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My God, Thy Service Well Demands
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9061 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, Thy service well demands
The remnant of my days:
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew Thy praise?
2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain,
When life was hovering o’er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.
3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell,
And teach my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.
4 Calmly I bowed my fainting head
On Thy dear faithful breast;
Pleased to obey my Father’s call
To His eternal rest.
5 Into Thy hands, my Savior God,
Did I my soul resign,
In firm dependence on that truth,
Which made salvation mine.
6 Back from the borders of the grave,
At Thy command I come:
Nor would I urge a speedier flight
To my celestial home.
7 Where Thou determine mine abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in Thy presence death is life,
And earth is Heav’n with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: EADLEY
My God, Thy Service Well Demands
Speak Gently
Author: George W. Hangford Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9078 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Speak gently! it is better far Lyrics: 1 Speak gently! it is better far
To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently! let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here.
2 Speak gently! Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently friendship’s accents flow;
Affection’s voice is kind.
3 Speak gently to the little child;
Its love be sure to gain.
Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain.
4 Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear;
Pass through this world as best they may,
’Tis full of anxious care.
5 Speak gently to the agèd one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run;
Let such in peace depart.
6 Speak gently, kindly to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word.
7 Speak gently to the erring; know
They must have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh! win them back again.
8 Speak gently: He who gave His life
To bend man’s stubborn will,
When elements were fierce in strife,
Said to them, "Peace, be still!"
9Speak gently: ’tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell. Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY
Speak Gently
Sweet Is The Light, What'er It Be
Author: Thomas Davis Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9120 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet is the light, whate’er it be Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the light, whate’er it be,
That leads us to the Lord;
And sure are they, who seek His face,
To find their great reward.
2 A star once led a chosen few
To gaze with raptured heart
Upon the infant Savior’s form,
And costliest gifts impart.
3 More blest are we, although not led
To Him we worship thus:
The star is gone; the risen Sun
Reveals Himself to us.
4 O may His beams yet dearer grow,
Till ours be that bright crown
Received where He for ever shines,
A Sun that goes not down! Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
Sweet Is The Light, What'er It Be
Sweet Was The Time When First I Felt
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9124 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Savior’s pardoning blood
Applied, to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;
I lived upon my Savior’s smiles,
And leaned upon His arm.
4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw His glory shine;
And when I read His holy Word,
I called each promise mine.
5 Then to His saints I often spoke;
Of what His love had done;
But now my heart is almost broke,
For all my joys are gone.
6 Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns,
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
7 My prayers are now a chattering noise,
For Jesus hides His face;
I read, the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.
8 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, Thy mercies cannot fail,
O come without delay. Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN
Sweet Was The Time When First I Felt
Jesu, Accept The Grateful Song
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9142 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, accept the grateful song,
My wisdom, and my might,
’Tis Thou hast loosed the stammering tongue,
And taught my hands to fight.
2 Thou, Jesus, Thou my mouth hast been;
The weapons of Thy war,
Mighty thro’ Thee, I pull down sin,
And all Thy truth declare.
3 Not without Thee, my Lord, I am
Come up unto this place,
Thy Spirit bad me preach Thy name,
And trumpet forth Thy praise.
4 Thy Spirit gave me utterance now,
My soul with strength endued,
Hardened to adamant my brow,
And armed my heart with God.
5 Thy powerful hand in all I see,
Thy wondrous workings own,
Glory, and strength and praise to Thee
Ascribe, and Thee alone.
6 Gladly I own the promise true
To all whom Thou dost send,
"Behold, I always am with you,
Your Savior to the end!"
7 Amen, amen, my God and Lord,
If Thou art with me still,
I still shall speak the Gospel word,
My ministry fulfill.
8 Thee I shall constantly proclaim,
Though earth and hell oppose,
Bold to confess Thy glorious name
Before a world of foes.
9 Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
10 Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners giv’n;
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to Heav’n.
11 Balm into wounded souls it pours,
And heals the sin sick mind;
It hearing to the deaf restores,
And eyesight to the blind.
12 Jesus! the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Power into strengthless hands it speaks,
And life into the dead.
13 O that the world might taste, and see
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.
14 O that my Jesu’s heav’nly charms
Might every bosom move!
Fly, sinners, fly into those arms
Of everlasting love.
15 The Lover of your souls is near,
Him I to you commend,
Joyful the Bridegroom’s voice to hear,
Who calls a worm His friend.
16 He hath the Bride, and He alone,
Almighty to redeem,
I only make His mercies known,
I send you all to Him.
17 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God,
On Him your spirits stay;
He bears the universal load,
He takes your sins away.
18 His only righteousness I show,
His saving grace proclaim;
’Tis all my business here below
To cry "Behold the Lamb!"
19 For this a suffering life I live,
And reckon all things loss;
For Him my strength, my all I give,
And glory in His cross.
20 I spend myself, that you may know
The Lord, our righteousness;
That Christ in you may live and grow,
I joyfully decrease.
21 Glad I hasten to decay,
My life I freely spend,
And languish for the welcome day,
When all my toil shall end.
22 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name,
Preach Him to all and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!" Languages: English Tune Title: GRÄFENBERG
Jesu, Accept The Grateful Song
Who Dares Attempt Th'Eternal Name?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9146 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Who dares attempt th’Eternal Name Lyrics: 1 Who dares attempt th’Eternal Name
With notes of mortal sound?
Dangers and glories guard the theme,
And spread despair around.
2 Destruction waits t’obey His frown,
And Heav’n attends His smile;
A wreath of lightning arms His crown,
But love adorns it still.
3 Celestial King, our spirits lie
Trembling beneath Thy feet,
And wish, and cast a longing eye,
To reach Thy lofty seat.
4 When shall we see the Great Unknown,
And in Thy presence stand?
Reveal the splendors of Thy throne,
But shield us with Thy hand.
5 In Thee what endless wonders meet!
What various glory shines!
The crossing rays too fiercely beat
Upon our fainting minds.
6 Angels are lost in sweet surprise
If Thou unveil Thy grace;
And humble awe runs thro’ the Skies,
When wrath arrays Thy face.
7 When mercy joins with majesty
To spread their beams abroad,
Not all the fairest minds on high
Are shadows of a God.
8 Thy works the strongest seraph sings
In far too feeble strain.
And labors hard on all his strings
To reach Thy thoughts in vain.
9 Created powers, how weak they be!
How short our praises fall!
So much akin to nothing we,
And Thou th’Eternal All. Languages: English Tune Title: ABRIDGE
Who Dares Attempt Th'Eternal Name?
Not In Vain
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9186 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: It tarries long, and seems to say Lyrics: 1 It tarries long, and seems to say,
God hath forgotten me.
Yet shall it come, and when it comes,
Good shall the answer be.
2 It seemeth sad so long to watch,
Thus tossed on stormy sea;
But day shall break, and when it comes,
Good shall the answer be.
3 So tired of sin and strife, the soul
Cries out in vain to Thee;
Yet not in vain; deliverance comes;
Good shall the answer be.
4 The night is long, the sky is dark,
In fear we bow the knee,
We plead for light; it comes at last—
Good shall the answer be.
5 The battle goes against us, yet,
We fight and will not flee;
Help, Lord! He hears: and when it comes
Good shall the answer be.
6 How long! the widowed Church thus pleads
In hours of agony.
But not in vain; her cry is heard;
Good shall the answer be.
7 How long! Creation cries in bonds,
Still longing to be free!
The groan is heard; and when it comes,
Good shall the answer be. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLEYNE
Not In Vain
The Day Approcheth
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9193 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The day approacheth, O my soul Lyrics: 1 The day approacheth, O my soul,
The great decisive day,
Which from the verge of mortal life
Shall bear thee far away.
2 Another day more awful dawns;
And lo, the Judge appears;
Ye heav’ns, retire before His face,
And sink, ye darkened stars.
3 Yet does one short preparing hour,
One precious hour remain;
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy power,
Nor let it pass in vain.
4 With me my brethren soon must die,
And at that bar appear:
Now be our intercourse improved
To mutual comfort there.
5 For this, Thy temple, Lord, we throng;
For this, Thy board surround;
Here may our service be approved,
And in Thy presence crowned. Languages: English Tune Title: AWFUL MAJESTY
The Day Approcheth
The Evils That Beset Our Path
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9209 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The evils that beset our path
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death
When most we seem secure.
2 If we today sweet peace possess,
It soon may be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress,
Before tomorrow’s dawn.
3 Disease and pain invade our health
And find an easy prey;
And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and flies away.
4 A fever or a blow can shake
Our wisdom’s boasted rule;
And of the brightest genius make
A madman or a fool.
5 The gourds, from which we look for fruit,
Produce us only pain;
A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.
6 I pity those who seek no more
Than such a world can give;
Wretched they are, and blind, and poor,
And dying while they live.
7 Since sin has filled the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die;
Lord wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high. Languages: English Tune Title: ASCRIPTION
The Evils That Beset Our Path
The Glories Of my Maker God
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9212 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The glories of my maker God
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their former and their king.
2 ’Twas His right hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from His own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.
3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th’angelic songs.
4 Let groveling beasts of every shape,
And fowls of every wing,
And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.
5 Ye planets, to His honor shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise Him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.
6 The brightness of our maker’s name
The wide creation fills,
And His unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heav’nly hills. Languages: English Tune Title: LANESBORO
The Glories Of my Maker God
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