pray Lyrics: 1. Lord, who the night You were betrayed did pray That all Your Church might be forever one; Help us at every Eucharist to say With willing heart and soul, Your will be done. That we may all one bread, one body be Through this, Your sacrament of unity. 2. For all Your Church on earth, we intercede; Lord, make our sad divisions soon to cease; Draw us all closer, each to each, we plead, By drawing all to You, O Prince of Peace; So may we all one bread, one body be, Through this blest sacrament of unity. 3. And hear our prayer for wanderers from Your fold; Restore them, too, Good Shepherd of the sheep, Back to the faith your saints confessed of old, And to the Church still pledged that faith to keep. Soon may we all one bread, one body be, Through this blest sacrament of unity. 4. So, Lord, at length when sacraments shall cease, May we be one with all your Church above— One with Your saints in one unbroken peace, One as Your bride in one unbounded love; More blessèd still, in peace and love to be One with the Trinity in unity. Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 1 (Gibbons)
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My Sins Have Taken Such a Hold on Me

Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: CYBER #4357 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. My sins have taken such a hold on me, I am not able to look up to Thee; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: But Thou hast taken all my sins away, And I in Thee dare now look up and pray: Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. 2. Of nights unhallowed, and of sinful days, Of careless thoughts and words and works and way, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the life which doth within me live, And the forgiveness which can all forgive, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. 3. Of selfishness which makes the soul unjust, Envy and strife and every sinful lust, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: And in the blood, which doth my pardon plead, The truth and love, which for me intercede, Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. 4. Of sins that as a cloud have hid Thy face, Of Thy care slighted, and thy grievèd grace, Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: In Love, that puts sin’s envious veil aside, Rending the veil of flesh which for me died, Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief. 5. For sin I mourn, the sin that gave Thee pain; Thine was the burden, mine alone the stain; Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief: Christ is my joy; and out of all distress He doth deliver with His righteousness: Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief. Languages: English Tune Title: CREDO DOMINE
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O Holy Father, Who in Tender Love

Author: Edward H. Bickersteth Hymnal: CYBER #4959 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. O holy Father, who in tender love Didst give Thine only Son for us to die, The while He pleads at Thy right hand above, We in one Spirit now with faith draw nigh, And, as we eat this bread and drink this wine, Plead His once offered sacrifice divine. 2. We are not worthy to be called Thy sons, Nor gather up the fragments of Thy feast; Yet look on us, Thy sorrowing contrite ones, On us in Him our Advocate and Priest, Whose robe is fringed with mercy’s golden bells, Whose breastplate fathomless compassion tells. 3. O hear us, for Thou always hearest Him; Behold us sprinkled with His precious blood; And from between the shadowing cherubim Shine forth, and grant us in this heavenly food Foretastes of coming glory, and meanwhile A Father’s blessing and a Father’s smile. 4. Nor only, Father, in Thy presence here Low at Thy footstool for ourselves we pray, But for the loved ones to our hearts most near At home or toiling in far lands away; O guard them, guide them, comfort and befriend, And keep them Thine unfaltering to the end. 5. And, Father, ere we leave Thy mercy-throne, Bound by these sacred pledges, yet most free, We give our hearts, and not our hearts alone, But all we are and all we have to Thee; Glad free-will offerings all our pilgrim days, Hereafter an eternity of praise. Languages: English Tune Title: UNDE ET MEMORES
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Stay, Master, Stay upon This Heavenly Hill

Author: Samuel Greg Hymnal: CYBER #6161 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill Lyrics: 1. Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill; A little longer, let us linger still; With all the mighty ones of old beside, Near to God’s holy presence still abide; Before the throne of light we trembling stand, And catch a glimpse into the spirit land. 2. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air; This life is not the life that waits us there; Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go; We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know; Wrapped in this cloud of light we seem to be The thing we fain would grow—eternally. 3. No! saith the Lord, the hour is past, we go; Our home, our life, our duties lie below. While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer, The plough lies waiting in the furrow there! Here we sought God that we might know His will; There we must do it, serve Him, seek Him still. 4. If man aspires to reach the throne of God, O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road; He who best does his lowly duty here, Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere: At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest, And he is dearest Him who serves Him best. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

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