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I Am Not Skilled to Understand
Author: Dora Greenwell Meter: 8.8.8.7 Appears in 80 hymnals Matching Instances: 46 Lyrics: 1 I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned;
I only know at His right hand
Is One who is my Savior!
2 I take Him at His word indeed;
“Christ died for sinners,” this I read;
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior!
3 That He should leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange? So once did I,
Before I knew my Savior!
4 And O, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!
5 Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior! Topics: Christ Savior; Testimony, Hymns of; Witness, Hymns of Scripture: Isaiah 53:11 Used With Tune: GREENWELL
I Am Not Skilled to Understand
Be Merry All
Author: William R. Spencer Meter: 8.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Be merry all, be merry all Lyrics: 1 Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall,
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
2 And oh! remember gentles gay,
For you who bask in fortune’s ray,
The year is all a holiday,
The poor have only Christmas.
3 When you, with velvets mantled o’er,
Defy December’s tempests frore,
O spare one garment from your store
To clothe the poor at Christmas.
4 From blazing loads of fuel, while
Your homes with indoor summer smile,
Oh! spare one faggot from your pile
To warm the poor at Christmas.
5 When you the costly banquet deal
To guests who never famine feel,
Oh! spare one morsel from your meal
To feed the poor at Christmas,
6 When generous wine your care controls,
And gives new joy to happiest souls,
Oh! spare one goblet from your bowls
To cheer the poor at Christmas.
7 So shall each note of mirth appear
More sweet to Heav’n than praise or prayer,
And angels in their carols there
Shall bless the rich at Christmas. Used With Tune: GREENWELL Text Sources: Poems (London: T. Cadell & W. Davies, 1811)
Be Merry All
I Love The Holy Son Of God
Author: Asa Abel Meter: 8.8.8.7 Appears in 27 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 I love the holy Son of God,
Who once this vale of sorrow trod,
Who bore my sins, a dreadful load,
Up Calvary’s gloomy mountain.
2 There on the cross the Savior hung,
The sport of many an impious tongue,
While pain extreme His nature wrung,
And flowed life’s crimson fountain.
3 The sun would not behold the scene,
But round Him threw night’s sable screen;
Nature was robed in mourning mien,
And sighed when Jesus suffered.
4 But ah! His persecutors stood,
Reviling Christ, the Son of God,
Unmoved to see His gushing blood,
And shocking insults offered.
5 O! why did not His fury burn,
And floods of vengeance on them turn?
Amazing! See, His bowels yearn
In soft compassion on them.
6 No fury kindles in His eyes,
They beam with love—and when He dies,
"Father, forgive," the sufferer cries,
"They know not!"—O forgive them.
7 How ardent ought my love to be
To Him who’s done so much for me;
My constant service, faithful, free—
And all my powers employing.
8 I should my cross with pleasure bear,
And place my all of glorying there,
In His reproach most gladly share,
In tribulation joying.
9 And never shall it be concealed,
He hath to me His love revealed,
Of all my sins a pardon sealed—
I feel His blessèd favor.
10 In Him I do and will rejoice;
I’ll praise Him with a cheerful voice,
Until the theme my tongue employs
In Heaven above, forever. Used With Tune: GREENWELL Text Sources: Select Hymns by James H. Linsley and Gustavus F. Davis, 1836
I Love The Holy Son Of God
