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O Lord, turn not thy face from me
Author: John Marckant, died in or before 1586 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #111 (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, turn not thy face from me,
who lie in woeful state,
lamenting all my sinful life
before thy mercy-gate.
2 A gate which opens wide to those
that do lament their sin;
shut not that gate against me, Lord,
but let me enter in.
3 And call me not to strict account
how I have sojourned here;
for then my guilty conscience knows
how vile I shall appear.
4 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask;
this is my humble prayer;
for mercy, Lord is all my suit:
O let thy mercy spare. Topics: Hymns for the Church Year Lent Scripture: Psalm 143:2 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
O Lord, turn not thy face from me
O God of truth, whose living word
Author: Thomas Hughes, 1822-1896 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #434a (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God of truth, whose living word
upholds whate’er hath breath,
look down on thy creation, Lord,
enslaved by sin and death.
2 Set up thy standard, Lord, that we,
who claim a heavenly birth,
may march with thee to smite the lies
that vex thy groaning earth.
3 Ah, would we join that blest array,
and follow in the might
of him, the Faithful and the True,
in raiment clean and white?
4 We fight for truth? We fight for God?
Poor slaves of lies and sin!
He who would fight for thee on earth
must first be true within.
5 Then, God of truth, for whom we long,
thou who wilt hear our prayer,
do thine own battle in our hearts,
and slay the falsehood there.
6 Yea, come! Then, tried as in the fire,
from every lie set free,
thy perfect truth shall dwell in us,
and we shall live in thee. Topics: General Hymns Christian Warfare Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
O God of truth, whose living word
After thy loving-kindness, Lord
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P51a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 After thy loving-kindness, Lord,
have mercy upon me:
for thy compassions great, blot out
all mine iniquity.
2 Me cleanse from sin, and throughly wash
from mine iniquity;
3 for my transgressions I confess;
my sin I ever see.
4 ’Gainst thee, thee only, have I sinned,
in thy sight done this ill;
that when thou speak’st thou may’st be just,
and clear in judging still.
5 Behold, I in iniquity
was formed the womb within;
My mother also me conceived
in guiltiness and sin.
6 Behold, thou in the inward parts
with truth delighted art;
and wisdom thou shalt make me know
within the hidden part.
7 Do thou with hyssop sprinkle me,
I shall be cleansed so;
yea, wash thou me, and then I shall
be whiter than the snow.
8 Of gladness and of joyfulness
make me to hear the voice,
that so these very bones which thou
hast broken may rejoice.
9 All mine iniquities blot out,
thy face hide from my sin.
10 Create a clean heart, Lord, renew
a right spirit me within.
11 Cast me not from thy sight, nor take
thy Holy Spirit away:
12 restore me thy salvation’s joy;
with thy free Spirit me stay.
13 Then will I teach thy ways unto
those that transgressors be;
and those that sinners are shall then
be turned unto thee.
14 O God, of my salvation God,
from guilt of blood me free:
then of thy righteousness my tongue
shall sing, aloud to thee.
15 My closed lips, O Lord, by thee
let them be opened;
then shall thy praises by my mouth
abroad be published.
16 Thou sacrifice desirest not,
else would I give it thee;
nor wilt thou with burnt-offering
at all delighted be.
17 A broken spirit is to God
a pleasing sacrifice:
A broken and a contrite heart,
Lord, thou wilt not despise.
18 In thy good pleasure do thou good
to Zion, thine own hill:
the walls of thy Jerusalem
build up of thy good will.
19 Then righteous offerings shall thee please,
and offerings burnt which they,
with whole burnt-offerings, and with calves,
shall on thine altar lay. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
After thy loving-kindness, Lord
I said, I will look to my ways
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P39a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I said, I will look to my ways,
lest with my tongue I sin:
in sight of wicked men my mouth
with bridle I’ll keep in.
2 With silence I as dumb became,
I did myself restrain
even from good; but then the more
increased was my pain.
3 My heart within me waxed hot,
and, while I mused long,
a fire within me kindled was;
then spake I with my tongue.
4 Mine end and measure of my days,
O Lord, unto me show
what is the same; that I thereby
how frail I am may know.
5 Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad’st;
mine age is nought with thee:
sure each man in his best estate
is wholly vanity.
6 Sure each man walks in a vain show;
they vex themselves in vain:
he heaps up wealth, and doth not know
to whom it shall pertain.
7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is fixed on thee.
8 Free me from all my trespasses,
the fool’s scorn make not me.
9 Dumb was I, opening not my mouth,
because this work is thine.
10 O, take thy stroke away from me;
by thy hand's blow I pine.
11 When with rebukes thou dost correct
man for iniquity,
like moth thou dost his beauty waste:
each man is vanity.
12 Regard my cry, Lord, at my tears
and prayers not silent be:
I sojourn as my fathers all,
and stranger am with thee.
13 O spare thou me, that I my strength
recover may again,
before that hence I do depart,
and here no more remain. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
I said, I will look to my ways
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P90b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place
in generations all.
2 Before thou ever hadst brought forth
the mountains great or small;
ere ever thou hadst formed the earth,
and all the world abroad;
thou even from everlasting art
to everlasting God.
3 Thou, Lord, unto destruction dost
man that is mortal turn;
and unto them thou sayest, Again,
ye sons of men, return.
4 Because a thousand years appear
no more before thy sight
than yesterday when it is past,
or than a watch by night.
5 As with an overflowing flood
thou carriest them away:
they like a sleep are, like the grass
that grows at morn are they.
6 At morn it flourishes and grows,
cut down at even doth fade.
7 For by thine anger we’re consumed,
thy wrath makes us afraid.
8 Our sins thou and iniquities
dost in thy presence place,
and sett’st our secret faults before
the brightness of thy face.
9 For in thine anger all our days
do pass on to an end;
and as a tale that hath been told,
so we our years do spend.
10 Threescore and ten years do sum up
our days and years, we see;
or if, by reason of more strength,
in some fourscore they be;
yet doth the strength of such old men
but grief and labour prove;
for it is soon cut off, and we
fly hence, and soon remove.
11 Who knows thine anger's power, and keeps
thy fear before his eyes?
12 To count our days so teach thou us
that our hearts may be wise.
Scripture: Psalm 90:1-12 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place
Praise to the Holiest in the Height
Author: John H. Newman, 1801-1890 Hymnal: Hymnbook for Christian Worship #386 (1970) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Introits Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MARY
Praise to the Holiest in the Height
How few receive with cordial faith
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R25a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How few receive with cordial faith
the tidings which we bring?
How few have seen the arm reveal'd
of heav’n’s eternal King?
2 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
bespeaks his presence nigh;
no earthly beauty shines in him
to draw the carnal eye.
3 Fair as a beauteous tender flow’r
amidst the desert grows,
so slighted by a rebel race
the heav’nly Saviour rose.
4 Rejected and despis'd of men,
behold a man of woe!
Grief was his close companion still
through all his life below.
5 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,
ours were the woes he bore:
pangs, not his own, his spotless soul
with bitter anguish tore.
6 We held him as condemn'd by Heav’n,
an outcast from his God,
while for our sins he groan'd, he bled,
beneath his Father’s rod.
7 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls
from sin’s polluted stain;
his stripes es have heal'd us, and his death
reviv'd our souls again.
8 We all, like sheep, had gone astray
in ruin’s fatal road:
on him were our transgressions laid;
he bore the mighty load.
9 Wrong'd and oppress'd how meekly he
in patient silence stood!
Mute, as the peaceful harmless lamb,
when brought to shed its blood.
10 Who can his generation tell?
from prison see him led!
With impious show of law condemn'd,
and number'd with the dead.
11 ’Midst sinners low in dust he lay;
the rich a grave supply'd:
unspotted was his blameless life;
unstain'd by sin he dy'd.
Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
How few receive with cordial faith
Lord, from the depths I cry to you
Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #22 (1977) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 130 Tune Title: ST MARY
Lord, from the depths I cry to you
My God, my God, wherefore is it
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P22a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, my God, wherefore is it
thou hast forsaken me?
Why from my help so far, and from
my cry of agony?
2 All day, my God to thee I cry,
yet am not heard by thee;
and in the season of the night
I cannot silent be.
3 But thou art holy, thou that dost
inhabit Israel's praise.
4 Our Fathers hoped in thee, they hoped,
and thou didst them release.
5 When unto thee they sent their cry,
to them deliverance came:
because they put their trust in thee,
they were not put to shame.
6 But as for me, a worm I am,
and as no man am prized;
reproach of men I am, and by
the people am despised.
7 All that me see laugh me to scorn;
shoot out the lip do they;
they nod and shake their heads at me,
and, mocking, thus do say.
8 He trusted in the Lord, that he
would free him by his might;
let him deliver him, since he
had in him such delight.
9 But thou art he out of the womb
that didst me safely take,
when I was on my mother's breasts,
thou me to trust didst make.
10 And I was cast upon thy care,
even from my birth till now;
and from my mother's womb my God
and my support art thou.
11 Be not far off, for trouble's near,
and none to help is found.
12 Bulls many compass me, strong bulls
or Bashan me surround.
13 Their mouths they opened wide on me,
upon me gape did they,
like to a lion ravening
and roaring for his prey.
14 Like water I'm poured out, my bones
all out of joint do part:
amidst my bowels, as the saw,
so melting is my heart.
15 My strength is like a potsherd dried;
my tongue it cleaveth fast
unto my jaws; and to the dust
of death thou brought me hast.
16 For dogs have compassed me about
the wicked, that did meet
in their assembly, me enclosed;
they pierced my hands and feet.
17 I all my bones may tell; they do
upon my look and stare.
18 Upon my vesture lots they cast,
my clothes among them share.
19 But be not far, O Lord, my strength;
haste to give help to me.
20 From sword my soul, from power of dogs
my darling, set thou free.
21 From the devouring lion's mouth
my life do thou defend;
to save from horns of unicorns
thou dost me answer send.
Scripture: Psalm 22:1-21 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
My God, my God, wherefore is it
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Author: S. Wesley, Sr., 1662-1735 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #69 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark, how He groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul," He cries!
See where He bows His sacred head;
He bows His head, and dies.
4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love, like Thine? Topics: Atonement Finished; Christ Lamb of God; Christ Crucified; Christ Heavenly Lamb; Christ Love of; Christ Ransom; Christ Substitute; The Godhead The Son; Crucifixion; Love Of Christ; Jesus (See also Christ) Crucified; Lamb Christ, the Heavenly ; Substitute, Christ our; Ransom; Redemption Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MARY
Behold the Saviour of mankind
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