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O Lord, Another Day Is Flown
Author: Henry K. White, 1785-1806 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11981 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before Thy throne,
To bless Thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt Thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
3 And Jesus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign
As we before Thee pray;
For Thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less then they.
4 Thy heav’nly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.
5 And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And Thou wilt bless our way,
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.
6 Our souls, obedient to Thy sway,
In Christian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,
And hail the morning light.
7 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely Thine,
A flock by Jesus led—
The sun of holiness shall shine
In glory on our head. Languages: English Tune Title: CAMPMEETING
O Lord, Another Day Is Flown
My Barns Are Full
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12032 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My barns are full, my stores increase Lyrics: 1 "My barns are full, my stores increase,
And now, for many years,
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,
Secure from wants and fears."
2 Thus while a worldling boasted once,
As many now presume;
He heard the Lord Himself pronounce
His sudden, awful doom.
3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass
Into a world unknown;
And who shall then the stores possess
Which thou hast called thine own?"
4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme
For happiness below;
Till death disturbs the pleasing dream,
And they awake to woe.
5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay
That fills the sinner’s mind;
When torn, by death’s strong hand, away,
He leaves his all behind.
6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things,
But are not rich to God;
Their dying hour is full of stings,
And hell their dark abode.
7 Dear Savior, make us timely wise,
Thy Gospel to attend;
That we may live above the skies,
When this poor life shall end. Languages: English Tune Title: HUNNYS
My Barns Are Full
In Mercy, Not In Wrath, Rebuke
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12038 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads Thine angry look,
And trembles at Thy rod.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
Regard my heavy groans;
O let Thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones!
3 By day my busy beating head
Is filled with anxious fears;
By night, upon my restless bed,
I weep a flood of tears.
4 Thus desolate I sit and mourn,
Mine eyes grow dull with grief;
How long, my Lord, ere Thou return,
And bring my soul relief?
5 O come and show Thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise Thee in the grave,
Or sing Thy name in death?
6 Hear Satan, cruel and envious foe,
Insult me in my pain;
He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain.
7 But hence, thou enemy, depart!
Nor tempt me to despair;
My Savior comes to cheer my heart,
The Lord has heard my prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
In Mercy, Not In Wrath, Rebuke
The Mercies Of My God And King
Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12055 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The mercies of my God and King
My tongue shall still pursue:
O happy they who, while they sing
Those mercies, share them too!
2 As bright and lasting as the sun,
As lofty as the sky,
From age to age Thy truth shall run,
And chance and change defy.
3 The covenant of the King of kings
Shall stand for ever sure;
And ’neath the shadow of Thy wings
Thy saints repose secure.
4 Thine is the earth, and Thine the skies,
Created at Thy will:
The waves at Thy command arise,
At Thy command are still.
5 In earth below, in Heav’n above,
Who, who is Lord like Thee?
O spread the Gospel of Thy love
Till all Thy glories see. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ANNE
The Mercies Of My God And King
The Bird, Let Loose In Eastern Skies
Author: Thomas Moore Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12059 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The bird, let loose in eastern skies,
When hastening fondly home,
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.
2 But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, God, from every care
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through virtue’s purer air,
To hold my course to Thee!
4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs—
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom in her wings! Languages: English Tune Title: BRIDGMAN
The Bird, Let Loose In Eastern Skies
The Winds Were Howling O'er The Deep
Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12063 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The winds were howling o’er the deep Lyrics: 1 The winds were howling o’er the deep,
Each wave a watery hill;
The Savior wakened from His sleep,
He spake, and all was still.
2 The madman in a tomb had made
His mansion of despair;
Woe to the traveler who strayed
With heedless footstep there!
3 The chains hung broken from his arm,
Such strength can hell supply;
And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm
Flashed from his hollow eye.
4 He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
He heard those accents mild,
And, melting at Messiah’s feet,
Wept like a weanèd child.
5 Oh madder than the raving man!
Oh deafer than the sea!
How long the time since Christ began
To call in vain on me?
6 He called me when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill;
I passed from folly on to crime,
And yet He called me still.
7 He called me in the time of dread,
When death was full in view;
I trembled on my feverish bed,
And rose to sin anew.
8 Yet could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.
9 Oh Thou, that every thought canst know,
And answer every prayer;
Oh give me sickness, want, or woe,
But snatch me from despair!
10 My struggling will by grace control,
Renew my broken vow!
What blessèd light breaks on my soul?
Oh God! I hear Thee now. Languages: English Tune Title: BROWN
The Winds Were Howling O'er The Deep
Oh Weep Not O'er Thy Children's Tomb
Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12064 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Oh weep not o’er thy children’s tomb Lyrics: 1 Oh weep not o’er thy children’s tomb,
Oh Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
2 Firstlings of faith! the murderer’s knife
Has missed its deadliest aim:
The God for whom they gave their life,
For them to suffer came!
3 Though feeble were their days and few,
Baptized in blood and pain,
He knows them, whom they never knew,
And they shall live again.
4 Then weep not o’er thy children’s tomb,
Oh Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
* If desired, substitute
The flower in Heav’n shall grow Languages: English Tune Title: CLAUDIUS
Oh Weep Not O'er Thy Children's Tomb
The Bitter Waters
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12090 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
But now, awake, I find,
That sin has poisoned every stream,
And left a curse behind.
3 But there’s a wonder-working wood,
I’ve heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,
And take the curse away.
4 The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and prized by few;
Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too.
5 The cross on which the Savior died,
And conquered for His saints;
This is the tree, by faith applied,
Which sweetens all complaints.
6 Thousands have found the blest effect,
Nor longer mourn their lot;
While on His sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot.
7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,
Tho’ many griefs they meet;
They draw again from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
The Bitter Waters
Of Justice And Of Grace I Sing
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12100 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Justice and of grace I sing Lyrics: 1 O Justice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heav’nly King,
Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I’ll suffer nothing near me there
That shall offend Thine eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbor wrong
By falsehood or by force,
The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,
I’ll thrust them from my doors.
4 I’ll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall trust,
The servants I’ll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit
I’ll not endure a night;
The liar’s tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.
6 I’ll purge my family around
And make the wicked flee,
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: SALZBURG
Of Justice And Of Grace I Sing
See, From On High, A Light Divine
Author: James Cox Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12134 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See, from on high, a light divine
On Jesus’ head descend;
And hear the sacred voice from Heav’n,
That bids us all attend:
2 "This is My well belovèd Son,"
Proclaimed the voice divine:
"Hear Him," His heavenly Father said,
"For all His words are Mine."
3 His mission thus confirmed from Heaven,
The great Messiah came,
And heav’nly wisdom taught to man,
In God the Father’s name.
4 The path of heav’nly peace He showed,
That leads to bliss on high,
Where all His faithful followers here
Shall live, no more to die.
5 O may we then, who own Him Lord,
And His loved name profess,
By all our words and actions prove
That we His mind possess. Languages: English Tune Title: INVITATION
See, From On High, A Light Divine
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