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Lord, I have strayed afar

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Lord, I have strayed afar And I can find no rest; Above, no guiding star, No hope within my breast, But night within and night without, And anxious fear and gloomy doubt. O, parched the desert land, And drear the lonely wild. O, that some loving hand Would save a wandering child, Who cast a Father's love aside, And left his home in sinful pride. 67 Yea, I have heard the name Of One Whose heart is kind; Upon my night it came As perfume on the wind; It fills my soul, with trouble toss'd: The name of One Who seeks the lost. O, that His love would come To where I mourn distressed, And take a wanderer home To be for ever blest, Where I might see the Father's face, Nor ever wander from His grace. O Jesus Christ, to Thee My mournful prayer I send: Thy name can succour me, O Thou, the sinner's Friend; Incline my wayward heart, I pray, That I no more from home may stray.

O Christ, Thou art my King

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Christ, Thou art my King, Thy cause I make mine own, All that I have I bring, To lay before Thy throne; The oath of fealty now I take, To live and suffer for Thy sake. Less could no loyal soul In true devotion gift;-- My sacrifice the whole, Not part to Thee I lift:-- Lord, at Thy kingly throne I bow, Receive my heart's devotion now. Thou didst not count the cost, O Christ my heavenly king, When Thou didst save the lost By Thy great offering; Thou laid'st Thine ageless glory by, And cam'st to earth for man to die, 83 O Christ, Thou art my King,-- Thy kingdom come, I pray, Till endless praise shall ring Throughout an endless day, And tribute fill the courts of heaven By loyal hearts in fealty given.

If I Spoke Every Tongue

Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: [If I Spoke Every Tongue] Scripture: 1 Corinthians 13 Text Sources: We Sing the Shoreline (Selah Publishing, 2003)

How amiable, how fair

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: How amiable, how fair O Lord of Hosts! to me Thy tabernacles are! My flesh cries out for Thee; My heart and soul, with heavenward fire, To Thee, the living God, aspire, 108 The sparrow finds a place To build her little nest, The swallows' wandering race Hither return to rest; Beneath Thy roof their young ones cry, And round Thine Altar learn to fly. Thrice blessed they who dwell Within Thy house, my God! Where daily praises swell, And still the floor is trod By those, who in Thy presence bow; By those whose King and God art Thou. Through Baca's arid vale, As pilgrims when they pass The well-springs never fail; Fresh rain renews the grass; From strength to strength they journey still, Till all appear on Zion's hill. Lord God of Hosts! give ear, A gracious answer yield; O God of Jacob! hear; Behold, O God! our shield; Look on Thine own Anointed One And save through thy beloved Son. Lord, I would rather stand A keeper at Thy gate, Than on the king's right hand In tents of earthly state; One day within Thy courts, one day Is worth a thousand cast away. 109 God is a sun of light, Glory and grace to shed, God is a helm of might To guard the faithful head. O Lord of Hosts! how happy he, The man who puts his trust in Thee.

When at Thy feet, oppressed

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I When at Thy feet, oppressed, The burdened sinner falls, And, woeful and distressed, Upon Thy mercy calls,— O hear the penitential prayer, Forgive the burdened sinner there. II Did’st Thou not send the Son, To shew the Father’s grace, To bid a world undone Arise and seek His face? And wilt Thou not in mercy say, “Thy many sins I take away”? III Yea, Thou wilt not despise The soul’s uplifted prayer; Nor when our hopes arise, Plunge us in deep despair; But wilt forgive the evil done, Through Christ the Well Beloved Son. IV O Jesus Christ, by Thee The Father’s grace is found, And pardon full, and we With every good abound,— We see Thee nailed upon the tree, And know all blessing comes from Thee. Topics: Aspirations