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May the grace of Christ our Saviour

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D7 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Let the voice of all creation

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D9 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing

Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #D12 (1884) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Doxologies, Benedictions, and Chants Languages: English

Author: Jaci C. Maraschin (1930-2009); Charles Wesley (1707-1788) Hymnal: Mil Vozes para Celebrar #II-2 (2019) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Languages: Portuguese Tune Title: CRISTO É MAIS

I would sing Thy love, my Saviour

Author: Jospeh Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #1 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: I would sing Thy love, my Saviour, O, how can I silent be! Though more sweetly, more sublimely Many touch the chords to Thee. In thy mercy in abundance, Not a stream but boundless main: Let me but rehearse the riches JESUS doth for worlds contain! Languages: English

“Behold the Man.”

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #3 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Jesus Christ is my Creator Lyrics: Jesus Christ is my Creator,— He formed sea and earth and air; Nature’s pillars stand unshaken On his power and constant care. By his fingers for a dwelling Was heaven’s vault sublime upreared: Jesus suffered when to save us He as man on earth appeared. Lofty Angels! God-like spirits, Clad in robes of ‘living light’: He who gave you all your glories, Him you worship day and night, Made his tent in human nature That in Him should man confide: Your Delight, your Source, and Centre Died—for man a Ransom died. Vast encircling Space! whose confines Stretch beyond creation’s pole! Worlds of magnitude appalling In thee unobstructed roll: 3 He in whom thou art containèd, Spread at first and peopled thee, Lay, an infant, in the manger, Died, a man, upon the tree. Countless Stars! through darkness peering; Silent sentinels of night! Worlds are ye of radiant brightness— Points to feeble human sight: He who spake and ye were kindled, And will be, when ye grow dim, Sun of souls, and Noon of heaven— Grief and death enshrouded HIM. Planets! with the Earth concentric, Speeding on your trackless ways,— Speeding in unbroken order From your distant primal days! He whose arm put you in motion— Who your orbits vast designed, Here was born a helpless infant, Here for sin his life resigned. Sun! the unexhausted fountain, Whence flow warmth and genial light, By whom Day to us is given Loaded with untold delight! He who hath with glory charged thee That we may not rudely gaze, Was on Calvary obscured— Well thou dark’nedst with amaze. Moon! who star-attended glidest Through the sky with queenly grace; Shining now in placid splendour, Veiling now with clouds thy face: He who hides thee—brings light to thee From that sun, whose Sun is He, Was eclipsed,—his beams were clouded, On the ignominious tree. Thunder! who within thy cradle Of the sable cloud dost rock: Rolling through expanse of heaven, Shaking earth with fearful shock! He who overawes the nations, In thy mighty noise confessed, Groaned and sighed with troubled spirit, By our guilt and sin oppressed. Lightning wild! thy child the Thunder, Thou dost wrap the world in fire: Sodom perished by thee stricken, Doomed by Heaven’s long-slumbering ire. He who formed thee—could command thee Earth to cleanse and man to slay, Gave Himself an expiation— Saved by death from Death his prey. Tempests! who disclose the caverns, Dungeons drear beneath the seas, Toying with the proudest navies, Hurling down the giant trees: He who curbs your wildest fury, Calms you like to infant’s breath, As a lamb Himself surrendered, Bowed his reverend head in death! Peer of Angels! space outreaching. Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show; Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest, Less in might sublime than THOU! For thy welfare, haughty Rebel, Thee from error back to bring, Jesus meekly bore thine insults: Weep—repent—believe—and sing! Languages: English

A Friend in Jordan.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #8 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Who amid the swelling billows Lyrics: Who amid the swelling billows Can sustain my sinking head? None but that divine Redeemer, Who upon the cross hath bled. If He through the stormy current O’er the wave my head will bear, If a gracious look vouchsafe me, I will praise Him even there. Languages: English

O Jesus, thou art standing

Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #10b (1883) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Languages: English Tune Title: ENDSLEIGH

“It is Good to be Here.”

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #12 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Here, behold the seat of mercy Lyrics: Here, behold the seat of mercy: Here, from doubt and fear release: Here a Refuge for the guilty: Here are joy and health and peace: Here a Covert near the Godhead, Where the vile may make their nest; Justice smiling fond approval, Honoured Law declares them blest. Languages: English

Self-Converse.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #14 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Heedless Soul of mine, bethink thee Lyrics: Heedless soul of mine, bethink thee Ere thine hours on earth are past,— Ere thou fly to spirit-regions, If thou real treasure hast. Where will be thine endless dwelling? Where thine everlasting home? What thy portion, joy or mourning, In the world beyond the tomb? When these eyes shall lose their lustre,— Fading with the failing breath, And roll, lightless, in the conflict, With inexorable Death; How wilt thou survive the anguish— How sustain all earthly loss, If thou know not the Redeemer, If thou cling not to his cross? Languages: English

Self-Reproach.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #15 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: O the weakness, O the folly Lyrics: O the weakness, O the folly, That my heart did e’er entwine Round a joy, or hope, or promise, Vain, unstable World, of thine! Thou with all thy proffered treasure Shalt ere long from me remove:— Turn, fond heart, with holy rapture, Unto God thy trust and love. Are there none of my companions, Will from life attend me forth, Or will fondly watch beside me In the cold and silent earth? All thy boasting this, O Friendship! Shedding tears and heaving sighs, When my need of thee is greatest, When thy doting votary dies? Languages: English

The Search.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #17 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: I had sought throughout creation Lyrics: I had sought throughout creation, Searched its vast, amazing whole, For an object to delight in, Adequate to fill the soul. After turning nature’s pages Forward, backward, o’er and o’er, I attained not satisfaction, But my longings grew the more. Then amid angelic orders Asked I if there were not one, Willing to extend his friendship To a wretched soul undone: Soon a lofty spirit answered, “No; there is not one of us, Can hold friendship with a spirit Fallen, guilty, wandering thus.” Shame and grief now overwhelmed me,— My sad heart was nigh to break, All my frame with terror trembled, And my tongue no more could speak; Then gushed forth a briny torrent, Down unto the crystal floor, Nothing through unending ages, Can from memory blot that hour. Then a glance in helpless sorrow Turned I to the central throne,— There I saw the Mediator Who for my life gave his own. “There is He,” I faintly whispered, “Read I not upon His face, That his heart is full of pity, Full, to sinful worms, of grace?” Then I drew unto his footstool, Prostrate fell before his seat; And I pleaded for his favour; Pointing to his hands and feet: “I will pour,” I said, “my sorrow And my need into his ear, All my grief I will unbosom: It is Jesus, need I fear!” Then while I a bosom opened, Full of darkness, want and sin, He a bosom full of mercy Opened to receive me in: Those kind hands which once were piercèd, Reached he forth to raise my head:— From that all-transporting moment All my hopeless longings fled. Languages: English

A Farewell.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #18 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Fly, Earth's gaudy, fading trifles Lyrics: Fly, Earth’s gaudy, fading trifles; Empty joys, no longer stay: Stand aside, vain schemes of profit: Gay companions, speed away! I depart, the Bridegroom cometh; I dare sport with you no more, But would with the wise now ready Enter ere He close the door. Come, ye thoughtless, enter with me, Flee, while Mercy saith there’s room: Flee, before the storm o’ertake you: Flee, ere your destruction come: Swiftly speeds the dread avenger, Swiftly speeds the judgement hour; Speed we to the refuge swiftly, While we have an open door. Languages: English

The Unseen.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #19 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Though unseen, O Lord, I love Thee Lyrics: Though unseen, O Lord, I love Thee, Wondrous is thy saving might, Thus to wean my soul so sweetly From its sinful chief delight: More Thou didst in one short instant Than a world could e’er have done, Winning Thee a happy dwelling In this sterile heart of stone. Languages: English

Los heraldos celestiales

Author: Pedro Castro; Charles Wesley, 1708-1788 Hymnal: Culto Cristiano #22 (1964) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Los heraldos celestiales Cantan con sonora voz: "¡Gloria el rey recién nacido, Que del cielo descendió!" Paz, misericordia plena, Franca reconciliación Entre Dios, tan ultrajado, Y el mortal que le ofendió. 2 La divinidad sublime En la carne se veló; Ved a Dios morando en carne, Y adorad al Hombre Dios. Emmanuel, Dios con nosotros, A la tierra descendió; Y hecho hombre, con los hombres Tiene ya su habitación. 3 ¡Salve, principe glorioso De la paz y del perdón! ¡Salve a Ti que de justicia Eres el divino sol! Luz y vida resplandecen A tu grata aparición, Y en tus blancas alas traes La salud al pecador. 4 Naces manso, despojado De tu gloria y esplendor, Porque no muramos todos En fatal condenación; Naces para que ya el hombre Tenga en Ti resurrección, Naces para que renazca A la vida el pecador. Topics: El Año Cristiano Navidad; Christian Year Christmas Languages: Spanish Tune Title: O DURCHBRECHER (CONQUEROR)

Kissing the Rod.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #23 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: Teach me Aaron's thoughtful silence Lyrics: Teach me Aaron’s thoughtful silence When corrected by thy rod; Teach me Eli’s acquiescence, Saying, “Do thy will, my God:” Teach me Job’s confiding patience, Dreading words from pride that flow; For Thou, Lord, alone exaltest, And Thou only layest low. Languages: English

Speaking unto God.

Author: Joseph Morris Hymnal: Favourite Welsh Hymns #24 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 First Line: How shall I my case discover Lyrics: How shall I my case discover, Who can estimate my grief! If a cloud thy presence darken, Nought can give my soul relief. Through the clouds let my entreaty— Let these sighs to Thee ascend, Till new light break o’er my spirit— Till thy gracious ear attend. All my groans, my sighs, and weeping, All my best resolves are vain, My most watchful thoughts avail not, Victory o’er sin to gain. Lord, His name I plead who suffered For lost man thy holy frown: See the reed, the cross, the scourging; See the robe, the thorny crown! Through the sole atoning merit Of the blood by Jesus shed, Scatter all the sin that hinders Heaven from shining on my head. Pardon all the great transgressions, Which I cannot count to Thee: Look for merits in my Saviour, Not, my righteous God, in me. If for sin He was afflicted, If the spear did pierce His side, If His hands and feet were nailèd, If flowed forth His vital tide; Let the fruit of that deep anguish, Let the purchase of that pain, Be imparted to my spirit— Shall the plea be made in vain! Languages: English