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O Watchman, will the night of sin

Author: Richter; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #1 (1861) Meter: 8.4.10.10.4.10 Lyrics: O Watchman, will the night of sin Be never past? O watchman, doth the tarrying day begin To dawn upon thy straining sight at last? Will it dispel Ere long the mists of sin wherein I dwell? Now all the earth is bright and glad With the fresh morn; But all my heart is cold and dark and sad; Sun of the soul, let me behold Thy dawn! Come, Jesus, Lord! Oh quickly come, according to Thy word! Do we not live in those blest days So long foretold, When Thou shouldst come to bring us light and grace? And yet I sit in darkness as of old, Pining to see Thy glory; but Thou still art far from me. Long since Thou camest for the light Of all men here; And still in me is nought but blackest night, Yet I am thine, Oh hasten to appear, Shine forth and bless My soul with vision of Thy righteousness! If thus in darkness ever left, Can I fulfil The works of light, while yet of light bereft? Or how discern in love and meekness still To follow Thee, And all the sinful works of darkness flee? The light of reason cannot give Light to my soul; Jesus alone can make me truly live, One glance of His can make my spirit whole, Arise and shine, O Jesus, on this longing heart of mine! Single and clear, not weak or blind, The eye must be, To which Thy glory shall and entrance find; For if Thy chosen ones would gaze on Thee, No earthly screen Between their souls and Thee must intervene. Jesus, do Thou mine eyes unseal, And let them grow Quick to discern whate'er thou dost reveal, So shall I be deliver'd from that woe, Blindly to stray Through hopeless night, while all around is day. Languages: English

Awake, thou careless world, awake!

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Rist Hymnal: LG1861 #2 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.9.8.8.9 Lyrics: Awake, thou careless world, awake! The final day shall surely come; What Heaven hath fixed Time cannot shake, It cannot sweep away thy doom. Know, what the Lord Himself hath spoken Shall come at last and not delay; Though heaven and earth shall pass away, His steadfast word can ne'er be broken. Awake! He comes to judgment, wake! Sinners, behold His countanance In beauty terrible, and quake Condemned beneath His piercing glance. Lo! He to whom all power is given, Who sits at God's right hand on high, In fire and thunder draweth nigh, To judge all nations under heaven. Awake, thou careless world, awake! Who knows how soon our God shall please That suddenly that day should break? We fathom not such depths as these. Oh guard thee well from lust and greed; For as the bird is in the snare, Or ever of its foe aware, So comes that day with silent speed. The Lord in love delayeth long The final day, and grants us space To turn away from sin and wrong, And mourning seek His help and grace. He holdeth back that best of days, Until the righteous shall approve Their faith and hope, their constant love; So gentle us-ward are His ways! But ye, O faithful souls, shall see That morning rise in love and joy; Your Saviour comes to set you free, Your Judge shall all your bonds destroy: He, the true Joshua, then shall bring His people with a mighty hand Into their promised father-land, Where songs of victory they shall sing. Rejoice! The fig-tree shows her green, The sprining year is in its prime, The little flowers afresh are seen, We gather strength in this great time; The glorious summer draweth near, When all this body's earthly load, In light that morning sheds abroad, Shall wax as sunshine pure and clear. Arise, and let us day and night Pray in the Spirit ceaselessly, That we may heed our Lord aright, And ever in His presence be; Arise, and let us haste to meet The Bridegroom standing at the door, That with the angels evermore We too may worship at His feet. Languages: English

How shall I meet Thee? How my heart

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #3 (1861) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: How shall I meet Thee? How my heart Receive her Lord aright? Desire of all the earth Thou art! My hope, my sole delight! Kindle the Lamp, Thou Lord, alone, Half-dying in my breast, And make thy gracious pleasure known How I may greet Thee best. Her budding boughs and fairest palms Thy Zion strews around; And songs of praise and sweetest psalms From my glad heart shall sound. My desert soul breaks forth in flowers, Rejoicing in Thy fame; And puts forth all her sleeping powers, To honour Jesus' name. In heavy bonds I languished long, Thou com'st to set me free; The scorn of every mocking tongue — Thou com'st to honour me. A heavenly crown wilt Thou bestow, And gifts of priceless worth, That vanish not as here below, The fading wealth of earth. Nought, nought, dear Lord, had power to move Thee from Thy rightful place, Save that most strange and blessed Love Wherewith Thou dost embrace This weary world and all her woe, Her load of grief and ill And sorrow, more than man can know; — Thy love is deeper still. Oh write this promise in your hearts, Ye sorrowful, on whom Fall thickening cares, while joy departs And darker grows your gloom. Despair not, for your help is near, He standeth at the door Who best can comfort you and cheer, He comes, nor stayeth more. Nor vex your souls with care, nor grieve And labour longer thus, As though your arm could ought achieve, And bring Him down to us. He comes, He comes with ready will, By pity moved alone, To soothe our every grief and ill, For all to Him is known. Nor ye, O sinners, shrink aside, Afraid to see His face, Your darkest sins our Lord will hide Beneath His pitying grace. He comes, He comes to save from sin, And all its pangs assuage, And for the sons of God to win Their proper heritage. Why heed ye then the craft and noise, The fury of His foes? Lo, in a breath the Lord destroys All who His rule oppose. He comes, He comes, as King to reign! All earthly powers may band Against Him, yet they strive in vain, His might may none withstand. He comes to judge the earth, and ye Who mocked Him, feel His wrath; But they who loved and sought Him see His light o'er all their path. O Sun of Righteousness! arise, And guide us on our way To yon fair mansion in the skies Of joyous cloudless day. Languages: English

Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Weiszel Hymnal: LG1861 #4 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.6.8 Lyrics: Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates, Behold the King of glory waits, The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here; Life and salvation doth He bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing Praise, O my God, to Thee! Creator, wise is Thy decree! The Lord is just, a helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side, His kingly crown is holiness, His sceptre, pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings Praise, O my God, to Thee! O Saviour, great Thy deeds shall be! Oh, blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the ruler is confessed! Oh, happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss; Praise, O my God, to Thee! Comforter, for Thy comfort free! Fling wide the portals of your heart, Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for Heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy; So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin. Praise, O my God, be Thine, For word, and deed, and grace divine. Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee, here, Lord, abide! Let me Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal, Thy Holy Spirit guide us on Until our glorious goal is won! Eternal praise and fame, Be offered, Saviour, to Thy Name! Languages: English

From Heaven above to earth I come

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Luther Hymnal: LG1861 #5 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: From Heaven above to earth I come To bear good news to every home; Glad tidings of great joy I bring Whereof I now will say and sing: To you this night is born a child Of Mary, chosen mother mild; This little child, of lowly birth, Shall be the joy of all your earth. 'Tis Christ our God who far on high Hath heard your sad and bitter cry; Himself will your Salvation be, Himself from sin will make you free. He brings those blessings, long ago Prepared by God for all below; Henceforth His kingdom open stands To you, as to the angel bands. These are the tokens ye shall mark, The swaddling clothes and manger dark; There shall ye find the young child laid, By whom the heavens and earth were made. Now let us all with gladsome cheer Follow the shepherds, and draw near To see this wondrous gift of God Who hath His only Son bestowed. Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes! Who is it in yon manger lies? Who is this child so young and fair? The blessed Christ-child lieth there. Welcome to earth, Thou noble guest, Through whom e'en wicked men are blest! Thou com'st to share our misery, What can we render, Lord, to Thee! Ah, Lord, who hast created all, How hast Thou made Thee weak and small, That Thou must choose Thy infant bed Where ass and ox but lately fed! Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. For velvets soft and silken stuff Thou hast but hay and straw so rough, Whereon Thou King, so rich and great, As 'twere Thy heaven, art throned in state. Thus hath it pleased Thee to make plain The truth to us poor fools and vain, That this world's honour, wealth and might Are nought and worthless in Thy sight. Ah! dearest Jesus, Holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. My heart for very joy doth leap, My lips no more can silence keep; I too must sing with joyful tongue That sweetest ancient cradle-song- Glory to God in highest Heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given! While angels sing with pious mirth A glad New Year to all the earth. Languages: English

O Thou essential Word

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Laurenti Hymnal: LG1861 #6 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: O Thou essential Word, Who from eternity Didst dwell with God, for thou wast God, Who art ordained to be The Saviour of our race; Welcome indeed Thou art, Blessed Redeemer, Fount of Grace, To this my longing heart! Come, self-existant Word, And speak within my heart, That from the soul where Thou art heard Thy peace may ne'er depart. Thou Light that lightenest all, Abide through faith in me, And let me never from Thee fall, And seek no guide but Thee. Why didst Thou leave Thy throne, O Jesus, what could bring Thee to a world where e'en Thine own Knew not their rightful King? Thy love beyond all thought Stronger than Death or Hell, And my deep woe, this wonder wrought, That Thou on earth dost dwell. Then help me, Lord, to give My whole heart unto Thee, That all my life while here I live One song of praise may be. Yes, Jesus, form anew This stony heart of mine, And let it e'en in death be true To Thee, for ever Thine. Let nought be left within But cometh of Thy hand; Root quickly out the weeds of sin, My cunning foe withstand. From Thee comes nothing ill, 'Tis he doth sow the tares; Make plain my path before me still, And save me from his snares. Thou art the Life, O Lord! Sole Light of Life Thou art! Let not Thy glorious rays be poured In vain on my dark heart. Star of the East, arise! Drive all my clouds away, Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies Into the perfect day! Languages: English

Fear not, O little flock, the foe

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Altenburg Hymnal: LG1861 #7 (1861) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: Fear not, O little flock, the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow, Dread not his rage and power: What though your courage sometimes faints, His seeming triumph o'er God's saints Lasts but one little hour. Be of good cheer; your cause belongs To Him who can avenge your wrongs, Leave it to Him our Lord. Though hidden yet from all our eyes, He sees the Gideon who shall rise To save us, and His word. As true as God's own word is true, Nor earth nor hell with all their crew Against us shall prevail. A jest and by-word are they grown; God is with us, we are His own, Our victory cannot fail. Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer! Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare; Fight for us once again! So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to Thy praise, World without end. Amen. Languages: English

If Thou, True Life, wilt in me live

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Sinold Hymnal: LG1861 #8 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.9.9.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: If Thou, True Life, wilt in me live, Consume whate'er is not of Thee; One look of Thine more joy can give Than all the world can offer me. O Jesus, be Thou mine for ever, Nought from thy love my heart can sever, As Thou hast promised in Thy Word; Oh deep the joy whereof I drink, Whene'er my soul in Thee can sink, And own her Bridegroom and her Lord! O Heart, that glowed with love and died, Kindle my soul with fire divine; Lord, in the heart Thou'st won, abide, And all in it that is not Thine Oh let me conquer and destroy, Strong in Thy love, Thou Fount of Joy, Nay, be Thou conqueror, Lord, in me; So shall I triumph o'er despair, O'er death itself Thy victory share, Thus suffer, live, and die in Thee. And let the fire within me move My heart to serve Thy members here; Let me their need and trials prove, That I may know my love sincere And like to Thine, Lord, pure and warm; For when my soul hath won that form Is likest to Thy holy mind, Then I shall love both friends and foes, And learn to grieve o'er others' woes, Like Thee, my Pattern, true and kind. The light and strength of Faith, oh grant, That I may bring forth holy fruit, A living branch, a blooming plant, Fast clinging to my vine--my root: Thou art my Saviour, whom I trust, My Rock,--I build not on the dust, — The ground of faith, eternal, sure. When hours of doubt o'ercloud my mind, Thy ready help then let me find, Thy strength my sickening spirit cure! And grant that Hope may never fail, But anchored safely on Thy cross, Through Thee who art mine All, prevail O'er every anguish, dread, and loss. The world may build on what decays, O Christ, my Sun of Hope, my gaze Cares not o'er lesser lights to range; To Thee in love I ever cleave, For well I know Thou ne'er wilt leave My soul,--Thy love can never change. Wouldst Thou that I should tarry here, I live because Thou willest it; Or Death should suddenly appear, I shall not fear him, Lord, one whit, If but Thy life still in me live, If but Thy death my strength shall give, When earthly life draws near its end; To Thee I give away my will, In life and death remembering still Thou wilt my good, O truest Friend. Languages: English

Dear Soul, couldst thou become a child

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Gerhardt Tersteegen Hymnal: LG1861 #9 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Dear Soul, couldst thou become a child While yet on earth, meek, undefiled, Then God Himself were ever near, And Paradise around thee here. A child cares nought for gold or treasure, Nor fame nor glory yield him pleasure; In perfect trust, he asketh not If rich or poor shall be his lot. Little he recks of dignity, Nor prince nor monarch feareth he; Strange that a child so weak and small Is oft the boldest of us all! He hath not skill to utter lies, His very soul is in his eyes; Single his aim in all, and true, And apt to praise what others do. No questions dark his spirit vex, No faithless doubts his soul perplex, Simply from day to day he lives, Content with that the present gives. Scarce can he stand alone, far less Would roam abroad in loneliness; Fast clinging to his mother still, She bears and leads him at her will. He will not stay to pause and choose, His father's guidance e'er refuse, Thinks not of danger, fears no harm, Wrapt in obedience' holy calm. For strange concerns he careth nought; What others do, although were wrought Before his eyes the worst offence, Stains not his tranquil innocence. His dearest work, his best delight, Is, lying in his mother's sight, To gaze for ever on her face, And nestle in her fond embrace. O childhood's innocence! the voice Of thy deep wisdom is my choice! Who hath thy lore is truly wise, And precious in our Father's eyes. Spirit of childhood! loved of God, By Jesu's Spirit now bestowed! How often have I longed for thee; O Jesus, form Thyself in me! And help me to become a child While yet on earth, meek, undefiled, That I may find God always near, And Paradise around me here. Languages: English

Thee, O Immanuel, we praise

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #10 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Thee, O Immanuel, we praise, The Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace, The Morning Star, the Heavenly Flower, The Virgin's Son, the Lord of Power. With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing, Praise, honour, thanks to Thee we bring, That Thou, O long-expected guest, Hast come at last to make us blest! Since first the world began to be, How many a heart hath longed for Thee; Long years our fathers hoped of old Their eyes might yet Thy Light behold: The prophets cried; "Ah, would He came To break the fetters of our shame; That help from Zion came to men, Israel were glad, and prospered then!" Now art Thou here; we know Thee now, In lowly manger liest Thou; A child, yet makest all things great, Poor, yet is earth Thy robe of state. From Thee alone all gladness flows, Who yet shalt bear such bitter woes; Earth's light and comfort Thou shalt be, Yet none shall watch to comfort Thee. All heavens are Thine, yet Thou didst come To sojourn in a stranger's home; Thou hangest on Thy mother's breast Who art the joy of spirits blest. Now fearless I can look on Thee, From sin and grief Thou sett'st me free; Thou bearest wrath, Thou conquerest Death, Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath. Thou art my Head, my Lord Divine, I am Thy member, wholly Thine, And in Thy Spirit's strength would still Serve Thee according to Thy will. Thus will I sing Thy praises here With joyful spirit year by year; And they shall sound before Thy throne, Where time nor number more are known. Languages: English