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Meditad En Que Hay Un Hogar

Author: Pedro Castro Appears in 20 hymnals Scripture: Revelation 22 Used With Tune: [Meditad en que hay un hogar]

Meditad, oh pueblos todos

Appears in 3 hymnals Refrain First Line: Mas el que cree en Jesús Scripture: Genesis 3:19

Meditar en Jesús

Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Meditar en Jesús ha de ser mi afán Refrain First Line: Ven, ven, buen Jesús Used With Tune: [Meditar en Jesús ha de ser mi afán]

Meditating on Creation and Providence

Appears in 139 hymnals First Line: Lord, when my raptur'd thought surveys Lyrics: I. Lord, when my raptur'd thought surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid our souls adore. II. Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. III. The living tribes of countless forms, In earth and sea and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms, Almighty pow'r declare. IV. All rose to life at thy command, And wait their daily food From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhaustless spring of good! V. The meads, array'd in smiling green, With wholesome herbage crown'd; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round. VI. The fruitful tree, the blooming flow'r, In varied charms appear; Their varied charms display thy pow'r, Thy goodness all declare. VII. The sun's productive quick'ning beams The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams His gentle influence aid. VIII. The moon and stars his absent light Supply with borrow'd rays, And deck the sable veil of night, And speak their Maker's praise. IX. Thy wisdom, pow'r and goodness, Lord, In all thy works appear: And O let man thy praise record; Man, thy distinguish'd care. X. From thee the breath of life he drew; That breath thy pow'r maintains; Thy tender mercy ever new, His brittle frame sustains. XI. Yet nobler favours claim his praise, Of reason's light possest; By revelation's brighter rays Still more divinely blest. XII. Thy providence, his constant guard When threat'ning woes impend, Or will th' impending dangers ward, Or timely succours lend. XIII. On me that providence has shone With gentle, smiling rays; O let my lips and life make known Thy goodness, and thy praise. XIV. All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart; O teach me to improve Thy gifts with ever grateful heart, And crown them with thy love.

Meditating on the Cross of Christ

Author: Anonymous Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: Come, see on bloody Calvary

Meditating on the Redeemer's Sufferings

Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Recall, my heart, that dreadful hour Lyrics: I. Recall, my heart, that dreadful hour, When Jesus on the cursed tree Infinite pains and sorrows bore— Think, O my soul, was this for thee? II. See, crown'd with thorns that sacred head, With beams of glory once adorn'd! That voice, which heav'n and earth obey'd, Is now by traitors mock'd and scorn'd. III. And see those lovely melting eyes, Whence kind compassion often flow'd, Now rais'd imploring to the skies, For harden'd souls athirst for blood! IV. Those healing hands with blessings fraught, Nail'd to the cross with pungent smart! Inhuman deed! could no kind thought To pity move the ruthless heart? V. But oh! what agonies unknown, His soul sustain'd beneath the load Of mortal crimes! how deep the groan Which calm'd the vengeance of a God! VI. He groan'd! he dy'd! the awful scene Of wonder, grief, surprizing love, Forever let my heart retain, Nor from my Saviour's feet remove. VII. Jesus, accept this wretched heart, Which trembling, mourning, comes to thee; The blessing of thy death impart, And tell my soul, 'tis all for me.

Meditation

Author: T. F. Middleton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 83 hymnals First Line: As over the past my memory strays Lyrics: 1 As o'er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? 'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die. 2 The world and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employ'd; And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void. 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair Chase from my labouring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, That grace can do the rest. 4 My life's brief remnant all be Thine; And when Thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O speed my soul to Thee. Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871