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Death and Resurrection
Author: Priscilla J. Thompson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14134 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The priests, the elders, and the scribes Lyrics: 1 The priests, the elders, and the scribes,
From council had adjourned;
And Pilate’s proffered sacrifice,
The mob had promptly spurned.
2 And up Golgotha’s rising slope,
A boisterous, cruel, band,
With taunts, and jeers, and foul rebuke,
Leads forth the Son of Man.
3 Oh, what a scene for human eyes!
Our Savior, bowed in grief;
And tortured by the very ones
To whom He brings relief.
4 Close at His side, a swarthy man
Beneath His cross doth bow;
Oh Simon! Ne’er did mortal bend
To nobler task than thou.
5 And, on the brow of Calvary,
With scoffing, and with scorn,
They nailed our Savior to the cross,
With diadem of thorn.
6 ’Tis done, and Joseph now has laid
His body in the tomb;
And none except the guards keep watch,
Amid the somber gloom.
7 But what can bar our holy Lord,
Or cross His wondrous plan?
The stronghold ’bout His lonely tomb.
Shows unbelief of man.
8 When, to the tomb, the women came,
In grief, at break of day,
An angel, ’mid an earthquake vast,
Had rolled the stone away.
9 No power within this great domain,
Can stay our mighty king;
Oh grave, where is thy victory,
Oh death, where is thy sting!
10 Despite the grave, despite the bar,
In triumph He hath flown.
And sitteth now at God’s right hand,
Joint-ruler of His own. Languages: English Tune Title: THE WAITS' SONG
Death and Resurrection
The Lowliness Of The Messiah
Author: Thomas B. Murray Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14146 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The Jews beheld with pride and scorn Lyrics: 1 The Jews beheld with pride and scorn
The Savior in His day;
They mocked His birth, and state forlorn,
His meek and humble way.
2 Is this, the foolish people said,
“A prince to rule our land?
We see no crown upon his head,
No scepter in his hand.
3 “Where is the long and splendid track
Of triumphs all his own;
The arm to give to Judah back
Her long lost, vacant throne?
4 “When He, the Lord in whom we trust,
Shall come to bless our race,
His enemies shall lick the dust,
All nations seek His face.
5 And He, with pow’r by Heav’n assigned,
The hearts of men shall draw
To Moses’ rules, till all mankind
Shall own no other law.
6 Alas! the veil was on their eyes,
That hid the coming scene,
And led them blindly to despise
The lowly Nazarene.
7 A conqueror He o’er death and hell,
Their armies to control,
The proud rebellious thoughts to quell,
And win the faithful soul.
8 A king, to whose divine command
All pow’r and might are giv’n,
To rule on earth in every land,
And reign supreme in Heav’n.
9 A teacher of the will divine,
Almighty to impart
His righteous law; and, line on line,
To write it on the heart.
10 He is our fortress and our rock,
Our shepherd, called of old;
For there shall be one happy flock,
One Shepherd of the fold. Languages: English Tune Title: GRÄFENBERG
The Lowliness Of The Messiah
Hark! The Clear Voice
Author: Ambrose of Milan, 340-397 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14152 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Hark! the clear voice, whose thrilling tone Lyrics: 1 Hark! the clear voice, whose thrilling tone
Doth rend the gloom, and rout:
Be gone, vain dreams, far hence be gone;
From Heav’n the Christ shines out.
2 Rise now the sluggard mind, outworn
And soiled and sore that lay:
Now beams the star, the star new-born,
To chase all plagues away.
3 The Lamb is sent us from above,
To loosen all our debt;
Then sing we all of Christ’s great love
Through tears our tones that wet.
4 That when He next shines glorious,
While glooms the world deface,
Not for sins He punish us,
But with His love embrace.
5 Praise, honor, might and glory meet
To God the Sire and Son,
And to the Holy Paraclete,
While endless ages run. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. VALERIUS
Hark! The Clear Voice
The Well of Sychar
Author: Edward Denny Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14157 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet was the hour, O Lord, to Thee Lyrics: 1 Sweet was the hour, O Lord, to Thee,
At Sychar’s lonely well,
When that poor outcast heard Thee there
Thy great salvation tell.
2 Thither she came; but O, her heart
All filled with earthly care,
Dreamed not of Thee, nor thought to find
The Hope of Israel there.
3 Lord! ’twas Thy power unseen that drew
The stray one to that place,
In solitude to learn from Thee
The secrets of Thy grace.
4 There Jacob’s erring daughter found
Those streams unknown before,
The water brooks of life that make
The weary thirst no more.
5 And Lord, to us, as vile as she,
Thy gracious lips have told
That mystery of love revealed
At Jacob’s well of old.
6 In spirit, Lord, we’ve sat with Thee
Beside the springing well
Of life and peace—and heard Thee there
Its healing virtues tell.
7 Dead to the world, we dream no more
Of earthly pleasures now;
Our deep, divine unfailing spring
Of grace and glory Thou!
8 No hope of rest in aught beside,
No beauty, Lord, we see;
And, like Samaria’s daughter, seek,
And find our all in Thee.
Languages: English Tune Title: BEATITUDO
The Well of Sychar
The Storm Of Sorrow Howls Around
Author: William J. Blew Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14159 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The storm of sorrow howls around
That bleak and cheerless tree,
Where hangs the Sufferer, throned and crowned—
The cross of Calvary.
2 A weight of woe that head bows down,
Deep anguish racks His heart;
Face, hands, and feet, red torrents drown;
Those wounds—how wild their smart.
3 He weeps, He prays, He cries that last
And wildly wailing cry;
Now through His mother’s heart hath passed
The sword of agony.
4 He dies—hills, mountains, rocks and graves
Are riven, rent the main;
Yea, rock the cliffs, fields, floods and waves;
The veil is rent in twain.
5 Why then are our hard hearts unrent?
When sun, and moon, and stars
Wail sadly, with the world’s lament:
What sin our sorrow bars?
6 Wail, wail, for grief’s dark hour is this,
Young men and maidens, wail;
Anoint, and wash, and wipe, and kiss
Those feet so deadly pale.
7 Anoint, and wash with tears, and wipe,
With love’s long flowing tress,
That Lamb of Love—whose every stripe
Doth purge our guiltiness.
8 Oh! then, the peace and joy of all,
Jesu, our life and bliss—
In yon bright land our coronal,
Be Thou our light in this.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NEREUS
The Storm Of Sorrow Howls Around
Of All The Happy Golden Days
Author: D. Rand Pierce Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14187 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Of all the happy golden days,
The heav’nly Father gives us,
None can surpass for joy and praise,
The gladsome tide of Christmas.
2 How sad and dark the world became,
The blessèd Bible tells us,
Till in a stall, at Bethlehem,
Was born the baby Jesus.
3 Within the inn there was no room
To place the little Stranger,
So in a cattle cave of gloom
They laid Him in a manger.
4 How little dreamed that silent town
Of all the midnight wonder,
When Christ the Lord of Heav’n came down
To break sin’s bands asunder.
5 And to the shepherds, that same night,
An angel told the story,
And off they hastened with delight,
And found the Lord of glory.
6 And then a wondrous star had led
The wise men, too, to travel,
Far from the East, with weary tread,
To see this kingly marvel.
7 And when they found the Savior dear,
Within the lowly manger,
They worshipped Him, and presents rare
They gave the little Stranger.
8 We love to tell how Jesus came,
The blessèd Lord of glory,
For His is now the sweetest name
In any song or story.
9 And gifts are dearer when we know
That Jesus first was given;
For God did love this lost world so
He gave His Son from Heaven.
10 So let the whole wide world be glad
For all the joy it gives us,
For how could any one be sad
On such a day as Christmas! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. COLUMBA
Of All The Happy Golden Days
くすしきみ恵み
Author: John Newton, 1725-1807; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14198 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 くすしきみ恵み
われを救い、
まよいしこの身も
たちかえりぬ.
2 おそれを信仰に
変えたまいし
わが主のみ恵み
とうときかな.
3 思えば過ぎにし
すべての日々、
苦しみ悩みも
またみ恵み.
4 わが主のみ誓い
永遠（とわ）にかたし、
主こそはわが盾、
つきぬ望み.
5 この身はおとろえ、
世を去るとき、
よろこびあふるる
み国に生きん. Languages: Japanese Tune Title: NEW BRITAIN
くすしきみ恵み
A Christmas Hymn
Author: Robert T. S. Lowell Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14216 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The first time that the skies grew bright Lyrics: 1 The first time that the skies grew bright,
When Heaven lay open wide,
And angels gleamed adown the night
Of one still countryside;
2 ’Twas when the almighty Heir of all
Came forth, a helpless child,
Amid the darkness of a stall,
And through our nature smiled.
3 Far down in Being, but forgot
By none who watched afar.
Above the lowly, hidden spot
Was buoyed one floating star.
4 Then angels, up the heights of sky,
Flashed glory with their shout,
And o’er the wide earth sleeping nigh,
Fell words of peace about. Languages: English Tune Title: BELMONT
A Christmas Hymn
Egy Név Áll Messze Magasan
Author: Charles Wesley; Anna Piroska Williams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14303 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Egy Név áll messze magasan Lyrics: 1 Egy Név áll messze magasan
Minden más név felett!
Így vallom, Jézus, boldogan:
Az Élet jött Veled!
Az Élet jött Veled!
2 E névre: Jézus, térdre hull,
Hódol majd minden lény!
Ő szól, s mi sötét, menekül!
Elűzi azt a fény,
Elűzi azt a fény!
3 E Névnél jobb és drágább nincs!
Ez törli mind, mi szenny!
Ó, Isten-küldte drága kincs,
Benned miénk a menny!
Benned miénk a menny!
4 E Névre hull le bűnbilincs,
A Sátán meghátrál!
Jézusban kárhozat már nincs!
A halott talpra áll!
A halott talpra áll!
5 Kegyelme oly dicsőn megáld,
Hol rút ínség honolt!
Ó, ember, hidd el, rég vár rád,
Ki engem átkarolt!
Ki engem átkarolt!
6 Ó, hadd hirdessem igédet:
Csak hit kell!—semmi más!
Megváltás nincsen kívüled!
Sem megigazulás!
Sem megigazulás!
7 Ezt vallom, hol még bűn honol:
Megment a kegyelem!
Szálljon bár szembe föld, pokol,
Én bátran hirdetem!
Én bátran hirdetem!
8 Ha majd a végső percem jő,
Szám Neved suttogja!
Így szóljon ajkam búcsúszava:
Ím: Isten Báránya!
Ím, Isten Báránya! Languages: Hungarian Tune Title: LYDIA
Egy Név Áll Messze Magasan
Kéréseink Az Úr Előtt
Author: Andrew Kippis; Anna Piroska Williams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14353 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Kéréseink az Úr előtt
Sűrűn feltárjuk itt,
De látjuk-e a sok nyomort,
Félárvák könnyeit?
2 Ne várja balgán, könnyelműn
Az ég áldásait,
Ki látja társa nyomorát,
De rá se hederít.
3 Megindul szívünk másokon,
Vagy jéghideg marad?
Segítségért ki könyörög,
Szíve, keze mit ad?
4 A Mindenható joggal vár,
Hogy utain járjunk,
Mit Véle tennénk szívesen,
Mással is úgy bánjunk.
5 Az Úr Jézus e földön járt,
Mindenkit fogadott,
Ha hittel bárki hozzá jött,
Hiába az nem volt.
6 Csodát úgy tenni nem tudunk,
Mint egykor Jézusunk,
De példát hagyott minekünk,
Szeressünk, mint Urunk.
7 De legfőbb dolgunk ez legyen:
Vessük a jó magot,
Tanítsuk, óvjuk, vezessük,
Kit Isten ránk bízott.
8 És áldja Ő meg gazdagon,
Mit másokért teszünk,
Hogy dicsőítsék szent nevét,
Dicsérjék Istenünk. Languages: Hungarian Tune Title: FAR AND NEAR
Kéréseink Az Úr Előtt
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