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Abide with me: fast falls the eventide

Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Hymnal #24 (1921) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Christ Abiding with Believers; Death Anticipated; Old Age; Times of Worship Languages: English Tune Title: EVENTIDE (MONK)

God Of Our Fathers

Author: Daniel Crane Roberts Hymnal: Hymns of Faith and Life #24 (1976) Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: God of our fathers, whose almighty hand Topics: The Worship of God Adoration Scripture: Psalm 22:3-4 Languages: English
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Father, again in Jesus’ Name we meet

Hymnal: The Hymnal Companion to the Book of Common Prayer with accompanying tunes (3rd ed., rev. and enl.) #24 (1893) Meter: 10.10.10.10
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Abide with Me

Author: Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847) Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #24 (1998) Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Abide with me: fast falls the eventide Lyrics: 1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; change and decay in all around I see: O thou, who changest not, abide with me. 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; what but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. 4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's dark sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. 5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Topics: Evening; Faith/Trust; Funeral Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English Tune Title: EVENTIDE
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Abide with me, fast falls the eventide

Author: Rev. Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Hymnal #24 (1912) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Evening
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Am I a stranger here, on earth alone

Author: Raisner; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #24 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Am I a stranger here, on earth alone, When shall my weary days be past and gone? When shall I find some respite, some relief From this unsleeping pain, this haunting grief? The joyful sun another morning brings, I only wake to see care's piercing stings; The soft moon comes with silent night and sleep, And bringeth nought to me but time to weep. My heart and conscience sorely wounded lie, Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Most High! From morn to eventide where'er I flee, I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee! O Lord, be not so strict to mark my crimes! Great God, dost thou remember yet those times Of foolish thoughtlessness, when blind and young My heart to vain delights of earth still clung? Wilt Thou then always bear my sins in mind? What offering, what atonement can I find! Nought have I of mine own but sin and wrong, But love and mercy, Lord, to Thee belong! Oh therefore leave me not the wretched prey Of those who seek to take my life away! Yet though with streaming eyes to Thee I cry, No answering voice comes from Thy throne on high. Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe, While Thou dost fight against me as a foe; The zeal of Thy just anger and Thy might Have plunged my soul in blackest depths of night. I sit alone; with tears I bathe my cheeks, With bitter sighs and groans my spirit seeks, For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face, And hears not, as of old in happier days. O that I had a dove's swift wings! I'd fly Away to some far mountain lone and high, — Yet could I not escape His mighty hand Before whom all things bare and open stand. Nay, rather let me suffer all His will, Though His fierce anger beat upon me still, A willing heart and patient mind, O God! I bring to Thy sever but righteous rod. Much have I sinned, I perish utterly If my misdeeds be all avenged of Thee; Yet, Lord of Hosts, doth not thy Word proclaim, The Merciful is Thy most glorious name! Languages: English

The Voice of God Goes Out through All the World

Author: Luke Connaughton, 1919-1979 Hymnal: Hymnal for the Hours #24 (1989) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Languages: English Tune Title: TOULON
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Compassed about with songs, my soul was still

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: Hymns and Meditations #25 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Compassed about with songs, my soul was still — But not for lack of light its bliss to see; Thy heart, my Father, could the temple fill, And its deep silence was a song to Thee. My mind reposed in its captivity, By the clear evidence of love subdued; I was content to die, that I might be Redeemed forever from my solitude. All that was in me to Thy throne aspired Longed for Thy heavenly glory to be meet, — Devotion was the joy to be desired, And the the thought of sacrifice was sweet. But He who knew my frame was training me For service needing strength that cannot wane, And teaching me my frail mortality By solemn reckonings of the weight of pain. I in my weakness — how was I to reign, When suffering was the only way to power? And would my spirit in His strength remain, When watching was a strife for one short hour? Conid I with steadfast heart myself deny? Could I with patient love the Cross endure? Should I be every day content to die, To keep my daily life in Him secure? Then with fresh sweetness, from the saints in light, One song of victory to my soul made known, How the hid treasure of the Church's might Was in the power of her Beloved alone. And then Thy glory to my heart was shown, Even as the glory of the blest above; — I knew Thy steadfast spirit was my own, By the pure joy of Thy reflected love. And the mind communed with me that was his Who said “When I am weak then am I strong” — Until the voice of my infirmities Made harmony with that triumphant song. Scripture: 2 Timothy 2:11-12 Languages: English

Savior, again to thy dear name we raise

Hymnal: The Oxford Hymn Book #25 (1925) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Languages: English
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While toil and warfare urge us on our way

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: Hymns and Meditations #26 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: While toil and warfare urge us on our way, And heart is answering heart in signs of pain, Have we no words of strengthening joy to say — No songs for those who suffer but to reign? O for the faithful mind, the steadfast eye, To keep our Leader's glory full in sight, And make our converse, even while we die, An interchange of triumph and delight. Behold, the paths of life are ours — we see Our blest inheritance where'er we tread; Sorrow and danger our security, And disappointment lifting up our head. Kings unto God, we may not doubt our power, We may not languish when He says, “Be strong” — We must move on through every adverse hour, And take possession as we pass along. Yes, all is for us — nothing shall withstand Our faithful, valiant, persevering claim; — The rod of God's Anointed in our hand, And our assurance His unchanging name. We need no haste where He, has said “Be still” — No peace where He has charged us to contend; Only the fearless love to do His will, And to show forth His honor to the end. O ye that faint and die, arise and live! Sing, ye that all things have a charge to bless! If He is faithful who hath sworn to give, Then be ye also faithful, and possess. Take thy whole portion with thy Master's mind — Toil, hindrance, hardness, with His virtue take — And think how short a time thy heart may find To labor or to suffer for His sake. Count all the pains that speed thee to thy rest Among the riches of thy purchased right, Yea, bind them in His name upon thy breast, As jewels for the Bride, the Lamb's delight. And love shall teach us while on Him we lean, That, in the certainty of coming bliss, We may be yearning for a world unseen, Yet wear our beautiful array in this. Ours be a loyal love for service tried, To show, by deeds and words and looks that cheer, How He can bless the scene in which He died, And fill His house with glory even here. Scripture: Genesis 13:7 Languages: English

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