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O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Gerhard Tersteegen Hymnal: LG1861 #59 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live, Who dost on us that sit in darkness shine, Our darkness ever with Thy Light dost strive, In vain Thou lur'st us with Thy beams divine; Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide, Gladly [will] I Thy searching glance abide. Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure Thy Light discovers there, do Thou destroy; The bitterst pain I willingly endure, Such pain is followed by eternal joy; Thou'lt cleanse me from my stains of darkest hue, And in Christ's image form my soul anew. I cannot stay the venomed power of sin, 'Tis Thy anointing only can avail; Oh make my spirit new and right within, Without Thee all my utmost efforts fail. Life to my cold dead soul I cannot give, Be Thou my life, so only shall I live. O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow All softly o'er my spirit's barren ground, The precious fulness of my God bestow, That where erst sin and shame alone were found, Faith, love, and holy reverence may upspring, In spirit and in truth to worship God our King. Oh let my thoughts, my actions and my will Obedient solely to Thy impulse move, My heart and senses keep Thou blameless still, Fixed and absorbed in God's unuttered love. Thy praying, teaching, striving, in my heart, Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart. O Fount, O Spirit, who dost take and show Things of the Son to us, who crystal clear From God's throne and the Lamb's doth ceaseless flow Into the quiet hearts that seek Thee here, I open wide my mouth, and thirsting sink Beside Thy stream, its living waves to drink. I give myself to Thee, to Thee alone, From all else sundered, Thou art ever near, The creature and myself I all disown, Trusting with inmost faith that God is here! O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we see None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee. Languages: English

Long in the spirit-world my soul had sought

Author: Albertini; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #78 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Long in the spirit-world my soul had sought Some friendly being, close to her akin; Long had prepared a dwelling in her thought And heart for such an one; for she could win Through Him alone her strength, for Him she yearned, Toward Him her fervent longing ever burned. And rich the world in things invisible, In heathen gods, and spirits great and small, And bright and dark; yet ever did she dwell Alone, for One was wanting 'mid them all; One having might and glory, rich in love, God, who as man could shame and weakness prove. Then came the Word, and took on Him our flesh, And dwelt with men, here in the world of sight, And made an end of strife, and linked afresh Our sinful earth unto the throne of light; Into His ancient glory He is gone, And yet He dwells with us till time be done. Thus, O my soul, hast thou received thy will; The glory of the world of ghosts is dim Before the One, who is and was, and still Shall ever be; all hearts are fixed on Him, And spirit worlds, since He is there, become Hallowed and safe to thee, thy proper home. Thou soarest now through all their heights sublime, And not as once dost empty back return, But gazing on Thy God, forgettest time Beneath His loving glance, whence thou wouldst learn How thou shouldst love, and know His Word aright: Ah, blest the love and faith that ask not sight! Languages: English

Am I a stranger here, on earth alone

Author: Raisner; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #24 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Am I a stranger here, on earth alone, When shall my weary days be past and gone? When shall I find some respite, some relief From this unsleeping pain, this haunting grief? The joyful sun another morning brings, I only wake to see care's piercing stings; The soft moon comes with silent night and sleep, And bringeth nought to me but time to weep. My heart and conscience sorely wounded lie, Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Most High! From morn to eventide where'er I flee, I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee! O Lord, be not so strict to mark my crimes! Great God, dost thou remember yet those times Of foolish thoughtlessness, when blind and young My heart to vain delights of earth still clung? Wilt Thou then always bear my sins in mind? What offering, what atonement can I find! Nought have I of mine own but sin and wrong, But love and mercy, Lord, to Thee belong! Oh therefore leave me not the wretched prey Of those who seek to take my life away! Yet though with streaming eyes to Thee I cry, No answering voice comes from Thy throne on high. Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe, While Thou dost fight against me as a foe; The zeal of Thy just anger and Thy might Have plunged my soul in blackest depths of night. I sit alone; with tears I bathe my cheeks, With bitter sighs and groans my spirit seeks, For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face, And hears not, as of old in happier days. O that I had a dove's swift wings! I'd fly Away to some far mountain lone and high, — Yet could I not escape His mighty hand Before whom all things bare and open stand. Nay, rather let me suffer all His will, Though His fierce anger beat upon me still, A willing heart and patient mind, O God! I bring to Thy sever but righteous rod. Much have I sinned, I perish utterly If my misdeeds be all avenged of Thee; Yet, Lord of Hosts, doth not thy Word proclaim, The Merciful is Thy most glorious name! Languages: English

Here, O my God, I cast me at Thy feet

Author: Anonymous; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #27 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Here, O my God, I cast me at Thy feet, Ready to suffer what Thou thinkest meet; Yet look on me, great God, with pitying eyes, Reward me not for mine iniquities! To oft, alas! my heart hath loved to stray Downward along Sin's broad and easy way; And worldly pride and carnal lusts most foul Were shameless cherished in my inmost soul. Thy Majesty have I offended, Lord, And set at nought Thy law, Thy holy Word; I had not learnt Thy righteous wrath to dread, Nor saw the vengeance gathering o'er my head. O wretched man, what evil have I wrought! Who may these heavy chains of sin unbind? Can man nor creature show me any place, Where I may flee and hide me from God's face! Nay, I must flee to God Himself, from whom Our life and help, our hope and safety come; What all the world must unaccomplished leave, Thou, for Thou art Almighty, canst achieve. Think on the covenant Thou hast never broken, Think on the steadfast oath Thyself hast spoken, Know that I am a God, Thy promise saith, Who hath no pleasure in a sinner's death. Then let the arms of love be round me thrown, Have pity on me, hear my bitter moan, Call back Thy sheep, that wandering far astray, Was lost in sin, nor knew its homeward way. Grant me to rule my inner life aright, And act and speak as ever in Thy sight, A friend to all true virtue, but a foe To all Thou hatest, sins and follies low. Thou Merciful! what thanks and praise shall be For Thy great goodness offered unto Thee, As is most meet, while here my days I spend, And yonder in the world that shall not end! Languages: English

How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road

Author: Gottfried Arnold, 1666-1714; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #73 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road By which Thou lead'st them on, yet oft how strange! But Thou in all dost seek our highest good, For Truth were true no longer, couldst Thou change. Though crooked seem the paths, yet are they straight, By which Thou draw'st Thy children up to Thee, And passing wonders by the way they see, And learn at last to own Thee wise and great. No human laws can bind Thy Spirit, Lord, That reason or opinion frame for us; The knot of doubt is severed by Thy sword, Or falls unravelled if Thou willest thus. The strongest bonds are weak to Thee, O God, All sinks and fails that would Thy course oppose; Thy lightest word can quell Thy stoutest foes, And desert paths are by Thy footsteps trod. What human prudence fondly strives to bind, Thy wisdom sunders far as east to west; Who long beneath the yoke of man have pined, Thy hand exalteth high above the rest. The world would scatter, Thou dost union give; She breaks, Thou buildest; what she builds is made A ruined heap; her light is nought but shade; Her dead Thy Spirit calls to rise and live. Is there an act our reason would applaud? Lo! in Thy book hast Thou the example given; But him whom none as wise and pious laud, Thou often lead'st in secret up to Heaven, As Thou didst leave the Pharisee, to go And eat with sinners whom all else forsook. Who can search out Thy purposes, or look Into the abyss of wisdom whence they flow? Our all, O God, is nothing in Thine eyes, Our nothing Thou regardest oft with love; Glory and pomp of words Thou dost not prize, Thy impulse only gives them power to move. Thy noblest works awaken not man's praise, For they are hidden, and he blindly turns Away, nor though he see, their light discerns, Too gross his sense, too keen their dazzling rays. O Ruler! We would bless Thee and adore, At whose command we live or turn to dust; When Thou dost give us of Thy wisdom's store, We see how true Thy care, and learn to trust. Thy wisdom plays with us as with a child, Who playing learns his Father loves him well; 'Tis love that brings Thee down with man to dwell, Love guides our faltering footsteps through the wild. Now seems to us o'er harsh and strict Thy school, Now dost Thou greet us mild and tenderly, Now when our wilder passions break Thy rule, Thy judgments fright us back again to Thee. With downcast eyes we seek Thy face again, Thou kissest us, we promise fair amends, Once more Thy Spirit rest and pardon sends, And curbs our passions with a stronger rein. Thou know'st, O Father, all our weakness well, Our impotence, our foolishness of mind; Almost a passing glance may serve to tell How weak are we, how ignorant, how blind, And so Thou comest with Thy help and stay, A father's rule, a mother's love are Thine; The lamb, on whom none else discern Thy sign, Thou carriest in Thy bosom day by day. The common ways are trodden not of Thee, Thy steps are seldom traced by mortal eyes, Yet art Thou near us, and unseen, dost see All hopes and wishes that within us rise. The bright reflection of Thy inner thought Is day by day before our eyes outspread; Who thinks he quickest hath Thy meaning read, Is oft another deeper lesson taught. O Eye, whose glance no falsehood can endure, Grant me to wisely judge, and well discern Nature from grace--Thy Light serene and pure From grosser fires that in and round me burn. Let no strange fire be kindled on the shrine Within my heart, lest I should madly bring The hated offering unto Thee, O King. Ah, blest the soul whose light is born of Thine! When reason contradicts Thy law, or climbs So high, she weeneth to know more than Thou, Break down her confidence, great God, betimes, And teach her lowly at Thy feet to bow. Nor let my proud heart dictate, Lord, to Thee, But tame the wayward will that seeks its own, And wake the love that clings to Thee alone, And takes Thy judgments in humility. Absorb my will in Thine; support and bear Onward in loving arms Thy timid child; Thy Spirit's voice dispels all doubt, all fear, And quells the passions erst so fierce and wild. Thou art mine All, since that Thy Son is mine; Oh let Thy Spirit work with power in me, With strong desire I thirst, I pant for Thee, Oh joy whene'er Thy glories round me shine! So shall the creature ever serve me here, Nor angels blush to bear me company; The perfect spirits to Thy throne most near, They are my brethren, waiting there for me; And oft my spirit joys to meet a heart, That loveth Thee and me and every saint. Is aught then left can make me sad and faint? Come, Fount of Joy! vain sorrows, all depart! Languages: English

Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done

Author: Heermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #33 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done, That such sharp sentence from Thy judge hath won? What are His crimes, and what the guilt, oh, tell Wherein He fell! They scourge Him, crown Him with a crown of thorn, They smite His face with bitter mock and scorn, They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His side, The Crucified! From head to foot was there no spot in me Unscarred by sin, from taint of evil free; My sins had weighed me down that I should dwell For aye in Hell. Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe? It was my sins that struck the fatal blow; Mine were the wrath and anguish, dearest Lord, On Thee outpoured. What strangest punishment! The Shepherd good For erring sheep here pours His own heart's blood, The servants' debts are on the Master laid, Who all hath paid. Oh wondrous love, love that no measure knows, That brought Thee, Christ, to drink this cup of woes! Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I, While Thou must die! O mighty King! mighty beyond all time! Fain would I sound Thy praise through every clime! A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought Long time hath sought. But human wisdom searches, Lord, in vain To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain. How shall my works, though toiling day and night, Thy love requite? Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please; I can renounce sweet sins and selfish ease, And quinch the unhallowed fires that back would lure To thoughts impure. But since my strength, alas, will ne'er prevail My strong desires upon the cross to nail, Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads To all good deeds. Then shall Thy mercy fill my every thought, I love Thee so, the world to me is nought; My sole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil Thy holy will. My all I risk to magnify Thy name, No cross shall daunt me, no reproach or shame; Man's fiercest threats I will not lay to heart, Nor Death's worst smart. In truth my sacrifice is nothing worth, Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cast it forth; Thou'lt put me not to shame but for love's sake My offering take. Lord Jesus, once on high amongst Thine own, Shall I stand crowned with light before Thy throne! Where sweetest hymns are ever ringing round, My voice shall sound. Languages: English

Christ Thou the champion of that war-worn host

Author: Löwenstern; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #45 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: Christ Thou the champion of that war-worn host Who bear Thy cross, haste, help, or we are lost; The schemes of those who long our blood have sought Bring Thou to nought. Do Thou Thyself for us Thy children fight, Withstand the devil, quell his rage and might, Whate'er assails Thy members left below Do Thou o'erthrow. And give us peace; peace in the church and school, Peace to the powers who o'er our country rule, Peace to the conscience, peace within the heart, Do Thou impart. So shall Thy goodness here be still adored, Thou guardian of Thy little flock, dear Lord, And heaven and earth through all eternity Shall worship Thee. Languages: English

Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high?

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Simon Dach Hymnal: LG1861 #55 (1861) Meter: 10.6.6.10.10.4 Lyrics: Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high? Then count the cost, and know That here on earth below Thou needs must suffer with thy Lord and die. We reach that gain to which all else is loss, But through the cross. Oh think what sorrows Christ himself has known! The scorn, and anguish sore, The bitter death He bore, Ere He ascended to His heavenly throne; And deemest thou, thou canst with right complain, Whate'er thy pain? Not e'en the sharpest sorrows we can feel, Nor keenest pangs, we dare With that great bliss compare When God His glory shall in us reveal, That shall endure when our brief woes are o'er For evermore! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Son of David! Raise

Author: Schmolck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #29 (1861) Meter: 10.8.6.10.10.10 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Son of David! Raise Triumphal arches to His praise, For Him prepare a throne Who comes at last to Zion--to His own! Strew palms around, make plain and straight the way For Him who His triumphal entry holds today! Hosanna! Welcome above all Thou art! Make ready each to lay his heart Low down before His feet! Come, let us hasten forth our Lord to meet, And bid him enter in Zion's gates, Where thousand-voiced welcome on His coming waits. Hosanna! Prince of Peace and Lord of Might! We hail Thee Conqueror in the fight! All Thou with toil hast won, Shall be our booty when the battle's done. Thy right hand ever hath the rule and sway, Thy kingdom standeth fast when all things else decay. Hosanna! best-beloved and noble Guest! Who makest us by thy behest Heirs of Thy realm with Thee. Oh let us therefore never weary be To stand and serve before Thy righteous throne, We know no king but Thee, rule Thou o'er us alone! Hosanna! Come, the time draws on apace, We long Thy mercy to embrace, This servant's form can ne'er Conceal the majesty Thy acts declare: Too well art Thou here in Thy Zion known, Who art the Son of God, and yet art David's Son. Hosanna! Lord, be Thou our help and friend, Thy aid to us in mercy send, That each may bring his soul An offering unto Thee, unstained and whole. Thou wilt have none for Thy disciples, Lord, But those who truly keep, not only hear Thy word. Hosanna! Let us in Thy footsteps tread, Not that sad Mount of Olives dread Where we must weep and watch, Until the far-off song of joy we catch From Heaven our Bethphage, where we shall sing Hosanna in the highest to our God and King! Hosanna! Let us sound it far and wide! Enter Thou in and here abide, Thou Blessed of the Lord! Why standest Thou without, why roam'st abroad! Hosanna! Make Thy home with us for ever! Thou comest, Lord! and nought us from Thy love shall sever. Hallelujah. Languages: English

I will not let Thee go; Thou Help in time of need!

Author: Wolfgang C. Deszler; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #25 (1861) Meter: 12.4.4.12.6.6.10.6 Lyrics: I will not let Thee go; Thou Help in time of need! Heap ill on ill I trust Thee still, E'en when it seems that thou wouldst slay indeed! Do as Thou wilt with me, I yet will cling to Thee, Hide Thou Thy face, yet, Help in time of need, I will not let Thee go! I will not let Thee go; should I forsake my bliss? No, Lord, Thou'rt mine, And I am Thine, Thee will I hold when all things else I miss. Though dark and sad the night, Joy cometh with Thy light, O Thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss? I will not let Thee go! I will not let Thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord! Not Death can tear Me from His care, Who for my sake His soul in death outpoured. Thou diedst for love to me, I say in love to Thee, E'en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord, I will not let Thee go! Languages: English