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Great God, how infinite art thou!
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Trinity Hymnal #22 (1961) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears;
To thee there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
5 Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
Amen. Topics: God Divine Perfections of; God Eternity of ; God Glory of; God Immutability of; God Infinity Scripture: Psalm 102:24-27 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, how infinite art thou!
Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #27 (1990) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
and pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
ere seas or stars were made:
thou art the ever-living God,
were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
stands present in thy view;
to thee there's nothing old appears;
to thee there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
and vexed with trifling cares;
while thine eternal thought moves on
thine undisturbed affairs.
5 Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
and pay their praise to thee. Topics: God His Infinity; God Eternity of ; God Immutability of Scripture: Psalm 102:17-27 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!
And Must I Be to Judgment Brought?
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #161 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: And must I be to judgment brought Lyrics: 1. And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?
2. Yes, every secret of my heart,
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.
3. How careful, then ought I to live,
With what religious fear!
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.
4. Thou awful judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.
5. If now Thou standest at the door,
O let me feel Thee near,
And make my peace with God, before
I at Thy bar appear.
6. My peace Thou hast already made,
While hanging on the tree;
My sins He on Thy body laid,
And punished them in Thee.
7. Ah! might I, Lord, the virtue prove
Of Thine atoning blood,
And know Thou ever livest above,
My advocate with God.
8. Receive the answer of Thy prayer,
The sense of sin forgiven,
And follow Thee with loving care,
And go in peace to Heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
And Must I Be to Judgment Brought?
That Awful Day Will Surely Come
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #330 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. That awful day will surely come,
Th’appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2. Thou lovely chief of all my joys,
Thou sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound, Depart!
3. The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear,
’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
4. What! to be banished from my Life,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death forever fly!
5. O, wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love.
6. Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.
7. O, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands!
8. Give me one kind assuring word
To sink my fears again,
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
That Awful Day Will Surely Come
Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2023 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, how infinite art Thou Lyrics: 1. Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
2. Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3. Nature and time quite naked lie
To Thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the great burning day.
4. Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears;
Great God! There’s nothing new.
5. Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
6. Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, How Infinite Art Thou!
In Grief and Fear, to Thee, O Lord
Author: William Bullock, 1798-1874 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2980 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. In grief and fear, to Thee, O Lord,
We now for succor fly,
Thine awful judgments are abroad,
O shield us, lest we die!
2. The fell disease on every side
Walks forth with tainted breath;
And pestilence, with rapid stride,
Bestrews the land with death.
3. O look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread,
And let Thine angel stand between
The living and the dead!
4. With contrite hearts to Thee, our king
We turn, who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
In Grief and Fear, to Thee, O Lord
But If Thou Wilt Not Save Us Here
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4484 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 But if Thou wilt not save us here
From the tormentor’s power,
Faithful to death we persevere,
And meet the fiery hour.
2 We will not bow our heart or knee,
And live to idols joined,
Assured the life we lose for these
In paradise to find. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
But If Thou Wilt Not Save Us Here
O Lord Of Life and Death
Author: John Ellerton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8069 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Lord of life and death, we come Lyrics: 1 O Lord of life and death, we come
In sorrow to Thy throne;
Yet not bewildered, blind and dumb,
Before some power unknown.
2 The scourge is our Father’s hand;
The plague comes forth from Thee;
Oh, give us hearts to understand,
And faith Thy ways to see!
3 Forgive the foul neglect that brought
Thy chastening to our door;
The homes uncared-for, souls untaught,
The unregarded poor;
4 The slothful ease, the greed of gain,
Tbe wasted years, forgive;
Purge out our sins by needful pain,
Then turn, and bid us live.
5 So shall the lives for which we plead
Be spared to praise Thee still;
And we, from fear and danger freed,
Be strong to do Thy will. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
O Lord Of Life and Death
God Bids, And Lo!
Author: James Merrick, 1720-1769 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8179 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: God bids, and lo! a burning waste Lyrics: 1 God bids, and lo! a burning waste,
Where rolled the floods before,
And, touched by the descending blast,
The springs are seen no more.
2 Sad witness of some dire offense,
Behold the fertile soil
No more its wonted gifts dispense,
But mock the tiller’s toil.
3 He bids, and o’er the desert wide
The liquid lake is spread;
New springs the thirsty earth divide,
And murmuring lift the head.
4 There myriads, late with hunger wan,
By Him assembled, meet;
There pleased the future city plan,
And fix their sure retreat.
5 And now they sow the foodful grain,
The tender vine they rear;
Now waves the harvest o’er the plain,
And plenty crowns the year.
6 Blest in His care, the sires with joy
A numerous race behold;
Nor dares disease their herds annoy,
Or waste the peopled fold.
7 His works attentive while it sees,
The Heav’n-instructed mind
Shall own, how equal His decrees,
His providence, how kind! Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
God Bids, And Lo!
Come, Lord In Mercy Come Again
Author: Nathaniel Colver Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8751 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, Lord, in mercy come again Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again,
With Thy converting power;
The fields of Zion thirst for rain,
O send a gracious shower!
2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress,
While sinners all around
Are pressing on to endless death,
And no relief is found.
3 Dear Savior, come with quickening power,
Thy mourning people cry;
Salvation bring in mercy’s hour,
Nor let the sinner die.
4 Once more let converts throng Thy house,
And shouts of victory raise;
Then shall our griefs be turned to joy,
And sighs to songs of praise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Come, Lord In Mercy Come Again
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9457 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: He’ll come, the Judge will surely come Lyrics: 1 He’ll come, the Judge will surely come,
Ye atheists mock no more;
His chariot wheels are hastening on,
The Judge is at the door.
2 Swift glide the streams of time along
To bring the awful day;
Each flying hour withdrawing says
The Judge will not delay.
3 See where the mighty angel stands,
Embracing sea and shore;
To Heaven he lifts his hand, and swears
That time shall be no more.
4 He swears—behold, the Judge descends
His office to complete;
The tribes of Adam trembling stand
Before the judgment seat.
5 Prepare, my soul, to meet thy judge,
Thy life throughout survey;
From evil cease, and learn the good
If Thou wouldst stand that day.
6 Washed in Thy Savior’s blood thy robes
Shall be both clean and white;
A holy soul can view its judge,
And triumph in the sight. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9800 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Then let the seventh trumpet sound,
The fiercest lightnings glare;
The mountains melt, the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air.
2 The huge celestial bodies roll
Amidst the general fire,
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire.
3 Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns,
When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.
4 Sublime upon His azure throne,
He speaks th’almighty word;
His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done,
And paradise restored.
5 So be it! let this system end,
These fading earth and skies;
The new Jerusalem descend;
The new creation rise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
The Bitter Waters
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12090 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
But now, awake, I find,
That sin has poisoned every stream,
And left a curse behind.
3 But there’s a wonder-working wood,
I’ve heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,
And take the curse away.
4 The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and prized by few;
Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too.
5 The cross on which the Savior died,
And conquered for His saints;
This is the tree, by faith applied,
Which sweetens all complaints.
6 Thousands have found the blest effect,
Nor longer mourn their lot;
While on His sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot.
7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,
Tho’ many griefs they meet;
They draw again from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
The Bitter Waters
Great God, how infinite art thou!
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal #96 (1921) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity; God Decrees of; God Eternal; God Infinite; Praise To God the Father In His Majesty Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, how infinite art thou!
In Anguish to the LORD I Cry
Author: David G. Preston Hymnal: Christian Worship #120A (2021) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In anguish to the LORD I cry,
my desp'rate prayer is heard:
"Save me, O LORD, from lips that lie
and ev'ry untrue word!"
2 What just reward will God command
for such deceitful souls?
A warrior's sharpest arrows and
the broom tree's burning coals!
3 Why must I spend this present life
with godless men like these?
Their savage hearts are set on strife:
my words are words of peace.
Topics: Affliction; Ascents; Courage; Lies; Peace; Prayer; Rescue ; Ten Commandments 8th Commandment (You shall not give false witness) Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English; Latin Tune Title: WINDSOR
In Anguish to the LORD I Cry
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne
Author: Joseph D. Carlyle Hymnal: The Hymnal #124a (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
O Lord, when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.
Our broken spirits, pitying, see;
True penitence impart;
And let a kindling glance from thee
Beam hope upon the heart.
When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosoms share
That is not wholly thine.
Let faith each weak petition fill,
And waft it to the skies,
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it, or denies.
Amen.
Topics: Ash Wednesday and Lent Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne
En lando malproksime for
Author: Cecil Frances Alexander; Adela Ŝefer Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #128d Lyrics: 1. En lando malproksime for,
sur verda monta pint',
krucume mortis la Sinjor',
de l' mondo la Savint'.
2. Ha! nedireble premis lin
doloroj kaj sufer'!
Li mortis, ĉar li amis nin
kaj ĉiun sur la ter'.
3. Por nia savo mortis li,
pardono al homar';
por ke ĉielon iru ni
tra ora portalar'.
4. Li sola povis doni sin
por helpi nin al bon';
li sola povas gvidi nin
al glora Dia tron'.
5. Ho, kare, kare amis li,
kaj elaĉetis nin!
Al lia sango fidu ni
kaj ĉiam amu lin. Topics: Passion Scripture: Mark 15:22-24 Tune Title: WINDSOR
En lando malproksime for
As By One's Sin Fell All Our Kin
Author: Emanuel Cronenwett Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #136 (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 As by one's sin fell all our kin,
Conceived and born sin-stained,
So by One's grace, who took the place
Of all, are all regained.
2 The blood-red tide from Christ's cleft side,
Shed for the good of all,
Is laver pure to cleanse and cure
All lost in Adam's fall.
3 Of it are born, though once forlorn,
The saints in Him baptized;
Its life receive all who believe
That Jesus is the Christ.
4 His righteousness is crown and dress
Of those who own Him Lord,
Who, sin-oppressed, find in Him rest
And keep His faithful Word.
5 To God be praise thro' endless days,
In whom we live and move,
God--Father, Son and Spirit--One,
The Triune God of Love!
Amen. Topics: Faith and Justification Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
As By One's Sin Fell All Our Kin
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne
Author: Joseph D. Carlyle Hymnal: University Hymns #139 (1924) Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne
Behold the Savior of Mankind
Author: Samuel Wesley, Sr. Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #176 (1941) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold the Savior of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark how he groans while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The Temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done; the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul!" He cries.
See where He bows His sacred head;
He bows His head and dies!
4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine.
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like Thine?
Amen. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday Scripture: Luke 23:46 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Behold the Savior of Mankind
My God, how wonderful Thou art
Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: The Hymnal #221 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord;
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!
How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power
And awful purity!
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears!
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
Amen.
Topics: Sundays after Trinity; Sundays after Trinity Faith Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
My God, how wonderful Thou art
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #449b (1939) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee
Author: Canon J. H. Gurney Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #517a (1939) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Faith and Penitence; Quinquagesima; Lent Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
Hymnal: Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) #574 (1997) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God Providence Scripture: John 6:32-35 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
Jesu, Our Lenten Fast of Thee
Author: Anonymous; John W. Hewett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3392 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Jesu, our Lenten fast of Thee
We duteous learn to keep,
A healing time, by Thy decree,
For all Thy wounded sheep.
2. A time in which towards paradise,
Once lost by carnal sense,
The souls redeemed by Thee may rise
Through chastening abstinence.
3. Now with Thy Church be present, Lord,
In all Thy saving grace,
And hear us as with one accord
Mourning, we seek Thy face.
4. Most Merciful, forgive the past,
The sins which we deplore;
Thy sheltering arms around us cast,
That we may sin no more.
5. To Thee our sacrifice we bring
Of Lenten fast and prayer,
Till, cleansed by Thee, our God and King,
Thy Paschal joy we share.
6. Grant this, O Father, through Thy Son,
And through the Spirit blest,
Who art with Them forever One,
Eternally confessed. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Jesu, Our Lenten Fast of Thee
Lord, I Would Spread My Sore Distress
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3829 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before Thine eyes;
Against Thy laws, against Thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2. Shouldst Thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heav’n would approve Thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3. I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame
And all my nature sin.
4. Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5. Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
And make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6. Let not Thy spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart
And fill it with Thy grace.
7. Then I will make Thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address Thy throne,
And turn to God again. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, I Would Spread My Sore Distress
My God, How Many Are My Fears
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4224 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
2. The lying tempter would persuade
There’s no relief in Heav’n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv’n.
3. But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.
4. I cried, and from His holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And He subdued my fear.
5. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.
6. What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.
7. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace,
While I Thy glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent’s teeth,
And death has lost his sting.
8. Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend Thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
My God, How Many Are My Fears
Today, O Lord, a Holier Work
Author: Charles Coffin; John Chandler & others Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6857 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Today, O Lord, a holier work
Thy secret counsels frame,
A king to rule Thy new made world,
To praise Thy glorious name.
2. Thou formest man: Thy Spirit breathes
Life into dust of earth:
Man, in Thine own true image made,
From Thee receives his birth.
3. And henceforth he dominion holds
O’er all in earth and sea;
Yet mindful whence his being came
Must humbly walk with Thee.
4. Alas! his willful heart rebels
Against Thy gentle sway;
Proud dust of earth would fain be like
The God whom all obey.
5. O griefs and sorrows numberless,
Which hence the world o’erspread;
Jesu, Thy mercy succored us,
Or hope itself had fled.
6. O praise the Father, and the Son
Who saved us by His death,
And Holy Ghost who quickens us
With His life giving breath. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Today, O Lord, a Holier Work
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7413 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1. Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.
2. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell
Among Thy praising saints,
Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3. Our fathers trusted in Thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4. Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5. But Thou art He who formed my flesh
By Thine almighty Word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6. Why will my Father hide His face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
7. Behold Thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8. From earth and hell My sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail My hands, they pierce My feet,
And try to vex My heart.
9. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The Son He loves so well?
10. My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to Thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought Me down
Low as the dust of death.
12. Father, I give My Spirit up,
And trust it in Thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at Thy command. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Why Should I Vex My Soul?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7677 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics: 1. Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?
2. As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon
In everlasting shades.
3. Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practice all that’s good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And He’ll provide me food.
4. I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait His will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfill.
5. Mine innocence shalt Thou display,
And make Thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
6. The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of Heav’n;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv’n.
7. Rest in the Lord, and keep His way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.
8. Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for He sees
Their day of vengeance come.
9. They have drawn out the threatening sword,
Have bent the murderous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.
10. My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Why Should I Vex My Soul?
Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7772 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try and trust His care.
2. No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
’Twill raise His saints on high.
3. He’ll give His angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.
4. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at His call,
And sent t’attend His sons?
5. Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter’s wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent’s head
Puts him beneath your feet.
6. Because on Me they set their love,
I’ll save them, saith the Lord;
“I’ll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.
7. “My grace shall answer when they call,
In trouble I’ll be nigh;
My power shall help them when they fall,
And raise them when they die.
8. They that on earth My name have known
I’ll honor them in Heav’n;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless live be giv’n. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race
The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er
Author: Archer T. Gurney Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The awful noontide gloom is o’er Lyrics: 1 The awful noontide gloom is o’er,
The darkness ebbs away;
The Maries linger to adore:
O, let us with them pray!
2 Yea, let us linger ’neath the cross
Where hangs the Lord of Life;
Now let us weep their bitter loss,
And mourn our carnal strife.
3 More calmly now each past offense
May we in grief review,
And weep our vanished innocence,
And feel despair our due.
4 Yet He upon the cross who lies
For us hath pardon won;
Thence blend we comfort with our sighs,
And laud the glorious Son.
5 The hours creep on—O rest we here
Beneath the cross’ shade!
We’ll keep our vigil, sad yet dear,
Till low our Lord is laid.
6 See! Joseph comes with spices’ store;
See Nicodemus aid:
They gaze upon their Lord once more
While daylight’s rays do fade.
7 With pious haste and pious awe
They soon their task complete;
From those blest hands the nails they draw
And free those sacred feet.
8 Then down the blessèd form they bear
And low on earth to lay,
And weeping bend in silent prayer,
Yet scarce for tears can pray.
9 Now see that gracious company,
The Maries, true Saint John,
And those twain lords of high degree
Now raise and bear Him on.
10 They bear Him to the new-hewn tomb,
There down their Lord they set,
And leave Him in the sacred gloom,
Their Lord, and Savior yet.
11 O silent tears, O sighs of pain,
How flowed ye fast and free!
For them, for us, the Lamb was slain
To all eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er
Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray
Author: Paul B. Henkel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12645 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Have mercy Lord, on us we pray Lyrics: 1 Have mercy Lord, on us we pray,
Thy grace to us reveal;
O turn Thy plagues from us away
Tho’ we deserve them well.
2 Thy punishments are justly due,
And answer to our crimes!
And we are made to feel them too,
In these distressing times.
3 Lord, what destruction death has made,
How has it swept our towns;
So many numbered with the dead,
In neighboring places round.
4 Death visits us in all our homes,
And there makes his abode:
And hurries mortals to their tombs,
That sink beneath his load.
5 Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn,
And pray with all our heart:
That God in mercy may return,
1 And bid our plagues depart. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray
In Thy Great Indignation, Lord
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13682 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord,
Do Thou rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand,
In Thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick,
Thy hand doth press me sore;
And in my flesh there is no health,
Nor soundness any more.
3 This grief I have because Thy wrath
Is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
For sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above my head
My great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
Too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt;
My folly makes it so.
I troubled am, and much bowed down;
All day I mourning go.
6 For a disease which loathsome is
So fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
No soundness doth remain.
7 So feeble and infirm am I,
And broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
8 O Lord, all that I do desire
Is still before Thy eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
Not hidden are from Thee.
9 My heart doth pant incessantly,
My strength doth quite decay;
As for my eyes, their wonted light
Is from me gone away.
10 My lovers and my friends do stand
At distance from my sore;
And they do stand aloof who were
Kinsmen and kind before.
11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares;
And they who would me wrong
Have spoken mischief, and deceits
Imagined all day long.
12 But as one deaf, I did not hear,
I suffered all to pass;
And as a dumb man I became,
Whose mouth not opened was.
13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
Are no reproofs at all:
For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God
Will hear me when I call.
14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they
Rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
Because my foot doth slide."
15 For I am near to halt, my grief
Is still before my eye;
I will declare my sin, and grieve
For my iniquity.
16 But yet my foes are full of life,
My enemies are strong;
And they are greatly multiplied
Who hate and would me wrong.
17 And they for good who render ill,
As en’mies me withstood;
They are my bitter foes because
I follow what is good.
18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
Far from me never be.
O Lord, Thou my salvation art,
In haste give help to me. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
In Thy Great Indignation, Lord
He Comes, He Comes! The Son Of God
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16116 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1 He comes, He comes! the Son of God
Descends from yonder sky;
Bright clouds compose His lofty seat,
And round Him angels fly.
2 Millions of millions trembling stand
Before His awful throne,
Summoned a strict account to give,
Of works which they have done.
3 Oh then may all my fears subside,
My sins and sorrows end,
And in the Judge may I behold
My Savior and my friend.
Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
He Comes, He Comes! The Son Of God
Al Celebrar la Santa Comunión
Author: desconocido Hymnal: Cántico Nuevo #102 (1962) First Line: Con gratitud, al celebrar Languages: Spanish Tune Title: WINDSOR
Al Celebrar la Santa Comunión
Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee
Author: John Hampden Gurney, 1802-1862 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #505 (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee,
and plead to be forgiven,
so let thy life our pattern be,
and form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill,
our daily cross to bear:
like thee, to do our Father’s will,
our brethren’s grief to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
our earthliness refine;
and kindness in our bosoms dwell,
as free and true as thine.
4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,
and grief’s dark day come on,
we in our turn would meekly cry,
'Father, thy will be done.'
5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
forgiving and forgiven,
O may we lead the pilgrim’s life
and follow thee to heaven. Topics: General Hymns Repentance and Forgiveness Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee
Jesus, the very thought of thee
Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #642 (1985) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills the breast;
but sweeter far thy face to see,
and in thy presence rest.
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find,
a sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,
the Savior of mankind.
3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who fall, how kind thou art:
how good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah, this
nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is,
none but who love him know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
in thee be all our glory now,
and through eternity. Topics: The Christian Life Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Jesus, the very thought of thee
My God, how wonderful thou art
Author: Frederick William Faber, 1814-1863 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #643 (1985) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, how wonderful thou art,
thy majesty how bright,
how beautiful thy mercy seat,
in depths of burning light!
2 How dread are thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
by prostrate spirits day and night
incessantly adored!
3 How wonderful, how beautiful,
the sight of thee must be,
thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
and aweful purity!
4 O how I fear thee, living God,
with deepest, tenderest fears,
and worship thee with trembling hope
and penitential tears!
5 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,
almighty as thou art,
for thou hast stooped to ask of me
the love of my poor heart.
Topics: The Christian Life Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
My God, how wonderful thou art
God Moves in a Mysterious Way
Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #461 (1976) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Providence, Divine; Unbelief; Works of God ; Sovereignty, God's Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE (Tye)
God Moves in a Mysterious Way
Great God, How Infinite
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #21 (1927) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, how infinite art Thou Topics: God Worship Scripture: Psalm 45:6 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, How Infinite
Great God, How Infinite
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #21 (2017) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, how infinite art Thou Topics: God Worship Scripture: Psalm 45:6 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Great God, How Infinite
Praise to the Holiest in the height
Author: John Henry Newman Hymnal: The American Hymnal for Chapel Service #136 (1922) Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Praise to the Holiest in the height
Thy Saints are crowned with glory great
Hymnal: The Oxford Hymn Book #224b (1920) Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Thy Saints are crowned with glory great
There Is a Green Hill Far Away
Author: Cecil F. Alexander, 1823-1895 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #114 (1978) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a green hill far away,
Outside a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
2 We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
3 He died that we might be forgiv'n;
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav'n,
Saved by his precious blood.
Topics: Holy Week; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
There Is a Green Hill Far Away
To Mock Your Reign
Author: Fred Pratt Green Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #304 (1985) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: To mock your reign, O dearest Lord Lyrics: 1 To mock your reign, O dearest Lord,
they made a crown of thorns,
set you with taunts along that road
from which no one returns.
They could not know, as we do now,
how glorious is that crown,
that thorns would flow'r upon your brow,
your sorrows heal our own.
2 In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord,
they snatched a purple cloak,
your passion turned, for all they cared,
into a soldier's joke.
They could not know, as we do now,
that though we merit blame,
you will your robe of mercy throw
around our naked shame.
3 A sceptered reed, O patient Lord,
they thrust into your hand,
and acted out their grim charade
to its appointed end.
They could not know, as we do now,
though empires rise and fall,
your kingdom shall not cease to grow
till love embraces all.
Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross; Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: John 19:2 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR / COLESHILL
To Mock Your Reign
There Springs a Fountain
Author: William Cowper; Nathaniel Micklem Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #305 (1985) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: There springs a fountain where for sin Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: Zechariah 13:1 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
There Springs a Fountain
There is a fountain filled with blood
Author: W. Cowper Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #314 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Atonement Tune Title: [There is a fountain filled with blood]
There is a fountain filled with blood
O Thou, from Whom all goodness flows
Author: Thos. Haweis, 1734-1820 Hymnal: Hymns #53 (1899) Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR AND ETON
O Thou, from Whom all goodness flows
In thy great indignation, Lord
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P6c (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In thy great indignation, Lord,
do thou rebuke me not;
nor on me lay thy chastening hand
in thy displeasure hot.
2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak;
have mercy upon me:
and heal thou me, O Lord, because
my bones much vexed be.
3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,
how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free,
save for thy mercy's sake.
5 Because of thee in death there shall
no more remembrance be:
of those that in the grave do lie,
who shall give thanks to thee?
6 I with my groaning weary am;
all night till morn appears,
through grief I make my bed to swim,
my couch to flow with tears.
7 By reason of my vexing grief
mine eye consumed is;
it waxeth old, because of all
that are mine enemies.
8 But now, depart from me all ye
that work iniquity:
because the Lord hath heard my voice
when I did mourn and cry.
9 Unto my supplication's voice
the Lord hath lent his ear;
when to the Lord my prayer I make,
he graciously will hear.
10 Let all be troubled and asham'd,
that enemies are to me;
let them turn back, and suddenly
ashamed let them be. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR (DUNDEE)
In thy great indignation, Lord
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