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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: John Franck Hymnal: HBUE1884 #61 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness, Come into the day-light’s splendor, There with joy thy praises render Unto Him whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous banquet founded; Higher o’er all the heavens He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. 2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving reverence greet Him; For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal; Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him: "Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I never more will leave Thee." 3 He who precious goods desireth To obtain, much gold requireth; But to give us every treasure Of Thy love, is Thy good pleasure; For there is on earth no coffer Which as payment we might offer For this cup Thy blood containing, And this manna, on us raining. 4 Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend who here invites us, And to God Himself unites us. 5 Now I sink before Thee lowly, Filled with joy most deep and holy, As with trembling awe and wonder On Thy mighty works I ponder: How, by mystery surrounded, Depths no man hath ever sounded None may dare to pierce unbidden, Secrets that with Thee are hidden. 6 Human wisdom vainly ponders, It will ne'er explain these wonders, That this bread doth never perish, Although millions it doth nourish; And that Christ His blood is giving With the wine we are receiving. Ah! these mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded. 7 Sun who all my life dost brighten, Light, who dost my soul enlighten, Joy, the sweetest, man e'er knoweth, Fount, whence all my being floweth, At Thy feet I cry, my Maker, Let me be a fit partaker, Of this blessed food from heaven, For our good, Thy glory, given. 8 Lord, Thy holy love hath driven Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven, For us on the cross to languish, And to die in bitter anguish, To forego all joy and gladness, And to shed Thy blood in sadness. Now we drink this blood, and never Will forget Thy love, dear Saviour. 9 Christ, true bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee, Never to my hurt invited, Be Thy love with love required; From this banquet let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep its treasure; Through the gifts Thou here dost give me. As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: The Catechism Languages: English

O Jesus, dearest Lord, to Thee

Author: Kingo Hymnal: HBUE1884 #62 (1884) Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, dearest Lord, to Thee My fervent thanks shall ever be, Which now Thy love on me bestowed. For Thy true flesh and precious blood. 2 Break forth in praise, rejoice, my heart: Exceeding riches is my part, My Jesus now in me doth dwell; My joy and bliss no tongue can tell. Topics: The Catechism Languages: English

Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Author: Luther Hymnal: HBUE1884 #63 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee; Lord, hear me, I implore Thee! Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, My prayer let come before Thee! If Thou remember each misdeed, If each should have its rightful meed, Who may abide Thy presence? 2 Our pardon is Thy gift, Thy love Thy grace alone avail us; Our works could ne’er our guilt remove, The strictest life must fail us. Before Thee none of aught can boast, We're 'midst our fairest actions lost, And live alone through mercy. 3 Therefore my hope is in His grace, And not in my own merit; On Him my confidence I place, Instructed by His Spirit; His precious word hath promised me He will my joy and comfort be, Thereon is my reliance. 4 And though it tarry till the night, And round till morning weaken, My heart shall ne'er mistrust His might, Nor count itself forsaken. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. 5 Though great our sins and sore our woes, His grace much more aboundeth; His helping love no limit knows, Our utmost need it soundeth. Our Shepherd kind and true is He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. Topics: Repentance Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, in Thee alone

Author: Schneesing Hymnal: HBUE1884 #64 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, in Thee alone My only hope on earth I place; For other comforter is none, No help have I but in Thy grace. There is no man nor creature here, No angel in the heavenly sphere, Who at my need can succour me; I cry to Thee, For Thou canst end my misery. 2 My sin is very sore and great, I mourn beneath its horrid load; O free me from this heavy weight, My saviour, through Thy precious blood; And with Thy Father for me plead That Thou hast suffered in my stead; From me the burden then is rolled; Lord, I lay hold On Thy dear promises of old. 3 And of Thy mercy now bestow True Christian faith on me, O Lord! That all the sweetness I may know Which in Thy holy cross is stored, Love Thee o'er earthly pride or pelf, And love my neighbour as myself; And when at last is come my end, Be Thou my friend, From all assaults my soul defend. 4 Glory to God in highest heaven, The Father of eternal love; To His dear Son for sinners given. Whose watchful grace we daily prove; To God the Holy Ghost on high; O ever be His comfort nigh, And teach us, free from sin and fear, To please Him here, And serve Him in the sinless sphere! Topics: Repentance Languages: English

"Jesus sinners doth receive!"

Author: Neumeister Hymnal: HBUE1884 #65 (1884) Lyrics: 1 "Jesus sinners doth receive!" O may all this saying ponder, Who in sin's delusions live, And from God and heaven wander: This alone sure hope can give-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 2 We deserved but grief and shame, Yet His words, rich grace revealing, Pardon, peace, and life proclaim; Here their ills have perfect healing Who with humble hearts believe-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 3 Sheep that from the fold did stray Every faithful shepherd seeketh; Weary souls that lost their way Christ the Shepherd seeks and taketh In His arms, that they may live-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 4 Come, ye wanderers, one and all, Come, ye all have invitation; Come, obey His gracious call, Come and take His free salvation; Come, this cheerful word believe-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 5 I, a sinner, come to Thee Lord, relieve me of my burden, Tender mercy show to me, Saviour, grant to me Thy pardon, Let this word my soul relieve-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 6 Henceforth I need fear no foe; Though as scarlet my transgression, It shall be as white as snow By the virtue of thy passion, For in this word I believe-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 7 Now my conscience is at ease, Now I fear no condemnation: Christ, who grants me full release, Cancels every obligation; For in faith to Him I cleave-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" 8 "Jesus sinners doth receive!" He received me too; hence never I shall perish, but shall live With my Lord in heaven forever, When this sinful world I leave,-- "Jesus sinners doth receive!" Topics: Repentance Languages: English

Lord, to Thee I make confession

Author: Johann Franck Hymnal: HBUE1884 #66 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Lord, to Thee I make confession, I have sinned and gone astray, I have multiplied transgression, Chosen for myself my way. Forced at last to see my errors, Lord, I tremble at Thy terrors. 2 But from Thee how can I hide me, Thou, O God, art everywhere; Refuge from Thee is denied me Or by land or sea or air; Nor death's darkness can enfold me, So that Thou shouldst not behold me. 3 Yet though conscience’ voice appall me, Father, I will seek Thy face; Though Thy child I dare not call me, Yet receive me to Thy grace; Do not for my sins forsake me, Do not yet Thy wrath o’ertake me. 4 For Thy Son hath suffered for me, And His blood He shed for sin; That can heal me and restore me, Quench this burning fire within; ’Tis alone His cross can vanquish These dark fears, and soothe this anguish. 5 Then on Him I cast my burden, Sink it in the depths below. Let me feel Thy gracious pardon, Wash me, make me white as snow. Let Thy Spirit leave me never, Make me only Thine forever! Topics: Repentance Languages: English

Saviour, when in dust to Thee

Author: Sir Robert Grant Hymnal: HBUE1884 #67 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Saviour, when in dust to Thee Low we bow the trembling knee; When repentant to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; O by all Thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high,-- Hear our solemn litany. 2 By Thy birth and early years, By Thy human grief and tears, By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness, By Thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter’s power,-- Jesus, look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. 3 By Thine hour of dark despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the purple robe of scorn, By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn, By Thy cross, Thy pangs and cries, By Thy perfect sacrifice,-- Jesus, look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. 4 By Thy deep expiring groan, By the sealed sepulchral stone, By Thy triumph o'er the grace, By Thy power from death to save,-- Mighty God, ascended Lord, To thy throne in heaven restored, Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, Of our solemn litany. Topics: Repentance Languages: English

Dear Christian people, now rejoice

Author: Luther Hymnal: HBUE1884 #68 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Dear Christian people, now rejoice, And banish all your sadness, While with united heart and voice We sing with love and gladness, And tell how God beheld our need, And wrought that sweet and wondrous deed That hath so dearly cost Him. 2 Fast bound in Satan's chains I lay, Death brooded darkly o'er me, My sins oppressed me night and day, Therein my mother bore me, And always deeper still I fell, In all my life was nothing well, So sore had sin possessed me. 3 My good works could avail me naught, For they with sin were stained, My will against God's judgments fought, And dead to good remained: My anguish drove me to despair, Whilst death frowned on me everywhere, And hell yawned just before me. 4 But God from all eternity Looked on me in compassion; His tender mercy flowed tow'rd me, He willed my souls salvation; His father's heart yearned over me: What greater love than this could be, Which gave His richest treasure? 5 He spake to His beloved Son: "'Tis time to have compassion; Go Thou, my Son, my heart's bright Crown, And bring to man salvation: From sin and sorrow set him free, Slay bitter death for him, that he May live with Thee forever." 6 The Son delighted to obey, And, born of virgin mother, Awhile in this low world did stay, And thus became my brother; His mighty power He hidden bore, A servant's form like mine He wore, My foe for me to vanquish. 7 To me He spake: "Hold fast by me, I am thy Rock and Castle, Myself I wholly give for thee, For thee I strive and wrestle: For I am thine, and thou art mine, Henceforth my place is also thine, The foe shall never part us. 8 "I know that he will shed my blood, And of my life bereave me, But I will bear it for thy good; Be steadfast and believe me: My life from death the victory wins, My innocence doth bear thy sins, And thus thou art delivered. 9 "And when to heaven I ascend, My glory to inherit, I still will be thy Lord, and send To thee my Holy Spirit, To comfort thee in every woe, Instruct thee how me right to know, And into truth to guide thee. 10 "As I have done and taught, so thou To do and teach endeavor; Then shall my kingdom flourish now, And God be praised forever; And this last counsel give I thee: From men's additions keep thou free The treasure I have left thee." Topics: Faith and Justification Languages: English

Now I have found the ground wherein

Author: J. A. Rothe Hymnal: HBUE1884 #69 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Now I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul’s anchor may remain; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world’s foundation slain; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. 2 Father, Thine everlasting grace Our feeble thought surpasses far; Thy heart still melts with tenderness, Thine arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste, and live. 3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss! My sins are swallowed up in Thee: Covered is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me; While Jesus’ blood, through earth and skies, Mercy--free, boundless mercy--cries. 4 With faith I plunge me in this sea, Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; Hither, when hell assails, I flee, I look into my Saviour’s breast: Away, sad doubt and anxious fear! Mercy is all that’s written there. 5 Though waves and storms go o’er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be withered all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn: On this my steadfast soul relies, Father, Thy mercy never dies. 6 Fixed on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth’s foundations melt away, Mercy’s full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love. Topics: Faith and Justification Languages: English

Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness

Author: Zinzendorf Hymnal: HBUE1884 #70 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress: ’Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When from the dust of death I rise, To take my mansion in the skies, Even then shall this be all my plea: "Jesus hath lived and died for me." 3 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully through Thee absolved I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 4 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruined nature sinks in years: No age can change its constant hue The robe of Christ is ever new. 5 And when the dead shall hear Thy voice, Thy banished children shall rejoice; Their beauty this, their glorious dress,-- Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness. Topics: Faith and Justification Languages: English