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O could I speak the matchless worth
Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 755 hymnals Used With Tune: ARIEL
O could I speak the matchless worth
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Author: George Weissel; Miss Winkworth Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 280 hymnals Lyrics: 1 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 He doth bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now,
Creator, wise art Thou!
2 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:
We praise Thee, Saviour, now,
Mighty in deed are Thou!
3 O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confest!
O 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:
O Comforter Divine,
What boundless grace is Thine!
PART II
4 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:
To Thee, O God, be praise,
For word and deed and grace!
5 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 be won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy Name.
Topics: Advent; Advent, Third Sunday; Septuagesima Sunday Used With Tune: MACHT HOCH DIE THÜR
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
The Lord into his garden comes
Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 238 hymnals Lyrics:
1.
The Lord into his garden comes,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive,
(Repeat previous line);
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
And make the dead revive,
(Repeat previous line).
Used With Tune: GARDEN HYMN
The Lord into his garden comes
Lord, come in thy appointed ways
Author: John Stevens Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal
Lord, come in thy appointed ways
Lo on a narrow neck of land
Author: Wesley Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 258 hymnals
Lo on a narrow neck of land
Begin, my soul, the exalted lay
Author: Ogilvie Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 210 hymnals
Begin, my soul, the exalted lay
Looking at the Cross
Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 34 hymnals First Line: O thou who hast our sorrows borne Topics: Penitential
Looking at the Cross
Looking to Christ
Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Great God! if thou shouldst bring me near Lyrics: 1 Great God! if thou should’st bring me near,
To answer at thy awful bar,
And my own self defend;
If Jesus did himself withdraw,
I know thy holy, fiery law
My soul to hell would send.
2 A sinner self-condemned I come,
Worthy that thou should’st me consume,
But, O! one thing I plead:
The every mite to thee I owed,
Christ Jesus, with his own heart’s blood,
In pity for me paid.
3 Now should’st thou me to judgment call,
Though Moses faced me there, and all
My dreadful sins appeared,
I should not fear, but boldly stand;
Through Jesus’ piercèd heart and hand,
I know I should be spared.
4 My full receipt should there be showed,
Written with iron pens in blood,
On Jesus’ hands and side.
“I’m safe!” I’ll shout, “O law and sin,
Ye cannot bring me guilty in,
For Christ was crucified!”
Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ
Looking to Christ
If unto Jesus thou art bound
Author: Berridge Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 If unto Jesus thou art bound,
A crowd about him will be found,
Attending day and night;
A worldly crowd to din thy ears,
And crowds of unbelieving fears,
To hide him from thy sight.
2 Yet all the vain and noisy crowd
Is but a thin and lowering cloud,
A mist before thy eyes;
If thou press on, the crowds will fly,
Or if thou faint, to Jesus cry,
And he will send supplies.
3 This only way can pilgrims go,
And all complain, as thou wilt do,
Of crowds that daily come;
Yet though beset by crafty foes,
And passing through a thousand woes,
They get securely home.
4 [But such as seem to run the race,
And meet no crowd to check their pace,
Are only rambling still;
Not fairly entered on the list,
The gate and narrow way they missed,
Which lead to Zion’s hill.]
5 O Lord, a cheering look bestow,
Or lend a hand to help me through,
And draw me up to thee;
And when, through fear, I only creep,
Or dare not move a single step,
Yet thou canst come to me. Topics: Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind Scripture: Philippians 3:12-14
If unto Jesus thou art bound
King Hezekiah lay diseased
Author: Hart Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: 1 King Hezekiah lay diseased,
With every dangerous symptom seized,
Beyond the cure of art;
With languid pulse, and strength decayed,
With spirits sunk, and soul dismayed,
And ready to depart.
2 His friends despair; his servants droop;
The learned Leech can give no hope;
All signs of life are fled;
When, lo! the seer Isaiah came
With words to damp th' expiring flame,
And strike the dying dead.
3 Entering the royal patient’s room,
He thus denounced the dreadful doom:
“Of flattering hopes beware.
God’s messenger, behold, I stand,
Thus saith the Lord, Thy death’s at hand:
Prepare, O king, prepare!”
4 Where is the man, whom words like these,
Though free before from all disease,
Would not deject to death?
Favourite of heaven, in thee we see
The miracles of prayer, in thee
Th' omnipotence of faith!
5 Methinks I hear the hero say,
“And must my life be snatch'd away,
Before I’m fit to die?
Can prayer reverse the stern decree,
And save a wretch condemn'd like me?
It may, at least I’ll try.
6 Ye damps of death, that chill me through,
God’s prophet and perdition too,
I must withstand you all.
Both heaven and earth, awhile begone;
I turn me to the Lord alone,
And face the silent wall.”
7 He said, and, weeping, pour'd a prayer,
That conquer'd pain, removed despair
With all its heavy load,
Repell'd the force of death’s attack,
Brought the recanting prophet back,
And turn'd the mind of God.
King Hezekiah lay diseased
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