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My Father Blessed Me
Author: Thomas MacKellar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12137 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My father raised his trembling hand Lyrics: 1 My father raised his trembling hand,
And placed it on my head:
"God’s blessing be on thee, my son!"
Most tenderly he said.
2 He died, and left no gems nor gold,
But still was I his heir—
For that rich blessing which he gave
Became a fortune rare.
3 And in my day of weary toil
To earn my daily bread,
It gladdens me in thought to feel
His hand upon my head.
4 Though infant tongues to me have said
"Dear father!" oft since then,
Yet when I bring that scene to mind,
I’m but a child again. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
My Father Blessed Me
Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12146 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
For human ministry;
It knows not how to tell itself
To any but to Thee.
2 Thou dost remember still, amid
The glories of God’s throne,
The sorrows of mortality,
For they were once Thine own.
3 Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God,
Even in Thy misery,
There’s been no sorrow but Thine own,
Untouched by sympathy.
4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;
Thine eye, at least, can penetrate
The clouded mystery.
5 And is it not, O Lord, enough,
This holy sympathy?
There is no sorrow e’er so deep
But I may bring to Thee.
6 It is enough, my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy!
My every sin and sorrow can
Devolve itself on Thee.
7 As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole
Of human misery;
Thine own alone lay desolate,
That Thou might pitied be.
8 Thy risen life but fits Thee more
For kindly sympathy;
Thy love unhindered rests upon
Each bruisèd branch in Thee.
9 Jesus! Thou hast availed to search
My deepest malady;
It freely flows—more freely finds
The gracious remedy. Languages: English Tune Title: PALESTINE
Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
The Lord Is King
Author: Edward Perronet Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12161 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord! Lyrics: 1 Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord!
Let powers immortal sing;
Adore the co-eternal Word,
And shout, "The Lord is King!"
2 To Thee all angels cry aloud,
Thy name hosannas ring;
Around Thy throne their myriads crowd,
And shout, "The Lord is King!"
3 "Hail Him," they cry, "ye sons of light,
Of joy the eternal spring;
Hail Him who formed you by His might,
And shout, 'The Lord is King!'"
4 Low at His feet, ye seraphs, fall;
His praise, ye cherubs, sing:
Shout all ye heav’ns, on whom we call;
O shout, "The Lord is King!"
5 Hail Him, ye saints, whose love for you
Hath drawn the monster’s sting:
O render to the Lord His due,
And shout, "The Lord is King!"
6 Let Salem’s foes their powers employ,
And strike the chorded string;
While choral bands, with bursts of joy,
High shout, "The Lord is King!"
7 Cry out and shout, fair Zion’s land!
Ye priests, your offerings bring:
Watchmen! that on her ramparts stand,
And shout, "The Lord is King!"
8 Rise from the dust, ye heirs of grace,
And, with expanded wing,
Ascend to Him who fills all space,
And shout, "The Lord is King!"
9 Let worlds above, and worlds below,
In songs united sing;
And, while eternal ages flow,
Loud shout, "The Lord is King!" Languages: English Tune Title: HARLECH
The Lord Is King
How Is Our Nature Spoiled By Sin!
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12191 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How is our nature spoiled by sin Lyrics: 1 How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne’er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
2 In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:
O Jesus, nothing but Thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
3 The threatenings of Thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;
If God His sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.
4 But Thine illustrious sacrifice
Hath answered these demands:
And peace and pardon from the skies
Came down by Jesus’ hands.
5 Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through His name.
6 ’Tis by Thy death we live, O Lord,
’Tis on Thy cross we rest;
For ever be Thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blessed. Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE
How Is Our Nature Spoiled By Sin!
Naked As From The Earth We Came
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12232 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first;
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favors borrowed now
To be repaid anon.
3 ’Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives and (blessèd be His name!)
He takes but what He gave.
4 Peace, all our angry passions then!
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at His sovereign will,
And every murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we’ll adore the justice, too,
That strikes our comforts dead. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
Naked As From The Earth We Came
In Vain We Lavish Out Our Lives
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12233 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat;
With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.
3 Our God will every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by covenant and by oath
The riches of His grace.
4 Come, and He’ll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains
In the dear fountain that His Son
Poured from His dying veins.
5 Our guilt shall vanish all away,
Tho’ black as hell before;
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea,
And shall be found no more.
6 And lest pollution should o’erspread
Our inward powers again,
His Spirit shall bedew our souls
Like purifying rain.
7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing,
That terrors cannot move,
That fears no threatenings of His wrath,
Shall be dissolved by love.
8 Or He can take the flint away
That would not be refined,
And from the treasures of His grace
Bestow a softer mind.
9 There shall His sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave His law,
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
10 Thus will He pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We the dear people of His love,
And He our God of grace. Languages: English Tune Title: CALVA
In Vain We Lavish Out Our Lives
Sleep, Weary World
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12285 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest Lyrics: 1 Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest,
Thy countless eyelids close;
Shut all thy cares within thy breast,
For once in peace repose.
2 Wake, slumbering world, a midnight cry
Comes with almighty breath;
Wake, thy redemption draweth nigh,
Rise from the dust of death.
3 Yon star, those angels, shepherds, kings,
A birth from Heav’n proclaim;
God’s only Son thy ransom brings,
Emanuel is His name.
4 Gather thy children from afar,
Of climes and tongues unknown;
Show them the stable and the star,
Christ’s manger and His throne.
5 There, with the angels, loud and sweet,
All hearts, all voices blend;
There, with the shepherds at His feet,
All knees, all nations bend.
6 There, with the wise men from the east,
Sinners their offerings bring;
Each at this altar be a priest,
And every priest a king.
7 For He shall wash them in His blood,
Shall with His robes array,
And make them kings and priests to God,
Lord Jesus, haste the day. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLEYNE
Sleep, Weary World
There Is A Fold Whence None Can Stray
Author: John East Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12322 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a fold whence none can stray,
And pastures ever green,
Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
Or night, is never seen.
2 Far up the everlasting hills,
In God’s own light, it lies;
His smile its vast dimension fills
With joy that never dies.
3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave,
Divides that land from this;
I have a shepherd pledged to save,
And bear me home to bliss.
4 Soon at His feet my soul will lie,
In life’s last struggling breath;
But I shall only seem to die,
I shall not taste of death.
5 Far from this guilty world, to be
Exempt from toil and strife;
To spend eternity with Thee,
My Savior, this is life! Languages: English Tune Title: ELIM
There Is A Fold Whence None Can Stray
There Is A Path That Leads To God
Author: Jane Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12337 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a path that leads to God
All others go astray;
Though narrow, pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.
2 It leads us through this world of sin,
And dangers must be passed;
But those who boldly walk therein
Will come to Heaven at last.
3 How shall an infant pilgrim dare
This dangerous path to tread?
Do I not need a shepherd’s care
To be securely led?
4 While the broad road, where thousands go,
Lies near and opens fair;
And many turn aside, I know,
To walk with sinners there.
5 Be Thou, O Lord, my guard, my guide,
Nor let me from Thee stray;
Uphold my footsteps, lest I slide
Or wander from Thy way.
6 Then I may go without alarm
And trust His Word of old
"The lambs, He’ll gather with His arm,
And lead them to the fold."
7 Thus I may safely venture through
Beneath my shepherd’s care;
And keep the gate of Heaven in view,
Till I shall enter there. Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST
There Is A Path That Leads To God
Praise Ye The Lord, Ye Christians!
Author: Nikolaus Hermann; Emmanuel Cronenwett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12361 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, ye Christians!
Yea, praise th’Eternal One,
Who opens Heav’n to us this day,
And gives us His own Son.
2 He comes from His loved Father’s side,
Becomes an infant small,
And lies with scarce a want supplied,
Weak in a humble stall.
3 His power divine aside is laid,
No crown adorns His brow;
The mighty God who all things made
Comes as a servant now.
4 He nestles at His mother’s breast,
Her precious nursling boy,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
And who is all their joy.
5 He is the Root of David’s line.
King David’s Lord and Son,
Through whom and by whose grace divine
The kingdom must be won.
6 A wonderful exchange He makes,
He puts on flesh and blood,
Then gives us back in what He takes,
His Godhead as our good.
7 He serves, that I a lord may be.
And gives His life for mine;
How could His love do more for me?
O mystery divine!
8 Today He opens us the door
Of blissful paradise,
The cherub threatens there no more;
Then let His praises rise! Languages: English Tune Title: LÜTZEN
Praise Ye The Lord, Ye Christians!
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