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Forward still! Forward still!

Author: C. A. Miller; J. E. Schmidt Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #217 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 Forward still! Forward still! Zion, rise and onward move; Let thy light be brightly glowing, Cease not from thy early love: Seek the Fount of life that's flowing; Strait the gate, yet on with steadfast will. Forward still! Forward still! 2 Firm endure! Firm endure! Zion, though with every breath Anguish, scorn and grief swell o'er thee, Be thou faithful unto death: See the crown of life before thee; E'en the serpent's sting hath found a cure. Firm endure! Firm endure! 3 Follow not! Follow not! Zion, follow not the world: Vain its pledge to make thee greater, Vain its bribes, its gifts impearled; Be no dragon's slave, no traitor; Zion, soon the promise is forgot. Follow not! Follow not! 4 On once more! On once more! Zion, in thy might, display Brother-love, all warm and fervent; Show the love of Christ, today, Wrought by Him, in thee, His servant: Zion, through the widely opened door, On once more! On once more! 5 Still hold fast! Still hold fast! Be thou faithful as of old, Lukewarm let not Jesus find thee, On, soon comes thy crown of gold! On, forget what is behind thee; Zion, in the battle's strife, at last, Still hold fast! Still hold fast!

Watchman, is the darkness waning?

Author: C. G. Barth; A. Ramsey Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #218 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 Watchman, is the darkness waning? Watchman, is the morning near? Oft we count the hours remaining Till the glorious dawn appear; Till the dark today be bidden And the stars' faint gleams be hidden; Till the sun-beams warm and bright, Flood the vales and hills with light. 2 God of power and might unbounded, Lo, we stand in strange surprise, By Thy glorious deeds confounded: Yea, 'tis marv'lous in our eyes. Many a soul to Thee Thou sealest; Many an open door revealest; Many a pledge dost give, and sign That the heathen shall be Thine. 3 On Thy little troop is pressing To the farthest hostile shore; On they go, the land possessing; On Thy banner goes before. E'en when ope is long debating, Open doors are waiting, waiting; Where our feeble feet are slow, Swiftly Thine to vict'ry go. 4 Hindered ever, even halted, Often hardnesses we bear; But from heights serene, exalted, Soon Thy hand works ev'rywhere. Thy great deeds with wonder viewing, We have yet short time for doing; Lead us, Lord; we should not stay When Thine arm prepares the way. 5 Led by Thee, though few and feeble, Blessings round our path shall throng; When Thy streams refresh Thy people Desert lands will bloom ere long. Nations to Thy gates are flowing; Ev'rywhere the sound of going; Filled with joy Thy light to see, Lo, the Gentiles come to Thee.

My church! my church! my dear old church

Author: Anon. Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #219 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 My church! my church! my dear old church My fathers’ and my own, On prophets and apostles built, And Christ the corner-stone; All else beside, by storm or tide, May yet be overthrown; But not my church, my dear old church, My fathers’ and my own. 2 My church! my church! my dear old church! My glory and my pride! Firm in the faith Immanuel taught, She holds no faith beside. Upon this Rock, ‘gainst every shock, Though gates of hell assail, She stands secure, with promise sure-- “They never shall prevail.” 3 My church! my church! I love my church, For she exalts my Lord! She speaks, she breathes, she teaches not, But from His written word. And if her voice bids me rejoice, From all m sins released, 'Tis through th'atoning sacrifice, And Jesus is the Priest. 4 My church! my church! I love my church, For she doth lead me on To Zion's palace beautiful, Where Christ the Lord hath gone. From all below she bids me go To Him, the Life, the Way, The Truth to guide my erring feet From darkness into day.

Lord, keep us in Thy Word and work

Author: C. Winkworth; M. Luther Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #220 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 Lord, keep us in Thy Word and work, Restrain the murd'rous Pope and Turk, Who fain would tear from off Thy throne Christ Jesus, Thy beloved Son. 2 Lord Jesus Christ, Thy power make known, For Thou art Lord of lords alone; Shield Thy poor Christendom, that we May evermore sing praise to Thee. 3 Thou Comforter of priceless worth Give one mind to Thy flock on earth; Stand by us in our final strife, And lead us out of death to life. 4 Destroy their counsels, Lord our God, And smite them with an iron rod, And let them fall into the snare Which for Thy Christians they prepare. 5 So that at last they may perceive That Lord our God, Thou still dost live, And dost deliver mightily All those who put their trust in Thee.

Christ is made the sure foundation

Author: J. M. Neale; Anon. Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #221 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 Christ is made the sure foundation, Christ the Head and Cornerstone, Chosen of the Lord and precious, Binding all the church in one; Holy Zion's help forever, And her confidence alone. 2 All that dedicated city, Dearly loved of God on high, In exultant jubilation Pours perpetual melody; God the One in Three adoring In glad hymns eternally. 3 To this temple, where we call Thee, Come, O Lord of host, today; With Thy wonted loving-kindness Hear Thy people as they pray; And Thy fullest benediction Shed within its walls alway. 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants, What they ask of Thee to gain, What they gain from Thee forever With the blesséd to retain, And hereafter in Thy glory Evermore with Thee to reign. 5 Praise and honor to the Father, Praise and honor to the Son, Praise and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One; One in might, and One in glory While unending ages run.

There is within this heart of mine

Author: J. Pomarius; Anon. Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #222 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 There is within this heart of mine A little church with sacred shrine, And stained forever with the blood Of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God. 2 Here dwelleth God, the Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One; He is my soul's belovéd Guest, And grants my heart true peace and rest. 3 This little church looks poor and old; But being the abode of God It has a glorious, peerless grace: It is God's royal dwelling-place. 4 This little church, Lord, I commend Unto Thy care, and pray: Defend And shield it from calamity, Dwell there now and eternally.

From Greenland's icy mountains

Author: R. Heber Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #223 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though ev'ry prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high; Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation, O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story; And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.

I love Thy Zion, Lord

Author: T. Dwight Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #224 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 I love Thy Zion, Lord, The house of Thine abode; The church our blest Redeemer saved With His own precious blood. 2 I love Thy church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend! To her my cares and toils be given Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Savior and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

Glorious things of thee are spoken

Author: J. Newton Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #225 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He whose word cannot be broken, Formed Thee for His own abode. On the Rock of ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose! With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams of living waters Springing from eternal Love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove. Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst t'assuage? Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near: Thus they march, the pillar leading, Light by night and shade by day; Daily on the manna feeding Which He gives them when they pray. 4 Savior, if of Zion's City I, through grace, a member am, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in Thy name. Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know.

God is our refuge and defense

Author: G. Rawson Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #226 (1918) Topics: Reformation, Church, Missions Lyrics: 1 God is our refuge and defense; In trouble our unfailing aid: Secure in His omnipotence, What foe can make our souls afraid! 2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock: They look beyond this transient world. 3 There is a river, pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains, Where in eternity of light The city of our God remains. 4 Built by the word of His command, With His unclouded presence blest, Firm as His throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest.