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My God, how wonderful Thou art
Appears in 346 hymnals Used With Tune: TALLIS'S ORDINAL
My God, how wonderful Thou art
O Gift of gifts! O Grace of faith!
Author: F. W. Faber Appears in 84 hymnals Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL
O Gift of gifts! O Grace of faith!
O God of Bethel, by Whose hand
Author: Philip Doddridge Appears in 391 hymnals Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL
O God of Bethel, by Whose hand
The Peace of God
Author: F. W. Farr Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The world knows not the perfect peace Lyrics: 1 The world knows not the perfect peace
The Lord gives to His own;
He causeth every sob to cease,
He husheth every moan.
2 The world can never take away,
Nor mar its blissful rest;
It shineth as the perfect day;
For those who trust, are blest.
3 The peace of God, it knows no jar,
No discord, no distress;
It still the clamor of soul-war,
And stays its bitterness.
4 It lays the passions of the heart
And every vague alarm;
It quiets with its magic art
Forebodings, fears of harm.
5 O blessed peace, O holy calm,
The hush of thy repose
Is soothing as the healing balm
Which Gilead's forest knows.
6 Descend, O silver-winged dove,
Descend with heavenly flight,
Diffuse abroad thy perfect love,
And fill the world with light. Used With Tune: TALLIS
The Peace of God
Stand Up, and Bless the Lord, Your God
Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854; Compiler Appears in 404 hymnals Topics: Beginning of Worship Exhortation to Worship; Hymns, Songs, Chorales Scripture: Nehemiah 9:5 Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL
Stand Up, and Bless the Lord, Your God
Ye Wretched, Hungry, Starving Poor
Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 327 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, He bids you come:
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.
3 Room in the Savior’s bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.
4 In Him, the Father reconciled
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be called a child,
And kindly welcomed home.
5 O come, and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
6 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th’eternal throne,
Ten thousand, thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.
7 And yet ten thousand, thousand more,
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room. Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL Text Sources: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760
Ye Wretched, Hungry, Starving Poor
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
Appears in 322 hymnals Used With Tune: TALLIS
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
O Thou, Whose Bounty Fills My Cup
Author: Jane Crewdson Appears in 43 hymnals First Line: O Thou whose bounty fills my cup Topics: Christian Experience The Wilderness-Path Used With Tune: ST. GREGORIUS
O Thou, Whose Bounty Fills My Cup
How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
Appears in 57 hymnals Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL ('9TH TUNE')
How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
The Harp at Nature's Advent Strung
Author: John G. Whittier Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 48 hymnals Lyrics: 1. The harp at Nature’s advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
2. And prayer is made, and praise is giv’n,
By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to Heav’n,
And mirrors every star.
3. Its waves are kneeling on the strand,
As kneels the human knee,
Their white locks bowing to the sand,
The priesthood of the sea!
4. They pour their glittering treasures forth,
Their gifts of pearl they bring,
And all the listening hills of earth
Take up the song they sing.
5. The green earth sends its incense up
From many a mountain shrine;
From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.
6. The mists above the morning rills
Rise white as wings of prayer;
The altar-curtains of the hills
Are sunset’s purple air.
7. The winds with hymns of praise are loud,
Or low with sobs of pain—
The thunder-organ of the cloud,
The dropping tears of rain.
8. With drooping head and branches crossed
The twilight forest grieves,
Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost
From all its sunlit leaves.
9. The blue sky is the temple’s arch,
Its transept earth and air,
The music of its starry march
The chorus of a prayer.
10. So Nature keeps the reverent frame
With which her years began,
And all her signs and voices shame
The prayerless heart of man. Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL
The Harp at Nature's Advent Strung
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