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O Night Of Nights, Supreme Delights
Author: John C. Earle Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8377 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O night of nights, supreme delights,
Thy watches charm and bless;
And joys of Heav’n, profusely giv’n,
Refresh earth’s wilderness.
2 The sad, sick world through Eve lies furled
In clouds of death and night;
But God doth rise in human guise
To be its life and light.
3 Whom angels own as God alone,
Is clothed by mortal hands;
In cattle stall, the Lord of all
Sleeps clasped in swathing bands.
4 In cradle laid, His voice is stayed,
Who is th’eternal Word:
The sun grows pale, his forces fail;
What means all we have heard?
5 O shaft of love, to God above
A rock hewn home is giv’n:
Farewell ye stars; hail, crib and bars;
A manger is my heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: YORK
O Night Of Nights, Supreme Delights
A Child For Us Is Born This Day
Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8388 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 A child for us is born this day,
The angels’ king is He;
The Lord who over all has sway,
Nursed here vouchsafes to be.
2 In manger where the asses fed
The Child divine is laid;
Whom they as Christ acknowledgèd,
As King and Lord obeyed.
3 With joy the angels fillèd were,
And with the Lord do sing;
Glory to God above the sphere
In tuneful notes does ring.
4 Then Herod, who with fear was seized,
His envy great displays;
With slaughtered babes must be appeased,
Whose gore his fear allays.
5 Thou who wast born as on this day
Of virgin Mary pure,
Lead and conduct us in the way
To joys which e’er endure. Languages: English Tune Title: THE WAITS' SONG
A Child For Us Is Born This Day
O Savior, Awful Was The Word
Author: Richard Mant Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8399 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Savior, awful was the word,
In Patmos’ island lone,
By Him in holy vision heard,
Thy own belovèd John.
2 "Behold! I come, I come with speed:
With Me is My reward;
And then of every man the meed
Shall with his work accord."
3 "Come then," from every faithful breast
The Holy Spirit cries;
And "Come!" in spotless raiment dressed,
The Church, Thy bride, replies.
4 O blest are they, whose bosoms share
The Spirit’s gifts serene:
Blest who the bridal garment wear,
That vesture white and clean.
5 Blest, who in Thy communion erst
Have loved, O Christ, to dwell;
Have freely drunk and slaked their thirst
From Thy enlivening well.
6 And when at length Thy warnings show
At hand the hour of doom,
Can meekly answer, "Even so,
Yea come, Lord Jesus, come!" Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY
O Savior, Awful Was The Word
O, Weary Wanderer, Come Home
Author: John S. Coffman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8412 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O, weary wanderer Lyrics: 1 O, weary wanderer,
Thy Savior bids thee come;
Thou long in sin hast loved to roam,
But still He loves thee—come.
2 Think of thy Father’s house today,
Think of its plenteous store;
Think of thy sinful, wandering way,
Then come, and roam no more.
3 Poor prodigal, come home and rest,
Come and be reconciled;
Thy Father’ll clasp thee to His breast—
He loves His wandering child. Languages: English Tune Title: BARR
O, Weary Wanderer, Come Home
Behold, Where In A Mortal Form
Author: William Enfield Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8413 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 The largest love of human kind
Inspired His godlike breast;
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was expressed.
3 To spread the rays of heav’nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.
4 Lowly in heart, to all His friends
A friend and servant found,
He washed their feet, He wiped their tears,
And healed each bleeding wound.
5 ’Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He meek and patient stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.
6 To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued,
While humble prayer, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renewed.
7 At last, in hour of deep distress,
Before His Father’s throne,
With soul resigned He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!"
8 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread His holy steps,
His joys and glory share! Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH
Behold, Where In A Mortal Form
The Evening Winds Begin To Blow
Author: John D. Long, 1838-1915 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8438 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The evening winds begin to blow,
The shadows now grow long;
But still we linger, ere we go,
To sing our latest song.
2 Sing praise to God for sun and shade,
For summer’s smiles and tears,
For all the blessings He has laid,
Upon our teeming years.
3 Sing to each other truer love,
Affection’s kindly glow,
The tenderness of God above
In human hearts below.
4 E’en as the dews now gently fall,
So, smiling on the day,
May God at eve upon us all
His benediction lay. Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST
The Evening Winds Begin To Blow
Father, We Come In Jesus' Name
Author: Joseph Shellenberger Shoemaker Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8445 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father, we come in Jesus’ name Lyrics: 1 Father, we come in Jesus’ name,
To worship at this place;
Do Thou with love our hearts inflame,
And give us peace and grace.
2 We know not how to come aright,
Except Thou be our guide;
Fill Thou our hearts with heav’nly light,
And with us now abide.
3 Give grace to hear and sing Thy praise,
And grace for Thee to live;
Keep us, O Lord, in all Thy ways,
To us Thy Spirit give.
4 Moment by moment be Thou near,
And keep us in Thy love;
And when our life is ended here,
Take us to Thee above. Languages: English Tune Title: FREEPORT
Father, We Come In Jesus' Name
The Many Are Not Always Right
Author: Julius Brigg Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8475 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The many are not always right,
The few not always wrong;
Weak oft are those who boast their might,
But truth is always strong.
2 O, let me have a holy name,
E’en though alone I be!
Vain is the charm of earthly fame,
And sin’s short victory.
3 I’d rather with Elijah stand,
Alone on Carmel’s crest,
Than own allegiance to the band
Whose shame was there confessed.
4 I’d rather have a Daniel’s crown
Of fearless fortitude,
Than basely lay my manhood down
With craven multitude.
5 I’d rather be the one true heart,
Strong in a purpose high,
Than cowardly from Christ depart,
With recreant hosts to die.
6 Whate’er befall, to me a place
Be with the victors giv’n,
Where faithful ones behold His face,
Amidst the bliss of Heav’n! Languages: English Tune Title: YORK
The Many Are Not Always Right
O That Thy Statutes Every Hour
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8490 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O that Thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power
And daily peace I find.
2 To meditate Thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne’er forget Thy Word;
Thy Word is all my joy.
3 How would I run in Thy commands
If Thou my heart discharge
From sin and Satan’s hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!
4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and Thy name;
I’ll speak Thy Word, tho’ kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame.
5 Let bands of persecutors rise
To rob me of my right;
Let pride and malice forge their lies,
Thy law is my delight.
6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whose hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love His ways,
And must obey His will. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MAGNUS
O That Thy Statutes Every Hour
To God, Ye Choir Above, Begin
Author: Philip Skelton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8492 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To God, ye choir above, begin
A hymn so loud and strong,
That all the universe may hear
And join the grateful song.
2 Praise Him, thou sun, who dwells unseen
Amidst transcendent light,
Where thy refulgent orb would seem
A spot, as dark as night.
3 Thou silver moon, ye host of stars,
The universal song
Through the serene and silent night
To listening worlds prolong.
4 Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns,
From whence no travelling ray
Hath yet to us, through ages past,
Had time to make its way.
5 Assist, ye raging storms, and bear
On rapid wings His praise,
From north to south, from east to west,
Through heaven, and earth, and seas.
6 Exert your voice, ye furious fires
That rend the watery cloud,
And thunder to this nether world
Your Maker’s words aloud.
7 Ye works of God, that dwell unknown
Beneath the rolling main;
Ye birds, that sing among the groves,
And sweep the azure plain;
8 Ye stately hills, that rear your heads,
And towering pierce the sky;
Ye clouds, that with an awful pace
Majestic roll on high;
9 Ye insects small, to which one leaf
Within its narrow sides
A vast extended world displays,
And spacious realms provides;
10 Ye race, still less than these, with which
The stagnant water teems,
To which one drop, however small,
A boundless ocean seems;
11 Whate’er ye are, where’er ye dwell,
Ye creatures great or small,
Adore the wisdom, praise the power,
That made and governs all.
12 And if ye want or sense or sounds,
To swell the grateful noise,
Prompt mankind with that sense, and they
Shall find for you a voice.
13 From all the boundless realms of space
Let loud hosannas sound;
Loud send, ye wondrous works of God,
The grateful concert round. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN
To God, Ye Choir Above, Begin
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