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Great God, how infinite art thou!
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 322 hymnals Topics: Eternity; God Decrees of; God Eternal; God Infinite; Praise To God the Father In His Majesty Used With Tune: WINDSOR
Great God, how infinite art thou!
To Mock Your Reign
Author: Fred Pratt Green Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 14 hymnals First Line: To mock your reign, O dearest Lord Lyrics: 1 To mock your reign, O dearest Lord,
they made a crown of thorns,
set you with taunts along that road
from which no one returns.
They could not know, as we do now,
how glorious is that crown,
that thorns would flow'r upon your brow,
your sorrows heal our own.
2 In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord,
they snatched a purple cloak,
your passion turned, for all they cared,
into a soldier's joke.
They could not know, as we do now,
that though we merit blame,
you will your robe of mercy throw
around our naked shame.
3 A sceptered reed, O patient Lord,
they thrust into your hand,
and acted out their grim charade
to its appointed end.
They could not know, as we do now,
though empires rise and fall,
your kingdom shall not cease to grow
till love embraces all.
Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross; Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: John 19:2 Used With Tune: WINDSOR / COLESHILL
To Mock Your Reign
Lord, as to Thy dear Cross we flee
Author: J. H. Gurney Appears in 243 hymnals Used With Tune: WINDSOR
Lord, as to Thy dear Cross we flee
Jesus, the very thought of thee
Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,028 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills the breast;
but sweeter far thy face to see,
and in thy presence rest.
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find,
a sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,
the Savior of mankind.
3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who fall, how kind thou art:
how good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah, this
nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is,
none but who love him know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
in thee be all our glory now,
and through eternity. Topics: The Christian Life Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Latin, 12th cent.; Latin 15th cent. (st. 5)
Jesus, the very thought of thee
The Bitter Waters
Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
But now, awake, I find,
That sin has poisoned every stream,
And left a curse behind.
3 But there’s a wonder-working wood,
I’ve heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,
And take the curse away.
4 The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and prized by few;
Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too.
5 The cross on which the Savior died,
And conquered for His saints;
This is the tree, by faith applied,
Which sweetens all complaints.
6 Thousands have found the blest effect,
Nor longer mourn their lot;
While on His sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot.
7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,
Tho’ many griefs they meet;
They draw again from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1
The Bitter Waters
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 19 hymnals First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1. Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.
2. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell
Among Thy praising saints,
Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3. Our fathers trusted in Thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4. Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5. But Thou art He who formed my flesh
By Thine almighty Word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6. Why will my Father hide His face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
7. Behold Thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8. From earth and hell My sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail My hands, they pierce My feet,
And try to vex My heart.
9. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The Son He loves so well?
10. My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to Thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought Me down
Low as the dust of death.
12. Father, I give My Spirit up,
And trust it in Thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at Thy command. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Thee, we adore, eternal Name!
Appears in 372 hymnals Used With Tune: WINDSOR
Thee, we adore, eternal Name!
Judgment and Retribution
Author: Charles Wesley Appears in 276 hymnals First Line: And must I be to judgment brought Used With Tune: [And must I be to judgment brought]
Judgment and Retribution
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 97 hymnals Topics: God Providence Scripture: John 6:32-35 Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Collection of Hymns of the United Brethren, 1832
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
My God, how wonderful Thou art
Author: Frederick W. Faber Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 344 hymnals Lyrics:
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord;
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!
How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power
And awful purity!
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears!
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
Amen.
Topics: Sundays after Trinity; Sundays after Trinity Faith Used With Tune: WINDSOR
My God, how wonderful Thou art
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