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Thee, O Immanuel, we praise

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: Thee, O Immanuel, we praise, The Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace, The Morning Star, the Heavenly Flower, The Virgin's Son, the Lord of Power. With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing, Praise, honour, thanks to Thee we bring, That Thou, O long-expected guest, Hast come at last to make us blest! Since first the world began to be, How many a heart hath longed for Thee; Long years our fathers hoped of old Their eyes might yet Thy Light behold: The prophets cried; "Ah, would He came To break the fetters of our shame; That help from Zion came to men, Israel were glad, and prospered then!" Now art Thou here; we know Thee now, In lowly manger liest Thou; A child, yet makest all things great, Poor, yet is earth Thy robe of state. From Thee alone all gladness flows, Who yet shalt bear such bitter woes; Earth's light and comfort Thou shalt be, Yet none shall watch to comfort Thee. All heavens are Thine, yet Thou didst come To sojourn in a stranger's home; Thou hangest on Thy mother's breast Who art the joy of spirits blest. Now fearless I can look on Thee, From sin and grief Thou sett'st me free; Thou bearest wrath, Thou conquerest Death, Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath. Thou art my Head, my Lord Divine, I am Thy member, wholly Thine, And in Thy Spirit's strength would still Serve Thee according to Thy will. Thus will I sing Thy praises here With joyful spirit year by year; And they shall sound before Thy throne, Where time nor number more are known.

Eternity! Eternity!

Author: Wülffer; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 27 hymnals Lyrics: Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! And yet to thee Time hastes away, Like as the warhorse to the fray, Or swift as couriers homeward go, Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! For ever as on a perfect sphere End nor beginning can appear, Even so, Eternity, in thee Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A circle infinite art thou, Thy centre an Eternal Now, Never, we name thy outer bound, For never end therein is found. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A little bird with fretting beak Might wear to nought the loftiest peak, Though but each thousand years it came, Yet thou wert then, as now, the same. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! As long as God is God, so long Endure the pains of sin and wrong, So long the joys of heaven remain; Oh lasting joy, Oh lasting pain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! O man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell Upon the pains of sin and hell, And on the glories of the pure, That both beyond all time endure. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! How terrible art thou in woe, How fair where joys for ever glow! God's goodness sheddeth gladness here, His justice there wakes bitter fear. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! They who lived poor and naked rest With God, for ever rich and blest, And love and praise the Highest Good, In perfect bliss and gladsome mood. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A moment lasts all joy below, Whereby man sinks to endless woe, A moment lasts all earthly pain, Whereby an endless joy we gain. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who ponders oft on thee, is wise, All fleshly lusts will he despise, The world finds place with him no more; The love of vain delights is o'er. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who marks thee well would say to God, Here judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod, Here let me all Thy justice bear, When time of grace is past, then spare! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee, O Man, that oft thou think on me, The sinner's punishment and pain, To them who love their God, rich gain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity!

All ye Gentile lands awake!

Author: Rist; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: All ye Gentile lands awake! Thou, O Salem, rise and shine! See the day spring o'er you break, Heralding a morn divine, Telling, God hath called to mind Those who long in darkness pined. Lo! the shadows flee away, For our Light is come at length, Brighter than all earthly day, Source of being, life, and strength! Whoso on this Light would gaze Must forsake all evil ways. Ah how blindly did we stray Ere shone forth this glorious Sun, Seeking each his separate way, Leaving Heaven, unsought, unwon; All our looks were earthward bent, All our strength on earth was spent. Earthly were our thoughts and low, In the toils of Folly caught, Tossed of Satan to and fro, Counting goodness all for nought! By the world and flesh deceived, Heaven's true joys we disbelieved. Then were hidden from our eyes All the law and grace of God; Rich and poor, the fools and wise, Wanting light to find the road Leading to the heavenly life, Wandered lost in care and strife. But the glory of the Lord Hath arisen on us today, We have seen the light outpoured That must surely drive away All things that to night belong, All the sad earth's woe and wrong. Thy arising, Lord, shall fill All my thoughts in sorrow's hour; Thy arising, Lord, shall still All my dread of Death's dark power: Through my smiles and through my tears Still Thy light, O Lord, appears. Let me, Lord, in peace depart From this evil world to Thee; Where Thyself sole Brightness art, Thou hast kept a place for me: In the shining city there Crowns of light Thy saints shall wear.

Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be

Author: Angelus; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be Once the sacrifice for me, Take this living heart of mine, Lay it on Thy holy shrine. Love I know accepteth nought, Save what Thou, O Love, hast wrought; Offer Thou my sacrifice, Else to God it cannot rise. Slay in me the wayward will, Earthly sense and passions kill, Tear self-love from out my heart, Though it cost me bitter smart. Kindle, Mighty Love, the pyre, Quick consume me in Thy fire, Fain were I of self bereft, Nought but Thee within me left. So may God, the Righteous, brook On my sacrifice to look; In whose sight no gift has worth Save a Christ-like life on earth.

God liveth ever!

Author: Zihn; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 5.8.8.8.8.8.7.7.7.7 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Our God is good, in every place His love is known, His help is found, His mighty arm, and tender grace Bring good from ills that hem us round, Easier than we think can He Turn to joy our agony; Soul, remember 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Say, shall He slumber, shall He sleep, Who gave the eye its power to see? Shall He not hear His children weep Who made the ear so wondrously? God is God; He sees and hears All their troubles, all their tears. Soul, forget not 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! He who can earth and heaven control, Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land, Whose presence fills the mighty Whole, In each true heart is close at hand; Love Him, He will surely send Help and joy that never end. Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Scarce canst thou bear thy cross? Then fly To Him where only rest is sweet; Thy God is great, His mercy nigh, His strength upholds the tottering feet; Trust Him, for His grace is sure, Ever doth His truth endure; Soul, forget not in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! When sins and follies long forgot Upon thy tortured conscience prey, Oh come to God, and fear Him not, His love shall sweep them all away; Pains of hell at look of His, Change to calm content and bliss. Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes, Who stand bewildered with their woe, God gently to his bosom takes, And bids them all His fulness know; In thy sorrows' swelling flood Own his hand who seeks thy good. Soul, forget not in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Let earth and heaven outworn with age, Sink to the chaos whence they came; Let angry foes against us rage, Let hell shoot forth his fiercest flame; Fear not Death, nor Satan's thrusts, God defends who in Him trusts; Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! What though thou tread with bleeding feet A thorny path of grief and gloom, Thy God will choose the way most meet To lead thee heavenwards, lead thee home. For this life's long night of sadness He will give thee peace and gladness; Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns.

Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews

Author: Anonymous; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.6.4.4.8.8 Appears in 47 hymnals Lyrics: Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews, Falls soft on hearts that pine; Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refuse This heavenly balm of Thine. Watered from Thee Let every tree Bud forth and blossom to Thy praise, And bear much fruit in after days. Thy word is like a flaming sword, A wedge that cleaveth stone; Keen as a fire so burns Thy Word, And pierceth flesh and bone. Oh send it forth O'er all the earth, To shatter all the might of sin, The darkened heart to cleanse and win. Thy word a wondrous guiding star, On pilgrim hearts doth rise, Leads to their Lord who dwell afar, And makes the simple wise. Let not its light E'er sink in night, But still in every spirit shine, That none may miss Thy light divine.

My God, lo, here before Thy face

Author: Drewes; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: My God, lo, here before Thy face I cast me in the dust; Where is the hope of happier days, Where is my wonted trust? Where are the sunny hours I had Ere of Thy light bereft? Vanished is all that made me glad, My pain alone is left. I shrink with fear and sore alarm When threatening ills I see, As though in time of need Thine arm No more could shelter me; As though Thou couldst not see the grief That makes my courage quail, As thou Thou wouldst not send relief, When human helpers fail. Cannot Thy might avert e'en now What seems my certain doom, And still with light and succour bow To him who weeps in gloom? Art Thou not evermore the same? And hast not Thou revealed That Thou wilt be our strength, Thy Name Our tower of hope, our shield? O Father, compass me about With love, for I am weak; Forgive, forgive my sinful doubt, Thy pitying glance I seek; For torn and anguished is my heart, Thou seest it, my God, Oh soothe my conscience' bitter smart, Lift off my sorrows' load. I know that I am in Thy hands, Whose thoughts are peace toward me, That ever sure thy counsel stands, — Could I but build on Thee! I know that Thou wilt give me all That Thou has promised, Lord, Here will I cling, nor yield, nor fall, I live but by Thy Word. Though mountains crumble into dust, Thy covenant standeth fast; Who follows Thee in pious trust Shall reach the goal at last. Though strange and winding seem the way While yet on earth I dwell, In heaven my heart shall gladly say, Thou, God, dost all things well! Take courage then, my soul, nor steep Thy days and nights in tears, That soon shalt cease to mourn and weep, Thou dark are now thy fears. He comes, He comes, the Strong to save, He comes nor tarries more, His light is breaking o'er the wave, The clouds and storms are o'er!

Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old

Author: Bogatzky; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.10.8.10.10.10 Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old Didst fire the watchmen of the Church's youth, Who faced the foe, unshrinking, bold, Who witnessed day and night the eternal truth, Whose voices through the world are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know and do Thy will! Oh that thy fire were kindled soon, That swift from land to land its flame might leap! Lord, give us but this priceless boon Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap The harvest of the soul; look down and view How great the harvest, yet the labourers few. Lord, let our earnest prayer be heard, The prayer Thy son Himself hath bid us pray; For, lo! Thy children's hearts are stirred In every land in this our darkening day, To cry for help with fervent soul to Thee; Oh hear us, Lord, and speak, Thus let it be! O haste to help ere we are lost! Send forth evangelist, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong, And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim, To be Thy kingdom, and to know Thy name. Would there were help within our walls! Oh let thy promised Spirit come again, Before whom every barrier falls, And ere the night once more shine forth as then! Oh rend the heavens and make Thy presence felt, The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt! And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land the truth be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force, And gather to Thy churches far and wide; And waken Israel from her sleep, O Lord! Thus bless and spread the conquests of Thy Word! The Church's deserts paths restore, That stumbling blocks which long in them have lain, May hinder now Thy Word no more; Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain, Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school Bloom as a garden 'neath Thy prospering rule!

Pure essence! Spotless Fount of Light

Author: Freylinghausen; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Pure essence! Spotless Fount of Light, That fadeth never into dark! O Thou, whose eyes more clear and bright Than noonday sun are quick to mark Our sins; lo, bare before Thy face Lies all the desert of my heart, My once fair soul in every part Now stained with evil foul and base. Since but the pure in heart are blest With promised vision of their God, Sore fear and anguish fill my breast, Rememb'ring all the ways I trod; Mourning I see my lost estate, And yet in faith I dare to cry, Oh let my evil nature die, Another heart in me create! Enough, Lord, that my foe too well Hath lured me once away from Thee; Henceforth I know his craft how fell, And all his deep-laid snares I flee. Lord, through the Spirit whom Thy Son Hath bidden us in prayer to ask, Arm us with might that every task, Whate'er we do, in Thee be done. Unworthy am I of Thy grace, So deep are my transgressions, Lord, And yet once more I seek Thy face; My God, have mercy, nor reward My sins and follies, dark and vain; Reject, reject me not in wrath, But let Thy sunshine now beam forth, And quicken me with hope again. The Holy Spirit Thou hast given, The wondrous pledge of love divine, Who fills our hearts with joys of heaven, And bids us earthly joys resign; Oh let His seal be on my heart, Oh take Him nevermore away, Until this fleshly house decay, And Thou shlt bid me hence depart. But ah! my coward spirit droops, Sick with the fear that enters in Whene'er a soul to bondage stoops, And wears the shameful yoke of sin; Oh quicken with the strength that flows From out the Eternal Fount of Life, My soul half-fainting in the strife, And make an end of all my woes. I cling unto Thy grace alone, Thy steadfast oath my only rest; To Thee, Heart-searcher, all is known That lieth hidden in my breast; Thy joy, O Spirit, on me pour, Thy fervent will my sloth inspire, So shall I have my heart's desire, And serve and praise Thee evermore.

Strive when thou art called of God

Author: Winkler Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 19 hymnals Lyrics: Strive when thou art called of God, When He draws thee by his grace, Strive to cast away the load That would clog thee in the race! Fight, though it may cost thy life; Storm the kingdom, but prevail; Let not Satan's fiercest strife Make thee, warrior, faint or quail. Wrestle, till through every vein Love and strength are glowing warm, Love that can the world disdain, Half-love will not abide the storm. Wrestle with strong prayers and cries, Think no time too much to spend, Though the night be passed in sighs. Though all day thy voice ascend. Hast thou won the pearl of price, Think not thou hast reached the goal, Conquered every sin and vice That had power to harm thy soul. Gaze with mingled joy and fear, On the refuge thou hast found; Know, while yet we linger here Perils ever hem us round. Art thou faithful? then oppose Sin and wrong with all thy might; Care not how the tempest blows, Only care to win the fight. Art thou faithful? Wake and watch, Love with all thy heart Christ's ways, Seek not transient ease to snatch, Look not for reward or praise. Art thou faithful? Stand apart From all all worldly hope and pleasure, Yonder fix thy hopes and heart, On the heaven where lies our treasure. Soldiers of the Cross, be strong, Watch and war 'mid fear and pain, Daily conquering woe and wrong, Till our King o'er earth shall reign!