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Safely through another week

Author: Rev. J. Newton Appears in 1,010 hymnals Matching Instances: 4 Used With Tune: [Safely through another week]

Lead us, Heav'nly Father, lead us

Author: James Edmeston Appears in 357 hymnals Matching Instances: 3 Used With Tune: VERONA

Author: Benjamin Schmolck, 1672-1737 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 56 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 What our Father does is well; Blessed truth His children tell! Though for plenty He send want, Though the harvest store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. 2 What our Father does is well; Shall the willful heart rebel If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold? Is He not Himself to be All our store eternally? 3 What our Father does is well; Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies, He has called us sons of God; Can we murmur at His rod? 4 What our Father does is well; May the thought within us dwell Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need; God can bless us, God can feed. 5 Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in one, Honor, might, and glory be Now, and through eternity. Amen. Topics: Sanctification Used With Tune: VERONA

Lo, At Noon 'Tis Sudden Night

Author: Jane Taylor Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 26 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Lo, at noon ’tis sudden night Lyrics: 1 Lo, at noon ’tis sudden night. Darkness covers all the sky! Rocks are rending at the sight! Children, can you tell me why? What can all these wonders be? Jesus dies on Calvary. 2 Stretched upon the cross, behold How His tender limbs are torn! For a royal crown of gold, They have made Him one of thorn! Cruel hands, that dare to bind Thorns upon a brow so kind. 3 See! the blood is falling fast From His forehead and His side! Listen! He has breathed His last! With a mighty groan He died! Children, can you tell me why Jesus condescends to die? 4 He, who was a king above, Left His kingdom for a grave, Out of pity and of love, That the guilty He might save: Down to this sad world He flew For such little ones as you. 5 You were wretched, weak, and vile; You deserved His holy frown; But He saw you with a smile, And, to save you, hastened down: Listen, children, this is why Jesus condescends to die. 6 Come, then, children, come and see! Lift your little hands to pray; "Blessèd Jesus, pardon me, Help a guilty infant," say; "Since it was for such as I Thou didst condescend to die." Used With Tune: VERONA Text Sources: Hymns for Infant Minds, 1810