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Thou, Who at Thy First Eucharist Didst Pray

Author: William H. Turton Hymnal: CYBER #6996 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Thou, who at Thy first Eucharist didst pray That all Thy Church might be forever one, Grant us at ev’ry Eucharist to say With longing heart and soul, Thy will be done. O may we all one bread, one body be, Through this blest sacrament of unity. 2. For all Thy Church, O Lord, we intercede; Make Thou our sad divisions soon to cease; Draw us the nearer each to each, we plead, By drawing all to Thee, O Prince of Peace; Thus may we all one bread, one body be, Through this blest sacrament of unity. 3. We pray Thee too for wand’rers from Thy fold; O bring them back, good Shepherd of the sheep, Back to the faith which saints believed of old, Back to the Church which still that faith doth 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 Thy Church above, One with Thy saints in one unbroken peace, One with Thy saints in one unbounded love; More blessèd still, in peace and love to be One with the Trinity in unity. Languages: English Tune Title: SACRAMENTUM UNITATIS

Glory To God! We Were In Bitter Need

Author: A. M. M. Hymnal: CYBER #10691 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Glory to God! We were in bitter need, We sat in darkness long and weary days; But now our light is come, the Light indeed, And we may rise and shine with kindred rays; The God-Man comes down so we can now ascend, The Guiltless drinks guilt’s woes to work their end. 2 O mystic gift of God Omnipotent! O happiness for man, most deep, most dear! This is no theme for subtle argument, No lore of earth hath lot or portion here; That the Great God should so abasèd be— We speak, we cannot search, the mystery. 3 The dew of God is on the parchèd fleece, The sapless rod blooms with immortal flowers, The virgin bears a Son, our utter peace, Nor knows pollution in her travail’s hours; We cannot speak that birth, but we confess Most great the mystery of godliness. 4 Though it may chance the shipmen toil and row, With countless wrecks far strewn on either hand, They see a star above the waters glow, There is an ark which sights the pleasant land; There is a door of life set wide, which none Can open to lorn souls, can shut, save One. 5 O not with observation came He then Into our world, but soon the day shall be When with great glory He shall come again With all His saints, and every eye shall see Him whom they piercèd. When we meet Thee thus Let there be mercy, O our God, on us. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Oh More Than Merciful

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: CYBER #10961 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Lyrics: 1 Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave! Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people’s price; The great high priest at once and sacrifice! Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 2 When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, Or the soul flutters in the fowler’s snare— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 3 And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife, And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free, Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Not To Our Names

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #11759 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Not to our names, Thou only just and true Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

The Humble Inquiry

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #12050 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above Lyrics: 1 Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above, How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they move, And drop and die in boundless seas of love! 2 But me, vile wretch! should pitying love embrace Deep in its ocean, hell itself would blaze, And flash and burn me through the boundless seas. 3 Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown Seems to confine my choice to wrath alone, And calls Thy power to vindicate Thy throne. 4 Thine honor bids, "Avenge Thy injured name," Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim, While my moist tears might but incense Thy flame. 5 Should heav’n grow black, almighty thunder roar, And vengeance blast me, I could plead no more, But own Thy justice, dying, and adore. 6 Yet can those bolts of death that cleave the flood To reach a rebel, pierce this sacred shroud, Tinged in the vital stream of my Redeemer’s blood? Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Prayer For Rain

Author: Hannah J. Lewis, 1816-1885 Hymnal: CYBER #12722 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst Lyrics: 1 Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst; The leaves grow crisp upon the forest trees; The flowers that spring’s abundant moisture nursed Yield no more fragrance to the passing breeze— They have all bowed their heads like things accursed And when shall fresher ones succeed to these? 2 Along the bed of the once rushing brook We seek in vain to trace its sparkling tide; And far away in some old shady nook, Where late its crystal drops it loved to hide. The clustering branches bend, and vainly look For the lost jewels, once the woodland pride! 3 Clouds rise and float across the azure main, The thunder sends its greeting o’er the hills, But the soft falling and refreshing rain No more the parching earth with gladness fills; And the sere upland, with the barren plain Unheeded supplicate the vanished rills. 4 God of the storm and the reviving shower, Look Thou in mercy on our sorest need! Let not the harvest fail, since Thine the power To fill the reaper’s hand with priceless meed: We look to Thee in this o’ershadowed hour, For blessings which alone from Thee proceed! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍

Author: John Byrom; Unknown Hymnal: CYBER #14609 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍ ക്രി-സ്തു കന്യാജാതം ചെയ്ത നാളില്‍ ഭാഗ്യോദയെ- അത്ഭുതമീസ്നേഹം അ- ഗോചരമല്ലോ ഇതിന്‍ മര്‍മ്മം വാനേ ദൂതന്മാര്‍ പാടി ഇതാദ്യം മാനു-ഷ്യാവതാരം ഘോഷിച്ചിവര്‍ 2 കാവല്‍ കാക്കും ഇടയരും കേട്ടു ദൈവ ദൂതസ്വരം, "ഭയം വേണ്ടാ" നല്ല വാര്‍ത്ത- കൊണ്ടുവരുന്നു ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കുമുള്ളോരു രക്ഷകന്‍ ഇന്നു ജനിച്ചു ദൈവ വാഗ്ദത്തം ഒന്നു പോലും പിഴയ്കാ നിശ്ചയം 3 ദൂതഗണം ആകാശം മുഴക്കും ഗീതം പാടി ആര്‍ത്തു "ഉന്നതത്തില്‍ ദൈവത്തിനു മഹത്വം ഭൂമിയില്‍ ദൈവ-പ്രസാദമുള്ളോര്‍ക്കു സാമം" വീണ്ടെടുപ്പിന്‍ സ്നേ-ഹം ദൂതന്മാര്‍ക്കും പണ്ടേ ആശ്ചര്യം: ഗീതവുമത് 4 ആട്ടിടയര്‍ ഓടി ബേത് ലേമിന്നു കുട്ടിയായ് പുല്‍ത്തൊട്ടിയില്‍ കണ്ടവര്‍ രക്ഷകനെ അമ്മയോടുകൂടെ സൂക്ഷ്മം ദൂതവാക്യം എന്നറിഞ്ഞു സാക്ഷിച്ചെങ്ങും അത്ഭുതകാഴ്ച്ചയെ ഘോഷിച്ചോരാദ്യം യേശുവേ ഇവര്‍ 5 ക്രിസ്തുമസ് മോദം ആട്ടിടയരെ പോല്‍ പ്രസ്താവിക്കാം സ്തോത്രസ്വരത്തോടെ നഷ്ടം തീര്‍ക്കും ഈ ശിശുവിനെ നാം തൊട്ടി തൊട്ടു ക്രൂശോളം നോക്കി കാണ്‍ നിഷ്ഠയോടെപിന്‍- ചെല്കകൃപയാല്‍ നഷ്ട-സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗം വീണ്ടും പ്രാപിപ്പോളം 6 ഗീതം പാടാം രക്ഷയിന്‍ -മോദത്താല്‍ ദൂതര്‍ മദ്ധ്യേ നില്‍ക്കാം ജയംകൊണ്ട് ഇന്നു പിറന്നവന്റെ മഹത്വം മി-ന്നുന്നുണ്ടല്ലോ നമ്മുടെ ചുറ്റും നിത്യം പാടും രക്ഷപ്പെട്ടോര്‍ സ്തുതി നിത്യം-നാം സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗീയ രാജാവിന്നു Languages: Malayalam Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

With Hearts Renewed

Author: David T. Morgan Hymnal: CYBER #7442 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.12 First Line: With hearts renewed, and cleansed from guilt of sin Lyrics: 1. With hearts renewed, and cleansed from guilt of sin, Send we our voices pealing to the skies; Let a pure conscience echo joy within, And all our powers in emulation rise: To Father, Son and Holy Spirit’s praise, Three whom one Essence joins, one anthem here we raise. 2. Maker of all, the Father uncreate, Of Him from everlasting born, the Son, And the blest Spirit of co-equal state From Both proceeding, are of substance One: So in this Trinity the Persons three One perfect Being are, one God, one Majesty. 3. Yet, none the less, each Person of the Trine God, in His attributes distinct, we own; Vainly would reason grasp the things divine, Man can but bend adoring at God’s throne: O may the Father, Son and Spirit be Our help in time of need, our joy eternally. Languages: English Tune Title: FAITH (Smart)

The Dying Robber Raised His Aching Brow

Author: Thomas Lacey Hymnal: CYBER #1286 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The dying robber raised his aching brow To claim the dying Lord for company; And heard, in answer to his trembling bow, The promise of the King: Thou—even thou— Today shalt be in Paradise with me. 2. We, too, the measure of our guilt confess, Knowing Thy mercy, Lord, our only plea; That we, like him, through judgment and distress, For all the weight of our unworthiness May win our way to Paradise with Thee. 3. But so bewildered is our failing heart, So dim the luster of Thy royalty, We hardly know Thee, Lord, for what Thou art, Till we begin to take the better part And lose ourselves in Paradise with Thee. 4. Then lift our eyes, dear Lord, from this poor dross, To see Thee reigning in humility, The King of love; that, wresting gain from loss, We, too, may climb the ladder of the cross, To find our home in Paradise with Thee. The Thief on the Cross 5. Three crosses rose on Calvary against the iron sky Each with its living burden, each with its human cry. And all the ages watched there, and there were you and I. 6. One bore the God incarnate, reviled by man’s disdain, Who through the woe He suffered for our eternal gain, With joy of infinite loving assuaged His infinite pain. 7. On one the thief repentant conquered his cruel doom, Who called at last on Christ and saw His glory through the gloom. For him after the torment, souls of the blest made room. 8. And one the unrepentant bore, who his harsh fate defied. To him, the child of darkness, all mercy was denied; Nailed by his brothers on the cross, he cursed his God and died. 9. Ah, Christ, who met in Paradise him who had eyes to see, Didst Thou not greet the other in hell’s black agony? And if he knew Thy face, Lord, what did he say to Thee? 10. Harriet Monroe, You and I, 1914 Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 124TH

Father of Spirits, Whose Divine Control

Author: Aurelius Prudentius; Percy Dearmer Hymnal: CYBER #1602 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Father of spirits, whose divine control Doth bind the soul and body into one; Thou wilt restore this body now undone; For once it was the mansion of a soul, Where dwelt the glowing wisdom of Thy Son. 2. Thou, Maker of the body, dost ordain That this Thine image, molded by Thy will, Our every hope in glory shall fulfill; So, till the body Thou dost build again, Thou wilt preserve the spirit freed from ill. 3. In that blest region shall this spirit dwell Where flowers undying bloom on every side: For lo, we trust Thy Word, O Crucified, When in Thy triumph over death and hell, The thief forgiven took Thee for his Guide. 4. Our brother goeth by the shining way, That ever to the faithful open lies: Lord, train Thy servant now in Paradise, And bless him in his fatherland, we pray, Till Thou shalt bid his body to arise. (or) 4. Our sister goeth by the shining way, That ever to the faithful open lies: Lord, train Thy servant now in Paradise, And bless her in her fatherland, we pray, Till Thou shalt bid her body to arise. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 124TH