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Darkly rose the guilty morning

Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 22 hymnals Topics: Good Friday
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I Sing the Birth

Author: B. Jonson, c. 1572-1637 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 19 hymnals First Line: I sing the birth was born tonight Lyrics: 1 I sing the birth was born tonight, The Author both of life and light: The angels so did sound it; And like the ravished shepherds said, Who saw the light and were afraid, Yet searched, and true they found it. 2 The Son of God, th'eternal King, That did us all salvation bring, And freed the world from danger, He whom the whole world could not take, The Lord which heav'n and earth did make, Was now laid in a manger. 3 The Father's wisdom willed it so, The Son's obedience knew no "No," Both wills were in one stature; And, as that wisdom hath decreed, The Word was now made flesh indeed, And took on Him our nature. 4 What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of glory! To see this Babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defense-- Can man forget this story? Topics: Nativity of our Lord

Holy Ghost, Who Intercedist

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig; J. C. Aaberg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Holy Ghost, our Interceder
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Darkness o'er the earth is stealing

Author: M. B. Landstad Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Darkness o'er the earth is stealing-- In my lonely chamber kneeling, I will say my evening prayer, Longing for a closer union, With my God I hold communion And commit me to His care. 2 Yes, it is a blessed favor To commune with Thee, my Savior, Filled with hope and faith sincere; Cheer my heart, my burden lighten-- May Thy word my pathway brighten, To my prayer incline Thine ear! 3 Thee, my God, I fain would follow, Love and honor, but how shallow And inconstant is my love! Spread the veil of mercy over All my sins, my errors cover With compassion from above! 4 Let Thine eye be vigil keeping Over me while I am sleeping. And my waking moments heed; May Thy love be unabated, Be with those who are elated, And those who are in need! 5 Help the wanderer, cold and weary, On the highway dark and dreary-- May he find a open door! Those who on the stormy ocean Ply their trade 'mid wild commotion-- Guide them safely to the shore! 6 Hear the sick who are imploring Thee for aid, their health restoring, To the dying comfort bring! Christ, who bore our sin and sorrow, Grant them that the dawning morrow Come with healing on its wing. 7 When at last the shadows darken, Come and to my prayer, O hearken, Set us all from bondage free; Then, beyond this vale of sorrow, There shall dawn a brighter morrow, When Thy face in heaven we see. Topics: Family Prayer Evening; Family Prayer Evening Used With Tune: [Darkness o'er the earth is stealing]

Jesus Comes Today with Healing

Author: Heinrich Puchta; David W. Rogner Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals
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O Father! send Thy Spirit down

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Father! send Thy Spirit down, Whom we are bidden by Thy Son To seek, from Thy high heaven; We ask as He taught us to pray, And let us ne’er unheard away From ’fore Thy throne be driven. No mortal man upon the earth Is of this gift so noble worth, No merit we’ve to gain it; Here only grace availeth aught, That Jesus Christ for us hath bought, His tears and death obtain it. O Father! much it grieves Thy mind Us in such woful plight to find, As Adam’s fall hath brought us; The evil spirit’s pow’r, this fall Hath brought on him, and on us all, But Christ to save hath sought us. To our salvation, Lord, we cleave, That we are Thine in Christ believe, From Him nought shall us sever; And through His death and precious blood, Our mansions fair, and highest good, We look for, doubting never. This is a work of grace indeed, The Holy Spirit’s strength we need, Our pow’r is unavailing; Our faith and our sincerity Would soon, O Lord! in ashes lie, Were not Thy help unfailing. Of faith Thy Spirit keeps the light, Though all the world against us fight, And storm with every weapon. Although the prince of this world too, May take the field to lay us low, No ill through him can happen. The Spirit’s is the winning side, And where He helps, the battle’s tide Assuredly abateth. What’s Satan’s might and majesty? It falleth when His standard high The Spirit elevateth. The chains of hell He rends in twain, Consoles and frees the heart again From everything that grieveth; And when misfortunes o’er us low’r He shields us better in their hour, Than ever heart conceiveth. The bitter cross He maketh sweet, In gloom His light our eyes doth greet, Care of His sheep He taketh, Holds over us the shield, and when Night falls upon His flock, He then To rest in peace us maketh. The Spirit God gives from above Directeth all who truly love In ways of safety ever; He guides our goings every day, From paths of bliss to turn away Our feet permits us never. He maketh fit, and furnishes With needed gifts for service those Who here God’s house are rearing, Adorns their minds and mouths and hearts, And light to them for us imparts, What’s dark to us thus clearing. Our hearts He opens secretly When they His word so faithfully As precious seed are sowing; He giveth pow’r to it, where’er It takes root, tending it with care, And waters it when growing. He teacheth us the fear of God, Loves purity, makes His abode The soul that sin refuseth; Who contrite are, virtue revere, Repent, and turn to Him in fear And love, He ever chooseth. He’s true, and true doth aye abide, In death’s dark hour He’s at our side, When all from us recedeth; He sootheth our last agony, Up to the halls of bliss on high In joy and trust He leadeth. Oh! happy are the souls and bless’d, Who while on earth permit this Guest To make in them His dwelling; Who now receive Him joyfully, He’ll take up to God’s house on high, Their souls with rapture filling. Now, Father, who all good dost give, Our pray’r hear, may we all receive From Thee this priceless blessing; Thy Spirit give, that here He may Rule us, and there in endless day Our souls be aye refreshing. Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs, 1867

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