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The Christian Missionary

Author: Thomas B. Murray Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How lovely are the silver rills Lyrics: 1 How lovely are the silver rills That down the mountain glide; How soft the dew on Zion’s hills, And Hermon’s loftier side. 2 But softer than the drops of dew, Than silver rills more fair, Is Gospel light, revealed to view In regions lone and bare. 3 What though in earthen vessels borne, Yet glorious ’tis to pour Instruction, like the beams of morn, On nations dark before. 4 So full of energy divine, The Lord’s enlightening Word Can make the cheerless desert shine A garden of the Lord. 5 What though the messenger be weak; E’en angels might rejoice To speak the words that he shall speak, Or listen to his voice: 6 When in a lone and savage place Some human footprints say, “Pursue, thou minister of grace, Thy heav’nly Master’s way. 7 “Go, find the lost, that they may live; The wanderers bring again; Nor seek, in what our hands can give, Rewards for half thy pain. 8 “In yonder tent a hardy race Invites the Shepherd’s care, To lead them to the throne of grace In penitence and prayer. 9 “Soon by those wild and simple ones Shall pious hymns be sung, And they shall breathe in Christian tones Their own, their native tongue. 10 “And happy thou, when life is past, And all is peace and rest, Should they, through thee, have learned at last The language of the blest! 11 “Thy fare is coarse, thy couch is hard, And thorns thy path attend; But think upon the great reward That crowns thy journey’s end. 12 "In all the scenes of life’s alloy Be this thy soul’s relief; Thy Master went not up to joy, But first He suffered grief." Used With Tune: BOARDMAN Text Sources: Lays of Christmas (London: Francis and John Rivington, 1847)

The chosen three, on mountain height

Author: David H. Ela Appears in 12 hymnals Used With Tune: BOARDMAN

O Thou In All Thy Might

Author: Frederick L. Hosmer Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 91 hymnals First Line: O Thou in all Thy might so far Scripture: Zephaniah 3:17 Used With Tune: BOARDMAN

Let All My Powers Unite To Bless

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Let all my powers unite to bless My Savior and my God, Proclaim aloud His richest grace, And spread His fame abroad. 2 When sore diseases threatened death, ’Twas He restrained their power, Did then prolong my fleeting breath, My feeble frame restore. 3 I mourned and chattered like a dove, And none could help afford, Till God in boundless grace and love, Pronounced the healing word. 4 He spake, and lo, afflicting pains My wasted limbs forsook; Death threw his poisoned dart in vain, For He repelled the stroke. 5 What shall I render to my God, For His distinguished love? With joy I’ll visit His abode, And all His gifts improve. Used With Tune: BOARDMAN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

O, what a gift the Father gave

Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: BOARDMAN

There Was No Angel

Author: Grace W. Hinsdale Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: There was no angel ’midst the throng Lyrics: 1 There was no angel ’midst the throng Which stood around the throne, Who could God’s justice satisfy, Or for man’s sins atone. 2 Nor could Jehovah’s love endure A messenger to send, To bear the sinner’s punishment, The guilty to befriend. 3 Not e’en the bursting floods of wrath Could quench the flames of love, Which shining hid the flashing sword The law unsheathed above. 4 The gracious Father speaks a word Into His dear Son’s ear, Which, echoing o’er the trembling earth, Dismissed our anxious fear. 5 And, when the weary ages passed, God to the world appeared; And in the Babe of Bethlehem His glory was ensphered. 6 No creature whom His hand had made Came with that word of hope; Nor was a creature’s strength required With Satan’s power to cope. 7 For God Himself in Mary’s son Brought grace and truth to light, And in the face of Jesus Christ We read His love aright. 8 Jesus, Thou art my Lord, my God, Kneeling I bow to Thee; For on Thy brow, though bruised with thorns, A crown divine I see. 9 And I can trust the mighty work Which must be done for me, To those dear hands of love and power, Now fastened to the tree. 10 If Thou wert less than one divine, My soul would be dismayed; But through Thy human lips God speaks, "’Tis I, be not afraid." 11 Yet, bruised and bleeding on the cross, I see Thy form divine; And, though upon the accursed tree, I joy to call Thee mine. 12 The sword which should have pierced my life Has entered Thy dear breast, And in God’s faithfulness to Thee My trusting heart shall rest. 13 Death and the tomb no power had To hide Thy glory, Lord; For Thou didst rise ’midst heavenly hosts, By whom Thou wert adored. 14 And after men were comforted By sight of Thee again, Thou didst ascend to God’s right hand, Their greater good to gain. 15 Thou wilt not leave my soul alone, To struggle to Thy side, But in my spirit’s helplessness Shall strength divine bide. 16 And, when I stand on Jordan’s waves, Thou shalt my weakness hold, Until at last my weary feet, Shall walk the streets of gold. 17 There, in that cloudless light serene, Before the shining throne I’ll worship at the feet of Him Who did for me atone. Used With Tune: BOARDMAN