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At Dismission
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #866 (1844) Meter: 7.6.8 First Line: Father, ere we hence depart Lyrics: Father, ere we hence depart,
Send thy good Spirit down,
To reside in every heart,
And bless the seed that’s sown;
Fountain of eternal love,
Thou freely gavest thy Son to die;
Send thy Spirit from above,
To quicken and apply. Languages: English
At Dismission
The Trinity
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #867 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O praise the Lord, ye heavenly hosts! Lyrics: O praise the Lord, ye heavenly hosts!
The same on earth be done;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The great, the good Three-One.
Languages: English
The Trinity
The Trinity
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #868 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: To the great Godhead, Father, son Lyrics: To the great Godhead, Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three-in-One,
Be glory, praise, and honour given
By all on earth, and all in heaven. Languages: English
The Trinity
The Trinity
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #869 (1844) First Line: Give glory to God, Ye children of men Lyrics: Give glory to God, Ye children of men,
And publish abroad, Again and again,
The Son’s glorious merit, The Father’s free grace,
The gifts of the Spirit, To Adam’s lost race. Languages: English
The Trinity
The Trinity
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #870 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: We laud thy name, Almighty Lord Lyrics: We laud thy name, almighty Lord,
The Father of all grace;
We laud thy name, incarnate Word,
Who saved’st a sinful race;
We laud thy name, blest Spirit of truth,
Who dost salvation seal;
Incline the heart, unclose the mouth,
And sanctify the will. Languages: English
The Trinity
Chastisement
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #871 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Happy the man that bears the stroke Lyrics: 1 Happy the man that bears the stroke
Of his chastising God;
Nor stubbornly rejects the yoke,
Nor faints beneath his rod.
2 They who the Lord’s correction share
Have favour in his eyes;
As kindest fathers will not spare
Their children to chastise.
3 Thy Lord for nothing would not chide;
Thou highly should’st esteem
The cross that’s sent to purge thy pride,
And make thee more like him.
4 For this correction render praise;
’Tis given thee for thy good.
The lash is steeped he on thee lays,
And softened in his blood.
5 [Know, whom the Saviour favours much,
Their faults he oft reproves;
He takes peculiar care of such,
And chastens whom he loves.]
6 Then kiss the rod; thy sins confess;
It shall a blessing prove;
And yield the fruits of righteousness –
Humility and love. Languages: English
Chastisement
Chastisement
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #872 (1844) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Gold in the furnace tried Lyrics: 1 Gold in the furnace tried
Ne’er loses aught but dross;
So is the Christian purified
And bettered by the cross.
2 Afflictions make us see,
What else would ’scape our sight.
How very foul and dim are we,
And God how pure and bright.
3 [The punished child repents;
The parent’s bowels move;
The offended father soon relents,
And turns with double love.]
4 If God rebuke for pride,
He’ll humble thy proud heart;
If for thy want of love he chide,
That love he will impart.
5 He shall by means like these
Thy stubborn temper break;
Soften thy heart by due degrees,
And make thy spirit meek.
6 His chastening, therefore, prize,
The privilege of a saint;
Their hearts are hard who that despise,
And theirs too weak who faint. Languages: English
Chastisement
Chastisement
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #873 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: To thee, my God, I make my plaint Lyrics: 1 To thee, my God, I make my plaint;
To thee my trembling soul draws near;
Let not thy chastening make me faint,
Nor guilt o’erwhelm me with despair.
2 What though thou frown to try my faith?
What though thy heavy hand afflict?
Thou wilt not give me up to death,
Not enter into judgment strict.
3 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right;
Thy rod commands me to repent;
If with my sin compared, ’tis light,
And all in faithfulness is sent.
4 What would my blood avail, if spilt?
Thou hast in richer blood been paid,
When all my dreadful debt of guilt
Was on my dying Saviour laid.
5 Then help me by thy grace to bear
Whate’er thou send to purge my dross;
If in his crown I hope to share,
Why should I grudge to bear his cross?
6 Though thou severely with me deal,
Still will I in thy mercy trust;
Accomplish in me all thy will;
Only remember I am dust. Languages: English
Chastisement
Praying for Fruitfulness
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #874 (1844) First Line: Lord, if with thee part I bear Lyrics: 1 Lord, if with thee part I bear;
If I through thy word am clean;
In thy mercy if I share;
If thy blood has purged my sin;
To my needy soul impart
Thy good Spirit from above,
To enrich my barren heart
With humility and love.
2 Lord, my heart, a desert vast,
Thy reviving hand requires;
Sin has laid my vineyard waste,
Overgrown with weeds and briars.
Thou canst make this desert bloom;
Breathe, O breathe, celestial Dove,
Till it blow with rich perfume
Of humility and love.
3 Vanquish in me lust and pride;
All my stubbornness subdue;
Smile me into fruit, or chide,
If no milder means will do.
Ah! compassionate my case;
Let the poor thy pity move;
Give me of thy boundless grace,
Give humility and love.
4 [Why should one that bears thy name,
Why should thy adopted child,
Be in rags, exposed to shame,
Like a savage, fierce and wild?
With thy children I would sit,
And not like an alien rove;
Clothe my soul and make it fit,
With humility and love.]
5 [Greatest sinners, greatly spared,
Love much, and themselves abase;
Mine’s a paradox too hard –
Rich of mercy, poor of grace;
Me thou hast forgiven much;
(This my sins too plainly prove).
Give me what thou givest such –
Much humility and love.] Languages: English
Praying for Fruitfulness
Praying for Fruitfulness
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #875 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Jesus, to thee I make my moan Lyrics: 1 Jesus, to thee I make my moan;
My doleful tale I tell to thee;
For thou canst help, and thou alone,
A lifeless lump of sin like me.
2 Fain would I find increase of faith;
Fain would I see fresh graces bloom;
But ah! my heart’s a barren heath,
Blasted with cold, and black with gloom.
3 True, thou hast kindly given me light;
I know what Christians ought to be;
But did the blind receive their sight
Nothing but dismal things to see?
4 Though winter waste the earth awhile,
Spring soon revives the verdant meads;
The ripening fields in summer smile,
And autumn with rich crops succeeds;
5 But I from month to month complain;
I feel no warmth; no fruits I see;
I look for life, but dead remain:
’Tis winter all the year with me.
6 [Yet sin’s rank weeds within me live;
Barrenness is not all I bear;
I do not so for nothing grieve:
Alas! there’s worse than nothing there.]
7 Still on thy promise I’ll rely,
From whom alone my fruit is found,
Until the Spirit from on high
Enrich the dry and barren ground. Languages: English
Praying for Fruitfulness
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