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Komm, Schöpfer, Geist, in unser Herz

Appears in 16 hymnals Used With Tune: [Komm, Schöpfer, Geist, in unser Herz]

Thou Hallowed Chosen Morn of Praise

Author: John of Damascus (675?=749?); John Mason Neale (1818-1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise, that best and greatest shinest; fair Easter, queen of all the days, of seasons, best, divinest! Christ rose from death; and we adore forever and forevermore. 2 Come, let us taste the vine's new fruit, for heavenly joy preparing; today the branches with the root in resurrection sharing: whom as true God our hymns adore forever and forevermore. Topics: Easter (season); Vine Scripture: Isaiah 55, 56:1 Used With Tune: MACH'S MIT MIR, GOTT

Great God, Who, Hid from Mortal Sight

Author: John Chandler Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Great God, who, hid from mortal sight, Dost dwell in unapproachèd light, Before whose throne with veilèd brow, Thy sinless angels trembling bow. 2. A while in darkness here below We lie oppressed with sin and woe; But soon the everlasting day Shall chase the night of gloom away. 3. The day prepared for us by Thee; The day reserved for us to see; A day but faintly imaged here By brightest sun at noontide clear. 4. Too long, alas! it still delays, It lingers yet, that day of days; The flesh, with all its load of sin, Must perish, ere its joy we win. 5. Then from these earthy bonds set free The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee; To see Thee, love Thee, and adore, Her blissful task for evermore. 6. All bounteous Trinity! prepare Our souls Thy hidden joy to share, That our brief daytime, used aright, May issue in eternal light. Used With Tune: EISENACH Text Sources: Paris Breviary, 1736; Translation: Hymns of the Primitive Church, 1837, number 10

Oh, World! Behold Upon The Tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Oh, world! behold upon the tree Thy Life is hanging now for thee; Thy Savior yields His dying breath; The mighty Prince of glory now For thee doth unresisting bow To cruel stripes, to scorn and death. 2 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well; Behold the drops of blood that tell How sore His conflict with the foe: And hark! how from that noble heart, Sigh after sigh doth slowly start From depths of yet unfathomed woe. 3 Alas! my Savior, who could dare Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear, What evil heart entreat Thee thus? For Thou art good, hast wrongèd none, As we and ours too oft have done, Thou hast not sinned, dear Lord, like us. 4 I and my sins, that number more Than yonder sands upon the shore, Have brought to pass this agony. ’Tis I have caused the floods of woe That now Thy dying soul o’erflow, And those sad hearts that watch by Thee. 5 ’Tis I to whom these pains belong, ’Tis I should suffer for my wrong, Bound hand and foot in heavy chains; Thy scourge, Thy fetters, whatsoe’er Thou bearest, ’tis my soul should bear, For she hath well deserved such pains. 6 Yet Thou dost even for my sake On Thee, in love, the burdens take That weighed my spirit to the ground: Yes, Thou art made a curse for me, That I might yet be blest through Thee; My healing in Thy wounds is found. 7 To save me from the monster’s power, The Death that all things would devour, Thyself into his jaws dost leap; My death Thou takest thus away, And buriest in Thy grave for aye, O love most strangely true and deep! 8 From henceforth there is nought of mine But I would seek to make it Thine, Since all myself to Thee I owe. Whate’er my utmost powers can do, To Thee to render service true, Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 9 Ah! little have I, Lord, to give, So poor, so base the life I live, But yet, till soul and body part, This one thing I will do for Thee The woe, the death endured for me, I’ll cherish in my inmost heart. 10 Thy cross shall be before my sight, My hope, my joy, by day and night, Whate’er I do, where’er I rove; And, gazing, I will gather thence The form of spotless innocence, The seal of faultless truth and love. 11 And from Thy sorrows will I learn How fiercely doth God’s anger burn, How terribly His thunders roll, How sorely this our loving God Can smite with His avenging rod, How deep His floods o’erwhelm the soul. 12 And I will study to adorn My heart with meekness under scorn, With gentle patience in distress, With faithful love, that yearning cleaves To those o’er whom to death it grieves, Whose sins its very soul oppress. 13 When evil tongues with stinging blame Would cast dishonor on my name, I’ll curb the passions that upstart; And take injustice patiently, And pardon, as Thou pardon’st me, With an ungrudging generous heart. 14 And I will nail me to Thy cross, And learn to count all things but dross: Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take; Whate’er is hateful in Thine eyes, With all the strength that in me lies, Will I cast from me and forsake. 15 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter sighs, The tears that from Thy dying eyes Were shed when Thou wast sore oppressed, Shall be with me, when at the last Myself on Thee I wholly cast, And enter with Thee into rest. Used With Tune: EISENACH Text Sources: Proxis Pietatis Melica by Johann Crüger, 1647; Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series (London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans & Roberts,1858)

The God Who Sits Enthroned on High

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 13 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The God Who sits enthroned on high The foolish in their heart deny; Not one does good; corrupt in thought, Unrighteous works their hands have wrought. 2 From heaven the Lord with searching eye Looked down the sons of men to try, To see if any understood And sought for God, the only good. 3 From righteousness they all depart, Corrupt are all, and vile in heart; yea, every man has evil done; Not one does good, not even one. 4 Has knowledge with the wicked failed, That they My people have assailed, That they delight in works of shame, And call not on Jehovah's Name? 5 Thy lowly servant they despise, Because he on the Lord relies; But they shall tremble yet in fear, For to the righteous God is near. 6 O that from Zion His abode Salvation were on us bestowed! When God His exiles shall restore, They shall in song His grace adore. Topics: Evil Character; Existence of God; Total Depravity Scripture: Psalm 14 Used With Tune: EISENACH

Preist Gott, der uns viel Guts beschert

Appears in 12 hymnals Used With Tune: [Preist Gott, der uns viel Guts beschert]

To Realms of Glory I Behold

Author: Johan Olof Wallin; Claude W. Foss Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: 1 To realms of glory I behold My risen Lord returning; While I, a stranger in the earth, For heav'n am ever yearning. Far from my heav'nly Father’s home, ’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam. 2 Far from my home--how long, dear Lord, Before my exile endeth? But far beyond the realms of sense My fervent prayer ascendeth: My prayer, unuttered, but a groan, Shall rend the skies and reach Thy throne. 3 Then visions of the goodly land By faith my soul obtaineth; There I shall dwell for evermore Where Christ in glory reigneth, In mansions of that bright abode, The city of the living God. 4 In that blest city is no night, Nor any pain or weeping; There is my treasure, there my heart, Safe in my Saviour’s keeping; In heaven, my blessèd Lord, with Thee, May all my conversation be. 5 In glory He shall come again To earth as He ascended; So let me wait and watch and pray, Until my day is ended. that day, O Lord, is hid from me, But daily do I wait for Thee. 6 And blessèd shall that servant be, O Lord, at Thy returning, Whose heart is waiting, Lord, for Thee, Whose lamp is trimmed and burning; Him wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee, In joy and peace eternally. Amen. Topics: Church Year Ascension; Ascension; Trinity, Twenty-seventh Sunday; Christ Second Advent of; Heaven Yearning for; Second Advent; Treasure above Scripture: Mark 16:14-20 Used With Tune: MACHS MIT MIR, GOTT, NACH DEINER GÜT