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Stricken, smitten and afflicted

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #81 (1893) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1 STRICKEN, smitten and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He! Tis the long expected Prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it: 'Tis the true and faithful Word. 2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting His distress; Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave. 3 Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great, Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the Sacrifice appointed! See who bears the awful load; Tis the Word, the Lord's ANNOINTED, Son of man, and Son of God. 4 Here we have a firm foundation; Here the refuge of the lost; Christ's the Rock of our salvation: His the name of which we boast; Lamb of God, for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. Topics: Passion Languages: English

Lamb of God, we fall before Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #81 (1918) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1 Lamb of God, we fall before Thee, Humbly trusting in Thy cross; That alone be all our glory, All things else are only dross. 2 Thee we own a perfect Savior, Only Source of all that's good. Every grace and every favor Come to us through Jesus' blood. 3 Jesus gives us true repentance, By His Spirit sent from heaven; Whispers this assuring sentence, "Son, thy sins are all forgiven." 4 Faith He grants us to believe it, Grateful hearts His love to prize; Want we wisdom?--He must give it; Hearing ears, and seeing eyes. 5 Jesus gives us pure affections, Wills to do what He requires, Makes us follow His directions, And what He commands, inspires. 6 All our prayers, and all our praises, Rightly offered in His name,-- He that dictates them is Jesus; He that answers is the same. Topics: The Redeemer Languages: English

Dark and thorny is the desert

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #83 (1854) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1. Dark and thorny is the desert, Through which pilgrims make their way; But beyond this vale of sorrows Lie the fields of endless day. Fiends, loud howling through the desert, Make them tremble as they go; And the fiery darts of Satan Often bring their courage low. 2. O, young soldiers, are you weary Of the troubles of the way? Does your strength begin to fail you, And your vigor to decay? Jesus, Jesus, will go with you, He will lead you to his throne; He who dyed his garments for you, And the wine press trod alone. 3. He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll; He who rides upon the tempest, And whose sceptre sways the whole. Round him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command; They are always hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. 4. There, on flowery hills of pleasure, In the fields of endless rest, Love, and joy, and peace shall ever Reign and triumph in your breast. Who can paint those scenes of glory, Where the ransomed dwell on high? Where the golden harps for ever Sound redemption through the sky? 5. Millions there of flaming seraphs Fly across the heavenly plain; There they sing immortal praise-- Glory! glory! is their strain: But methinks a sweeter concert Makes the heavenly arches ring, And a song is heard in Zion Which the angels cannot sing. 6. See the heavenly host, in rapture, Gaze upon this shining band; Wondering at their costly garments, And the laurels in their hand! There, upon the golden pavement, See the ransomed march along, While the splendid courts of glory Sweetly echo to their song. 7. O their crowns, how bright they sparkle! Such as monarchs never wear; They are gone to heavenly pastures-- Jesus is their Shepherd there. Hail, ye happy, happy spirits! Welcome to this blissful plain!-- Glory, honor, and salvation! Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign. Languages: English Tune Title: THORNY DESERT

Cold the bed and hard the pillow

Hymnal: Hymns and a Few Metrical Psalms (2nd ed.) #83 (1889) Meter: 8.7 Scripture: Romans 8:28 Languages: English

One thing's needful! then, Lord Jesus

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #83 (1918) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1 One thing's needful! then, Lord Jesus, Keep this one thing in my mind; All beside, though first it please us, Soon a grievous yoke we find; Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving, No true, lasting happiness ever deriving. The gain of this one thing all loss can requite, And teach me in all things to find true delight. 2 Soul, wilt thou this one thing find thee? Seek not 'midst created things; What is earthly, leave behind thee, Over nature stretch thy wings. For where God and Man both in One are united, With God's perfect fulness the heart is delighted, There, there is the worthiest lot and the best, My One and my All, and my Joy and my Rest. 3 How were Mary's thoughts devoted Her eternal joy to find, As intent each word she noted, At her Savior's feet reclined! How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling, While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing! For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot, And all was repaid in that one happy lot. 4 Thus my longings, heavenward tending, Jesus, rest alone on Thee; Help me, thus on Thee depending, Savior, come and dwell in me! Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, In love I will follow Thee, ne'er will I quit Thee; Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word; And is there a joy which thou dost not afford? 5 Wisdom's highest, noblest treasure, Jesus, lies concealed in Thee; Grant that this may still the measure Of my will and actions be. Humility there, and simplicity, reigning, My steps shall in wisdom forever be training. Oh! if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. 6 Christ, Thou art the sole oblation That I'll bring before my God; In His sight I've acceptation Only Through Thy streaming blood. Immaculate righteousness I have acquired, Since Thou on the tree of the cross hast expired; The robe of salvation for ever is mine, In this shall my faith through eternity shine. 7 Let my soul, in full exemption, Wake up in Thy likeness now; Thou art made to me redemption, My sanctification Thou. Whatever I need for my journey to heaven, In Thee, O my Savior, is unto me given; O let me all perishing pleasure forego, And Thy life, O Jesus, alone let me know. 8 Where should else my hopes be centered? Grace o'erwhelms me with its flood; Thou, my Savior, once hast entered Holiest heaven through Thy blood. Eternal redemption for sinners there finding, From hell's dark dominion my spirit unbinding, To me perfect freedom Thy entrance has brought, And childlike to cry "Abba, Father," I'm taught. 9 Christ Himself, my Shepherd, feeds me, Peace and joy my spirit fill; In a pasture green, He leads me Forth beside the waters still. Oh! naught to my soul is so sweet and reviving, As thus unto Jesus alone to be living; True happiness this, and this only, supplies, Through faith on my Savior to fasten mine eyes. 10 Therefore, Jesus, my Salvation, Thou my One, my All, shalt be. Prove my fixed determination, Root out all hypocrisy; Look well if on sin's slipp'ry paths I am hasting, And lead me, O Lord, in the way everlasting! This one thing is needful, all others are vain; I count all but lost that I Christ may obtain. Topics: The Redeemer Languages: English

Sitting in the twilight musing on the days that come and go

Hymnal: Hymns and a Few Metrical Psalms (2nd ed.) #86 (1889) Meter: 8.7 Scripture: Psalm 77:12 Languages: English

Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #87 (1854) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1. Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow, Learn from me your certain doom; Learn from me your fate tomorrow, Dead--perhaps laid in your tomb! See all nature fading, dying! Silent all things seem to pine; Life from vegetation flying, Brings to mind "the mouldering vine." 2. See! in yonder forest standing, Lofty cedars, how they nod! Scenes of nature how surprising, Read in nature nature's God. Whilst the annual frosts are cropping, Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So our friends are early drooping, We are like to one of these. 3. Hollow winds about me roaring, Noisy waters round me rise; Whilst I sit my fate deploring, Tears fast streaming from my eyes What to me is autumns's treasure Since I know no earthly joy, Long I've lost all youthful pleasure, Time must youth and health destroy. Languages: English Tune Title: THE MOULDERING VINE