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Our blessed bond of union

Author: Robert Murray, 1832-1909 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Christ, the Lord Jesus Presence of; The Church The Church of Christ; The Church of Christ Militant Used With Tune: CRÜGER

Psalm 72

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Hail to God's own anointed, who rules in equity Topics: Biblical Characters David; Christian Year Epiphany; Covenant; God Sovereignty; Jesus Christ Adoration and Praise; Jesus Christ Kingship, Conqueror; Jesus Christ Lord of Life; Jesus Christ Love of; Jesus Christ name; Jesus Christ Reign; Jesus Christ Second Coming; Jesus Christ Son of God/Man (David); Jesus Christ Youth; Justice; Kingdom of God; Oppression; Prayer; Prisoner(s); Processionals (Opening of Worship); Salvation; Second Coming; Time; Vision/Dream; Water Scripture: Psalm 72 Used With Tune: [Hail to God's own anointed]

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went

Author: Rev. William Croswell Appears in 201 hymnals Used With Tune: CRÜGER

Give thanks, my soul, for harvest

Author: William Watkins Reid, 1890- Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Give thanks, my soul, for harvest, for store of fruit and grain, but know the owner gives us that we may share again; where souls are lone and hungry, where needy children cry, with gifts from God’s rich bounty may thankfulness reply. 2 Give thanks, my soul, for riches of woodland, mine and hill, but know that gold and timber are the Creator's still, and God's on loan to stewards to fashion and to share, providing all earth's children the blessing of God's care. 3 Give thanks, my soul, for labours that strength and days employ, but know your Maker's purpose brings toil as well as joy. Where leads the path to error, where justice lies in chain, where hoarders cause new hunger, there must we strive again. 4 Give thanks, my soul, for beauty, for vision, hope and skill, for Christ, divine revealer of God's redeeming will. Show forth, O God, your purpose; direct our will and hand to share your love and bounty with all, in every land. Topics: God Will of; Harvest Thanksgiving; Hope; Social Concerns / Social Justice; Stewardship; Vision / Dream; Work Scripture: Psalm 50:10-11 Used With Tune: CRÜGER

Divine, Majestic Maker

Author: Marion Margaret Scott Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: CRÜGER

Whene'er Again Thou Sinkest

Author: J. Wilhelm Hey; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Whene’er again thou sinkest Lyrics: 1 Whene’er again thou sinkest, My heart, beneath thy load, Or from the battle shrinkest, And murmurest at thy God; Then I will lead thee hither, To watch thy Savior’s prayer, And learn from His endurance How thou shouldst also bear. 2 Oh come, wouldst thou be like Him, Thy Lord divine, and mark What sharpest sorrows strike Him, What anguish deep and dark, That earnest cry to spare Him, The trial scarce begun? Yet still he saith: "My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 3 Oh wherefore doth His spirit Such bitter conflict know? What sins, what crimes could merit Such deep and awful woe? So pure are not the heavens, So clear no noonday sun, And yet He saith: "My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 4 Oh mark that night of sorrow, That agony of prayer; No friend can watch till morrow His grief to soothe and share; Oh where shall He find comfort? With God, with God alone; And still He saith: "My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 5 Hath life for Him no gladness, No joy the light of day? Can He, then, feel no sadness, When heart and hope give way? That cup of mortal anguish One bitter cry hath won, That it might pass: "Yet, Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 6 And who the cup prepared Him, And who the poison gave? ’Twas one He loved ensnared Him, ’Twas they He came to save. Oh sharpest pain, to suffer Betrayed and mocked—alone; Yet still he saith: "My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 7 But what is joy or living, What treachery or death, When all His work, His striving, Seem hanging on His breath? Oh can it stand without Him, That work but just begun? Yet still He saith: "My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 8 He speaks; no more He shrinketh, Himself He offers up, He sees it all, yet drinketh For us that bitter cup; He goes to meet the traitor, The cross He will not shun— He saith: "I come, My Father, Thy will, not Mine, be done!" 9 My Savior, I will never Forget Thy word of grace, But still repeat it ever, Through good and evil days; And looking up to Heaven, Till all my race is run, I’ll humbly say: "My Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!" Used With Tune: HERRNHUT