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I Will Sing My Maker's Praises

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #25 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him With such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 2 Yea, so dear did He esteem me That His Son He loved so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, How could e'er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find Tho' my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 3 All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour; In my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 4 When I sleep, He still is near me, O'er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me When the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God's protection, Had His countenance not been Here my Guide, I had not seen E'er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 5 As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors Find a tender, pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, Not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 6 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father's love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Amen. Topics: Adoration Worship and Praise Scripture: Ephesians 5:19-20 Languages: English Tune Title: SOLLT' ICH MEINEM GOTT

I will sing my Maker's praises

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #436 (1913) Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises, And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of the good He meaneth me: Nothing else but love could move Him With such sweet and tender care All who try to serve and love Him. Evermore to raise and bear. 2 Yea, so dear doth He esteem me, That His Son He loves so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell; Well of life that springeth ever! Sea of love that hath no ground! Fruitless were my best endeavor Depth of love like thine to sound. 3 All which for my soul is needful He will carefully provide, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs besides: When my strength cannot avail me-- At the best a broken reed-- God appears; He will not fail me In the time of utmost need. 4 As a father ne'er removeth All his love for some lost child, But the prodigal still loveth, Yearning to be reconciled; So my many sins and errors Find a tender pardoning God, Who doth not with penal terrors Chasten them, but with the rod. 5 All His blows and scourges truly For the moment grievous prove, And yet, when I weigh them duly, Are but tokens of His love; Proofs that He is watching o'er me, And would, by the cross and rod, From this wicked world restore me To my Father and my God. 6 Since then neither change nor coldness In His precious love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As a child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, Love and trust Thee and obey Thee Till I reach the realms of light. Topics: The Church Year Tenth Sunday after Trinity ; The Church Year Tenth Sunday after Trinity ; God Loving Tune Title: [I will sing my Maker's praises]

I Will Sing My Maker's Praises

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Lutheran Worship #439 (1982) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises And in him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of his tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move him With such deep and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love him. All things else have but their hour. God's great love retains its pow'r. 2 He so cared for and esteemed me That the Son he loved so well He gave for me to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Lord, spring of boundless blessing, How then could my finite mind Of your love the limit find Though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their hour, God's great love retains its pow'r. 3 All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor is he of that unheedful Which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, When my pow'rs can do no more, Then will God his strength out-pour; In my need he will not fail me. All things else have but their hour, God's great love retains its pow'r. 4 Since there's neither change nor coldness In God's love that on me smiled, I now lift my hands in boldness, Coming to you as your child. Grant me grace, O God, I pray you, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust you and obey you And then, after this life's end. Ever praise you, God, my friend. Topics: Celebration; Comfort and Rest; Holy Trinity; Hope; Name of Jesus, The (New Year's Eve); Praise and Adoration; Thanksgiving, Day of Languages: English Tune Title: SOLLT ICH MEINEM GOTT

I Will Sing My Maker's Praises

Author: P. Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #448 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him With such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 2 Yea, so dear did He esteem me That His Son He loved so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, How could e'er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find Though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 3 All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, When my pow'rs can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour; In my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 4 When I sleep, He still is near me, O'er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me When the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God's protection, Had His countenance not been Here my Guide, I had not seen E'er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 5 As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors Find a tender, pard'ning God, Chast'ning frailty with His rod, Not in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 6 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father's love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Topics: Renewed Obedience; Trinity 10 Languages: English Tune Title: SOLLT ICH MEINEM GOTT

I Will Sing My Maker's Praises

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3179 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1. I will sing my maker’s praises and in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him with such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear all who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 2. Yea, so dear did He esteem me that His Son he loved so well He hath given to redeem me from the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou spring of boundless blessing, how could e’er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 3. All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is He unheedful which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, when my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour; in my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 4. When I sleep, He still is near me, o’er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me when the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God’s protection, had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen e’er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 5. As a father never turneth wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, longing to be reconciled, So my many sins and errors find a tender, pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God’s great love abides for aye. 6. Since, then, neither change nor coldness, in my Father’s love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, as Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, that I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, love and trust Thee and obey Thee And, when this brief life is o’er, praise and love Thee evermore. Languages: English Tune Title: SOLLT' ICH MEINEM GOTT

I Will Sing My Maker's Praises

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Christian Worship (1993) #253 (1993) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 First Line: I will sing my Maker's praise Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises And in him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of his tender love for me. Nothing else than love could move him With such deep and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love him. All things else have but their day; God's great love abides for aye. 2 He so cared for and esteemed me That the Son he loved so well He has given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O my Lord, the Spring of blessing, Could somehow my finite mind Of your love the limit find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day; God's great love abides for aye. 3 All that for my soul is needful He with loving care provides, Nor of that is he unheedful Which my body needs besides. When my strength cannot avail me, When my pow'rs can do no more, Then will God his strength outpour; In my need he will not fail me. All things else have but their day; God's great love abides for aye. 4 Since there's neither change nor coldness In God's love that on me smiled, I now lift my hands in boldness, Coming to you as your child. Grant me grace, O God, I pray you, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust you and obey you And, when this brief life is o'er, Praise and love you evermore. Topics: Worship and Praise; Worship and Praise Languages: English Tune Title: SOLLT ICH MEINEM GOTT NICHT SINGEN

I will sing my Maker's praises

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #65 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 I will sing my Maker's praises And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of His tender love to me. Nothing else than love could move Him, With such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 2 As an eagle spreadeth over Her young brood her sheltering wings, So the arm of God did cover Me against affliction's stings. He who life and being gave me, Even in my mother's womb, From the cradle to the tomb, He shall ever guard and save me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 3 Yea, so dear did He esteem me, That His Son He loved so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, How could e'er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 4 God His Spirit to instruct me In His holy Word hath given, That He safely may conduct me Through this weary world to heaven. He my heart's dark chamber filleth With the clear pure light of faith, Which destroys the power of death, Yea, e'en hell itself it stilleth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 5 All which for my soul is needful He doth carefully provide, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs beside. When my strength can not avail me, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour, In my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 6 All the hosts of earth and heaven Wheresoe'er I turn mine eye, For my benefit are given, That they may my need supply. All that's living, all that's growing, On the heights or in the woods, In the vales or in the floods, God is for my good bestowing. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 7 When I sleep, He still is near me, O'er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me, When the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God's protection, Had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen E'er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 8 Ah! how often doth the Devil Cause some great calamity! But my life from all such evil Till this moment has been free. For the angel whom God sendeth, Wardeth off each threatening hurt, Every evil doth avert That mine enemy intendeth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 9 As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled: So my many sins and errors Find a tender pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, Not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 10 All His strokes and scourges truly For the moment grievous prove, And yet, when I weigh them duly, Are but tokens of His love: Proofs that He is watching o'er me, And by crosses to His fold, From the world that fain would hold Soul and body, would restore me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 11 On this thought I dwell with pleasure; For it granteth joy and peace. Christ's cross hath its time and measure, And at last will wholly cease. When the winter disappeareth, Lovely summer comes again; Joy is giv'n for woe and pain Who His cross in patience beareth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 12 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father's love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust Thee, and obey Thee; And when this brief life is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Topics: Praise Languages: English

I will sing my Maker's praises

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #317 (1893) Meter: 8.7.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 I WILL sing my Maker's praises And in Him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of His tender love to me. Nothing else but love could move Him, With such sweet and tender care Evermore to raise and bear All who try to serve and love Him. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 2 As an eagle spreadeth over Her young brood her sheltering wings, So the arm of God did cover Me against affliction's stings. He who life and being gave me, Even in my mother's womb, From the cradle to the tomb He shall ever guard and save me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 3 Yea, so dear did He esteem me, That His Son He loved so well He hath given to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell. O Thou Spring of boundless blessing, How could e'er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 4 God His Spirit to instruct me In His holy Word hath given, That He safely may conduct me Through this weary world to heaven. He my heart's dark chamber filleth With the clear pure light of faith, Which destroys the power of death, Yea, e'en hell itself it stilleth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 5 All which for my soul is needful He doth carefully provide, Nor of that is He unheedful Which my body needs beside. When my strength can not avail me, When my powers can do no more, Doth my God His strength outpour, In my need He doth not fail me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 6 All the hosts of earth and heaven Wheresoe'er I turn mine eye, For my benefit are given, That they may my need supply. All that's living, all that's growing, On the heights or in the woods, In the vales or in the floods, God is for my good bestowing. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 7 When I sleep, He still is near me, O'er me rests His guardian eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me, When the morning streaks the sky. Were it not for God's protection, Had His countenance not been Here my guide, I had not seen E'er the end of my affliction. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 8 Ah! how often doth the Devil Cause some great calamity! But my life from all such evil Till this moment has been free. For the angel whom God sendeth, Wardeth off each threatening hurt, Every evil doth avert That mine enemy intendeth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 9 As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled: So my many sins and errors Find a tender pardoning God, Chastening frailty with His rod, Not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 10 All His strokes and scourges truly For the moment grievous prove, And yet, when I weigh them duly, Are but tokens of His love: Proofs that He is watching o'er me, And by crosses to His fold, From the world that fain would hold Soul and body, would restore me. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 11 On this thought I dwell with pleasure; For it granteth joy and peace. Christ's cross hath its time and measure, And at last will wholly cease. When the winter disappeareth, Lovely summer comes again; Joy is given for woe and pain Who His cross in patience beareth. All things else have but their day, God's great love abides for aye. 12 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father's love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my life-time, day and night, Love and trust Thee, and obey Thee; And when this brief life is o'er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Topics: Praise Languages: English

I will sing my Maker's praises

Author: Richard Massie; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnbook (Lutheran Conference of Missouri and Other States) #d133 (1889) Languages: English