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While Thee I seek, protecting Power

Author: Helen M. Williams Hymnal: The Church and Home Hymnal #175 (1893) Languages: English Tune Title: [While Thee I seek, protecting Power]

No change of times shall ever shock my trust, O Lord, in thee

Author: Nahum Tate, 1652-1715 Hymnal: Sacred Poetry #XVIIIa (1795)

Behold the lofty sky

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #19 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Behold, the lofty sky Declares its maker God, And all the starry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same; While night to day and day to night Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry diff'rent land Their general voice is known; They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye christian lands, rejoice Here he reveals his word; We are not left to nature’s voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. 6 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit, His promises for ever sure And his rewards are great. 7 Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight: Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd So much allures the sight. 8 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King In my Redeemer’s name. Part II. 9 Behold the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 10 But where the Gospel comes, It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 11 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just, For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 12 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions giv’n! Oh may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven! 13 I heard thy word with love, And I would fain obey: Send thy good spirit from above To guide me lest I stray. 14 Oh who can ever find The errors of his ways? Yet with a bold presumptuous mind I would not dare transgress. 15 Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults, And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 16 While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad; Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

No Change of Times shall ever shock

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 No Change of Times shall ever shock 2 My firm Affection, Lord, to Thee For Thou hast always been my Rock, A Fortress and Defence to me. Thou my Deliv'rer art, my God; My Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r; Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad, At home my Safeguard and my Tow'r. 3 To Thee I will address my Pray'r, (To whom all Praise we justly owe;) So shall I, by thy watchful Care, Be guarded from my treach'rous Foe. 4, 5 By Floods of wickedd Men distress'd, With deadly Sorrows compass'd round, With dire infernal Pangs oppress'd, In Death's unweildy Fetters bound. 6 To Heaven I made my mournful Pray'r, To God address'd my humble Moan; Who graciously inclin'd his Ear, And heard me from his lofty Throne. Part II 7 When God arose, to take my Part, The conscious Earth did quake for Fear; From their firm Posts the Hills did start, Nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 8 Thick Clouds of Smoke dispers'd abroad, Ensigns of Wrath, before Him came; Devouring Fire around hi glow'd, That Coals were kindled at its Flame. 9 He left the beauteous Realms of Light, Whilst Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head: Beneath his Feet substantial Night Was, like a sable Carpet, spread. 10 The Chariot of the King of Kings, Which active Troops of Angels drew, On a strong Tempest's rapid Wings, With most amazing Swiftness, flew. 11, 12 Black watry mists and Clouds conspir'd With thickest Shades, his Face to veil; But at His Brightness soon retir'd, And fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 13 Thro' Heav'n's wide Arch a thund'ring Peal, God's angry Voice, did loudly roar; While Earth's sad Face with Heaps of Hail, And Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o'er. 14 His sharpen'd Arrows round He threw, Which made his scatter'd Foes retreat; Like Darts his nimble Light'nings flew, And quickly finish'd their Defeat. 15 The Deep it's secret Stores disclos'd, The World's Foundations naked lay; By his avenging Wrath expos'd, Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful Day. Part III 16 The Lord did on my Side engage; From Heav'n, his Throne, my Cause upheld; And snatch'd me from the furious Rage Of threat'ning Waves, that proudly swell'd. 17 God His resistless Pow'r employ'd My strongest Foes Attempts to break; Who else with Ease had soon destroy'd The weak Defence that I could make. 18 Their subtle Rage had near prevail'd, When I distress'd and friendless lay; But still when other Succours fail'd, God was my firm Support and Stay. 19 From Dangers that enclos'd me round, He brought me forth, and set me free; From some just cause his Goodness found, That mov'd Him to delight in me. 20 Because in me no Guilt remains, God does His gracious Help extend: My Hands are free from bloody Stains; Therefore the Lord is still my Friend. 21, 22 For I his Judgments kept in Sight, In his just Paths have always trod; I never did his Statutes slight, Nor loosely wander'd from my God. Part IV 25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous Ways To various Paths of human Kind; They who for Mercy merit Praise, With Thee shall wond'rous Mercy find. Thou to the Just shalt Justice show; The Pure thy Purity shall see; Such as perversly choose to go, Shall meet with due Returns from Thee. 27, 28 That He the humble Soul will save, And crush the Haughty's boasted Might, In me the Lord an Instance gave, Whose Darkness He has turn'd to Light. 29 On his firm Succour I rely'd, And did o'er num'rous Foes prevail; Nor fear'd, whilst He was on my Side, The best defended Walls to scale. 30 For God's Designs shall still succeed; His Word will bear the utmost Test: He's a strong Shield to all that need, And on his sure Protection rest. 31 Who then deserves to be ador'd, But God, on whom my Hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless Pow'r defend? Part V. 32, 33 'Tis God that girds my Armour on, And all my just Designs fulfils; Through Him, my Feet can swiftly run, And nimbly climb the steepest Hills. 34 Lessons of War from Him I take, And manly Weapons learn to wield; Strong Bows of Steel with Ease I break, Forc'd by my stronger Arms to yield. 35 The Buckler of His saving Health Protects me from insulting Foes: His Hand sustains me still; my Wealth And Greatness from His Bounty flows. 36 My Goings He enlarg'd abroad, Till then to narrow Paths confin'd; And, when in slipp'ry Ways I trod, The Method of my Steps design'd. 37 Through Him I num'rous Hosts defeat, And flying Squadrons captive take; Nor from my fierce Pursuit retreat, Till I a final Conquest make. 38 Cover'd with Wounds, in vain they try Their vanquish'd Heads again to rear: Spite of their boasted Strength, they lie Beneath my Feet, and grovel there. 39 God, when fresh Armies take the Field, Recruits my Strength, my Courage warms: He makes my strong Opposers yield, Subdu'd by my prevailing Arms. 40 Thro' Him, the Necks of prostrate Foes My conqu'ring Feet in Triumph press: Aided by Him, I root out those, Who hate and envy my Success. 41 With loud Complaints all Friends they try'd; But none was able to defend: At length to God for Help they cry'd; But God would no Assistance lend. 42 Like flying Dust, which Winds pursue, Their broken Troops I scatter'd round: Their slaughter'd Bodies forth I threw, Like loathsome Dirt, that clogs the Ground. Part VI 43 Our factious Tribes, at Strife till now, By God's Appointment, me obey; The Heathen to my Sceptre bow, And foreign Nations own my Sway. 44 Remotest Realms their Homage send, When my successful name they hear; Strangers for my Commands attend, Charm'd with Respect, or aw'd by Fear. 45 All to my Summons tamely yield, Or soon in Battle are dismay'd; For stronger Holds they quit the Field, And still in strongest Holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd, The Rock on whose Defence I rest! O'er highest Heav'ns his Name be rais'd, Who me with His Salvation bless'd! 47 'Tis God that still supports my Right; His just Revenge my Foes pursues; 'Tis He, that, with resistless Might, Fierce Nations to my Yoke subdues. 48 My universal Safeguard He! From whom my lasting Honours flow; He made me great, and set me free From my remorseless bloody Foe. 49 Therefore, to celebrate his Fame, My grateful Voice to Heav'n I'll raise; And Nations, Strangers to his Name, Shall thus be taught to sing his Praise: 50 "God to his King Deliv'rance sends, "Shews his Anointed signal Grace: "His Mercy evermore extends "To David, and his promis'd Race." Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English

To Thee, to Thee, Away from Self

Author: Luise Hensel Hymnal: The Friends' Hymnal, a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Public Worship of the Society #a108 (1908) Languages: English Tune Title: ASHVILLE

To Thee, to Thee, Away from Self

Author: Luise Hensel Hymnal: Gloria Deo #108 (1901) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 To Thee, to Thee, away from self, My soul would ever flee; Thine only, I’d be all Thine own, Then draw me nearer Thee, The world is empty, and no more Will I its wealth desire; To Thee alone eternally My heart shall e’er aspire. 2 Thou, only Thou, none else for me, There’s rest in Thee alone; What is the world without Thee whom I’ve chosen for mine own? Then die, self-will, die day by day, Let weary struggles cease, And let the will renewed by Thee, In strength, O Lord, increase! Topics: God Guidance of Languages: English Tune Title: ASHVILLE

Not for the dead in Christ we weep

Hymnal: Hymnal #261 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Not for the dead in Christ we weep; Their sorrows now are o'er' The sea is clam, the tempest past, On that eternal shore. 2 Their peace is seal'd, their rest is sure, Within that better home; A while we weep and linger here, Then follow to the tomb. 3 And though no vision'd dream of bliss Nor trance of rapture show Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest from human woe; 4 Jesus! our shadowy path illume, And teach the chasten'd mind To welcome all that's left of good, To all that's lost resign'd. Topics: Offices of the Church Burial of the Dead Languages: English