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He Gave Himself
Author: Georgiana M. Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10081 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: He "gave Himself for me"; oh, blessed word! Lyrics: 1 He "gave Himself for me"; oh, blessed word!
Oh, gift that has my deepest longings stirred
To yield myself to Him; henceforth to be
Entirely His who gave Himself for me!
2 His life for me!—spent in this world of sin,
That He to God poor outcast souls might win;
His life for me!—laid down in matchless love,
Now occupied for me in Heaven above.
3 His mind for me! His wisdom formed the plan
Whereby release was brought to guilty man.
His will for me!—not slow to carry out
That plan whereby He frees from sin and doubt.
4 His heart for me! Its life-blood freely shed
To save the sinner—suffering in his stead;
And still His heart for me, to feel my grief,
To bear my burden, and to give relief.
5 His voice for me! He speaks that I may know
The One who pities—yea, who loves me so.
His hands for me!—once pierced by cruel nail,
Now raised in prayer, lest my weak faith should fail.
6 His feet for me!—that this world weary trod,
Now coming soon to take me home to God.
His eye, His ear, His riches, all for me—
And all my own for all eternity!
Languages: English Tune Title: ELLERS
He Gave Himself
O Holy Spirit
Author: Christina Forsyth, 1825-1859 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10171 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: O Holy Spirit! now descend on me Lyrics: 1 O Holy Spirit! now descend on me,
As showers of rain upon a thirsty ground,
Cause me to flourish as a spreading tree;
May all Thy precious fruits in me be found.
2 Be Thou my teacher; to my soul reveal
The breadth and depth and height of Jesus’ love;
Now on my soul Thy blest instruction seal,
Raising my thought and heart to things above.
3 Be Thou my comforter; when I’m distressed,
Oh, gently soothe my sorrows, calm my grief;
Help me to find upon my Savior’s breast,
In every hour of trial, sure relief.
4 Be Thou my guide into all truth divine,
Give me increasing knowledge of my God;
Show me the glories that in Jesus shine,
And make my heart the place of His abode.
Languages: English Tune Title: LA PORTE
O Holy Spirit
Hail To The King
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10190 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now Lyrics: 1 Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now,
No wreath of gold encircleth His brow,
Lowly His state—in lowly worship bow;
Hail to the King! Hail to the King!
2 Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow,
Son of our God, begotten long ago,
Ere yet the stream of time began to flow;
Hail to the King! Hail to the King!
3 Nowhere was found a shelter for His head,
Humble He lay, e’en where the oxen fed,
No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed;
Hail to the King! Hail to the King!
4 Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing;
Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring,
No other hand bestowed an offering;
Hail to the King! Hail to the King!
5 Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne,
Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own,
When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone;
Hail to the King! Hail to the King!
Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN
Hail To The King
Here, O My Lord, I See Thee
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10360 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face Lyrics: 1 Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
2 This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
The hallowed hour of fellowship with Thee.
3 Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of Heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
4 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
5 I have no wisdom save in Him who is
My wisdom and my teacher both in One;
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise;
No teaching do I crave save Thine alone.
6 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness:
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God!
7 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove; but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.
8 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love. Languages: English Tune Title: PENITENTIA
Here, O My Lord, I See Thee
In The Shadow Of The Rock
Author: Ray Palmer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10411 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: In the shadow of the Rock let me rest Lyrics: 1 In the shadow of the Rock let me rest,
When I feel the tempest’s shock thrill my breast;
All in vain the storm shall sweep, while I hide,
And my tranquil station keep by Thy side.
2 On the parched and desert way where I tread,
With the scorching noontide ray o’er my head;
Let me find a welcome shade, cool and still,
And my weary steps be stayed while I will.
3 I in peace will rest me there till I see
That the skies again are fair over me;
That the burning heats are past, and the day
Bids the traveler at last go his way.
4 Then my pilgrim staff I’ll take, and once more
I’ll my onward journey make, as before;
And with joyous heart and strong I will raise
Unto Thee, O Rock! a song glad with praise. Languages: English Tune Title: THE ROCK
In The Shadow Of The Rock
As Pants the Wearied Hart
Author: Robert Lowth; George Gregory Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10481 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs Lyrics: 1 As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,
That sinks exhausted in the summer’s chase,
So pants my soul for Thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling place.
2 Why throb, my heart? Why sink, my saddening soul?
Why droop to earth, with various woes oppressed?
My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,
And peace be yet an inmate of this breast.
3 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,
My heart shall gladden through the tedious day,
And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To Thee, my God, I’ll tune the grateful lay.
4 Why faint, my soul? Why doubt Jehovah’s aid?
Thy God, the God of mercy, still shall prove;
Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be paid:
Unquestioned be His faithfulness and love. Languages: English Tune Title: WALDO
As Pants the Wearied Hart
Hail, Happy Day!
Author: Simon Browne Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10482 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Hail, happy day! the day of holy rest Lyrics: 1 Hail, happy day! the day of holy rest,
When saints assemble and on dainties feast:
When all in smiles the God of grace descends,
Opens His stores, and entertains His friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone:
Its flattering, fading glories I’d despise,
And towards immortal beauties turn mine eyes.
3 My soul is now with nobler love possessed,
I feel the rapture strive with my breast;
My heart all kindles with refined desire,
And boundless charms maintain the pleasing fire.
4 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Savior’s glories fix mine eyes:
Oh! meet my rising soul, stoop from above,
Jesus, and waft it to those realms of love.
5 Ere yet the knot of union be untied,
And death the loving partners shall divide,
A glimpse of future glory I would see,
And taste how joyous ’tis to dwell with thee.
6 But if the wish ambitious is and vain,
Downward I’ll bend my humble flight again,
And to Thy temple with devotion haste;
Oh! let me there on heav’nly fatness feast.
7 There holy souls are with true manna fed,
There eat the living and the quickening bread;
There mix their food with most delicious wine,
And cheer their hearts with cordials all divine.
8 If yet I must not climb the starry height,
And see Thee blazing on a throne of light:
If still the veil between us must divide,
And from mine eyes my Savior’s glories hide,
9 Yet here display the wonders of Thy grace,
Look thro’ the skies and show Thy smiling face;
Stoop down, blest King of glory, from above,
Shine on my soul and ravish me with love. Languages: English Tune Title: SAVANNAH
Hail, Happy Day!
Almighty Father Of All Things That Be
Author: Ernest E. Dugmore Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10665 Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Father of all things that be,
Our life, our work we consecrate to Thee,
Whose heav’ns declare Thy glory from above,
Whose earth below is witness to Thy love.
2 For well we know this weary, soilèd earth
Is yet Thine own by right of its new birth,
Since that great cross upreared on Calvary,
Redeemed it from its fault and shame to Thee.
3 Thine still the changeful beauty of the hills,
The purple valleys flecked with silver rills,
The ocean glistening ’neath the golden rays;
They all are Thine, and ceaseless speak Thy praise.
4 Thou dost the strength to worker’s arm impart;
From Thee the skilled musician’s reasoned art;
The grace of poet’s pen or painter’s hand,
To teach the loveliness of sea and land.
5 Then grant us, Lord, in all things Thee to own,
To dwell within the shadow of Thy throne,
To speak and work, to think and live and move
Reflecting Thine own nature, which is love.
6 That so, by Christ redeemed from sin and shame,
And hallowed by Thy Spirit’s cleansing flame,
Ourselves, our work, and all our powers may be
A sacrifice acceptable to Thee.
Languages: English Tune Title: CHILTON FOLIAT
Almighty Father Of All Things That Be
Great King! From Heaven's High Throne
Author: Alfonso M. de' Liguori; James Jones Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10686 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Great King! from Heaven’s high throne descending low Lyrics: 1 Great King! from Heaven’s high throne descending low,
In Bethlehem’s stable born in cold and woe,
Thou shiverest in a manger, Babe divine,
Much hast Thou borne for sins: how much for mine!
2 The world’s creator Thou, our God adored,
Thou sufferest cold and want, O humbled Lord!
Dear chosen Child! when love transforms Thee so,
For Thee my heart the more with love shall glow.
3 In joy reposing on Thy Father’s breast,
How can a couch of straw afford Thee rest?
Sweet love, thus pained, inflame my frozen heart,
Jesus! to me Thy purest love impart.
4 If thus to suffer was Thy gracious will,
Yet, loving Savior! let me ask Thee still,
What could Thy blissful soul to suffering move?
Thou weepest—not for grief—Ah no! for love.
5 Thou grievest, after all Thy love, to see
Thyself so little loved, O God, by me;
Yet if the past so little love has shown,
I love Thee now, O Jesus, Thee alone.
6 Thou sleepest, holy Infant! but Thou art
For us still wakeful in Thy tender heart:
Tell me, O beauteous Lamb! say what may be
Thy thoughts?—I hear thee lisp: "To die for thee."
7 Thou dwellest on Thy death for me, with joy;
Who then, save Thee, shall all my thoughts employ?
Mary, my hope! if less I love your Son,
O love Him you for me, and all is done. Languages: English Tune Title: LONGWOOD
Great King! From Heaven's High Throne
See, Where A Tender Mother Fondly Bends
Author: H. A. César Malan, 1787-1864; Jane E. Arnold Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10699 Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 See, where a tender mother fondly bends,
With sweet affection o’er her first-born child!
And even thus our Father’s care extends
O’er all on whom His saving grace hath smiled.
2 Can He withdraw that everlasting love,
Which on His own redeemèd ones hath shone?
Or can that free, exhaustless grace remove
From those whom He hath chosen in His Son?
3 Shall the belovèd child His grace hath sealed,
Like a sad orphan dwell on earth forlorn?
Or would the way of life have been revealed,
And then a Father’s guiding hand withdrawn?
4 O child of God! confide in simple faith
In Him who watches o’er thee from the skies;
Sweetly repose on all thy Savior saith,
And still to Him lift up thy longing eyes.
5 Gracious Redeemer! teach my waiting heart
To trust in Thee, when anxious cares assail;
Thy voice of love can bid all grief depart,
My heavenly Shepherd’s care can never fail. Languages: English Tune Title: LONGWOOD
See, Where A Tender Mother Fondly Bends
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