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Silent, like men in solemn haste

Author: H. Bonar Hymnal: Worship Song #777 (1905) Topics: People's Meetings Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Teach us how grave a thing it is

Author: Alan Gaunt Hymnal: Praise! psalms hymns and songs for Christian worship #831 (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Life Humbling and Restoration Scripture: Matthew 7:1 Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Let Us with Joy Our Voices Raise

Author: Roger Nachtwey, b. 1930; Roger Nachtwey, b. 1930; Silvio Antoniano, 1540-1603 Hymnal: Worship (4th ed.) #909 (2011) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Women Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Come Then, Thou Prophet of the Lord

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #951 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Come then, Thou prophet of the Lord, Thou great interpreter divine, Explain Thine own transmitted Word: To teach, and to inspire is Thine; Thou only canst Thyself reveal: Open the Book, and loose the seal. 2. Whate’er the ancient prophets spoke Concerning Thee, O Christ, make known, Sole subject of the sacred Book, Thou fillest all, and Thou alone; Yet there our Lord we cannot see, Unless Thy Spirit lends the key. 3. Now, Jesu, now the veil remove, The folly of our darkened heart; Unfold the wonders of Thy love, The knowledge of Thyself impart; Our ear, our inmost soul we bow; Speak, Lord, Thy servants hearken now. 4. Make not as Thou wouldst farther go, Our friend, and counselor, and guide, But stay, the path of life to show, Still with our souls vouchsafe t’abide, Constrained by Thy own mercy stay, Nor leave us at the close of day. 5. Come in, with Thy disciples sit, Nor suffer us to ask in vain, Nourish us, Lord, with living meat, Our souls with heavenly bread sustain; Break to us now the mystic bread, And bid us on Thy body feed. 6. Honor the means ordained by Thee, The great unbloody sacrifice, The deep tremendous mystery; Thyself in our enlightened eyes Now in the broken bread made known And show us Thou art all our own. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Great God, Who, Hid from Mortal Sight

Author: John Chandler Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1760 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Great God, who, hid from mortal sight, Dost dwell in unapproachèd light, Before whose throne with veilèd brow, Thy sinless angels trembling bow. 2. A while in darkness here below We lie oppressed with sin and woe; But soon the everlasting day Shall chase the night of gloom away. 3. The day prepared for us by Thee; The day reserved for us to see; A day but faintly imaged here By brightest sun at noontide clear. 4. Too long, alas! it still delays, It lingers yet, that day of days; The flesh, with all its load of sin, Must perish, ere its joy we win. 5. Then from these earthy bonds set free The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee; To see Thee, love Thee, and adore, Her blissful task for evermore. 6. All bounteous Trinity! prepare Our souls Thy hidden joy to share, That our brief daytime, used aright, May issue in eternal light. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Thou Hallowed Chosen Morn of Praise

Author: John of Damascus; John M. Neale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6679 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise, That best and greatest shinest; Fair Easter, queen of all the days, Of seasons, best, divinest! Christ rose from death; and we adore Forever and forevermore. 2. Come, let us taste the vine’s new fruit, For heav’nly joy preparing; Today the branches with the root In resurrection sharing: Whom as true God our hymns adore Forever and forevermore. 3. Rise, Zion, rise! and looking forth, Behold thy children round thee! From east and west, from south and north, Thy scattered sons have found thee; And in thy bosom Christ adore Forever and for evermore. 4. O Father, O co-equal Son, O co-eternal Spirit, In persons Three, in Godhead One, And One in power and merit; In Thee baptized, we Thee adore Forever and for evermore. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

To Realms of Glory

Author: Johan O. Wallin, 1779-1839; Claude W. Foss, 1855-1935 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6865 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: To realms of glory in the skies Lyrics: 1. To realms of glory in the skies I see my Lord returning, While I, a stranger in the earth, For heaven am ever yearning. ’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam, Far from my heavenly Father’s home. 2. Yet visions of the promised land By faith my soul obtaineth; There shall I dwell forevermore Where Christ in glory reigneth; In mansions of that bright abode, The city of the living God. 3. In that blest city is no night, Nor any pain or weeping; There is my treasure, there my heart, Safe in the Savior’s keeping; In Heaven, my risen Lord, with Thee May all my thought and living be. 4. How blessèd shall those servants be, O Lord, at Thy returning, Whose hearts are waiting still for Thee, Whose lamps are trimmed and burning; Them wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee In joy and peace eternally. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Let Us Go Forth

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12030 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: Silent, like men in solemn haste Lyrics: 1 Silent, like men in solemn haste, Girt as wayfarers of the waste, We pass out at the world’s wide gate, Turning our back on all its state; We press along the narrow road That leads to life, to bliss, to God. 2 We cannot and we would not stay; We dread the snares that throng the way, We fling aside the weight and sin, Resolved the victory to win; We know the peril, but our eyes Rest on the splendor of the prize. 3 No idling now, no wasteful sleep, From Christian toil our limbs to keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight No thought of yielding or of flight, No love of present gain or ease, No seeking man nor self to please. 4 No sorrow for the loss of fame, No dread of scandal on our name; No terror for the world’s sharp scorn, No wish that taunting to return; No hatred can our hatred move, And enmity but kindles love. 5 No sigh for laughter left behind, Or pleasures scattered to the wind, No looking back on Sodom’s plains, No listening still to Babel’s strains, No tears for Egypt’s song and smile, No thirsting for its flowing Nile. 6 No vanity nor folly now; No fading garland round our brow, No moody musings in the grove, No pang of disappointed love, But with brave heart and steady eye, We onward march to victory. 7 What though with weariness oppressed? ’Tis but a little, then we rest. This throbbing heart and burning brain Will soon be calm and cool again. Night is far spent and morn is near, Morn of the cloudless and the clear! 8 ’Tis but a little, and we come To our reward, our crown, our home! Another year, it may be less, And we have crossed the wilderness, Finished the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph won! 9 We grudge not, then, the toil, the way; Its ending is the endless day! We shrink not from these tempests keen, With little of the calm between; We welcome each descending sun; Ere morn, our joy may be begun! Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH

Kas mūsu vara, mūsu spēks (Our power, our strength)

Hymnal: Small Church Music #6898 Languages: Latvian Tune Title: EISENACH (Gesius, Schein)

Oh, World! Behold Upon The Tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8978 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Oh, world! behold upon the tree Thy Life is hanging now for thee; Thy Savior yields His dying breath; The mighty Prince of glory now For thee doth unresisting bow To cruel stripes, to scorn and death. 2 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well; Behold the drops of blood that tell How sore His conflict with the foe: And hark! how from that noble heart, Sigh after sigh doth slowly start From depths of yet unfathomed woe. 3 Alas! my Savior, who could dare Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear, What evil heart entreat Thee thus? For Thou art good, hast wrongèd none, As we and ours too oft have done, Thou hast not sinned, dear Lord, like us. 4 I and my sins, that number more Than yonder sands upon the shore, Have brought to pass this agony. ’Tis I have caused the floods of woe That now Thy dying soul o’erflow, And those sad hearts that watch by Thee. 5 ’Tis I to whom these pains belong, ’Tis I should suffer for my wrong, Bound hand and foot in heavy chains; Thy scourge, Thy fetters, whatsoe’er Thou bearest, ’tis my soul should bear, For she hath well deserved such pains. 6 Yet Thou dost even for my sake On Thee, in love, the burdens take That weighed my spirit to the ground: Yes, Thou art made a curse for me, That I might yet be blest through Thee; My healing in Thy wounds is found. 7 To save me from the monster’s power, The Death that all things would devour, Thyself into his jaws dost leap; My death Thou takest thus away, And buriest in Thy grave for aye, O love most strangely true and deep! 8 From henceforth there is nought of mine But I would seek to make it Thine, Since all myself to Thee I owe. Whate’er my utmost powers can do, To Thee to render service true, Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 9 Ah! little have I, Lord, to give, So poor, so base the life I live, But yet, till soul and body part, This one thing I will do for Thee The woe, the death endured for me, I’ll cherish in my inmost heart. 10 Thy cross shall be before my sight, My hope, my joy, by day and night, Whate’er I do, where’er I rove; And, gazing, I will gather thence The form of spotless innocence, The seal of faultless truth and love. 11 And from Thy sorrows will I learn How fiercely doth God’s anger burn, How terribly His thunders roll, How sorely this our loving God Can smite with His avenging rod, How deep His floods o’erwhelm the soul. 12 And I will study to adorn My heart with meekness under scorn, With gentle patience in distress, With faithful love, that yearning cleaves To those o’er whom to death it grieves, Whose sins its very soul oppress. 13 When evil tongues with stinging blame Would cast dishonor on my name, I’ll curb the passions that upstart; And take injustice patiently, And pardon, as Thou pardon’st me, With an ungrudging generous heart. 14 And I will nail me to Thy cross, And learn to count all things but dross: Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take; Whate’er is hateful in Thine eyes, With all the strength that in me lies, Will I cast from me and forsake. 15 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter sighs, The tears that from Thy dying eyes Were shed when Thou wast sore oppressed, Shall be with me, when at the last Myself on Thee I wholly cast, And enter with Thee into rest. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH