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Many a gift did Christ impart

Author: Ernst Lange; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Many a gift did Christ impart, Noblest of them all is Love, Love, a balm within the heart That can all its pains remove; Love, a star most bright and pure; Love, a gem of priceless worth, Richer than man knows on earth; Love, like beauty, strong to lure; Love, like joy, makes man her thrall, Strong to please and conquer all. Love can give us all things; here Use and beauty cannot sever; Love can raise us to that sphere Whence the soul tends heavenwards ever; Though one speak with angel tongues Bravest words of strength and fire, If no love his heart inspire, They are but as fleeting songs; All his eloquence shall pass, As the noise of sounding brass. Science with her keen-eyed glance, All the wisdom of the world, Mysteries that the soul entrance, Faith that mighty hills had hurled From their ancient seats;--all this, Wherein man takes most his pride, Valueless is cast aside, If the spirit there we miss, That can work from love alone, Not from pride in what is known. Though I lavished all I have On the poor in charity; Though I shrank not from the grave, Or unmoved the stake could see; Though my body here were given To the all-consuming flame; If my mind were still the same, Meeter were I not for heaven, Till by Love my works were crowned, Till in Love my strength were found. Faith must conquer, Hope must bloom, As our onward path we wend, Else we came not through the gloom, But with earth they also end: Thou, O Love, doth stretch afar Through the wide eternity, And the soul arrayed in Thee Shines for ever as a star. Faith and hope must pass away, Thou, O Love, endurest aye. Come, thou Spirit of pure Love, Who dost forth from God proceed, Never from my heart remove, Let me all Thy impulse heed; All that seeks self-profit first, Rather than another's good, Whether foe or linked in blood, Let me hold such thought accurst; And my heart henceforward be Ruled, inspired, O Love, by thee!

Not in anger smite us, Lord

Author: Albinus; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.5.7.5.3.4.7.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Not in anger smite us, Lord, Spare Thy people, spare! If Thou mete us due reward We must all despair. Let the flood Of Jesus' blood Quench the flaming of Thy wrath, That our sin enkindled hath. Father! Thou hast patience long With the sick and weak; Heal us, make us brave and strong, Words of comfort speak. Touch my soul, And make me whole With Thy healing precious balm; Ward off all would bring me harm. Weary am I, Lord, and worn With my ceaseless pain; Sad the heart that night and morn Sighs for help in vain. Wilt Thou yet My soul forget, Waiting anxiously for Thee In the cave of misery? Hence, ye foes! God hears my prayer From His holy place; Once again with hope I dare Come before His face. Satan flee, Hell touch not me; God hath given me power o'er all, Who once mocked and sought my fall.

Awake, O man, and from thee shake

Author: Crasselius; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Awake, O man, and from thee shake This heavy sleep of sin! Soon shall the Highest vengeance take, Soon shall His wrath begin To smite the wretched sinner home; In awful terrors He shall come, To mete to all on earth their due reward, Only the righteous spares our angry Lord. Come then, ye sinners, great and small, Weeping and mourning sore, Low down before his footstool fall, And vow to sin no more. In faith and godliness array Your souls against that final day, So shall ye 'scape His wrath, and blessed die, Heirs of the kingdom with your Lord on high. Oh lay to heart this wondrous thought, Through what sore agony And death was your redemption bought, And to your Saviour flee Ere yet to late; the world disown, And fix your love on Christ alone, And do His will; for at the final doom, Those who dishonoured Him shall wrath consume. Turn Thou us, and we shall be turned, Thou broughtest back of old Thy straying people, when they yearned After their proper fold; Even so forgive what we have done, Accept us in Thy blessed Son, And let Thy Holy Spirit be our guide, That we may spread Thy praises far and wide!

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

Author: Anonymous; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals 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!

Out of the depths I cry to thee

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.9 Appears in 43 hymnals Lyrics: Out of the depths I cry to thee, Lord God! oh hear my prayer! Incline a gracious ear to me, And bid me not despair: If Thou rememberest each misdeed, If each should have its righteous meed, Lord, who shall stand before Thee? 'Tis through Thy love alone we gain The pardon of our sin; The strictest life is but in vain, Our works can nothing win, That none should boast himself of aught, But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought What in him seemeth righteous. Wherefore my hope is in the Lord, My works I count but dust, I build not there, but on His word, And in His goodness trust. Up to His care myself I yield, He is my tower, my rock, my shield, And for His help I tarry. And though it linger till the night, And round again till morn, My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, Nor count itself forlorn. Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, Ye of the Spirit born indeed, Wait for your God's appearing. Though great our sins and sore our wounds, And deep and dark our fall, His helping mercy hath no bounds, His love surpasseth all. Our trusty loving Shepherd He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow.

In the bonds of Death He lay

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.4 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: In the bonds of Death He lay, Who for our offense was slain, But the Lord is risen today, Christ hath brought us life again. Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud with a cheerful voice Hallelujah! Of the sons of men was none Who could break the bonds of Death, Sin this mischief dire had done, Innocent was none on earth; Wherefore Death grew strong and bold, Death would all men captive hold. Hallelujah! Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Came at last our foe to smite, All our sins away hath done, Done away Death's power and right, Only the form of Death is left, Of his sting he is bereft; Hallelujah. 'Twas a wondrous war, I trow, When Life and Death together fought; But life hath triumphed o'er his foe, Death is mocked and set at nought; Yea, 'tis as the Scripture saith, Christ through death has conquered Death. Hallelujah. Now our Paschal Lamb is He, And by Him alone we live, Who to death upon the tree, For our sake Himself did give. Faith His blood strikes on our door, Death dares never harm us more. Hallelujah. On this day most blest of days, Let us keep high festival, For our God hath showed His grace, And our Sun hath risen on us all, And our hearts rejoice to see Sin and night before Him flee. Hallelujah. To the supper of the Lord, Gladly we will come today, The word of peace is now restored, The old leaven is put away; Christ will be our food alone, Faith no life but His doth own. Hallelujah.

Come to Thy temple here on earth

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Come to Thy temple here on earth, Be Thou my spirit's guest, Who givest us of mortal birth A second birth more blest; Spirit beloved, Thou mighty Lord, Who with the Father and the Son Reignest upon an equal throne, Art equally adored! Oh enter, let me feel and know Thy mighty power within, That can alone our help bestow, And rescue us from sin. Oh cleanse my soul and make it white, That I with heart unstained and true, May daily render service due, And honour Thee aright. I was a wild unfruitful vine Which Thou shouldst prune and train; Death pierced through all this life of min, But Thou my foe hast slain. Thy holy baptism is his grave, He perishes beneath the flood Of His most precious death and blood, Who died our life to save. Thou art the Spirit who dost teach To pray aright, for all Our prayers are heard if Thou beseech, Thy songs have sweetest fall. They soar on tireless wings to heaven, They fail not from before God's throne, Till all His goodness we have known By whom all help is given. Thou art the Spirit of all joy, Sadness Thou lovest not; Thy comfort beaming from on high, Lights up the darkest lot. Ah yes, how many a time of old Thy voice hath rapt my soul away, To yon bright halls of endless day, And oped the gates of gold! Thou art the Spirit of all love, The Friend of all kindly life, Thou wouldst not that our hearts should prove The pangs of wrath and strife. Thou hatest hatred's withering reign, In souls that discord maketh dark Dost Thou rekindle love's bright spark, And make them one again. On Thee is all this world upstaid, And in Thy hands doth rest; And Thou canst wayward hearts persuade To turn as seems Thee best: Oh therefore give Thy love and peace, That they may join in strongest bands Long parted foes, and through our lands These sad divisions cease. Thou art the true, the only Source Whence concord comes to men; Oh that Thy power might have free course And bring us peace again! Oh hear, and stem this mighty flood That o'er us death and sorrow spreads; Alas! each day afresh it sheds Like water human blood. And let our nation learn to know What, and how deep, our sin; Nay, let God's judgments come, if so A fire be lit within The hearts that loved themselves to please; In bitter shame now let them burn, And loving Thee, repentant spurn Their selfish worldly ease. Grace for the contrite heart abounds, Joy to the sad is given; To serve God's truth will heal our wounds, And bring us help from heaven; Lord, for Thine honour's sake, make known Thy power, convert the wicked now, And teach the hard to weep, for Thou Canst soften steel and stone! Arise and make an end of all Our heartache, and our pain; Thy wandering flock at last recall And grant them joy again; To peace and wealth the land restore, Wasted with fire or plague or sword; Come to Thy ruined churches, Lord, And bid them bloom once more! The rulers of our land defend, Our sovereign's throne uphold; That he and we may prosper, send True wisdom to the old; With piety the young men bless, And through the nation shed abroad True virtue and the fear of God, A nation's happiness. Fill every heart with holy zeal To keep the faith unstained; Let house and land Thy blessing feel, Whence all true wealth is gained. Him who resists Thy inward powers, The Evil Spirit, make Thou flee; Whate'er delights Thy heart, would he Fain root from out of ours. Give strong and cheerful hearts to stand Undaunted in the wars That Satan's fierce and mighty band Is waging with Thy cause. Help us to fight as warriors brave, That we may conquer in the field, And not one Christian man may yield His soul to sin a slave. Order according to Thy mind Our life from day to day, And when this life must be resigned, And death has seized his prey, When all our days have fleeted by, Help us to die with fearless spirit, And let us after death inherit Eternal life on high.

Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8 D with alleluias Appears in 70 hymnals Lyrics: Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord, Be all Thy graces now outpoured On the believer's mind and soul, And touch our hearts with living coal. Thy Light this day shone forth so clear, All tongues and nations gathered near, To learn that faith, for which we bring Glad praise to Thee, and loudly sing, Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Thou Strong Defence, Thou Holy Light, Teach us to know our God aright, And call Him Father from the heart: The Word of life and truth impart, That we may love not doctrines strange, Nor e'er to other teachers range, But Jesus for our Master own And put our trust in Him alone. Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Thou Sacred Ardour, Comfort Sweet, Help us to wait with ready feet And willing heart at Thy command, Nor trial fright us from Thy band. Lord, make us ready with Thy powers, Strengthen the flesh in weaker hours, That as good warriors we may force Through life and death to Thee our course. Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

Most High and Holy Trinity!

Author: Angelus; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: Most High and Holy Trinity! Who of Thy mercy mild Hast formed me here in Time, to be Thy image and Thy child: Oh let me love Thee day and night With all my soul, with all my might; Oh come, Thyself my soul prepare, And make Thy dwelling ever there! Father! replenish with Thy grace This longing heart of mine, Make it Thy quiet dwelling-place, Thy sacred inmost shrine! Forgive that oft my spirit wears Her time and strenght in trivial cares, Enfold her in Thy changeless peace, So she from all but Thee may cease! Oh God the Son! Thy wisdom's light On my dark reason pour; Forgive that things of sense and sight Were all her joy of yore; Henceforth let every thought and deed On Thee be fixed, from Thee proceed, Draw me to Thee, for I would rise Above these earthly vanities! Oh Holy Ghost! Thou fire of love, Enkindle with Thy flame my will; Come with Thy strength, Lord, from above, Help me Thy bidding to fulfil: Forgive that I so oft have done What I as sinful ought to shun; Let me with pure and quenchless fire Thy favour and Thyself desire! Most High and Holy Trinity! Draw me away far hence, And fix upon eternity All powers of soul and sense! Make me at one within; at one With Thee on earth; when life is done Take me to dwell in light with Thee, Most High and Holy Trinity!

On wings of faith, ye thoughts, fly hence

Author: J. G. Hermann; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: On wings of faith, ye thoughts, fly hence, Roam o'er Eternity's vast field, Surpass the bounds of time and sense, And rise to Him, who hath revealed That He is Love: there pause, and awestruck view That ancient love with every morning new! Ere earth's foundations yet were laid, Or heaven's fair roof was spread abroad, Ere man a living soul was made, Love stirred within the heart of God; Love filled the long futurity with good, And grace to help at need beside her stood. 'Twas Love whose counsel gave to me True life in Christ Thy only son, Whom Thou hast made our Way to Thee, From whom all grace flows ever down; Whose sacrifice can make us pure and whole, And bless and hallow all our inmost soul. 'Twas Love, that long ere time began, That precious name of child bestowed; That opened Heaven on earth to man, And called us sinners sons of God; Whose gracious promptings move the Father's hand, That on the page of life our names may stand! Ah happy hours, whene'er upsprings My soul to yon Eternal Source, Whence the glad river downward sings, Watering with goodness all my course, So that each passing day anew I prove How tender and how true my Father's love! For what am I? At His command The million creatures of His power Start to life on sea and land; Oh why should God such blessings shower On me, who am a leaf that fadeth fast, A little shifting dust before the blast! I am not worthy, Lord, that Thou Shouldst such compassion on me show; That He who made the world should bow To cheer with love a wretch so low. O Father, I would utterly resign Myself to Thee; take me, and make me Thine. When strength and heart grow faint and sad, From battling long with heavy pain, Thy smile shines forth to make me glad, Thou crownest me with joy again; Then I behold Thy Spirit's wondrous power, Whose work is mightiest in our weakest hour. Forth from Thy rich and bounteous store Life's common blessings daily flow; More than we dare to ask, far more That we deserve, dost Thou bestow. My heart dissolves in tears of thankfulness, To see how true Thy care, how quick to bless. Nor here alone: hope pierces far Through all the shades of earth and time; Faith mounts beyond the farthest star, Yon shining heights she loves to climb, And gazing on eternity behold The promised land, our heritage of old. Can I with loveless heart receive Tokens of love that never cease? Can I be thankless still, and grieve Him who is all my joy and peace? Ah Friend of Man, were I to turn from Thee, Myself were sure my own worst enemy. Could I but honour Thee aright, Noble and sweet my song should be, That earth and heaven should learn Thy might, And what my God hath done for me. There is no music sweet as is Thy name, No joy so deep as pondering o'er Thy fame. O heart redeemed! thou think'st it long Till the appointed hour be come, When thou shalt join the angels' song To that Fair Love that brought thee home. Have patience, heart; time hurries fast away, Soon shalt thou reach the one Eternal Day.