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God Moves in a Mysterious Way

Author: William Cowper, 1731-1800 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,157 hymnals Lyrics: 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. 2 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence Faith sees a smiling face. 3 Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 4 You fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessing on your head. Topics: Pentecost 7 (Year B); Comfort and Rest; Faith; Trust, Guidance Used With Tune: BANGOR

O Thou, in all thy might so far

Author: Frederick Lucian Hosmer Appears in 91 hymnals Used With Tune: BANGOR

I am not worthy, holy Lord

Author: H. W. Baker (1821-1877) Appears in 76 hymnals Topics: God's Church Holy Communion Scripture: Matthew 8:8 Used With Tune: BANGOR

O love divine, of all that is

Author: John White Chadwick Appears in 20 hymnals Used With Tune: BANGOR

Lord, when we bend before thy throne

Author: Rev. J. D. Carlyle Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 330 hymnals Topics: Lent; Prayer Used With Tune: BANGOR

Creator of the Countless Stars

Author: Thomas Tiplady Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: BANGOR

Come, Spirit, come; for here below

Author: H. M. Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: BANGOR

Alas, My Aching Heart

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Alas, my aching heart! Lyrics: 1 Alas, my aching heart! Here the keen torment lies; It racks my waking hours with smart, And frights my slumbering eyes. 2 Guilt will be hid no more, My griefs take vent apace, The crimes that blot my conscience o’er Flush crimson in my face. 3 My sorrows like a flood Impatient of restraint Into Thy bosom, O my God, Pour out a long complaint. 4 This impious heart of mine Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to sin In presence of Thy sword. 5 As often have I stood A rebel to the skies, The calls, the tenders of a God, And mercy’s loudest cries. 6 He offers all His grace, And all His heaven to me; Offers! But ’tis to senseless brass That can nor feel nor see. 7 Jesus the Savior stands To court me from above, And looks and spreads His wounded hands, And shows the prints of love. 8 But I, a stupid fool, How long have I withstood The blessings purchased with His soul, And paid for all in blood? 9 The heav’nly Dove came down And tendered me His wings, To mount me upward to a crown And bright immortal things. 10 Lord, I’m ashamed to say That I refused Thy Dove, And sent Thy Spirit grieved away To His own realms of love. 11 Nor all Thine heav’nly charms, Nor Thy revenging hand Could force me to lay down my arms, And bow to Thy command. 12 Lord, ’tis against Thy face My sins like arrows rise, And yet, and yet, O matchless grace Thy thunder silent lies. 13 O shall I never feel The meltings of Thy love? Am I of such hell-hardened steel That mercy cannot move? 14 Now for one powerful glance Dear Savior, from Thy face! This rebel heart no more withstands, But sinks beneath Thy grace. 15 O’ercome by dying love I fall, And at Thy cross I lie; I throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and die. 16 Rise, says the Prince of mercy, rise; With joy and pity in His eyes: “Rise and behold My wounded veins; Here flows the blood to wash thy stains. 17 See, My great Father’s reconciled: He said, and lo, the Father smiled; The joyful cherubs clapped their wings, And sounded grace on all their strings. Used With Tune: BANGOR Text Sources: Horae Lyricae, 1706-09, Book 1