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Watchman! tell us of the night

Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 869 hymnals Used With Tune: MASONS

Thank we now the Lord of heaven

Author: Henry W. Hawkes, 1843-1917 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Thank we now the Lord of heav'n Refrain First Line: Topics: Christmas Used With Tune: DIVINUM MYSTERIUM

Anchored

Author: Clara McAlister Brooks Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Long my restless soul had sought Lyrics: 1 Long my restless soul had sought Refuge from the troubled sea; Struggling vainly till I thought There was no repose for me; Jesus whispered ’mid the storm, “Trust Mine everlasting arm.” 2 As my spirit, terror-filled, Breasted storm and tide alone, Jesus came—the tempest stilled, Hushed its loud and angry moan; Standing on the restless wave, Reached His hand my soul to save. 3 Jesus, Master of the sea, Never let my vessel strand; Keep me sheltered in the lee, In the hollow of Thy hand, Free from storm and tempest shock, Anchored deeply in the rock. 4 Safely by the rock-bound coast, And the treach’rous breakers past, Guide me, lest my way be lost, Into heaven’s port at last; Stormy seas no more I’ll sail— Safe at last within the veil. Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths) Used With Tune: [Long my restless soul had sought]

Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 483 hymnals First Line: Christ whose glory fills the skies Topics: God; The Son; His Praise Scripture: Malachi 4:2

O Lamb of God, Most Holy

Author: Nikolaus Decius, 1490-1541; Olof Olsson, 1841-1900 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: Forgiveness in Confession; Heritage Hymns; Jesus Christ Presence; Peace Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-6 Used With Tune: O LAMM GOTTES

Song of Thanksgiving after Great Sorrow and Affliction

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: After clouds we see the sun Lyrics: After clouds we see the sun, Joy we feel when grief is gone, After bitter pain and sore Cometh consolation’s hour. Then my soul that sank before, Even down to hell’s dark door, To the heav’nly choir doth soar. He ’fore whom the world shall flee, In my spirit comforts me, With His high and mighty hand, Tears me from the hellish band. With the love to me He shows, Swells my heart and overflows, And my blood with rapture glows. Did I e’er ’neath sorrow bend? Did my heart grief ever rend? Have I e’er been vexèd sore? Satan e’er fool’d me before? Aye—but henceforth am I free, Faithfully thou shieldest me, My salvation comes from Thee! What thou mean’st, my bitter foe! By thy deeds tow’rds me I know; Truly thou with all thy pow’r Seek’st me ever to devour. Had I too much trusted thee, Then had’st thou, ere I could see, In thy snares entangled me. All the guile I know full well That in thy bad heart doth dwell; Thou my God malign’st to me, Turn’st His praise to obloquy; Speaketh out His loving heart, Keeps He silence on His part, All He doth dost thou pervert. If I hope and look for good, If I’m in a joyous mood, From my mind thou driv’st away Every good thought—and dost say: “God doth far from thee abide, Riseth high misfortune’s tide Round thee now on every side.” Hence depart! thou lying mouth, Here is God’s own ground in truth, For the face of God is here, And the beauteous light and clear Of His favour, here doth rise, All His word and counsel wise, Op’d are now before mine eyes. God lets none in sadness stay, He with shame drives none away, Who themselves up to Him give, With the whole heart to Him cleave, Who their cares on Him aye cast, And hope in Him—joy at last, For the soul and body taste. Though it comes not as we will, Just to-day—yet be thou still, For perchance to-morrow may Be the bright and joyous day. God’s time comes with measur’d step, When it comes His word He’ll keep And joy’s harvest we shall reap. Ah! how often did I think, As my feet began to sink ’Neath the heavy load of care, In the mire of blank despair, Now there is no hope for me, Rest for me there cannot be Till I enter death’s dark sea. But my God put forth His pow’r To avert and to restore, That I ne’er enough can tell What His arm hath done so well; When no path I could descry, When no help to guide was nigh, Help God sent me from on high. When I timid and perplex’d Often have my spirit vex’d, Sleepless toss’d thro’ all the night, Sick at heart when dawn’d the light, When heart fail’d me utterly, Hast Thou then appear’d to me, Turning my captivity. Now as long as here I roam, Have on earth a house and home, ’Fore mine eyes continually Shall this thing of wonder be. All my life long shall I bring Offerings of thanks, and sing Songs of praise to God my King. Every grief and every smart, By th’eternal Father’s heart Ever yet appointed me, Or that may hereafter be Chosen for me, all my days From His gracious hand always, I’ll receive with joy and praise. I will tread woe’s bitter path, I will onward go to death, I into the grave will go, Still my heart with joy shall glow. Whom the Highest will raise high, Whom th’ Almighty standeth nigh, Ne’er can perish utterly. Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867

Twofold, Father! is my pray’r

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Twofold, Father! is my pray'r Lyrics: Twofold, Father! is my pray’r, Twofold the desire I there Lay before Thee, who dost give What’s good for us to receive; Grant the pray’r that Thou dost know, Ere my soul to Thee must go From the body’s bands below. Grant that far from me may be Lying and idolatry; Poverty immoderate Give me not, nor riches great; Too great wealth or poverty Is not good, for either may ’Neath the devil’s pow’r us lay. Give to me, my Saviour! give Modest portion while I live; Evermore supply my need, Giving me my daily bread; Little, with contented mood, And a conscience pure and good, Is the best can be bestow’d. If my cup should overflow, Proud in spirit I might grow, Thee deny with scornful word, Asking who is God and Lord? For the heart with pride doth swell, Often knows not when ’tis well, How itself enough t’ extol. Should I bare and naked be, Sunk in too deep poverty, Faithless, I might wickedly Steal my neighbour’s property; Force might use and artifice, Follow lawless practices, Never ask what Christian is. God! my Treasure and my Light, Neither course for me were right, Either would dishonour Thee, Sink me into hell’s dark sea; Therefore, give, Lord! graciously, What Thy heart designs for me, Moderate my portion be!

In Natali Domini

Author: Anonymous Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 In natali Domini, Casti gaudent angeli; Læta cantant agmina, Jam Deo sit gloria. Deus homo factus est, Deus jam placatus est, Nobis peccatoribus. 2 Angeli vigilibus, Nunciant pastoribus, Magnâ cum lætitiâ, Creaturæ Dominum. Deus homo factus est, Deus jam placatus est, Nobis peccatoribus. 3 Involutum fasciis, Et parvis linteolis, Jussi quærunt puerum Creaturæ Dominum. Deus homo factus est, Deus jam placatus est, Nobis peccatoribus. 4 In obscuro stabulo, Et duro præsepio, Invenerunt positum Creatorem siderum. Deus homo factus est, Deus jam placatus est, Nobis peccatoribus. 5 Hane immensam gratiam Et miram clementiam Mens agnoscat pavida Fidens et morigera. Deus homo factus est, Deus jam placatus est, Nobis peccatoribus. Used With Tune: IN NATALI DOMINI Text Sources: 14th Century

Guds rena Lam, oskyldig

Author: Nicolaus Decius Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Guds rena Lamm oskyldig, På korset för oss slaktad, All tid befunnen tålig, Ehur' du var föraktad! Vår synd du hajver dragit Och dödens makt ned slagit. Gif oss din frid, o Jesu! Topics: Jesu Lidande; Suffering of Jesus Used With Tune: O LAMM GOTTES UNSCHULDIG

Now The World New Pleasures Finds

Author: Adam of St. Victor, 12th century; Herbert Kynaston Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Now the world new pleasures finds; Hastes its votive sweets to pay; All its wintry shroud unwinds, Casts grave-clothes and night away. Wakes to see its Savior rise, Wakes on earth and in the skies; Keeps His Paschal holy day. 2 Nimbly glide the ductile fires; Rolls the light its tidal joys; Ocean’s axles smooth their tires; The world purges all alloys: Clouds ascend the highest blue, Weights their lowest depths pursue, Earth upholds its equipoise. 3 Heav’n itself, now more serene, Tempers all its breezes keen; Brightly smiles the waters’ sheen: And vales, terraced high in flowers, All their drought with streamlets flush, Pearl their dew with sunlight’s gush; Spring leads on his joyous hours. 4 Now the prince of all the world Winter’s icy flag has furled; Downward all his might is hurled; The tyrant of all mankind, When he sought the spotless soul Of the Savior to control, Cast his kingdom to the wind. 5 Life has triumphed over death; Sinking to the hell beneath, Man recovers living breath; And opens his eyes to see All the joys of paradise; For the cherub’s flaming sword Turns but one way—to the Lord. Used With Tune: THE BEGINNING OF MONTHS Text Sources: Tr.: Occasional Hymns (London: R. Clay, Son & Taylor, 1862)