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While shepherds watched their flocks by night
Author: Nahum Tate, 1652-1712 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,102 hymnals Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Lord Jesus Christ - His Advent and Nativity; The Church The Sacraments - The Lord's Supper; Hymns for the Young The Lord Jesus - His Life and Death Used With Tune: HITCHEN CAROL
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
The Waits' Song
Appears in 9 hymnals First Line: The moon shines bright and the stars give a light Used With Tune: [The moon shines bright and the stars give a light]
The Waits' Song
Behold the Wretch Whose Lust and Wine
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 72 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
Had wasted his estate,
He begs a share among the swine,
To taste the husks they eat!
2. I die with hunger here, he cries,
“I starve in foreign lands;
My father’s house has large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.
3. I’ll go, and with a mournful tongue
Fall down before his face—
Father, I’ve done thy justice wrong,
Nor can deserve thy grace.
4. He said, and hastened to his home,
To seek his father’s love;
The father saw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.
5. He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embraced and kissed his son;
The rebel’s heart with sorrow brake
For follies he had done.
6. Take off his clothes of shame and sin,
The father gives command,
“Dress him in garments white and clean,
With rings adorn his hand.
7. A day of feasting I ordain,
Let mirth and joy abound;
My son was dead, and lives again,
Was lost, and now is found. Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I, 1707, number 123
Behold the Wretch Whose Lust and Wine
Thou God Of Love, Thou Ever Blessed
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 47 hymnals First Line: Thou God of love, Thou ever blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, Thou ever blest
Pity my suffering state;
When wilt Thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit?
2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
3 O might I fly to change my place
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro’,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719
Thou God Of Love, Thou Ever Blessed
Death and Resurrection
Author: Priscilla J. Thompson Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The priests, the elders, and the scribes Lyrics: 1 The priests, the elders, and the scribes,
From council had adjourned;
And Pilate’s proffered sacrifice,
The mob had promptly spurned.
2 And up Golgotha’s rising slope,
A boisterous, cruel, band,
With taunts, and jeers, and foul rebuke,
Leads forth the Son of Man.
3 Oh, what a scene for human eyes!
Our Savior, bowed in grief;
And tortured by the very ones
To whom He brings relief.
4 Close at His side, a swarthy man
Beneath His cross doth bow;
Oh Simon! Ne’er did mortal bend
To nobler task than thou.
5 And, on the brow of Calvary,
With scoffing, and with scorn,
They nailed our Savior to the cross,
With diadem of thorn.
6 ’Tis done, and Joseph now has laid
His body in the tomb;
And none except the guards keep watch,
Amid the somber gloom.
7 But what can bar our holy Lord,
Or cross His wondrous plan?
The stronghold ’bout His lonely tomb.
Shows unbelief of man.
8 When, to the tomb, the women came,
In grief, at break of day,
An angel, ’mid an earthquake vast,
Had rolled the stone away.
9 No power within this great domain,
Can stay our mighty king;
Oh grave, where is thy victory,
Oh death, where is thy sting!
10 Despite the grave, despite the bar,
In triumph He hath flown.
And sitteth now at God’s right hand,
Joint-ruler of His own. Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: Gleanings of Quiet Hours (Rossmoyne, Ohio: Priscilla J. Thompson, 1907)
Death and Resurrection
He Comes! He Comes! To Judge The World
Author: Samuel Stennett Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 38 hymnals First Line: "He comes! He comes! to judge the world" Lyrics: 1 "He comes! He comes! to judge the world,"
Aloud th’archangel cries!
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightnings cleave the skies.
2 Th’affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumbering tenants of the ground
In living armies rise.
3 Amid the shouts of numerous friends,
Of hosts divinely bright,
The Judge in solemn pomp descends,
Arrayed in robes of light.
4 His head and hairs are white as snow,
His eyes a fiery flame,
A radiant crown adorns His brow,
And Jesus is His name.
5 Writ on His thigh His name appears,
And scars His victories tell:
Lo! in His hand the Conqueror bears
The keys of death and hell.
6 So He ascends the judgment seat,
And, at His dread command,
Myriads of creatures round His feet
In solemn silence stand.
7 Princes and peasants here expect
Their last, their righteous doom;
The men who dared His grace reject,
And they who dared presume.
8 "Depart, ye sons of vice and sin,"
The injured Jesus cries!
While the long kindling wrath within
Flashes from both His eyes.
9 And now, in words divinely sweet,
With rapture in His face,
Aloud His sacred lips repeat
The sentence of His grace:
10 "Well done, my good and faithful sons,
The children of My love!
Receive the scepters, crowns and thrones
Prepared for you above." Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors by John Rippon (London: 1787)
He Comes! He Comes! To Judge The World
My Life Declines, My Strength Is Gone
Author: Susannah Harrison Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My life declines, my strength is gone,
Disease and pains prevail;
Death threatens to arrest me soon,
My heart and flesh doth fail.
2 Soon must I leave this body here,
Soon must my soul away;
O awful thought—my soul, prepare
For that tremendous day!
3 Soon must I pass the solemn test,
How soon, my judge can tell!
When He with smiles shall call me blest,
Or frown me down to hell.
4 O how shall I prepare my heart
Eternal life to gain?
Jesus, Thy grace, Thy strength impart,
Or all I do is vain.
5 I cannot for one sin atone—
I swell with pride no more:
All the best duties I have done
I’ve reason to deplore.
6 Jesus, on Thee alone I lean,
Do Thou my soul prepare;
O cleanse my heart from every sin,
And fix Thy dwelling there.
7 Renewed and justified by grace,
Complete I then shall stand,
Before th’almighty Father’s face,
When He my life demand. Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: Songs in the Night (Ipswich, England: Punchard & Jermyn, 1780)
My Life Declines, My Strength Is Gone
A Child For Us Is Born This Day
Author: Unknown Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 A child for us is born this day,
The angels’ king is He;
The Lord who over all has sway,
Nursed here vouchsafes to be.
2 In manger where the asses fed
The Child divine is laid;
Whom they as Christ acknowledgèd,
As King and Lord obeyed.
3 With joy the angels fillèd were,
And with the Lord do sing;
Glory to God above the sphere
In tuneful notes does ring.
4 Then Herod, who with fear was seized,
His envy great displays;
With slaughtered babes must be appeased,
Whose gore his fear allays.
5 Thou who wast born as on this day
Of virgin Mary pure,
Lead and conduct us in the way
To joys which e’er endure. Used With Tune: THE WAITS' SONG Text Sources: 15th Century or earlier
A Child For Us Is Born This Day
