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O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Gerhard Tersteegen Hymnal: LG1861 #59 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live, Who dost on us that sit in darkness shine, Our darkness ever with Thy Light dost strive, In vain Thou lur'st us with Thy beams divine; Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide, Gladly [will] I Thy searching glance abide. Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure Thy Light discovers there, do Thou destroy; The bitterst pain I willingly endure, Such pain is followed by eternal joy; Thou'lt cleanse me from my stains of darkest hue, And in Christ's image form my soul anew. I cannot stay the venomed power of sin, 'Tis Thy anointing only can avail; Oh make my spirit new and right within, Without Thee all my utmost efforts fail. Life to my cold dead soul I cannot give, Be Thou my life, so only shall I live. O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow All softly o'er my spirit's barren ground, The precious fulness of my God bestow, That where erst sin and shame alone were found, Faith, love, and holy reverence may upspring, In spirit and in truth to worship God our King. Oh let my thoughts, my actions and my will Obedient solely to Thy impulse move, My heart and senses keep Thou blameless still, Fixed and absorbed in God's unuttered love. Thy praying, teaching, striving, in my heart, Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart. O Fount, O Spirit, who dost take and show Things of the Son to us, who crystal clear From God's throne and the Lamb's doth ceaseless flow Into the quiet hearts that seek Thee here, I open wide my mouth, and thirsting sink Beside Thy stream, its living waves to drink. I give myself to Thee, to Thee alone, From all else sundered, Thou art ever near, The creature and myself I all disown, Trusting with inmost faith that God is here! O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we see None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee. Languages: English

Long in the spirit-world my soul had sought

Author: Albertini; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #78 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Long in the spirit-world my soul had sought Some friendly being, close to her akin; Long had prepared a dwelling in her thought And heart for such an one; for she could win Through Him alone her strength, for Him she yearned, Toward Him her fervent longing ever burned. And rich the world in things invisible, In heathen gods, and spirits great and small, And bright and dark; yet ever did she dwell Alone, for One was wanting 'mid them all; One having might and glory, rich in love, God, who as man could shame and weakness prove. Then came the Word, and took on Him our flesh, And dwelt with men, here in the world of sight, And made an end of strife, and linked afresh Our sinful earth unto the throne of light; Into His ancient glory He is gone, And yet He dwells with us till time be done. Thus, O my soul, hast thou received thy will; The glory of the world of ghosts is dim Before the One, who is and was, and still Shall ever be; all hearts are fixed on Him, And spirit worlds, since He is there, become Hallowed and safe to thee, thy proper home. Thou soarest now through all their heights sublime, And not as once dost empty back return, But gazing on Thy God, forgettest time Beneath His loving glance, whence thou wouldst learn How thou shouldst love, and know His Word aright: Ah, blest the love and faith that ask not sight! Languages: English

Am I a stranger here, on earth alone

Author: Raisner; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #24 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Am I a stranger here, on earth alone, When shall my weary days be past and gone? When shall I find some respite, some relief From this unsleeping pain, this haunting grief? The joyful sun another morning brings, I only wake to see care's piercing stings; The soft moon comes with silent night and sleep, And bringeth nought to me but time to weep. My heart and conscience sorely wounded lie, Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Most High! From morn to eventide where'er I flee, I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee! O Lord, be not so strict to mark my crimes! Great God, dost thou remember yet those times Of foolish thoughtlessness, when blind and young My heart to vain delights of earth still clung? Wilt Thou then always bear my sins in mind? What offering, what atonement can I find! Nought have I of mine own but sin and wrong, But love and mercy, Lord, to Thee belong! Oh therefore leave me not the wretched prey Of those who seek to take my life away! Yet though with streaming eyes to Thee I cry, No answering voice comes from Thy throne on high. Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe, While Thou dost fight against me as a foe; The zeal of Thy just anger and Thy might Have plunged my soul in blackest depths of night. I sit alone; with tears I bathe my cheeks, With bitter sighs and groans my spirit seeks, For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face, And hears not, as of old in happier days. O that I had a dove's swift wings! I'd fly Away to some far mountain lone and high, — Yet could I not escape His mighty hand Before whom all things bare and open stand. Nay, rather let me suffer all His will, Though His fierce anger beat upon me still, A willing heart and patient mind, O God! I bring to Thy sever but righteous rod. Much have I sinned, I perish utterly If my misdeeds be all avenged of Thee; Yet, Lord of Hosts, doth not thy Word proclaim, The Merciful is Thy most glorious name! Languages: English

Here, O my God, I cast me at Thy feet

Author: Anonymous; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #27 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Here, O my God, I cast me at Thy feet, Ready to suffer what Thou thinkest meet; Yet look on me, great God, with pitying eyes, Reward me not for mine iniquities! To oft, alas! my heart hath loved to stray Downward along Sin's broad and easy way; And worldly pride and carnal lusts most foul Were shameless cherished in my inmost soul. Thy Majesty have I offended, Lord, And set at nought Thy law, Thy holy Word; I had not learnt Thy righteous wrath to dread, Nor saw the vengeance gathering o'er my head. O wretched man, what evil have I wrought! Who may these heavy chains of sin unbind? Can man nor creature show me any place, Where I may flee and hide me from God's face! Nay, I must flee to God Himself, from whom Our life and help, our hope and safety come; What all the world must unaccomplished leave, Thou, for Thou art Almighty, canst achieve. Think on the covenant Thou hast never broken, Think on the steadfast oath Thyself hast spoken, Know that I am a God, Thy promise saith, Who hath no pleasure in a sinner's death. Then let the arms of love be round me thrown, Have pity on me, hear my bitter moan, Call back Thy sheep, that wandering far astray, Was lost in sin, nor knew its homeward way. Grant me to rule my inner life aright, And act and speak as ever in Thy sight, A friend to all true virtue, but a foe To all Thou hatest, sins and follies low. Thou Merciful! what thanks and praise shall be For Thy great goodness offered unto Thee, As is most meet, while here my days I spend, And yonder in the world that shall not end! Languages: English

How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road

Author: Gottfried Arnold, 1666-1714; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #73 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road By which Thou lead'st them on, yet oft how strange! But Thou in all dost seek our highest good, For Truth were true no longer, couldst Thou change. Though crooked seem the paths, yet are they straight, By which Thou draw'st Thy children up to Thee, And passing wonders by the way they see, And learn at last to own Thee wise and great. No human laws can bind Thy Spirit, Lord, That reason or opinion frame for us; The knot of doubt is severed by Thy sword, Or falls unravelled if Thou willest thus. The strongest bonds are weak to Thee, O God, All sinks and fails that would Thy course oppose; Thy lightest word can quell Thy stoutest foes, And desert paths are by Thy footsteps trod. What human prudence fondly strives to bind, Thy wisdom sunders far as east to west; Who long beneath the yoke of man have pined, Thy hand exalteth high above the rest. The world would scatter, Thou dost union give; She breaks, Thou buildest; what she builds is made A ruined heap; her light is nought but shade; Her dead Thy Spirit calls to rise and live. Is there an act our reason would applaud? Lo! in Thy book hast Thou the example given; But him whom none as wise and pious laud, Thou often lead'st in secret up to Heaven, As Thou didst leave the Pharisee, to go And eat with sinners whom all else forsook. Who can search out Thy purposes, or look Into the abyss of wisdom whence they flow? Our all, O God, is nothing in Thine eyes, Our nothing Thou regardest oft with love; Glory and pomp of words Thou dost not prize, Thy impulse only gives them power to move. Thy noblest works awaken not man's praise, For they are hidden, and he blindly turns Away, nor though he see, their light discerns, Too gross his sense, too keen their dazzling rays. O Ruler! We would bless Thee and adore, At whose command we live or turn to dust; When Thou dost give us of Thy wisdom's store, We see how true Thy care, and learn to trust. Thy wisdom plays with us as with a child, Who playing learns his Father loves him well; 'Tis love that brings Thee down with man to dwell, Love guides our faltering footsteps through the wild. Now seems to us o'er harsh and strict Thy school, Now dost Thou greet us mild and tenderly, Now when our wilder passions break Thy rule, Thy judgments fright us back again to Thee. With downcast eyes we seek Thy face again, Thou kissest us, we promise fair amends, Once more Thy Spirit rest and pardon sends, And curbs our passions with a stronger rein. Thou know'st, O Father, all our weakness well, Our impotence, our foolishness of mind; Almost a passing glance may serve to tell How weak are we, how ignorant, how blind, And so Thou comest with Thy help and stay, A father's rule, a mother's love are Thine; The lamb, on whom none else discern Thy sign, Thou carriest in Thy bosom day by day. The common ways are trodden not of Thee, Thy steps are seldom traced by mortal eyes, Yet art Thou near us, and unseen, dost see All hopes and wishes that within us rise. The bright reflection of Thy inner thought Is day by day before our eyes outspread; Who thinks he quickest hath Thy meaning read, Is oft another deeper lesson taught. O Eye, whose glance no falsehood can endure, Grant me to wisely judge, and well discern Nature from grace--Thy Light serene and pure From grosser fires that in and round me burn. Let no strange fire be kindled on the shrine Within my heart, lest I should madly bring The hated offering unto Thee, O King. Ah, blest the soul whose light is born of Thine! When reason contradicts Thy law, or climbs So high, she weeneth to know more than Thou, Break down her confidence, great God, betimes, And teach her lowly at Thy feet to bow. Nor let my proud heart dictate, Lord, to Thee, But tame the wayward will that seeks its own, And wake the love that clings to Thee alone, And takes Thy judgments in humility. Absorb my will in Thine; support and bear Onward in loving arms Thy timid child; Thy Spirit's voice dispels all doubt, all fear, And quells the passions erst so fierce and wild. Thou art mine All, since that Thy Son is mine; Oh let Thy Spirit work with power in me, With strong desire I thirst, I pant for Thee, Oh joy whene'er Thy glories round me shine! So shall the creature ever serve me here, Nor angels blush to bear me company; The perfect spirits to Thy throne most near, They are my brethren, waiting there for me; And oft my spirit joys to meet a heart, That loveth Thee and me and every saint. Is aught then left can make me sad and faint? Come, Fount of Joy! vain sorrows, all depart! Languages: English

Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done

Author: Heermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #33 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done, That such sharp sentence from Thy judge hath won? What are His crimes, and what the guilt, oh, tell Wherein He fell! They scourge Him, crown Him with a crown of thorn, They smite His face with bitter mock and scorn, They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His side, The Crucified! From head to foot was there no spot in me Unscarred by sin, from taint of evil free; My sins had weighed me down that I should dwell For aye in Hell. Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe? It was my sins that struck the fatal blow; Mine were the wrath and anguish, dearest Lord, On Thee outpoured. What strangest punishment! The Shepherd good For erring sheep here pours His own heart's blood, The servants' debts are on the Master laid, Who all hath paid. Oh wondrous love, love that no measure knows, That brought Thee, Christ, to drink this cup of woes! Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I, While Thou must die! O mighty King! mighty beyond all time! Fain would I sound Thy praise through every clime! A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought Long time hath sought. But human wisdom searches, Lord, in vain To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain. How shall my works, though toiling day and night, Thy love requite? Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please; I can renounce sweet sins and selfish ease, And quinch the unhallowed fires that back would lure To thoughts impure. But since my strength, alas, will ne'er prevail My strong desires upon the cross to nail, Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads To all good deeds. Then shall Thy mercy fill my every thought, I love Thee so, the world to me is nought; My sole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil Thy holy will. My all I risk to magnify Thy name, No cross shall daunt me, no reproach or shame; Man's fiercest threats I will not lay to heart, Nor Death's worst smart. In truth my sacrifice is nothing worth, Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cast it forth; Thou'lt put me not to shame but for love's sake My offering take. Lord Jesus, once on high amongst Thine own, Shall I stand crowned with light before Thy throne! Where sweetest hymns are ever ringing round, My voice shall sound. Languages: English

Christ Thou the champion of that war-worn host

Author: Löwenstern; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #45 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: Christ Thou the champion of that war-worn host Who bear Thy cross, haste, help, or we are lost; The schemes of those who long our blood have sought Bring Thou to nought. Do Thou Thyself for us Thy children fight, Withstand the devil, quell his rage and might, Whate'er assails Thy members left below Do Thou o'erthrow. And give us peace; peace in the church and school, Peace to the powers who o'er our country rule, Peace to the conscience, peace within the heart, Do Thou impart. So shall Thy goodness here be still adored, Thou guardian of Thy little flock, dear Lord, And heaven and earth through all eternity Shall worship Thee. Languages: English

Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high?

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Simon Dach Hymnal: LG1861 #55 (1861) Meter: 10.6.6.10.10.4 Lyrics: Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high? Then count the cost, and know That here on earth below Thou needs must suffer with thy Lord and die. We reach that gain to which all else is loss, But through the cross. Oh think what sorrows Christ himself has known! The scorn, and anguish sore, The bitter death He bore, Ere He ascended to His heavenly throne; And deemest thou, thou canst with right complain, Whate'er thy pain? Not e'en the sharpest sorrows we can feel, Nor keenest pangs, we dare With that great bliss compare When God His glory shall in us reveal, That shall endure when our brief woes are o'er For evermore! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Son of David! Raise

Author: Schmolck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #29 (1861) Meter: 10.8.6.10.10.10 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Son of David! Raise Triumphal arches to His praise, For Him prepare a throne Who comes at last to Zion--to His own! Strew palms around, make plain and straight the way For Him who His triumphal entry holds today! Hosanna! Welcome above all Thou art! Make ready each to lay his heart Low down before His feet! Come, let us hasten forth our Lord to meet, And bid him enter in Zion's gates, Where thousand-voiced welcome on His coming waits. Hosanna! Prince of Peace and Lord of Might! We hail Thee Conqueror in the fight! All Thou with toil hast won, Shall be our booty when the battle's done. Thy right hand ever hath the rule and sway, Thy kingdom standeth fast when all things else decay. Hosanna! best-beloved and noble Guest! Who makest us by thy behest Heirs of Thy realm with Thee. Oh let us therefore never weary be To stand and serve before Thy righteous throne, We know no king but Thee, rule Thou o'er us alone! Hosanna! Come, the time draws on apace, We long Thy mercy to embrace, This servant's form can ne'er Conceal the majesty Thy acts declare: Too well art Thou here in Thy Zion known, Who art the Son of God, and yet art David's Son. Hosanna! Lord, be Thou our help and friend, Thy aid to us in mercy send, That each may bring his soul An offering unto Thee, unstained and whole. Thou wilt have none for Thy disciples, Lord, But those who truly keep, not only hear Thy word. Hosanna! Let us in Thy footsteps tread, Not that sad Mount of Olives dread Where we must weep and watch, Until the far-off song of joy we catch From Heaven our Bethphage, where we shall sing Hosanna in the highest to our God and King! Hosanna! Let us sound it far and wide! Enter Thou in and here abide, Thou Blessed of the Lord! Why standest Thou without, why roam'st abroad! Hosanna! Make Thy home with us for ever! Thou comest, Lord! and nought us from Thy love shall sever. Hallelujah. Languages: English

I will not let Thee go; Thou Help in time of need!

Author: Wolfgang C. Deszler; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #25 (1861) Meter: 12.4.4.12.6.6.10.6 Lyrics: I will not let Thee go; Thou Help in time of need! Heap ill on ill I trust Thee still, E'en when it seems that thou wouldst slay indeed! Do as Thou wilt with me, I yet will cling to Thee, Hide Thou Thy face, yet, Help in time of need, I will not let Thee go! I will not let Thee go; should I forsake my bliss? No, Lord, Thou'rt mine, And I am Thine, Thee will I hold when all things else I miss. Though dark and sad the night, Joy cometh with Thy light, O Thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss? I will not let Thee go! I will not let Thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord! Not Death can tear Me from His care, Who for my sake His soul in death outpoured. Thou diedst for love to me, I say in love to Thee, E'en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord, I will not let Thee go! Languages: English

The day expires

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Freylinghausen Hymnal: LG1861 #92 (1861) Meter: 4.4.6.7.4 Lyrics: The day expires; My soul desires And pants to see that day, When the vexing cares of earth Shall be done away. The night is here; Oh! be Thou near, Christ, make it light within; Drive away from out my heart All the night of sin. The sunbeams pale, And flee and fail; O uncreated Sun! Let Thy light now shine on us, Then our joy were won. All things that move Below, above, Now with sleep are blest, Work Thou still in me, while I Calmly in Thee rest. When shall the sway Of night and day Cease to rule man thus? When that brightest day of days Once shall dawn on us. Ah! never then Her light again Jerusalem shall miss, For the Lamb shall be her Light, Filling her with bliss. Oh were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds is ringing; Where the saints Thee, Holy Lord, Evermore are singing! Lord Jesus, Thou My rest art now, Oh help me that I come, Radient with Thy light to shine In Thy glorious home! Languages: English

Leave all to God

Author: Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #67 (1861) Meter: 4.8.7.7.8.4 Lyrics: Leave all to God, Forsaken one, and stay thy tears; For the Highest knows thy pain, Sees thy sufferings and thy fears Thou shalt not wait His help in vain, Leave all to God. Be still and trust! For His strokes are strokes of love, Thou must for thy profit bear; He thy filial fear would move, Trust thy Father's loving care, Be still and trust! Know, God is near! Though thou think Him far away, Though His mercy long have slept, He will come and not delay, When His child enough hath wept, For God is near! O teach Him not When and how to hear thy prayers; Never doth our God forget, He the cross who longest bears Finds his sorrows' bounds are set, Then teach Him not. If thou love Him, Walking truly in His ways, Then no trouble, cross or death, E'er shall silence faith and praise; All things serve thee here beneath, If thou love God! Languages: English

God liveth ever!

Author: Zihn; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #14 (1861) Meter: 5.8.8.8.8.8.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Our God is good, in every place His love is known, His help is found, His mighty arm, and tender grace Bring good from ills that hem us round, Easier than we think can He Turn to joy our agony; Soul, remember 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Say, shall He slumber, shall He sleep, Who gave the eye its power to see? Shall He not hear His children weep Who made the ear so wondrously? God is God; He sees and hears All their troubles, all their tears. Soul, forget not 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! He who can earth and heaven control, Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land, Whose presence fills the mighty Whole, In each true heart is close at hand; Love Him, He will surely send Help and joy that never end. Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Scarce canst thou bear thy cross? Then fly To Him where only rest is sweet; Thy God is great, His mercy nigh, His strength upholds the tottering feet; Trust Him, for His grace is sure, Ever doth His truth endure; Soul, forget not in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! When sins and follies long forgot Upon thy tortured conscience prey, Oh come to God, and fear Him not, His love shall sweep them all away; Pains of hell at look of His, Change to calm content and bliss. Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes, Who stand bewildered with their woe, God gently to his bosom takes, And bids them all His fulness know; In thy sorrows' swelling flood Own his hand who seeks thy good. Soul, forget not in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Let earth and heaven outworn with age, Sink to the chaos whence they came; Let angry foes against us rage, Let hell shoot forth his fiercest flame; Fear not Death, nor Satan's thrusts, God defends who in Him trusts; Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! What though thou tread with bleeding feet A thorny path of grief and gloom, Thy God will choose the way most meet To lead thee heavenwards, lead thee home. For this life's long night of sadness He will give thee peace and gladness; Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. Languages: English

Rest of the weary! Thou

Author: Salomo Franck, 1659-1725; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #36 (1861) Meter: 6.6.11.6.6.11 Lyrics: Rest of the weary! Thou Thyself art resting now, Where lowly in Thy sepulchre Thou liest: From out her deathly sleep My soul doth start, to weep So sad a wonder, that Thou Saviour diest! Thy bitter anguish o'er, To this dark tomb they bore Thee, Life of Life--Thee, Lord of all creation! The hollow rocky cave Must serve Thee for a grave, Who wast Thyself the Rock of our Salvation! O Prince of Life! I know That when I too lie low, Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken; And thus I will not shrink From the grave's awful brink; The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be shaken. To me the darksome tomb Is but a narrow room, Where I may rest in peace from sorrow free; Thy death shall give me power To cry in that dark hour, O Death, O Grave, where is your victory? The grave can nought destroy, Only the flesh can die, And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay: Clothed by Thy wondrous might In robes of dazzling light, This flesh shall burst the grave at that last Day. My Jesus, day by day, Help me to watch and pray, Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid. Thy bitter death shall be My constant memory, My guide at last into Death's awful shade. Languages: English

When sorrow and remorse

Author: Gesenius; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #32 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.4.8.7.6 Lyrics: When sorrow and remorse Prey at my heart, to Thee I look, who on the holy cross Was slain for me. Ah Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt For me, O most unworthy, To take away my guilt. Oh wonder past belief! Behold the Master spares His servants, and sore pain and grief For them He bears. God stoopeth from His throne on high, For me His guilty creature, He deigns as man to die. Thou countless were the sins That weighed me to the dust, Christ's death for me the favour wins Of God most just. His precious blood my debts hath paid, Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. My heart is filled with ruth, Thinking on all Thou'st borne, How mighty love and tender truth Were crowned with thorn. In songs of thanks I'll spend my breath For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death. Thy Passion, Lord, inspires My spirit day by day, With strength from all low dark desires To flee away. This thought I fain would cherish most, What pain my soul's redemption To Thee, O Saviour, cost. Whate'er the burden be, The cross upon me laid, Or want or shame, I look to Thee, Be Thou mine aid. Give patience, give me strength to take Thee for my bright example, And all the world forsake. Let me to others do, As thou hast done to me, Love them with love unfeigned and true, Their servant be Of willing heart, nor seek my own, But as Thou, Lord, hast helped us, From purest love alone. And let Thy sorrows cheer My soul when I depart; Give strength to cast away all fear, And tell my heart That since my trust is in Thy grace, Thou wilt accept me yonder, Where I shall see Thy face. Languages: English

Come, deck our feast today

Author: Schmolck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #48 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Come, deck our feast today With flowers and wreaths of May, And bring an offering pure and sweet; The Spirit of all grace Makes earth His dwelling-place, Prepare your hearts your Lord to meet; Receive Him, and He shall outpour Such light, all hearts with joy run o'er, And sound of tears is heard no more. Thou harbinger of peace, Who makest sorrows cease, Wisdom in word and deed is Thine; Strong hand of God, Thy seal The loved of Jesus feel; Pure light, o'er all our pathway shine! Give vigorous life and healthy powers, O let Thy sevenfold gifts be ours, Refresh us with Thy gracious showers! O touch our tongues with flame, When speaking Jesu's name! And lead us up the heavenward road. Give us the power to pray, Teach us what words to say, Whene'er we come before our God. O Highest Good, our spirits cheer, When raging foes are strong and near, Give us brave hearts undimmed by fear. O golden rain from heaven! Thy precious dews be given To bless the churches' barren field! And let Thy waters flow, Where'er the sowers sow, The seed of truth, that it may yield A hundred-fold its living fruit, O'er all the land may take deep root, And mighty branches heavenward shoot. Thou fiery glow of Love! Let us Thy ardours prove, Consume our hearts with quenchless fire! Come, O Thou trackless Wind! Breathe gently o'er our mind! Nor let the flesh to rule aspire; Help us our free-born right to take, The heavy yoke of sin to break, And all her tempting paths forsake. Be it Thine to stir our will; Our good intents fulfil; Be with us when we go and come; Deep in our spirits dwell, And make their inmost cell Thy temple pure, Thy holy home! Teach us to know our Lord, that we May call His Father ours through Thee, Thou Pledge of glories yet to be! Oh make our crosses sweet, And let Thy sunshine greet Our longing eyes in clouded hours! Wing Thou our upward flight Toward yonder mountain bright, Girded about with Zion's golden towers! Forsake us not when our last foe Puts forth his strength to lay us low, Then joyful victory bestow! Let us, while here we dwell, This one thought ponder well, That in God's likeness we are made. As o'er a fruitful land Rich harvests waving stand, We, serving Him, bear fruits that never fade, Till Thou in whom all comfort lies, Lift us to fields above the skies, And bid us bloom in Paradise! Languages: English

The moon hath risen on high

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Claudius Hymnal: LG1861 #93 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.8 Lyrics: The moon hath risen on high, And in the clear dark sky The golden stars all brightly glow; And black and hushed the woods, While o'er the fields and floods The white mists hover to and fro. How still the earth! how calm! What dear and home-like charm From gentle twilight doth she borrow! Like to some quiet room, Where wrapt in still soft gloom, We sleep away the daylight's sorrow. Look up; the moon tonight Shows us but half her light, And yet we know her round and fair. At other things how oft We in our blindness scoffed, Because we saw not what was there. We haughty sons of men Have but a narrow ken, We are but sinners poor and weak, Yet airy dreams we build, And deem us wise and skilled, And come not nearer what we seek. Thy mercy let us see, Nor find in vanity Our joy; nor trust in what departs; But true and simple grow, And live to Thee below With sunny pure and childlike hearts. Let Death all gently come At last to take us home, And let us meet him fearlessly; And when these bonds are riven, O take us to Thy heaven, Our Lord and God, to dwell with Thee. Now in His name most blest My brethren sink to rest; The wind is cold, chill falls the dew. Spare us, O God, and keep Us safe in quiet sleep, And all the sick and suffering too. Languages: English

O Thou essential Word

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Laurenti Hymnal: LG1861 #6 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: O Thou essential Word, Who from eternity Didst dwell with God, for thou wast God, Who art ordained to be The Saviour of our race; Welcome indeed Thou art, Blessed Redeemer, Fount of Grace, To this my longing heart! Come, self-existant Word, And speak within my heart, That from the soul where Thou art heard Thy peace may ne'er depart. Thou Light that lightenest all, Abide through faith in me, And let me never from Thee fall, And seek no guide but Thee. Why didst Thou leave Thy throne, O Jesus, what could bring Thee to a world where e'en Thine own Knew not their rightful King? Thy love beyond all thought Stronger than Death or Hell, And my deep woe, this wonder wrought, That Thou on earth dost dwell. Then help me, Lord, to give My whole heart unto Thee, That all my life while here I live One song of praise may be. Yes, Jesus, form anew This stony heart of mine, And let it e'en in death be true To Thee, for ever Thine. Let nought be left within But cometh of Thy hand; Root quickly out the weeds of sin, My cunning foe withstand. From Thee comes nothing ill, 'Tis he doth sow the tares; Make plain my path before me still, And save me from his snares. Thou art the Life, O Lord! Sole Light of Life Thou art! Let not Thy glorious rays be poured In vain on my dark heart. Star of the East, arise! Drive all my clouds away, Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies Into the perfect day! Languages: English

Ah wounded Head! Must Thou

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #34 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Ah wounded Head! Must Thou Endure such shame and scorn! The blood is trickling from Thy brow Pierced by the crown of thorn. Thou who wast crowned on high With light and majesty, In deep dishonour here must die, Yet here I welcome Thee! Thou noble countenance! All earthly lights are pale Before the brightness of that glance, At which a world shall quail. How is it quenched and gone! Those gracious eyes how dim! Whence grew that cheek so pale and wan? Who dared to scoff at Him? All lovely hues of life, That glowed on lip and cheek, Have vanished in that awful strife; The Mighty One is weak. Pale Death has won the day, He triumphs in this hour When Strength and Beauty fade away, And yield them to his power. Ah Lord, Thy woes belong, Thy cruel pains, to me, The burden of my sin and wrong Hath all been laid on Thee. Behold me where I kneel, Wrath were my rightful lot, One glance of love yet let me feel! Redeemer, spurn me not! My Guardian, own me Thine; My Shepherd, bear me home: O Fount of mercy, Source Divine, From Thee what blessings come! How oft Thy mouth has fed My soul with angels' food, How oft Thy Spirit o'er me shed His stores of Heavenly good! Ah would that I could share Thy cross, Thy bitter woes! All true delight lies hidden there, Thence all true comfort flows. Ah well were it for me That I could end my strife, And die upon the cross with Thee, Who art my Life of life! My soul is all o'erfraught, O Jesus, dearest Friend, With thankful love to Him who sought Such woe for such an end. Grant me as true a faith, As Thou art true to me, That so the icy sleep of death Be but a rest in Thee. Yes, when I must depart, Depart Thou not from me; When Death is creeping to my heart, Bear Thou mine agony. When faith and courage sink, O'erwhelmed with dread dismay, Come Thou who ne'er from pain didst shrink, And chase my fears away. Come to me ere I die, My comfort and my shield; Then gazing on Thy cross can I Calmly my spirit yield. On Thee, when life is past, My darkening eyes shall dwell, My heart in faith shall hold Thee fast; Who dieth thus, dies well. Languages: English

If God be on my side

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #56 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: If God be on my side, Then let who will oppose, For oft ere now to Him I cried, And he hath quelled my foes. If Jesus be my Friend, If God doth love me well, What matters all my foes intend, Though strong they be and fell? Here I can firmly rest, I dare to boast of this, That God the Highest and the Best, My Friend and Father is. From dangerous snares He saves, Where'er He bids me go He checks the storms and calms the waves, That nought can work me woe. I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and His blood, For 'tis through Him that I have found The True Eternal Good. Nought have I of mine own, Nought in the life I lead, What Christ hath given me, that alone Is worth all love indeed. His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind He reigns, All care and sadness He dispels, And soothes away all pains. He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou God my Father art! When weakness on me lies, And tempts me to despair, He speaketh words and utters sighs Of more than mortal prayer; But what no tongue can tell, Thou God canst hear and see, Who readest in the heart full well If aught there pleaseth Thee. He whispers in my breast Sweet words of holy cheer, How he who seeks in God his rest Shall ever find Him near; How God hath built above A city fair and new, Where eye and heart shall see and prove What faith has counted true. There is prepared on high My heritage, my lot; Though here on earth I sink and die, My heaven shall fail me not. Though here my days are dark, And oft my tears must rain, Whene'er my Saviour's Light I mark, Lo, all is bright again. Who joins him to that Lord Whom Satan flies and hates, Shall find himself despised, abhorred, For him the burden waits Of mockery and shame, Heaped on his guiltless head; And crosses, trials, cruel blame, Shall be his daily bread. I knew it long ere now, Yet am I not afraid; The God to whom I pledged my vow, Will surely send His aid. At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save, I will not turn from Him. The world may fail and flee, Thou standest fast for ever, Nor fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee My trusting soul shall sever. No hunger, and no thirst, No poverty or pain, Let mighty princes do their worst, Shall fright me back again. No joys that angels know, No throne or wide-spread fame, No love or loss, no fear or woe, No grief of heart or shame — Man cannot aught conceive Of pleasure or of harm That e'er could tempt my soul to leave Her refuge in Thine arm. My heart for gladness springs, It cannot more be sad, For very joy it laughs and sings, Sees nought but sunshine glad. The sun that glads mine eyes Is Christ the Lord I love, I sing for joy of that which lies Stored up for us above. Languages: English

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