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Lord, In Thy Presence Here We Meet
Author: Jesse L. Holman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11132 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in Thy presence here we meet,
May we in Thee be found;
O, make the place divinely sweet;
O, let Thy grace abound.
2 Today the order of Thy house
We would in peace maintain;
We would renew our solemn vows,
And heavenly strength regain.
3 Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, impart,
Our faith and hope increase;
Display Thy love in every heart,
And keep us all in peace.
4 Let no discordant passions rise,
To mar the work of love;
But hold us in those heavenly ties,
That bind the saints above.
5 With harmony and union bless,
That we may own to Thee
How good, how sweet, how pleasant ’tis
When brethren all agree.
6 May Zion’s good be kept in view,
And bless our feeble aim,
That all we undertake to do,
May glorify Thy name.
7 May every heart be now prepared
To do Thy high commands,
And may the pleasure of the Lord
Be prospered in our hands.
8 Of those who Thy salvation know
Add to our feeble few;
And may that holy number grow,
Like drops of morning dew.
9 Work in us by Thy gracious sway,
And make Thy work appear,
That all may feel, and all may say,
The Lord indeed is here. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
Lord, In Thy Presence Here We Meet
Lord, Thou Hast Heard Thy Servant Cry
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11135 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thou hast heard Thy servant cry
And rescued from the grave;
Now shall he live; and none can die,
If God resolve to save.
2 Thy praise, more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Sion now,
For we shall worship there;
The house where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare.
4 Among th’assemblies of Thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise
There we have told Thee our complaints,
And there we speak Thy praise.
Languages: English Tune Title: MILWAUKEE
Lord, Thou Hast Heard Thy Servant Cry
The God Of Mercy Be Adored
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11136 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The God of mercy be adored,
Who calls our souls from death;
Who saves by His redeeming word,
And new-creating breath.
2 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, all divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.
Languages: English Tune Title: LAMBETH
The God Of Mercy Be Adored
Lord, Who Hast Sought Us Out, Unsought
Author: George Croly Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11153 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, who hast sought us out, unsought,
Arise, and make us whole:
Teach us to love Thee as we ought,
And give Thee all the soul.
2 Grant that all we, who meet, this hour,
Within Thy house of prayer,
May have Thy peace, and own Thy power,
But spare our weakness, spare!
3 Give us Thy grace, Thy faith, Thy love,
In all our hearts’ distress;
O Thou! in whom we live and move,
Look down, and hear, and bless.
4 Jesus! assume Messiah’s throne,
Thy foes before Thee driven,
Thy will, in grace and glory, done
In earth as ’tis in Heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. DAVID
Lord, Who Hast Sought Us Out, Unsought
My Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11230 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;
What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!
2 Lingering about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay,
Till, like a flood, with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.
3 Then swift and dreadful she descends
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.
4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortured with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.
5 Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the compassion of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.
6 Amazing grace! that kept my breath
Nor bid my soul remove,
Till I had learned my Savior’s death
And well insured His love. Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH
My Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll
To Thee, O God! Our Thanks We Rear
Author: William S. Towers Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11234 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O God! our thanks we rear,
To Thee our thanks and prayer;
For that Thy name is ever near,
Thy wondrous works declare.
2 I’ll judge uprightly, when our train
In due assembly stand;
Tho’ weak the earth, I will sustain
The pillars of the land.
3 Already to th’unwise I cry,
“Ah! why thus madly deal;
Or why, your horn exalted high,
Such bold presumption feel?
4 Raise not your horn, nor with rude mouth
Dispense your impious lies;
For not from east, or west, or south,
Shall your promotion rise.
5 And why? our judge is God alone,
He governs by His will:
He pulls the mighty from their throne,
Their place while others fill.
6 Red and well mixed, within His hand
He bears a deadly cup:
The dregs, the wicked at command
Shall suck and swallow up.
7 But I’ll the Lord of Jacob bless,
His name for ever praise;
The unrighteous’ horns will I depress,
The righteous I will raise. Languages: English Tune Title: SARAH
To Thee, O God! Our Thanks We Rear
'Tis All Too Late
Author: William W. Hull Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11238 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: "’Tis all too late," the sinner cries Lyrics: 1 "’Tis all too late," the sinner cries,
Deluded by his sin,
Nor yet believes His Savior died
A sinful world to win.
2 Lord! turn us to Thy cross, that so
This dark delusion break;
Thy Spirit work in us to know
Salvation for Thy sake.
3 There is no mystery in faith,
To know, obey, and love,
The word that marks our earthly path,
And tells of Heaven above.
4 The mystery’s in sin, whereby
We hide us from Thy face:
And full of self and woe, deny
The richness of Thy grace.
5 Have mercy, Lord, that we unlearn
This treacherous mystery,
And deeply own the cross, discern
The hope that rests in Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: GRÄFENBERG
'Tis All Too Late
Happy The Child Whose Youngest Years
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11241 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Happy the child whose youngest years
Receive instructions well;
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
2 When we devote our youth to God,
’Tis pleasing in His eyes;
A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
3 ’Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners, that grow old in sin,
Are hardened in their crimes.
4 ’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young:
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
5 To Thee, Almighty God, to Thee
Our childhood we resign:
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were Thine.
6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath!
Thus I’m prepared for future days,
Or fit for early death. Languages: English Tune Title: AZMON
Happy The Child Whose Youngest Years
A Little Flock! So Calls He Thee
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11252 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 A little flock! So calls He thee,
Who bought thee with His blood;
A little flock, disowned of men,
But owned and loved of God.
2 A little flock! So calls He thee;
Church of the first-born, hear!
Be not ashamed to own the name;
It is no name of fear.
3 A little flock! Yes, even so;
A handful among men,
Such is the purpose of thy God;
So willeth He, Amen!
4 Not many rich or noble called,
Not many great or wise;
They whom God makes His kings and priests,
Are poor in human eyes.
5 Church of the everlasting God,
The Father’s gracious choice,
Amid the voices of this earth,
How feeble is thy voice!
6 Thy words amid the words of earth,
How noiseless and how low!
Amid the hurrying crowds of time,
Thy steps how calm and slow!
7 But ’mid the wrinkled brows of earth,
Thy brow how free from care;
’Mid the flushed cheeks of riot here,
Thy cheek how pale and fair!
8 Amid the restless eyes of earth,
How steadfast is thine eye,
Fixed on the silent loveliness
Of the far eastern sky.
9 A little flock! ’Tis well, ’tis well;
Such be her lot and name;
Thro’ ages past it has been so,
And now ’tis still the same.
10 But the chief Shepherd comes at length;
Her feeble days are o’er,
No more a handful in the earth,
A little flock no more.
11 No more a lily among thorns;
Weary, and faint, and few,
But countless as the stars of heaven,
Or as the early dew.
12 Then entering the eternal halls,
In robes of victory,
That mighty multitude shall keep
The joyous jubilee.
13 Unfading palms they bear aloft,
Unfaltering songs they sing;
Unending festival they keep,
In presence of the King. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE
A Little Flock! So Calls He Thee
'Twas I That Did It
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11253 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: I see the crowd in Pilate’s hall Lyrics: 1 I see the crowd in Pilate’s hall,
I mark their wrathful mien;
Their shouts of crucify appall,
With blasphemy between.
2 And of that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude,
I recognize my own.
3 I see the scourges tear His back,
I see the piercing crown,
And of that crowd who smite and mock,
I feel that I am one.
4 Around yon cross, the throng I see,
Mocking the sufferer’s groan,
Yet still my voice it seems to be—
As if I mocked alone.
5 ’Twas I that shed the sacred blood,
I nailed Him to the tree,
I crucified the Christ of God,
I joined the mockery.
6 Yet not the less that blood avails,
To cleanse away my sin,
And not the less that cross prevails
To give me peace within. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
'Twas I That Did It
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