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Yea my spirit fain would sink

Author: Winkler Hymnal: LG1861 #81 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Yea my spirit fain would sink In Thy heart and hands, my God, Waiting till Thou show the end Of the ways she here hath trod; Stripped of self, how calm her rest On her loving Father's breast! And my soul repineth not, Well content whate'er befall; Murmurs, wishes, of self-will, They are slain and vanquished all, Restless thoughts, that fret and crave, Slumber in her Saviour's grave. And my soul is free from care, For her thoughts from all things cease That can pierce like sharpest thorns Wounding sore the inner peace. He who made her careth well, She but seeks in peace to dwell. And my soul despaireth not, Loving God amid her woe; Grief that wrings and breaks the heart Only they who hate Him know: They who love Him still possess Comfort in their worst distress. And my soul complaineth not, For she knows not pain or fear, Clinging to her God in faith, Trusting though He slay her here. 'Tis when flesh and blood repine, Son of joy, Thou canst not shine. Thus my soul before her God Lieth still, nor speaketh more, Conqueror thus o'er pain and wrong, That once smote her to the core; Like a silent ocean, bright With her God's great praise and light. Languages: English

Shall I not sing praise to Thee

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #82 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Shall I not sing praise to Thee, Shall I not give thanks, O Lord? Since for us in all I see How Thou keepest watch and ward; How the truest tenderest love Ever fills Thy heart, my God, Helping, cheering, on their road, All who in Thy service move. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. As the eagle o'er her nest Spreads her sheltering wings abroad, So from all that would molest, Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord; From my youth up e'en till now Of the being Thou didst give, And the earthly life I live, Faithful Guardian still wert Thou. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Nay, He kept not back His Son, But hath given Him for our good, And our safety He hath won By the shedding of His blood. O Thou fathomless abyss! My weak powers but strive in vain, Knowledge of Thy depths to gain, Man knows not such love as this. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. And His Spirit, blessed Guide, In His holy Word doth teach, How on earth we may abide, So that heaven at last we reach; Every longing heart doth fill With the pure light of faith, That can break the bonds of death, And control the powers of ill. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Truly hath He cared indeed For my soul's health, and no less If my body suffer need, Will He help in my distress. When my strength and courage fail, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God such strength outpour, That I rise up and prevail. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. All the hosts of heaven and earth, Hath He placed at my command, Nowhere is there lack or dearth, But I find in sea and land All things ordered for my wants, Living things in fields and woods, On the heights or in the floods, And the earth brings forth her plants. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. When I sleep my Guardian wakes, And revives my wearied mind; Every morning on me breaks With some mark of love most kind; Had my God not stood my Friend, Had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen Many a trial reach its end. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Often hath my crafty Foe Threatened to bring down on me Many a sore and heavy woe, From which yet my life is free; For the angel whom God sends, Wards off every threatened hurt, Every evil doth avert That mine Enemy intends. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. As a father ne'er withdraws From a child his all of love, Though it often break his laws, Though it careless, wilful, prove: Even so my loving Lord Doth my faults with pity see, With His rod He chastens me, Not avenging with His sword. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. When His strokes upon me light, Bitterly I feel their smart, Yet are they, if seen aright, Tokens that my Father's heart Yearns to bring me back again Through these crosses to His fold, From the world that fain would hold Soul and body in its chain. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. All my life I still have found, And I will forget it never, Every sorrow hath its bound, And no cross endures for ever. After all the winter's snows Comes sweet summer back again, Patient souls ne'er wait in vain, Joy is given for all their woes. All things else have but their day, God's love only lasts for aye. Since then neither change nor end In Thy love can e'er have place, Father! I beseech Thee send Unto me Thy loving grace. Help Thy feeble child, and give Strength to serve Thee day and night, Loving Thee with all my might, While on earth I yet must live; So shall I when Time is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Languages: English

Praise and thanks to Thee be sung

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Rist Hymnal: LG1861 #83 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Praise and thanks to Thee be sung, Mighty God, in sweetest tone! Lo! from every land and tongue, Nations gather round Thy Throne, Praising Thee, that Thou dost send, Daily from Thy Heaven above, Angel-messengers of love, Who Thy threatened Church defend, Who can offer worthily, Lord of angels, praise to Thee! 'Tis your office, Spirits bright, still to guard us night and day, And before your heavenly might, Powers of darkness flee away; Ever doth your unseen host Camp around us, and avert All that seeks to do us hurt, Curling Satan's malice most. Lord, who then can worthily For such goodness honour Thee! And ye come on ready wing, When we drift toward sheer despair, Seeing nought where we might cling, Suddenly, lo, ye are there! And the wearied heart grows strong, As an angel strengthened Him, Fainting in the garden dim, 'Neath the world's vast woe and wrong. Lord, who then can worthily For such mercy honour Thee! Right and seemly is it then We should glory, that our God Hath such honour put on men, That He sends o'er earth abroad Princes of the realm above, Champions, who by day and night, Shield us with His holy might; Come, behold how great His love! Lord, who then can worthily For such favour honour Thee! Praise and thanks to Thee be sung, Mighty God, in sweetest tone. Lo! from every land and tongue, Nations gather round Thy throne, Praising Thee that Thou dost send, Hourly from Thy glorious sphere, Angels down to help us here, And Thy threatened Church defend. Let us henceforth worthily, Lord of angels, honour Thee. Languages: English

Who are those before God's throne

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Schenk, d. 1727 Hymnal: LG1861 #84 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Who are those before God's throne, What the crownèd host I see? As the sky with stars thick-strown Is their shining company: Hallelujahs, hark, they sing, Solemn praise to God they bring. Who are those that in their hands Bear aloft the conqueror's palm, As one o'er his foeman stands, Fallen beneath his mighty arm? What the war and what the strife, Whence came such victorious life? Who are those arrayed in light, Clothed in righteousness divine, Wearing robes most pure and white, That unstained shall ever shine, That can nevermore decay; Whence came all this bright array? They are those who, strong in faith, Battled for the mighty God; Conquerors o'er the world and death, Following not Sin's crowded road; Through the Lamb who once was slain, Did they such high victory gain. They are those who much have borne, Trial, sorrow, pain, and care, Who have wrestled night and morn With the mighty God in prayer; Now their strife hath found its close, God hath turned away their woes. They are branches of that Stem, Who hath our Salvation been, In the blood He shed for them, Have they made their raiment clean; Hence they wear such radiant dress, Clad in spotless holiness. They are those who hourly here Served as priests before their Lord, Offering up with gladsome cheer Soul and body at His word. Now within the Holy Place, They behold Him face to face. As the harts at noonday pant For the river fresh and clear, Did they ofttimes long and faint For the Living Fountain here. Now their thirst is quenched, they dwell With the Lord they loved so well. Thitherwards I stretch my hands; O Lord Jesus, day by day, In Thy house in these strange lands, Compassed round with foes, I pray, Let me sink not in the war, Drive for me my foes afar. Cast my lot in earth and heaven With Thy saints made like to Thee, Let my bonds be also riven, Make Thy child who loves Thee free; Near the throne where Thou dost shine, May a place at last be mine! Ah! that bliss can ne'er be told, When with all that army bright, Thee, my Sun, I shall behold, Shining star-like, with Thy light. Amen! Thanks be brought to Thee, Praise through all eternity. Languages: English

God who madest earth and heaven

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Heinrich Albert Hymnal: LG1861 #85 (1861) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Lyrics: God who madest earth and heaven, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who the day and night has given, Sun and moon and starry host, All things wake at Thy command, Held in being by Thy hand: God, I thank Thee from my heart, That through all the livelong night, Thou hast kept me safe apart From all danger, pain, affright, And the cunning of my foe Hath not wrought my overthrow. Let the night of sin depart, As this earthly night hath fled; Jesus, take me to Thy heart, In the blood that Thou hast shed Is my help and hope alone, For the evil I have done. Help me as each morn shall break, In the Spirit to arise, Let my soul from sin awake, That when o'er the aged skies, Shall the morn of Doom appear, I may see it free from fear. Ever lead me, ever guide All my wanderings by Thy Word; As Thou hast been, still abide My defence, my refuge, Lord. Never safe except with Thee, Ever Thou my Guardian be! Mighty God, I now commend Soul and body unto Thee, All the powers that Thou dost lend, By Thy hand directed be; Thou my boast, my strength divine, Keep me with Thee, I am Thine. Let Thine angel guard my soul From the Evil One's dark power, All his thousand wiles control, Warning, guiding me each hour, Till my final rest be come, And Thine angel bear me home. Languages: English

The golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #86 (1861) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: The golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams, Are kindling o'er earth, her life and mirth, Shedding forth lovely and heart-cheering light; Through the dark hours' chill I lay silent and still, But risen at length to gladness and strength, I gaze on the heavens all glowing and bright. Mine eyes now behold Thy works, that of old And ever are telling to all men here dwelling, How great is Thy glory, how wondrous Thy power; They tell of the home where the faithful shall come, Who depart to that peace that can change not or cease, From earth where all passeth as passes the hour. O come let us raise our voices, and praise The Maker of all, at His feet let us fall, Offering to Him again all He hath given, The best that is ours, our hearts and our powers; Glad songs that we sing Him, thanks that we bring Him, These are the incense most grateful to Heaven. Evening and morning thus ever he cares for us, Blessing, renewing, warding off ruin, These are His works, thus His goodness we prove; When we are sleeping, watch He is keeping, Whe we arise, He gladdens our eyes With the sunshine of mercy, the glow of His love. < table class="verse"> All passeth away, but God liveth aye, And changeth in nought; eternal His thought, His Word and His Will are steadfast and sure; Never His grace nor His mercy decays, It heals the sad heart from its deadliest smart, Giving it life that shall ever endure. God, Thou my crown! forgiving look down, And hide from Thy face through Thy pitying grace, All my transgressions against Thy command; Henceforth oh rule me, guide me and school me, As Thou seest fit; my ways I commit All to Thy pleasure, Thy merciful hand. Crosses and sorrow may end with the morrow, Stormiest seas shall sink into peace, The wild winds are hushed, and the sunshine returns; So fulness of rest, and the calm of the blest, Are waiting me there, in that garden most fair, That home for which daily my spirit here yearns. Languages: English

Come, my soul, awake, 'tis morning

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Von Canitz, 1654-1699 Hymnal: LG1861 #87 (1861) Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7 Lyrics: Come, my soul, awake, 'tis morning, Day is dawning O'er the earth, arise and pray; Come, to Him who made this splendour, Thou must render All thy feeble powers can pay. From the stars now learn thy duty, See their beauty Paling in the golden air; So God's light thy mists should banish, Thus should vanish What to darkened sense seemed fair. See how everything that liveth, Gladly striveth On the pleasand light to gaze; Stirs with joy each thing that groweth, As it knoweth Darkness smitten by these rays. Soul, thy incense also proffer; Thou shouldst offer Praise to Him, who from thy head Kept afar the storms of sorrow, And the morrow Finds the night in peace hath fled. Bid Him bless what thou art doing, If pursuing Some good aim; but if there lurks Ill intent in thine endeavour, May He ever Thwart and turn thee from Thy works. Think that he, the All-discerning, Knows each turning Of thy path, each sinful stain; Nay what shame would fain gloss over, Can discover; All thou dost to Him is plain. Bound unto the flying hours Are our powers; Earth's vain good floats down their wave, That thy ship, my soul, is hasting, Never resting, To its haven in the grave. Pray that when thy life is closing, Calm reposing, Thou mayst die, and not in pain; That, the night of death departed, Thou glad-hearted, Mayst behold the Sun again. From God's glances shrink thou never, Meet them ever; Who submits him to His grace, Finds that earth no sunshine knoweth Such as gloweth O'er his pathway all his days. Wakenest thou again to sorrow, Oh! then borrow Strength from Him, whose sun-like might On the mountain-summit tarries, And yet carries To the vales their mirth and light. Round the gifts He on thee showers, Fiery towers Will he set, be not afraid, Thou shalt dwell 'mid angel legions, In the regions Satan's self dares not invade. Languages: English

Dayspring of eternity!

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Von Rosenroth Hymnal: LG1861 #88 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.3 Lyrics: Dayspring of eternity! Dawn on us this morning-tide. Light from Light's exhaustless sea, Now no more Thy radience hide, But dispel with glorious might All our night. Let the morning dew of love On our sleeping conscience rain; Gentle comfort from above Flow through life's long parch'd plain; Water daily us Thy flock From the rock. Let the glow of love destroy Cold obedience faintly given; Wake our hearts to strength and joy with the flushing eastern heaven, Let us truly rise ere yet Life hath set. Brightest Star of eastern skies, Let that final morn appear, When our bodies too shall rise Free from all that pained them here, Strong their joyful course to run As the sun. To yon world be Thou our light, O Thou glorious Sun of grace; Lead us through the tearful night, To yon fair and blessed place, Where to joy that never dies We shall rise. Languages: English

Once more from rest I rise again

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick Hymnal: LG1861 #89 (1861) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: Once more from rest I rise again, To greet a day of toil and pain, My Heaven-appointed lot; Unknowing what new grief may be With this new day in store for me, But it shall harm me not I know full well; my loving God Will send me not a hurtful load. My burden every day is new, But every day my God is true, And all my cares hath borne; Ere eventide can no man know What Day shall bring of joy or woe, And though it seem each morn To some new path of suffering call, With God I can surmount it all. Since this I know, oh wherefore sink, My faithless heart? And why thus shrink To take thy load again? Bear what thou canst, God bears thy lot, The Lord of All, He stumbleth not; Pure blessing shalt thou gain, If thou with Him right onward go, Nor fear'st to tread the path of woe. My heart grows strong, all terrors fly Whene'er I feel Thy love Most High, Doth compass me around; But would I have Thee for my shield, No more to sin my soul must yield, But in Thy ways be found; Thou, God, wilt never walk my way If from Thy paths my feet should stray. But let me feel Thou guidest me, And humbly I will follow Thee, Lord, make me true and pure; Then strong and dauntless in Thy might Against a world of sin I'll fight, And know my triumph sure; Then bravely I can meet each day, And fear it not, come what come may. My God and Lord, I cast on Thee The load that weighs too sore on me, The yoke 'neath which I bow; I lay my rank, my high command, In my Almighty Father's hand, Well knowing, Lord, that Thou Wilt ne'er withdraw it, for Thy truth Hath let me onward from my youth. To Thee my kindred I commend, For they are safe if Thou defend, Oh guard them round about; My sinful soul would shelter take In Jesu's bosom, for whose sake Thou wilt not cast her out; When soul and body part at last, Then all myself on Thee I cast. Languages: English

The happy sunshine all is gone

Author: Catherine Winkworth; N. Hermann Hymnal: LG1861 #90 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: The happy sunshine all is gone, The gloomy night comes swiftly on; But shine Thou still, O Christ our Light, Nor let us lose ourselves in night. We thank Thee, Father, that this day Thy angels watched around our way, And free from harm and vexing fear, Have led us on in safety here. Lord, have we angered Thee today, Remember not our sins, we pray, But let Thy mercy o'er them sweep, And give us calm and restful sleep. Thy angels guard our sleeping hours, And keep afar all evil Powers; And Thou all pain and mischief ward From soul and body, faithful Lord! Languages: English