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Blest Is He Who Cries To Heaven

Author: P. C. Paulsen Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #172 (1927) Lyrics: 1 Blest is he who cries to heaven In the dark and evil day, Whose transgressions are forgiven And whose sins are wash'd away; Blest, when God to him imputeth Not iniquity nor sin, When no hidden guile polluteth Spirit, heart, and soul within. 2 Long I kept in silence groaning, While my bones wax'd weak and old; Long my heart with grief was moaning And to Thee, O God was cold. Day and night Thy hand oppress'd me, Moisture turn'd to summer-drought, My transgressions sore distress'd me, While in vain I comfort sought. 3 When from Thee no longer hiding I confess'd my sin to Thee, And, to Thee my grief confiding, Thou in love forgavest me. Now my heart is fill'd with gladness, Thou surroundest me with grace; Songs of joy dispel my sadness, For Thou art my hiding-place. 4 Lord, instruct and teach me ever In the way that I shall go; With Thy counsel me deliver From the cunning of the foe. For Thy grace and mercy tender, For Thy Table and Thy Word, Thanks to heaven I will render And forever praise Thee, Lord. Topics: Call and Repentance Languages: English Tune Title: [Blest is he who cries to heaven]

Blest Is He Who Cries To Heaven

Author: P. C. Paulsen Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #128 (1930) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 Blest is he who cries to heaven In the dark and evil day, Whose transgressions are forgiven And whose sins are washed away; Blest, when God to him imputeth Not iniquity nor sin, And no hidden guile polluteth Spirit, heart, and soul within. 2 Long I kept in silence groaning, While my bones waxed weak and old; Long my heart with grief was moaning And to Thee, O God, was cold. Day and night Thy hand oppressed me, Moisture turned to summer-drought, My transgressions sore distressed me, While in vain I comfort sought. 3 When, from Thee no longer hiding, I confessed my sin to Thee, With my heart in Thee confiding, Thou in love forgavest me. Now my heart is filled with gladness, Thou surroundest me with grace; Songs of joy dispel my sadness, For Thou art my hiding-place. 4 Lord, instruct and teach me ever In the way that I should go; With Thy counsel me deliver From the cunning of the foe. For Thy grace and mercy tender, For Thy table and Thy Word, Thanks to heaven I will render And forever praise Thee, Lord. Topics: The Means of Grace Faith and Justification Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English Tune Title: JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL

Blest Is He who Cries To Heaven

Author: Paul C. Paulsen Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16796 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D First Line: Blest is he who cries to Heaven Lyrics: 1 Blest is he who cries to Heaven In the dark and evil day, Whose transgressions are forgiven And whose sins are washed away; Blest, when God to him imputeth Not iniquity nor sin, And no hidden guile polluteth Spirit, heart, and soul within. 2 Long I kept in silence groaning, While my bones waxed weak and old; Long my heart with grief was moaning And to Thee, O God, was cold. Day and night Thy hand oppressed me, Moisture turned to summer-drought, My transgressions sore distressed me, While in vain I comfort sought. 3 When, from Thee no longer hiding, I confessed my sin to Thee, With my heart in Thee confiding, Thou in love forgavest me. Now my heart is filled with gladness, Thou surroundest me with grace; Songs of joy dispel my sadness, For Thou art my hiding-place. 4 Lord, instruct and teach me ever In the way that I should go; With Thy counsel me deliver From the cunning of the foe. For Thy grace and mercy tender, For Thy table and Thy Word, Thanks to Heaven I will render And forever praise Thee, Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: ARUNACHAL PRADESH

Praise the Lord! Ye Heavens

Author: John Kempthorne, 1775-1838 Hymnal: Sacred Songs #56 (1914) First Line: Praise the Lord! ye heav'ns adore Him Refrain First Line: Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise the Lord! ye heav'ns adore Him]