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When all Thy mercies, O my God
Author: Joseph Addison Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #369b (1908) Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER
When all Thy mercies, O my God
Day of wrath, that Day of mourning!
Author: Thomas of Celano, 14th Century; Dr. William Josiah Irons Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #460 (1908) Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath, that Day of mourning!
See fulfilled the prophets' warning,
Heav'n and earth in ashes burning!
2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth!
3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;
Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.
4 Death is struck, and nature quaking;
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded:
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
6 When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.
7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
When the just are mercy needing?
8 King of Majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us!
9 Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous incarnation;
Fount of pity, then befriend us!
10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering bought me;
Shall such grace in vain be brought me?
11 Righteous Judge of retribution,
Grant Thy gift of absolution,
Ere that day's dread execution.
12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning!
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning!
13 Thou the woman gav'st remission,
Heardst the dying thief's petition:
Hopeless else were my condition.
14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying!
15 With Thy favored sheep, O place me!
Nor amid the goats abase me:
But to Thy right hand upraise me.
16 While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me, with Thy saints surrounded.
17 Bows my heart in meek submission,
Strewn with ashes of contrition;
Succor Thou my lost condition!
18 Day of sorrow, Day of weeping,
When in dust no longer sleeping,
Man awakes in Thy dread keeping!
19 To the rest Thou didst prepare me,
On Thy Cross, O Christ, upbear me!
Spare, O God, in mercy spare me! Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE
Day of wrath, that Day of mourning!
O Jesus, blest is he
Author: A. T. Russell Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #482 (1913) Meter: 6.5.6.5.11.6.6.5 Topics: The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, blest is he
Who Thine abideth:
Thy light his steps in peace
Securely guideth;
On Thee our rock most high
His hope endureth:
Him of eternal rest,
Him of eternal rest,
Thy word assureth.
2 His care he casts on Thee,
Nor evil feareth:
Him on his heavenward way
Thy presence cheereth.
The world he leave for Thee;
Thou art his treasure;
The joys laid up in Thee,
The joys laid up in Thee,
No thought can measure.
3 What though on earth he mourn,
His pain Thou healest;
When all is dark and drear,
Hope Thou revealest;
Thou him in death wilt stay
With consolation;
Thou soon in bliss to be,
Thou soon in bliss to be,
His contemplation. Tune Title: [O Jesus, blest is he]
O Jesus, blest is he
We sing the praise of Him who died
Author: T. Kelly Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #483 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope let all deride,
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see
In shining letters, God is love;
He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.
3 The cross, it takes our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up,
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight,
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above. Tune Title: [We sing the praise of Him who died]
We sing the praise of Him who died
Weary of earth and laden with my sin
Author: S. J. Stone Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #484 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth and laden with my sin,
I look to heaven and long to enter in,
But there no evil thing may find a home;
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come!"
2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."
4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near;
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
5 ’Twas He who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heaven, the Father’s child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.
6 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father’s courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord,
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown,
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.
8 Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
Myself my gift, let my devotion prove,
Forgiven greatly, how greatly I love. Tune Title: [Weary of earth and laden with my sin]
Weary of earth and laden with my sin
My soul, be on thy guard
Author: George Heath Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #485 (1913) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2 O watch, and fight, and pray!
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain the crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God!
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath
Up to His blest abode. Tune Title: [My soul, be on thy guard]
My soul, be on thy guard
When rising from the bed of death
Author: Joseph Addison Hymnal: Church Book #571 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:
3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear?
4 But Thou hast told the troubled mind,
Who does her sins lament,
Of Him who suffered unto death,
Her sufferings to prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died
to make her pardon sure. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
When rising from the bed of death
The Saviour calls; let every ear
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: Church Book #345 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 The Saviour calls; let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound.
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Here springs of sacred pleasures rise,
To ease your every pain;
Immortal fountain! full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4 Ye sinners! come, ’tis mercy’s voice;
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay?
5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;
To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy Love imparts,
And drink and never die. Languages: English Tune Title: MANCHESTER
The Saviour calls; let every ear
The Spirit, in our hearts
Author: Henry Ustic Onderdonk Hymnal: Church Book #346 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 The Spirit, in our hearts
Is whispering, "Sinner, come:"
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims
To all His children, "Come!"
2 Let him that heareth, say
To all about him, "Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness
To Christ, the Fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come;"
Lord, even so! I wait Thine hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come! Scripture: Revelation 22:17 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. HELENA
The Spirit, in our hearts
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice
Author: Anna Letitia Barbauld Hymnal: Church Book #347 (1890) Topics: Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. COLUMBA
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice
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