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May the grace of Christ our Saviour

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D7 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Let the voice of all creation

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D9 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D12 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Author: Jaci C. Maraschin (1930-2009); Charles Wesley (1707-1788) Hymnal: Mil Vozes para Celebrar #II-2 (2019) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Languages: Portuguese Tune Title: CRISTO É MAIS

I would sing Thy love, my Saviour

Author: Jospeh Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #1 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: I would sing Thy love, my Saviour, O, how can I silent be! Though more sweetly, more sublimely Many touch the chords to Thee. In thy mercy in abundance, Not a stream but boundless main: Let me but rehearse the riches JESUS doth for worlds contain! Languages: English

“Behold the Man.”

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #3 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Jesus Christ is my Creator Lyrics: Jesus Christ is my Creator,— He formed sea and earth and air; Nature’s pillars stand unshaken On his power and constant care. By his fingers for a dwelling Was heaven’s vault sublime upreared: Jesus suffered when to save us He as man on earth appeared. Lofty Angels! God-like spirits, Clad in robes of ‘living light’: He who gave you all your glories, Him you worship day and night, Made his tent in human nature That in Him should man confide: Your Delight, your Source, and Centre Died—for man a Ransom died. Vast encircling Space! whose confines Stretch beyond creation’s pole! Worlds of magnitude appalling In thee unobstructed roll: 3 He in whom thou art containèd, Spread at first and peopled thee, Lay, an infant, in the manger, Died, a man, upon the tree. Countless Stars! through darkness peering; Silent sentinels of night! Worlds are ye of radiant brightness— Points to feeble human sight: He who spake and ye were kindled, And will be, when ye grow dim, Sun of souls, and Noon of heaven— Grief and death enshrouded HIM. Planets! with the Earth concentric, Speeding on your trackless ways,— Speeding in unbroken order From your distant primal days! He whose arm put you in motion— Who your orbits vast designed, Here was born a helpless infant, Here for sin his life resigned. Sun! the unexhausted fountain, Whence flow warmth and genial light, By whom Day to us is given Loaded with untold delight! He who hath with glory charged thee That we may not rudely gaze, Was on Calvary obscured— Well thou dark’nedst with amaze. Moon! who star-attended glidest Through the sky with queenly grace; Shining now in placid splendour, Veiling now with clouds thy face: He who hides thee—brings light to thee From that sun, whose Sun is He, Was eclipsed,—his beams were clouded, On the ignominious tree. Thunder! who within thy cradle Of the sable cloud dost rock: Rolling through expanse of heaven, Shaking earth with fearful shock! He who overawes the nations, In thy mighty noise confessed, Groaned and sighed with troubled spirit, By our guilt and sin oppressed. Lightning wild! thy child the Thunder, Thou dost wrap the world in fire: Sodom perished by thee stricken, Doomed by Heaven’s long-slumbering ire. He who formed thee—could command thee Earth to cleanse and man to slay, Gave Himself an expiation— Saved by death from Death his prey. Tempests! who disclose the caverns, Dungeons drear beneath the seas, Toying with the proudest navies, Hurling down the giant trees: He who curbs your wildest fury, Calms you like to infant’s breath, As a lamb Himself surrendered, Bowed his reverend head in death! Peer of Angels! space outreaching. Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show; Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest, Less in might sublime than THOU! For thy welfare, haughty Rebel, Thee from error back to bring, Jesus meekly bore thine insults: Weep—repent—believe—and sing! Languages: English

A Friend in Jordan.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #8 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Who amid the swelling billows Lyrics: Who amid the swelling billows Can sustain my sinking head? None but that divine Redeemer, Who upon the cross hath bled. If He through the stormy current O’er the wave my head will bear, If a gracious look vouchsafe me, I will praise Him even there. Languages: English

O Jesus, thou art standing

Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #10b (1883) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Languages: English Tune Title: ENDSLEIGH

“It is Good to be Here.”

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #12 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Here, behold the seat of mercy Lyrics: Here, behold the seat of mercy: Here, from doubt and fear release: Here a Refuge for the guilty: Here are joy and health and peace: Here a Covert near the Godhead, Where the vile may make their nest; Justice smiling fond approval, Honoured Law declares them blest. Languages: English

Self-Converse.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #14 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Heedless Soul of mine, bethink thee Lyrics: Heedless soul of mine, bethink thee Ere thine hours on earth are past,— Ere thou fly to spirit-regions, If thou real treasure hast. Where will be thine endless dwelling? Where thine everlasting home? What thy portion, joy or mourning, In the world beyond the tomb? When these eyes shall lose their lustre,— Fading with the failing breath, And roll, lightless, in the conflict, With inexorable Death; How wilt thou survive the anguish— How sustain all earthly loss, If thou know not the Redeemer, If thou cling not to his cross? Languages: English