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Thou art gone up on high

Author: E. Toke Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 139 hymnals Matching Instances: 6 Topics: Ascensiontide; Processionals Ascensiontide Used With Tune: OLIVET

Angels Your March Oppose

Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 23 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 Used With Tune: OLIVET (DYKES)

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have all forsook Thy dying love to know, To bear Thy light and easy yoke, And in Thy footsteps go; Our pleasure, goods, and fame: We yield what we have stored, In pain, and poverty, and shame, Partakers with our Lord. 2 Armed with Thy strength alone, We still our all resign; The lives which once we called our own, Are not our own, but Thine: Ready we always stand In Thine almighty power, To yield them up at Thy command, And meet the fiery hour. 3 Where is the promise then, The bliss Thou hast prepared For us before the sons of men, Where is our great reward? The hundredfold increase Of goods, and lands, and friends, The sweet unutterable peace, The joy that never ends! 4 Surely we are possessed Of Thee our recompense, Ecstasy fills our panting breast, And pains our aching sense: What hath the world like this! The joy which now we know— ’Tis more than joy, or life, or bliss, ’Tis Heaven begun below. 5 Yet O! we look for more And mightier joys above, The fullness of Thy heavenly store, Of Thine eternal love: Glory shall end the strife, And in these bodies shine; Jesu, our everlasting life, Our flesh shall be like Thine. 6 Changed by His mighty love, We shall be as our Lord, And sit upon our thrones above, And bless His just award: While trembling at the bar, Devils and tyrants stand, We shall with Him their doom declare, And shout at His right hand. 7 Then every saint of His Shall lean upon His breast; The wicked there from troubling cease, And there the weary rest: Our sufferings all are o’er, Our tears are wiped away, We only love, rejoice, adore, Through one eternal day. 8 The rivers of delight That there our souls embrace, The glorious beatific sight That veils the angel’s face, The joys ineffable That from Thy presence flow, The fullness here we cannot tell, But, Lord, we die to know. Used With Tune: OLIVET Text Sources: Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution by John and Charles Wesley (London: Strahan, 1744)

My Gracious, Loving Lord

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 34 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 My gracious, loving Lord, To Thee what shall I say? Well may I tremble at Thy word, And scarce presume to pray! Ten thousand wants have I; Alas! I all things want; And Thou hast bid me always cry, And never, never faint. 2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear even to ask Thy grace; So oft have I, alas! drawn near. And mocked Thee to Thy face: With all pollutions stained, Thy hallowed courts I trod, Thy name and temple I profaned, And dared to call Thee God! 3 Nigh with my lips I drew, My lips were all unclean; Thee with my heart I never knew. My heart was full of sin; Far from the living Lord, As far as hell from Heaven, Thy purity I still abhorred, Nor looked to be forgiven. 4 My nature I obeyed, My own desires pursued; And still a den of thieves I made The hallowed house of God. The worship He approves To Him I would not pay; My selfish ends and creature-loves Had stole my heart away. 5 A goodly, formal saint I long appeared in sight, By self and Satan taught to paint My tomb, my nature, white. The Pharisee within Still undisturbed remained The strong man, armed with guilt of sin, Safe in his palace reigned. 6 But O! the jealous God In my behalf came down; Jesus Himself the stronger showed. And claimed me for His own: My spirit He alarmed, And brought into distress; He shook and bound the strong man armed In his self-righteousness. 7 Faded my virtuous show, My form without the power; The sin-convincing Spirit blew, And blasted every flower: My mouth was stopped, and shame Covered my guilty face; I fell on the atoning Lamb, And I was saved by grace. Used With Tune: OLIVET Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742

The Caution Is Not Vain

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 The caution is not vain: We may unfaithful prove, And turn from God to sin again, And fall from pardoning love; Yet will we boldly press T’ward our high calling’s prize, And follow after holiness, And to perfection rise. 2 Perfection is the good Which wrestling saints receive, Worthy of all to be pursued Who in our Lord believe: Perfection is the goal Which terminates our race; And comes to that, the spotless soul Expires in his embrace. Used With Tune: OLIVET Text Sources: Short Hymns on Select Passages of Holy Scripture (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)

What Good Remains In Me?

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 What good remains in me? An impotent desire, A spark of faint sincerity, But ready to expire: Father, Thy Spir’t bestow, I ask in Jesu’s name; And thus I strengthen it, and blow The spark into a flame. 2 Lord, to Thy cross I flee In my extreme distress, And take the strength laid up on Thee To help my feebleness: Grace unto them that faint Thou promisest to give, And sure as grace supplies my want, My dying soul shall live. Used With Tune: OLIVET Text Sources: Short Hymns on Select Passages of Holy Scripture (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)

On Taking Down the Christmas Greens

Author: Emma F. R. Campbell Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Take down the faded wreaths Lyrics: 1 Take down the faded wreaths, Untwine the garlands gay, Though that glad time we hung them up Seems but as yesterday. And from their crumbling leaves We still can almost hear The echoes of the carols sweet And greetings of new year. 2 But ah! full well we know The festive season’s o’er; And treading in life’s dusty ways We find ourselves once more. More swift than wheels of steam The golden hours have rolled; And while we dreamed the year was young, We wake to find it old. 3 Now clear above the din Of daily toil and care, We hear again in solemn tones The Lenten call to prayer: Now turn from pleasure’s round, A higher joy to find In fellowship with Him whose death Gave life to all mankind. 4 Thus do the years go on, And times and seasons glide, Till soon the story of our life Is closed and laid aside. Ah! Life’s a mystic page! In vain we strive to scan The hidden thought between the lines— God’s purposes to man. Used With Tune: OLIVET Text Sources: The Hymn "Jesus of Nazareth Passeth By": Its History and Other Verses (New York: M. E. Munson, 1909)

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