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I Serve a Risen Savior
Author: Alfred H. Ackley Hymnal: Hymns for the Living Church #158 (1974) Topics: Christ Ever-living Refrain First Line: He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today! Scripture: Philippians 3:10 Languages: English Tune Title: ACKLEY
I Serve a Risen Savior
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #178 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Lyrics: 1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amidst the race;
Disease and death at his command
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,
And must thy children die so soon?
3 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age."
4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;
Heaven is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade;
And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside;
But still thy throne stands firm on high,
Thy church forever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live;
And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #178 (1790) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Lyrics: 1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amidst the race;
Disease and death at his command
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,
And must thy children die so soon?
3 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age."
4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;
Heaven is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade;
And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside:
But still thy throne stands firm on high,
Thy church forever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live;
And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #189 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Lyrics: 1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amidst the race;
Disease and death at his command
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,
And must thy children die so soon?
3 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age."
4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;
Heaven is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade;
And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside;
But still thy throne stands firm on high;
Thy church forever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live;
And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #189 (1787) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Lyrics: 1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amidst the race;
Disease and death at his command
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,
And must thy children die so soon?
3 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
:Christ is the same through every age."
4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;
Heaven is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade;
And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside:
But still thy throne stands firm on high;
Thy church forever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live;
And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English
Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the Church lives
Yesterday He Died for Me
Author: Jack Wyrtzen Hymnal: Hymns for the Living Church #284 (1974) Meter: Irregular Topics: Christ Ever-living First Line: Yesterday He died for me, yesterday, yesterday Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:3 Languages: English Tune Title: YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW
Yesterday He Died for Me
Jesus Lives and So Shall I
Author: J. D. Lang; Christian F. Gellert Hymnal: Hymns for the Living Church #159 (1974) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: Christ Ever-living Lyrics: 1 Jesus lives and so shall I.
Death! thy sting is gone forever,
He who deigned for me to die,
Lives the bands of death to sever.
He shall raise me with the just;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
2 Jesus lives and reigns supreme;
And, His kingdom still remaining,
I shall also be with Him,
Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised: be it must;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
3 Jesus lives, I know full well,
Naught from Him my heart can sever,
Life nor death nor powers of hell,
Joy nor grief hence forth forever.
None of all His saints is lost;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
4 Jesus lives, and death is now
But my entrance into glory.
Courage then, my soul, for thou
Hast a crown of life before thee;
Thou shalt find thy hopes were just;
Jesus is the Christian's Trust.
Amen. Scripture: John 14:19 Languages: English Tune Title: ZUVERSICHT
Jesus Lives and So Shall I
Life of Our Lives He Lives Today
Author: John G. Whittier Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #177 (1912) Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ The Living Christ First Line: Immortal Love, forever full Tune Title: SERENITY
Life of Our Lives He Lives Today
I know that my Redeemer lives
Author: Samuel Medley, 1738-1799 Hymnal: The Hymnal #186 (1956) Topics: Christ The Living Scripture: Job 19:25 Tune Title: TRURO
I know that my Redeemer lives
Immortal Love, forever full
Author: John G. Whittier Hymnal: The Hymnal #178 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 Immortal Love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!
2 We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.
3 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
4 The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.
Amen. Tune Title: SERENITY
Immortal Love, forever full
I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Author: Rev. Harry Webb Farrington Hymnal: The Hymnal #181 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
Could in the Godhead be;
I only know the Manger Child
Has brought God's life to me.
2 I know not how that Calvary's cross
A world from sin could free;
I only know its matchless love
Has brought God's love to me.
3 I know not how that Joseph's tomb
Could solve death's mystery;
I only know a living Christ,
Our immortality.
Amen. Tune Title: EXETER
I know not how that Bethlehem's Babe
I hunger and I thirst
Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #331 (1899) Topics: Christ Living Bread; Christ Living Bread Lyrics: 1 I hunger and I thirst;
Jesus, my manna be;
Ye living waters, burst
Out of the Rock for me.
Thou bruised and broken Bread!
My life-long wants supply;
As living souls are fed,
Oh, feed me or I die.
2 Thou true life-giving Vine!
Let me Thy sweetness prove;
Renew my life with Thine,
Refresh my soul with love.
Rough paths my feet have trod,
Since first their course began;
Feed me, Thou Bread of God!
Help me, Thou Son of Man!
3 For still the desert lies
My thirsting soul before,
O Living Waters! rise
Within me evermore.
To Father, and to Son,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Eternal Three in One,
Eternal glory be.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBER
I hunger and I thirst
O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender
Author: Frank Fletcher Hymnal: The Hymnal #177 (1950) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 O Son of Man, our Hero strong and tender,
Whose servants are the brave in all the earth,
Our living sacrifice to Thee we render,
Who sharest all our sorrows, all our mirth.
2 O feet so strong to climb the path of duty,
O lips divine that taught the words of truth,
Kind eyes that marked the lilies in their beauty,
And heart that kindled at the zeal of youth;
3 Lover of children, boyhood's inspiration,
Of all mankind the Servant and the King;
O Lord of joy and hope and consolation,
To Thee our fears and joys and hopes we bring.
4 Not in our failures only and our sadness
We seek Thy presence, Comforter and Friend;
O rich man's Guest, be with us in our gladness,
O poor man's Mate, our lowliest tasks attend.
Amen. Tune Title: CHARTERHOUSE
O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #176 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
A Prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A Prayer of the afflicted
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #177 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #177 (1790) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promis'd hour:
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
Prayer heard, and Zion restored
We bear the strain of earthly care
Author: Rev. Ozora Stearns Davis Hymnal: The Hymnal #179 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Jesus Christ the Lord His Living Presence; Christ Presence, His Living Lyrics: 1 We bear the strain of earthly care,
But bear it not alone;
Beside us walks our Brother Christ
And makes our task His own.
2 Through din of market, whirl of wheels,
And thrust of driving trade,
We follow where the Master leads,
Serene and unafraid.
3 The common hopes that make us men
Were His in Galilee;
The tasks He gives are those He gave
Beside the restless sea.
4 Our brotherhood still rests in Him,
The Brother of us all,
And o'er the centuries still we hear
The Master's winsome call.
Amen. Tune Title: AZMON
We bear the strain of earthly care
A prayer of the afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #187 (1786) Topics: Saints die but, Christ lives; Saints die but, Christ lives First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in dispair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening-shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
A prayer of the afflicted
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