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Hear Our Praises
Author: Reuben Morgan Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #12 (2008) Meter: 8.7.8.7 with refrain Topics: Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of God; Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of Jesus First Line: May our homes be filled with dancing Refrain First Line: From the mountains to the valleys Scripture: Psalm 117:1 Languages: English Tune Title: HEAR OUR PRAISES
Hear Our Praises
We Will Glorify
Author: Twila Paris Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #22 (2008) Meter: 9.7.9.6 Topics: Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of God; Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of Jesus First Line: We will glorify the King of Kings Scripture: Revelation 5:13 Languages: English Tune Title: WE WILL GLORIFY
We Will Glorify
We Bow Down
Author: Twila Paris Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #31 (2008) Meter: Irregular Topics: Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of God; Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of Jesus First Line: You are Lord of creation and Lord of my life Refrain First Line: We bow down, and we worship You, Lord Scripture: Psalm 95:6 Languages: English Tune Title: WE BOW DOWN
We Bow Down
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #41 (1786) Topics: Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found:
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine Almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #41 (1790) Topics: Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found:
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn:
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine Almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Thou Art Worthy, Great Jehovah
Author: Karen Eagan Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #43 (2008) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of God; Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of Jesus Scripture: Revelation 5:12 Languages: English Tune Title: EAGAN
Thou Art Worthy, Great Jehovah
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #45b (1786) Topics: Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #45b (1787) Topics: Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
To Him Who Sits on the Throne
Author: Debbye Graafsma Hymnal: Baptist Hymnal 2008 #60 (2008) Meter: Irregular Topics: Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of God; Praise, Adoration, Worship, Exaltation of Jesus First Line: To Him who sits on the throne and unto the Lamb Languages: English Tune Title: GRAAFSMA
To Him Who Sits on the Throne
The Sufferings of CHRIST for our Salvation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #118b (1786) Topics: Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom First Line: Save me, O God, the swelling floods Lyrics: 1 "Save me, O God, the swelling floods
"Break in upon my soul;
"I sink and sorrows o'er my head
"Like mighty waters roll.
2 "I cry till all my voice be gone,
"In tears I waste the day:
"My God, behold my longing eyes,
"And shorten thy delay.
3 "They hate my soul without a cause,
"And still their number grows
"More than the hairs around my head,
"And mighty are my foes.
4 "'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt
"That men could never pay,
"And gave those honours to thy law
"Which sinners took away.
5 "Thus in the great Messiah's name,
"The royal prophet mourns;
"Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
"And gives us joy by turns.
6 "Now shall the saints rejoice and find
"Salvation in my name,
"For I have borne their heavy load
"Of sorrow, pain, and shame.
7 "Grief like a garment cloth'd me round,
"And sackcloth was my dress,
"While I procured for naked souls
"A robe of righteousness.
8 "Among my brethren and the Jews,
"I like a stranger stood,
"And bore their vile reproach to bring
"The Gentiles near to God.
9 "I came in sinful mortals stead
"To do my father's will;
"Yet when I cleans'd my father's house,
"They scandaliz'd my zeal.
10 "My fasting and my holy groans
"Were made the drunkard's song;
"But God from his celestial throne
"Heard my complaining tongue.
11 "He sav'd me from the dreadful deep,
"Where fears beset me round;
"He rais'd and fix'd my sinking feet
"On well-establish'd ground.
12 "'Twas in a most accepted hour,
"My prayer arose on high,
"And for my sake my God shall hear
"The dying sinner's cry." Scripture: Psalm 69:1-14 Languages: English
The Sufferings of CHRIST for our Salvation
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