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Saviour, Take My Hand
Author: M. Lowrie Hofford Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 3 First Line: Dear Saviour, take my hand in Thine Used With Tune: [Dear Saviour, take my hand in Thine]
Saviour, Take My Hand
Let Us Adore Th'Eternal Word
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 49 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Let us adore th’eternal Word Lyrics: 1 Let us adore th’eternal Word,
’Tis He our souls hath fed;
Thou art our living stream, O Lord,
And Thou th’immortal bread.
2 The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above,
Where freshest springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.
3 The Jews, the Fathers, died at last,
Who eat that heav’nly bread;
But these provisions which we taste
Can raise us from the dead.
4 Blest be the Lord, that gives His flesh
To nourish dying men;
And often spreads His table fresh,
Lest we should faint again.
5 Our souls shall draw their heav’nly breath
While Jesus finds supplies;
Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.
6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Christ our life shall come;
His unresisted power shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb. Used With Tune: YALE Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1709, Book III, alt.
Let Us Adore Th'Eternal Word
Behold, The King Of Zion Rides
Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Behold, the King of Zion rides,
But not in vain array;
The people wave their goodly palms,
With garments strew the way;
And loud hosannas fill the air
From crowds that, surging, throng;
’Tis meet to honor Him who rides
With cheer, and shout, and song.
2 O Zion, of your God beloved,
The day of strife is nigh,
Yet comes He not with armor clad,
And sword upon His thigh;
The weapons of your mighty king
No other hand could wield;
The might of God is in His arm,
The will of God His shield.
3 See, on the cross, without the wall,
The King immortal dies;
Not now hosannas fill the air—
The shouts of hell arise;
But in that hour of triumph, deemed,
Satanic might is slain,
For He who bows the head in death,
Shall rise to life again.
4 O Zion, hail your mighty king,
Your palms around Him wave,
And strew your garments in the way
Of Him who rides to save;
And when He mounts His regal throne,
By bloody conflict won,
Give homage to the King of Heaven,
God’s one eternal Son. Used With Tune: YALE Text Sources: Tr.: Hymns from the Morningland (Paisley: Alexander Gardner, 1911)
Behold, The King Of Zion Rides
From The Far-Blazing Gate Of Morn
Author: Caelius Sedulius, 5th Century; Edward Caswall Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 From the far-blazing gate of morn
To earth’s remotest shore,
Let every tongue confess to Him
Whom holy Mary bore.
Lo! the great Maker of the world,
Lord of eternal years,
To save His creatures, veiled beneath
A creature’s form appears.
2 A spotless maiden’s virgin breast
With heav’nly grace He fills;
In her pure womb He is conceived,
And there in secret dwells.
That bosom, chastity’s sweet home,
Becomes, oh, blest reward!
The shrine of Heav’n’s immortal king,
The temple of the Lord.
3 And Mary bears the Babe, foretold
By an archangel’s voice;
Whose presence made the Baptist leap,
And in the womb rejoice.
A manger scantly strewn with hay
Becomes th’ Eternal’s bed;
And He, who feeds each smallest bird,
Himself with milk is fed.
4 Straightway with joy the heav’ns are filled,
The hosts angelic sing;
And shepherds hasten to adore
Their shepherd and their king.
Praise to the Father! praise to Thee,
Thou virgin’s holy Son!
Praise to the Spirit Paraclete,
While endless ages run. Used With Tune: YALE Text Sources: Tr.: Lyra Catholica, 1849
From The Far-Blazing Gate Of Morn
The Son of God! The Lord Of Life!
Author: George Mogridge Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 5 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 The Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How wondrous are His ways!
O for a harp of thousand strings,
To sound abroad His praise!
How passing strange, to leave the seat
Of Heav’n’s eternal throne,
And hosts of glittering seraphim,
For guilty man alone!
2 And did He bow His sacred head,
And die a death of shame?
Let men and angels magnify
And bless His holy name!
O let us live in peace and love,
And cast away our pride.
And crucify our sins afresh.
As He was crucified!
3 He rose again; then let us rise
From sin, and Christ adore,
And dwell in peace with all mankind,
And tempt the Lord no more:
The Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How wondrous are His ways!
O for a harp of thousand strings
To sound abroad His praise! Used With Tune: YALE
The Son of God! The Lord Of Life!
Behold, He Comes, The Savior Comes
Author: Susannah Harrison Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 6 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Behold, He comes, the Savior comes,
Dressed in His bright array;
Awake, ye saints, and burst your tombs,
And view the glorious day.
2 He comes, attended from on high
With thousands, through the skies,
His glory shines; and every eye
Shall see Him with surprise.
3 Lo, in the clouds the Judge descends
With His illustrious train;
He severs sinners from His friends,
And dooms to endless pain.
4 He comes to make His justice known,
To vindicate His word:
The guilty view Him on His throne,
And wail before the Lord.
5 Till now they never sought His face.
Nor wept for sin before:
O how tremendous is their case!
They weep to laugh no more.
6 Once they despised His glorious name,
And set at naught His worth;
But now they feel, with bitter shame,
His fierce, vindictive wrath.
7 They now behold the saints rejoice,
And mount above the skies;
These praise the Lamb, with cheerful voice,
And triumph as they rise.
8 Yes, and my soul shall bear her part
In their melodious song,
My Savior’s grace shall tune my heart,
His love inspire my tongue. Used With Tune: YALE Text Sources: Songs in the Night (Ipswich, England: Punchard & Jermyn, 1780)
Behold, He Comes, The Savior Comes
Now Fain My Joyous Heart Would Sing
Author: Johann Walther; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Now fain my joyous heart would sing
That lovely summer time,
When God reneweth everything
In His celestial prime;
When He shall make new heav’ns and earth,
And all the creatures there
Shall spring from out that second birth
All glorious, pure, and fair.
2 The perfect beauty of that sphere
No mortal tongue may speak,
We have no likeness for it here,
Our words are far too weak;
And we must wait till we behold
The hour of judgment true,
That to the soul shall all unfold
What God is, and can do.
3 For God ere long will summon all
Who e’er on earth were born;
This flesh shall hear the trumpet’s call
And live again that morn;
And when in Christ His Son we wake,
These skies asunder roll,
And all the bliss of Heav’n shall break
Upon the raptured soul.
4 And He will lead the white robed throng
To His fair paradise,
Where from the marriage feast the song
Of endless praise shall rise;
And from His fathomless abyss
Of perfect love and truth,
Shall flow perpetual joy and bliss,
In never ending youth.
5 Ah God, now lead me of Thy love
Through this dark world aright;
Lord Christ, defend me lest I rove
Or lies delude my fight;
And keep me steadfast in the faith
Till these dark days have ceased,
And ready still in life or death
For Thy great marriage feast.
6 And herewith will I end the song
Of that fair summer time;
The blossoms shall burst out ere long
Of Heav’n’s eternal prime;
The year begin, for ever new
God grant us then on high
To see our vision here made true,
And eat the fruits of joy! Used With Tune: YALE Text Sources: Wittenberg, Germany, 1552; Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series (London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans & Roberts,1858)
Now Fain My Joyous Heart Would Sing
