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Softly Now The Day Is Ending
Author: Thomas Kingo Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #45 (1927) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Softly now the day is ending,
Night o’er hill and vale descending;
I will kneel before Thee, Lord.
Unto Thee my thanks I render
That Thou didst, in mercy tender,
Life and peace to me accord.
2 May Thy church Thy peace inherit;
Guide our leaders by Thy spirit;
Give our country strength and peace.
To the sinner, sad and dreary,
To each Christian, faint and weary,
Give Thou solace and surcease.
3 Keep me, Jesus, while I slumber,
Free from perils without number;
Shield me, Master, in Thy might,
That, released from sin and sorrow,
I may sing this song to-morrow:
Jesus was my sun this night. Topics: Morning and Evening Languages: English Tune Title: [Softly now the day is ending]
Softly Now The Day Is Ending
Softly Now The Day Is Ending
Author: Thomas Kingo Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #45 (1928) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Softly now the day is ending,
Night o’er hill and vale descending;
I will kneel before Thee, Lord.
Unto Thee my thanks I render
That Thou didst, in mercy tender,
Life and peace to me accord.
2 May Thy church Thy peace inherit;
Guide our leaders by Thy spirit;
Give our country strength and peace.
To the sinner, sad and dreary,
To each Christian, faint and weary,
Give Thou solace and surcease.
3 Keep me, Jesus, while I slumber,
Free from perils without number;
Shield me, Master, in Thy might,
That, released from sin and sorrow,
I may sing this song to-morrow:
Jesus was my sun this night. Topics: Morning and Evening Languages: English
Softly Now The Day Is Ending
Higher soars his eagle, higher
Hymnal: The Sarum Hymnal #48 (1869) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7
Higher soars his eagle, higher
Darkly rose the guilty morning
Hymnal: A Church Hymn Book #53 (1861) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Good Friday Languages: English
Darkly rose the guilty morning
To God Alone Be Glory
Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #55 (1867) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: How can it be, my highest Light! Lyrics:
How can it be, my highest Light!
That as before Thy face so bright
All things must pale and vanish,
That my poor feeble flesh and blood
Can summon a courageous mood
To meet Thee, and fear banish?
But dust and ashes what am I?
My body what but grass so dry?
What good the life I’m living?
What can I with my utmost pow’r?
What have I, Lord! from hour to hour
But what Thyself art giving?
I am a poor and feeble worm,
A straw, the lightest passing storm
Could drive away before it.
When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,
Dost on me e’er so lightly lay,
I know not how t’ endure it.
Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He
Who art all—all belongs to Thee,
And live and move I ever
In Thee—if Thou me terrifi’st,
No store of grace to help suppli’st
I can recover never.
I am unjust, but true Thy heart,
I evil am—Thou holy art,
This thought should shame be giving,
That I in such an evil stand,
Should from Thy mild paternal hand,
The least good be receiving.
Nought else but ill from infancy
Up e’en till now I’ve done to Thee,
In sin was I begotten;
And didst Thou not in faithfulness
My sin remit, and me release,
Lost were I and forgotten.
Let boasting then be far from me,
What is Thy due I render Thee,
To Thee alone be glory!
O Christ! may while I live below
My spirit, and what thence may flow,
With reverence adore Thee.
And if aught hath been done by me
That is well done, it came from Thee,
My pow’r could do it never.
Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,
All my life long Thy praise I’ll sing,
And tell Thy glory ever.
Languages: English
To God Alone Be Glory
Near the cross was Mary weeping
Author: J. W. Alexander Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #55 (1897) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Son - Sufferings and Death Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-5 Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
Near the cross was Mary weeping
Upward where the stars are burning
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Hymnal #57 (1921) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Heaven Anticipated; Heaven Christ in ; Opening of Service; Times of Worship Languages: English Tune Title: BONAR
Upward where the stars are burning
Upward where the stars are burning
Author: Rev. Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Hymnal #57 (1912) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Opening of Service
Upward where the stars are burning
En el huerto, arrodillado
Author: Desconocido Hymnal: Culto Cristiano #61 (1964) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 En el huerto arrodillado
Con su espíritu angustiado
Ved al santo Redentor.
Negra noche lo circunda,
La tristeza su alma inunda
De conflicto y de dolor.
2 Cerca duermen los amigos,
Ni socorro ni testigos
Hay en esta lucha cruel.
A Jesús inmaculado
Acongójale el pecado
De su descarriada grey.
3 ¿No podrá pasar de largo
Este cáliz tran amargo,
Sin beberlo el Salvador?
De la culpa es el tributo,
Pues Jesús el substituto
Quiere ser del pecador.
4 La salud nos asegura
Esta copa de amargura
Que bebe en Getsemaní.
Haz, Señor, que to adoremos,
Y tan sólo coloquemos
Siempre la confianza en Ti.
Amén.
Topics: El Año Cristiano Jueves Santo; Christian Year Holy Thursday Languages: Spanish Tune Title: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN
En el huerto, arrodillado
Go Forth, My Heart, And Seek Delight
Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #63 (1927) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight,
While summer reigns so fair and bright,
View God's abundance daily,
The bounty of these gardens see,
Behold how they for me and thee
Have decked themselves so gaily.
2 The trees with spreading leaves are bless'd,
The earth her barren soil has dress'd
In green so young and tender.
Narcissus and the tulip fair
Are cloth'd in raiment far more rare
Than Solomon in splendor.
3 Fast grows the wheat, like waving gold,
And gives delight to young and old;
They praise with glad thanksgiving
Him who through mercy measureless
Vouchsafed the soul of man to bless
With goods that grace his living.
4 Thy splendor, Lord, doth shine so bright
And fills us with such pure delight
While here on earth abiding;
What, then, may be in store for me
And all who heaven's glory see,
In golden halls residing?
5 Oh, choose me for Thy Paradise,
While yet I dwell beneath the skies,
But let me flourish ever.
With Thee alone will I abide,
Thine honor serve, and none beside,
Till soul and body sever.
Topics: Spring Languages: English Tune Title: [Go forth, my heart, and seek delight]
Go Forth, My Heart, And Seek Delight
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