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Let God, The God Of Battle, Rise
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14452 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Key: e minor or modal Lyrics: 1 Let God, the God of battle, rise,
And scatter His presumptuous foes;
Let shameful rout their host surprise,
Who spitefully His power oppose.
2 As smoke in tempest’s rage is lost,
Or wax into the furnace cast;
So let the sacrilegious host
Before His wrathful presence waste.
3 But let the servants of His will
His favor’s gentle beams enjoy;
Their upright hearts let gladness fill,
And cheerful songs their tongues employ.
4 To Him your voice in anthems raise;
Jehovah’s awful name He bears:
In Him rejoice, extol His praise,
Who rides upon high-rolling spheres.
5 He, from His empire of the skies,
To this low world compassion draws,
The orphan’s claim to patronize,
And judge the injured widow’s cause.
6 ’Tis God who from a foreign soil
Restores poor exiles to their home,
Makes captives free; and fruitless toil
Their proud oppressors’ righteous doom.
7 ’Twas so of old, when Thou didst lead
In person, Lord, our armies forth:
Strange terrors through the desert spread,
Convulsions shook th’astonished earth.
8 The breaking clouds did rain distill,
And heav’n’s high arches shook with fear;
How then should Sinai’s humble hill
Of Israel’s God the presence bear?
9 Thy hand, at famished earth’s complaint,
Relieved her from celestial stores;
And when Thy heritage was faint,
Assuaged the drought with plenteous showers.
10 Where savages had ranged before,
At ease Thou mad’st our tribes reside;
And, in the desert, for the poor,
Thy generous bounty did provide.
11 When God His gracious word sent forth,
To make His chosen glad,
Numbers from east, south, west, and north
The joyful tidings spread.
12 Great kings of armies fled apace,
And met a fatal soil;
While those that stayed at home, with ease
And pleasure shared the spoil.
13 Though ye among the pots have lain,
Like doves shall ye appear,
With silver wings and gold divine,
From dross and mixture clear.
14 When God the potent kings expelled
From Canaan at His will,
The whiteness of His robes excelled
The snow of Salmon’s hill.
15 The hill of God, His chosen seat,
On Zion’s mount is found:
Not Bashan’s hill can boast such state,
Nor all the hills around.
16 Ye lofty hills, why leap ye so?
This is the hill of God:
Here He hath chose to dwell, and lo!
Here is His fixed abode.
17 His chariots numberless; His powers
Are heav’nly hosts, that wait His will:
His presence now fills Sion’s towers,
As once it honored Sinai’s hill.
18 Ascending high, in triumph Thou
Captivity hast captive led;
And on Thy people didst bestow
The spoil of armies, once their dread.
19 E’en rebels shall partake Thy grace,
And humble proselytes repair
To worship at Thy dwelling place,
And all the world pay homage there.
20 We bless the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with heav’nly food;
Who pours His blessings from the skies,
And loads our days with rich supplies.
21 He sends His sun His circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
22 Tis to His care we owe our breath,
And all our near escapes from death:
Safety and health to God belong;
He heals the weak, and guards the strong,
23 He makes the saint and sinner prove
The common blessings of His love;
But the wide difference that remains,
Is endless joy, or endless pains.
24 The Lord that bruised the serpent’s head,
On all the serpent’s seed shall tread,
The stubborn sinner’s hope confound,
And smite Him with a lasting wound.
25 But His right hand His saints shall raise
From the deep earth or deeper seas,
And bring them to His courts above;
There shall they taste His special love.
26 For benefits each day bestowed,
Be daily His great name adored;
Who is our Savior and our God,
Of life and death the sovereign Lord.
27 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere
Of ancient heav’n, sublimely rides;
From whence His dreadful voice we hear,
Like that of warring winds and tides.
28 Ascribe ye power to God most high
Of humble Israel He takes care;
Whose strength, from out the dusky sky,
Darts shining terrors through the air.
29 How dreadful are the sacred courts,
Where God has fixed His earthly throne!
His strength His feeble saints supports,
To God give praise, and Him alone. Languages: English Tune Title: SPIRES
Let God, The God Of Battle, Rise
For The Healing Of The Nations
Author: Fred Kaan Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14461 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Tune Key: d minor or modal Lyrics: 1 For the healing of the nations,
Lord, we pray with one accord,
For a just and equal sharing
Of the things that earth affords.
To a life of love in action
Help us rise and pledge our word.
2 Lead us forward into freedom;
From despair your world release,
That, redeemed from war and hatred,
All may come and go in peace.
Show us how through care and goodness
Fear will die and hope increase.
3 All that kills abundant living,
Let it from the earth be banned:
Pride of status, race, or schooling,
Dogmas that obscure your plan.
In our common quest for justice
May we hallow life’s brief span.
4 You, Creator God, have written
Your great name on humankind.
For our growing in your likeness,
Bring the life of Christ to mind;
That by our response and service
Earth its destiny may find. Languages: English Tune Title: PICARDY
For The Healing Of The Nations
O Holy Father, Righteous God!
Author: Paul B. Henkel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14468 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Tune Key: d minor or modal Lyrics: 1 O Holy Father, righteous God!
Our souls are filled with fear;
Thy punishments, Thy scourge and rod,
Have now approachèd near.
2 Distressèd and alarmed we stand,
To see our awful state;
Thy judgments on our guilty land,
Are what we must await.
3 Thy punishments are very just,
O Lord, we must confess;
We should be humbled to the dust,
Who have abused Thy grace.
4 How long have we abused Thy Word,
And run the sinful course;
Well we deserve to feel the sword
With all its weight and force.
5 In many ways have we been warned
To turn from these our ways;
But all Thy mercies we have spurned,
And slighted all Thy grace.
6 But O, the time is come at last,
When we must feel the shock;
God’s righteous sentence now is passed,
And justice strikes the stroke.
7 O, whither can such creatures flee?
Such as we are indeed!
But unto Thee, O Lord! to Thee
Whose promises we plead.
Languages: English Tune Title: OLD MARTYRS
O Holy Father, Righteous God!
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Author: Bartholomew Brown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14471 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Key: d minor or modal First Line: Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound Lyrics: 1 Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulfurous vapors rise.
3 Conscience, the never-dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o’erwhelmed with woe,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Racked with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood;
O let me in Thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Savior and my God." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
From Hands That Would Our Land Deflower
Author: Louis F. Benson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14472 Meter: 8.8.8.6 Tune Key: g minor Lyrics: 1 From hands that would our land deflower,
From selfish greed and grasping power,
From willful waste of freedom’s dower,
From pleasure’s flooding wave;
2 From all unrest by envy bred,
From all assaults by passion led,
From anarchy with banners red,
Good Lord, defend and save.
3 Let power and justice side by side
Bring civil peace and civic pride;
Still may the ancient order bide
Of law and liberty.
4 Keep firm the bond of brotherhood,
Keep green the memory of the good,
Defend the ramparts, where they stood,
With men who trust in thee. Languages: English Tune Title: ELLIOTT
From Hands That Would Our Land Deflower
എത്രയോ അത്ഭുതം തന് സ്നേഹം ആത്മാവേ!
Author: Simon Zachariah Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14477 Tune Key: d minor or modal Lyrics: 1 എത്രയോ അത്ഭുതം തന് സ്നേഹം ആത്മാവേ!
എത്രയോ ആശ്ചര്യം ആത്മാവേ!
ഹീനമാം ശാപം താന് ഏറ്റല്ലോ എന് പേര്ക്കായ്
എത്രയോ അത്ഭുതം തന് സ്നേഹം ആത്മാവേ!
എത്രയോ അത്ഭുതം തന് സ്നേഹം!
2 പാപത്തില് ഞാനന്നു വീണപ്പോള് താണപ്പോള്
ആഴത്തില് ആണ്ടപ്പോള് ആത്മാവേ!
ദൈവത്തിന് കോപത്തിന് തീയ്യാല് ഞാന് വെന്തപ്പോള്
ക്രൂശില് താന് മുള്മുടി ഏറ്റല്ലോ എന് പേര്ക്കായ്
സ്വര്ഗ്ഗം വെടിഞ്ഞു താന് എന് പേര്ക്കായ്.
3 ദൈവത്തിന് കുഞ്ഞാടെ സ്തുതിക്കും, ഘോഷിക്കും
ആനന്ദാല് കുഞ്ഞാട്ടിന് കൃപയെ
മാറ്റമില്ലാത്തോനാം യാഹേ ഞാന് സ്തുതിക്കും.
ലക്ഷങ്ങള് സ്വര്ഗ്ഗത്തില് പാടുമ്പോള് വാഴ്ത്തുമ്പോള്
ചേര്ന്നങ്ങു പാടും ഞാന് തന് സ്തുതി.
4 ചാവിനെ ജയിച്ചാല് പാടും ഞാന് പാടും ഞാന്
ദേഹി ജഡം വിട്ടാല് പാടും ഞാന്
ആര്ത്തു പാടീടും ഞാന് ആനന്ദാല് പാടും ഞാന്
നിത്യതയിങ്കലും നിര്ത്താതെ പാടും ഞാന്
നാഥനേ നിന് സ്തുതി പാടും ഞാന്. Languages: Malayalam Tune Title: WONDROUS LOVE
എത്രയോ അത്ഭുതം തന് സ്നേഹം ആത്മാവേ!
Him On Yonder Cross I Love
Author: Johann C. Rube; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14502 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Tune Key: e minor or modal Lyrics: 1 Him on yonder cross I love,
Naught beside on earth count dear!
May He mine for ever prove,
Who is now so inly near!
Here I stand: whate’er may come,
Days of sunshine or of gloom,
From this word I will not move;
Him upon the cross I love!
2 ’Tis not hidden from my heart,
What true love must often bring;
Want and grief have sorest smart,
Care and scorn can sharply sting;
Nay, but if Thy will were such,
Bitterest death were not too much!
Dark though here my course may prove:
Him upon the cross I love!
3 Rather sorrows such as these,
Rather love’s acutest pain,
Than without Him days of ease,
Riches false and honors vain.
Count me strange, when I am true,
What He hates I will not do;
Sneers no more my heart can move;
Him upon the cross I love!
4 Know ye whence my strength is drawn,
Fearless thus the fight to wage?
Why my heart can laugh to scorn
Fleshly weakness, Satan’s rage?
’Tis, I know the love of Christ,
Mighty is that love unpriced!
What can grieve me, what can move?
Him upon the cross I love!
5 Once the eyes that now are dim,
Shall discern the changeless love
That hath led us home to Him,
That hath crowned us far above:
Would to God that all below
What that love is now might know,
And their hearts this word approve:
Him upon the cross I love! Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH
Him On Yonder Cross I Love
എഴപ്പെട്ട ശിശുവാമീ
Author: William W. How; Rev. Thomas Koshy, 1857-1940 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14534 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Tune Key: a minor or modal First Line: എഴപ്പെട്ട ശിശുവാമീ- യൂദ പൈതൽ ഏതഹോ? Lyrics: എഴപ്പെട്ട ശിശുവാമീ- യൂദ പൈതൽ ഏതഹോ?
പശുക്കൂട്ടിൽ പിറന്നോനീ-ജീർണ്ണ വസ്ത്രം പുതച്ചോ?
1 സ്രിഷ്ടിക്കൊക്കെ ജീവനാഥൻ-എന്നെന്നേക്കും ദൈവം താൻ
ഉന്നതനാമീമഹേശൻ- ജാതം ചെയ്തോ ഈ വിധം?
2 അപ്പമോ വത്രമോ വീടോ-ഏതു മില്ലാതുഴലും
ദുഃഖമുള്ളോരിവനാരോ-സാത്താൻ മേലധികാരി
3 ദൈവമാം രക്ഷകനേശു-സ്വർഗ്ഗത്തിൽ താൻ നമുക്കു
ഭവനങ്ങളൊരുക്കുന്നു ഇല്ല കണ്ണീരവിടെ
4 ചോര ചിന്തിയൊഴുകാനും-നിന്ദാ നിഷേധങ്ങളാൽ
ഹാസ്യമാക്കപ്പെടുവാനും-ഹേതുവായോരിവനാർ?
5 ദാനം കൃപ തൻ സഭമേൽ-ചൊരിയും മാ ദൈവം താൻ
പ്രതികാരം ശത്രുവിന്മേൽ-നീതിയായ് നടത്തും താൻ
6 അക്രമികളോടു കൂടെ-ആണികളാൽ ക്രൂശിന്മേൽ
തൂങ്ങി നിന്ദ ദുഷികളെ-ഏറ്റീടുന്ന ഇവനാർ?
7 ഉന്നതെയാദ്യന്തമായ് ജീ-വിക്കും ദൈവം താനിവൻ
വാഴുന്നു താൻ നിത്യനായി-സ്വർണ്ണ നഗരമതിൽ. Languages: Malayalam Tune Title: EIFIONYDD
എഴപ്പെട്ട ശിശുവാമീ
Christ Is Risen
Author: Mary L. Butler Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14536 Tune Key: e minor or modal First Line: Hear the joy-bells ringing, ringing Refrain First Line: Christ is risen! Christ is risen! Lyrics: 1 Hear the joy-bells ringing, ringing,
In the far off towers swinging;
Hear the children’s voices singing,
Refrain:
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
Hallelujah! Christ is risen!
2 Far and near the chimes are telling,
On each word the sweet tones dwelling,
Soft and low, then loudly swelling, [Refrain]
3 Easter morn is saying, saying,
While its chimes are softly playing
And all hearts with joy are praying, [Refrain]
Languages: English Tune Title: [Hear the joy-bells ringing, ringing]
Christ Is Risen
Last And First
Author: John Henry Hopkins, Jr. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14541 Tune Key: e minor or modal First Line: Sadly in the gathering gloom Refrain First Line: Thus, while Nature is weeping Lyrics: 1 Sadly in the gathering gloom,
Sat three Marys by the tomb;
Lingering in the chill night air,
The last of all that laid Him there:
Therefore first their hearts were cheered,
Soon as their Lord they saw and heard.
Ere the early dawn appeared,
On Easter day in the morning.
Refrain:
Thus, while Nature is weeping,
Faith her vigil is keeping,
Till the glorious Orb of Day
Shall scatter the clouds away.
2 Fondly in their hands they bring
Spices for their Lord and king—
Aloes, cassia, incense, myrrh—
To fill the fragrant sepulcher:
Therefore first the risen Lord,
To the dear saints that thus adored,
Was like ointment sweet outpoured,
On Easter day in the morning. [Refrain]
3 To His grave the stone is rolled;
They, with weeping eyes, behold,
While His foes, with flouts and flings,
All seal it with their signet rings:
Therefore first of all saw they
Cherubim, who, in bright array,
Rolled that mighty stone away,
On Easter day in the morning. [Refrain]
4 Soon they see, with measured tread,
Roman guards approach the Dead;
Sword, and spear, and nodding plume
Encamp around the silent tomb:
Therefore they were thither led,
When, at the roar of earthquake dread,
Fast the fearful Romans fled,
On Easter day in the morning. [Refrain]
5 Last to kiss His feet were they,
When in death His body lay;
Last to weep, while they around
His limbs the linen grave clothes wound;
First, then, they hear angels tell
How the Lord Christ, our foes to quell,
Burst the bands of Death and Hell,
On Easter day in the morning. [Refrain]
6 Love now wins a new employ;
Last in grief is first in joy:
Woman shall proclaim to men,
That Jesus Christ is ris’n again!
We still hear the message sung,
Sweetly as when, from woman’s tongue,
First its thrilling raptures rung,
On Easter day in the morning. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Sadly in the gathering gloom]
Last And First
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