The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood Hide all my transgressions from view. The work which his goodness began, The arm of his strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, And never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are now, Nor all things below or above, Can make him his purpose forgo, Or sever my soul from his love.
My name from the palms of his hands Eternity will not erase; Impressed on his heart it remains, In marks of indelible grace. Yes, I to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The glorified spirits in heav'n. Thy gracious covenant, Lord, fulfil, Turn not away from us thy face; Establish thou Messiah's throne And let him reign within this place.
Thy Zion thou hast chosen, Lord, And thou hast said, I love her well, This is my constant resting place, And here will I delight to dwell. I will abundantly provide For Zion's good, the Lord hath said; I will supply her daily need And satisfy her poor with bread. I sing of mercies that endure, For ever builded firm and sure, Of faithfulness that never dies, Established changeless in the skies. Behold God's truth and grace displayed, For he has faithful cov'nant made, And he has sworn that David's Son Shall ever sit upon his throne. For him my mercy shall endure, My cov'nant made with him is sure; His throne and race I will maintain For ever, while the heavens remain.
Blessed be the Lord for evermore, Whose promise stands from days of yore. His word is faithful now as then; Blessed be his Name, Amen, Amen. He formed the deeps unknown, He gave the seas their bound; The wat'ry worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord: We are his works, and not our own; He formed us by his word. Today attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. Th'unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball? What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine.
The sun with royal splendor Goes forth to chant thy praise, And moonbeams soft and tender Their gentler anthem raise; Over every tribe and nation The music strange is poured, The song of all creation To thee, creation's Lord. All heaven on high rejoices To do its Maker's will, The stars with solemn voices Resound thy praises still; So let my whole behavior, Thoughts, words, and actions be, O Lord, my Strength, my Saviour, One ceaseless song to thee. All his hosts, together praise him, Sun and moon and stars on high; Praise him, O ye heav'ns of heavens, And ye floods above the sky.
Let them praises give Jehovah, For his name alone is high, And his glory is exalted, And his glory is exalted, And his glory is exalted, Far above the earth and sky. Let them praises give Jehovah, They were made at his command; Them for ever he established, His decree shall ever stand. From the earth, O praise Jehovah, All ye seas, ye monsters all, Fire and hail and snow and vapors, Stormy winds that hear his call. All ye fruitful trees and cedars, All ye hills and mountains high; Creeping things and beasts and cattle, Birds that in the heavens fly, Kings of earth, and all ye people, Princes great, earth's judges all; Praise his Name, young men and maidens, Aged men, and children small.
I sing the goodness of the Lord That filled the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. Creatures as numerous as they be Are subject to thy care; There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.
Infant lips thou dost ordain Wrath and vengeance to restrain; Weakest means fulfil thy will, Mighty enemies to still. Moon and stars in shining height Nightly tell their Maker's might; When thy wondrous heav'ns I scan, Then I know how weak is man. What is man that he should be Loved and visited by thee, Raised to an exalted height, Crowned with honor in thy sight?
With dominion crowned he stands O'er the creatures of thy hands; All to him subjection yield In the sea and air and field. Lord, our Lord, thy glorious Name All thy wondrous works proclaim; Thine the Name of matchless worth, Excellent in all the earth. Praise him, ye highest heav'ns, Praise him, ye clouds that roll, Created by his pow'r And under his control, Ye heavens that stand eternally, Established by his firm decree. Ye creatures in the sea And creatures on the earth, Your mighty Maker praise And tell his matchless worth; Praise him, ye stormy winds that blow, Ye fire and hail, ye rain and snow.
Ye hills and mountains, praise, Each tree and beast and bird; Ye kings and realms of earth, Now let your praise be heard; By high and low, by young and old, Be all his praise and glory told. By all let God be praised, For he alone is great; Above the earth and heav'n He reigns in glorious state; Praise him, ye saints, who know his grace And ever dwell before his face.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father's world, The birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, Declare their Maker's praise. This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair; In the rustling grass I hear him pass, He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world, O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father's world: The battle is not done; Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one. He rides on the clouds, the wings of the storm, The lightning and wind his mission perform; The earth he has founded her station to keep, And wrapped as a vesture about her the deep.
He waters the hills with rain from the skies, And plentiful grass and herbs he supplies, Supplying the cattle, and blessing man's toil With bread in abundance with wine and with oil. The trees which the Lord has planted are fed, And over the earth their branches are spread; They keep in their shelter the birds of the air, The life of each creature the Lord makes his care.
Thy Spirit, O Lord, makes life to abound, The earth is renewed, and fruitful the ground; To God ascribe glory and wisdom and might, Let God in his creatures for ever delight. Rejoicing in God, my thought shall be sweet, While sinners depart in ruin complete; My soul, bless Jehovah, his Name be adored, Come, praise him, ye people, and worship the Lord.
Thy majesty and greatness Are through all lands confessed, And joy on earth thou sendest Afar from east to west. To bless the earth thou sendest From thine abundant store The waters of the springtime, Enriching it once more. The seed by thee provided Is sown o'er hill and plain, And thou with gentle showers Dost bless the springing grain. The year with good thou crownest, The earth thy mercy fills, The wilderness is fruitful, And joyful are the hills; With corn the vales are covered, The flocks in pastures graze; All nature joins in singing A joyful song of praise.
Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse; All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores; These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
He sends his show'rs of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.
His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. He sends his word, and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word; With songs and honors sounding loud Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Our spirits faint; our sins prevail; Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner's friend.
How blest thy saints! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in thee! Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn thy praise, And earth thy bounty wide displays. The year is with thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles, and owns her King.
Lord, on our souls thine influence pour; The moral waste within restore: O let thy love our springtide be, And make us all bear fruit to thee. My faith burns low, my hope burns low; Only my heart's desire cries out in me By the deep thunder of its want and woe, Cries out to thee. Lord, thou art Life, though I be dead; Love's fire thou art, however cold I be: Nor heav'n have I, nor place to lay my head, Nor home, but thee.
Thou art the Truth: thy Word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm, And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. Thou art our holy Lord, The all-subduing Word, Healer of strife: Thou didst thyself abase, That from sin's deep disgrace Thou mightest save our race, And give us life.
Thou art the Great High Priest, Thou hast prepared the feast Of heavenly love: While in our mortal pain, None calls on thee in vain: Help thou dost not disdain, Help from above. So now and till we die, Sound we thy praises high, And joyful sing: Infants, and the glad throng Who to thy church belong, Unite to swell the song To Christ our King.
O Bringer of salvation, Who wondrously hast wrought, Thyself the revelation Of love beyond our thought; We worship thee, we bless thee, To thee alone we sing; We praise thee, and confess thee Our gracious Lord and King. In thee all fulness dwelleth, All grace and power divine: The glory that excelleth, O Son of God, is thine; We worship thee, we bless thee, To thee alone we sing; We praise thee, and confess thee Our glorious Lord and King.
O grant the consummation Of this our song above In endless adoration, And everlasting love; Then shall we praise and bless thee Where perfect praises ring, And evermore confess thee Our Saviour and our King. Thy people long to greet thee, My hope, my heart's delight! O, kindle, Lord, most holy, Thy lamp within my breast To do in spirit lowly All that may please thee best. Love caused thine incarnation, Love brought thee down to me; Thy thirst for my salvation Procured my liberty. O love beyond all telling, That led thee to embrace, In love all love excelling, Our lost and fallen race!
Rejoice, then, ye sad-hearted, Who sit in deepest gloom, Who mourn o'er joys departed And tremble at your doom. Despair not, he is near you, Yea, standing at the door, Who best can help and cheer you And bids you weep no more. Sin's debt, that fearful burden, Let not your soul distress; Your guilt the Lord will pardon And cover by his grace. He comes, for men procuring The peace of sin forgiv'n, For all God's sons securing Their heritage in heav'n.
Creator of the world art thou, Its Saviour and its King. How vast the mercy and the love Which laid our sins on thee, And led thee to a cruel death, To set thy people free. But now the bands of death are burst, The ransom has been paid; And thou art on thy Father's throne, In glorious robes arrayed. O Christ, be thou our lasting joy, Our ever great reward! Our only glory may it be To glory in the Lord.
Grace Before Meals: Mealtime Prayers
For us baptized, for us he bore His holy fast, and hungered sore, For us temptations sharp he knew, For us the tempter overthrew. For us to wicked men betrayed, Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed; For us he bore the cross's death, For us at length gave up his breath. For us he rose from death again, For us he went on high to reign, For us he sent his Spirit here To guide, to strengthen and to cheer.
This is he whom heav'n-taught singers Sang of old with one accord, Whom the Scriptures of the prophets Promised in their faithful word; Now he shines, the long-expected; Let creation praise its Lord. O ye heights of heav'n, adore him; Angel hosts, his praises sing; All dominions, bow before him, And extol our God and King; Let no tongue on earth be silent, Ev'ry voice in concert ring. Thee let age and thee let manhood, Thee let boys in chorus sing; Matrons, virgins, little maidens, With glad voices answering; Let their guileless songs reecho, And their heart its music bring.
To hail thee, Sun of Righteousness, The gathering nations come; They joy as when the reapers bear Their harvest treasures home. For thou their burden dost remove And break the tyrant's rod, As in the day when Midian fell Before the sword of God. To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is giv'n, And on his shoulder ever rests All pow'r in earth and heaven.
His righteous government and pow'r Shall over all extend; On judgment and on justice based, His reign shall have no end. At his voice creation Sprang at once to sight, All the angel faces, All the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations, Stars upon their way, All the heav'nly orders In their great array. Humbled for a season To receive a name From the lips of sinners Unto whom he came, Faithfully he bore it Spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious, When from death he passed. In your hearts enthrone him; There let him subdue All that is not holy, All that is not true: Crown him as your Captain In temptation's hour: Let his will enfold you In its light and pow'r.
Supremely fair thou art, Thy lips with grace o'erflow; His richest blessings evermore Doth God on thee bestow. Now gird thee with thy sword, O strong and mighty one, In splendid majesty arrayed, More glorious than the sun. Triumphantly ride forth For meekness, truth, and right; Thine arm shall gain the victory In wondrous deeds of might.
Thy strength shall overcome All those that hate the King, And under thy dominion strong The nations thou shalt bring. Thy royal throne, O God, For evermore shall stand; Eternal truth and justice wield The sceptre in thy hand. Since thou art sinless found, The Lord, thy God confessed, Anointeth thee with perfect joy, Thou art supremely blessed. Thy garments breathe of myrrh And spices sweet and rare; Glad strains of heav'nly music ring Throughout thy palace fair.
Amid thy glorious train Kings' daughters waiting stand, And fairest gems bedeck thy bride, The queen at thy right hand. O royal bride, give heed, And to my words attend; For Christ, the King, forsake the world And ev'ry former friend. I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin, and wrath Divine: I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known.
Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face; Then with my Saviour, brother, friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. He has hushed the law's loud thunder, He has quenched Mount Sinai's flame; He has washed us with his blood, He has brought us nigh to God. Let us love the Lord who bought us, Pitied us when enemies, Called us by his grace, and taught us, Gave us ears and gave us eyes: He has washed us with his blood, He presents our souls to God.
Let us sing, though fierce temptation Threaten hard to bear us down! For the Lord, our strong salvation, Holds in view the conqueror's crown, He who washed us with his blood, Soon will bring us home to God. Let us wonder; grace and justice Join, and point to mercy's store; When through grace in Christ our trust is, Justice smiles, and asks no more: He who washed us with his blood, Has secured our way to God.
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Let us praise, and join the chorus Of the saints enthroned on high; Here they trusted him before us, Now their praises fill the sky: "Thou hast washed us with thy blood; Thou art worthy, Lamb of God! Thou didst suffer to release us: Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favor; Life is given through thy name. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins were on thee laid; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made: All thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God. Jesus, hail!
Worship, honor, power, and blessing Thou art worthy to receive: Loudest praises without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise. Thee will I cherish, thee will I honor, Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, fair are the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring: Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, fair is the moonlight, And all the twinkling, starry host: Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels heav'n can boast.
Beautiful Saviour! Lord of the nations! Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, praise, adoration, Now and for evermore be thine. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found, Hail, ye saints, th'exalted Saviour, Let his courts with praise resound. Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne. Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore; For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. Does sadness fill my mind?
My comfort still is this, May Jesus Christ be praised. In heav'n's eternal bliss The loveliest strain is this, May Jesus Christ be praised: The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they hear, May Jesus Christ be praised. From thee welled God's kindness Though we in our blindness Strayed from thee, our blessed Saviour. Strengthen thou, Help us now; Let our tongues be singing, Thee our praises bringing. Heavens, spread the story Of our Maker's glory, All the pomp of earth obscuring. Sun, thy rays be sending, Thy bright beams expending, Light to all the earth assuring.
Moon and star, Praise afar Him who glorious made you; The vast heavens aid you. O my soul, rejoicing, Sing, thy praises voicing, Sing, with hymns of faith adore him! All who here have being, Shout, your voices freeing, Bow down in the dust before him. Hallelujahs render To the Lord most tender, Ye who know and love the Saviour. Hallelujahs sing ye, Ye redeemed, O, bring ye Hearts that yield him glad behavior. Blest are ye Endlessly; Sinless there for ever, Ye shall laud him ever. Jesus, the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of reigning sin, He sets the pris'ner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. He speaks and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice; The humble poor believe. Thou didst create the stars of night; Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light, Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear.
When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee; When thou didst here yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror, nevermore to die, Us by thy mighty pow'r defend, And reign through ages without end. Thou art the King of mercy and of grace, Reigning omnipotent in every place: So come, O King, and our whole being sway; Shine on us with the light of thy pure day. Thou art the life, by which alone we live, And all our substance and our strength receive; O comfort us in death's approaching hour, Strong-hearted then to face it by thy pow'r.
Thou hast the true and perfect gentleness, No harshness hast thou and no bitterness: Make us to taste the sweet grace found in thee And ever stay in thy sweet unity. Our hope is in no other save in thee; Our faith is built upon thy promise free; O grant to us such stronger hope and sure That we can boldly conquer and endure. Salvation to God who sits on the throne!
Let all cry aloud and honor the Son: The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb. Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and power, and wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing for infinite love. They're pierced tonight by many a thorn. I have found my sheep! Lovingkindness, lovingkindness, His lovingkindness is so free. He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me not withstanding all, And saved me from my lost estate, His lovingkindness is so great.
Lovingkindness, lovingkindness, His lovingkindness is so great. Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, Where earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His lovingkindness is so strong. Lovingkindness, lovingkindness, His lovingkindness is so strong. So when I pass death's gloomy vale, And life and mortal pow'rs shall fail, O may my last expiring breath His lovingkindness sing in death. Lovingkindness, lovingkindness, His lovingkindness sing in death.
Then shall I mount, and soar away To the bright world of endless day; There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, His lovingkindness in the skies, Lovingkindness, lovingkindness, His lovingkindness in the skies. Thou hast bid me gaze upon thee, As thy beauty fills my soul, For by thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of thy loving heart. O how great thy lovingkindness, Vaster, broader than the sea! O how marvelous thy goodness Lavished all on me! Yes, I rest in thee, Beloved, Know what wealth of grace is thine, Know thy certainty of promise And have made it mine. Simply trusting thee, Lord Jesus, I behold thee as thou art, And thy love, so pure, so changeless, Satisfies my heart; Satisfies its deepest longings, Meets, supplies its every need, Compasseth me round with blessings: Thine is love indeed.
Ever lift thy face upon me As I work and wait for thee; Resting 'neath thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth's dark shadows flee. Brightness of my Father's glory, Sunshine of my Father's face, Keep me ever trusting, resting, Fill me with thy grace.
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Look down on me, for I am weak; I feel the toilsome journey's length; Thine aid omnipotent I seek: Thou art my Strength. I am bewildered on my way, Dark and tempestuous is the night; O send thou forth some cheering ray: Thou art my Light. I hear the storms around me rise; But when I dread th'impending shock, My spirit to the refuge flies: Thou art my Rock.
Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink: Thou art my Life. Thou wilt my every want supply, E'en to the end, whatever befall; Through life, in death, eternally, Thou art my all. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul he leadeth, And, where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love he sought me, And on his shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, bought me.
In death's dark vale I fear no ill With thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight; Thine unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From thy pure chalice floweth.
And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never; Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise Within thy house for ever. Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in him to God. This was boundless love indeed; Jesus is a Friend in need. When he lived on earth abased, "Friend of sinners" was his name, Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same; Still he calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.
Could we bear from one another What he daily bears from us? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother Loves us though we treat him thus: Though for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren still. O for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love, We, alas! But when home our souls are brought, We will love thee as we ought. No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men; Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.
To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. To heav'n, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.
Sweetest note in seraph song, Sweetest name on mortal tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung, Jesus, blessed Jesus. His name dispels my guilt and fear, No other name but Jesus; O how my soul delights to hear The precious name of Jesus! Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear Desire of ev'ry nation, Joy of every longing heart. Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Behold, the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here. Life and salvation he doth bring, Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing: We praise thee, Father, now, Creator, wise art thou! A Helper just he comes to thee, His chariot is humility, His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress. The end of all our woe he brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise thee, Saviour, now, Mighty in deed art thou!
O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless sun of joy he is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss. We praise thee, Spirit, now, Our Comforter art thou!. Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, thou Lord of might, Who to thy tribes, on Sinai's height, In ancient times didst give the law In cloud and majesty and awe. O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save, And give them victory o'er the grave. O come, thou Dayspring from on high And cheer us by thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight.
O come, thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. Yea, her sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed; All that well deserved his anger He no more will see or heed.
She hath suffered many a day Now her griefs have passed away; God will change her pining sadness Into ever-springing gladness. For the herald's voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the kingdom now is here. O that warning cry obey! Now prepare for God a way; Let the valleys rise to meet him, And the hills bow down to greet him. Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain; Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits his holy reign.
For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is shed abroad; And all flesh shall see the token, That his word is never broken. Joy to the earth! No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Forth today the Conqueror goeth, Who the foe, Sin and woe, Death and hell, o'erthroweth.
God is man, man to deliver; His dear Son Now is one With our blood forever. Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who, to save, Freely gave His most cherished treasure? To redeem us, he hath given His own Son From the throne Of his might in heaven. He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away And for aye Full atonement maketh.
For our life his own he tenders; And our race, By his grace, Meet for glory renders. Love him who with love is glowing; Hail the star, Near and far Light and joy bestowing. Dearest Lord, thee will I cherish. Though my breath Fail in death, Yet I shall not perish, But with thee abide for ever There on high, In that joy Which can vanish never.
For Christ is born of Mary; And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth; And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heav'n. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him still, The dear Christ enters in. O holy Child of Bethlehem, Descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in, Be born in us today.
Isaiah hath foretold it In words of promise sure, And Mary's arms enfold it, A virgin meek and pure. Through God's eternal will This Child to her is given At midnight calm and still. The shepherds heard the story, Proclaimed by angels bright, How Christ, the Lord of Glory, Was born on earth this night. To Bethlehem they sped And in the manger found him, As angel heralds said. This Flower whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor The darkness everywhere. True man, yet very God; From sin and death he saves us And lightens every load.
As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly cradle bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek thy mercy-seat. As they offered gifts most rare At that cradle rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure, and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to thee, our heav'nly King. Holy Jesus, ev'ry day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide.
Once did the skies before thee bow; A Virgin's arms contain thee now: Angels who did in thee rejoice Now listen for thine infant voice. A little Child, thou art our Guest, That weary ones in thee may rest; Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, That we may rise to heav'n from earth. Thou comest in the darksome night To make us children of the light, To make us, in the realms divine, Like thine own angels round thee shine. All this for us thy love hath done; By this to thee our love is won: For this we tune our cheerful lays, And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now!
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For lo, the days are hastening on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. Hail, thou ever blessed morn! Hail, redemption's happy dawn! Sing through all Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Lo, within a manger lies He who built the starry skies: He who, throned in height sublime, Sits amid the cherubim.
Say, ye holy shepherds, say, What your joyful news today? Wherefore have ye left your sheep On the lonely mountain steep? Teach, O teach us, holy Child, By thy face so meek and mild, Teach us to resemble thee, In thy sweet humility. Christ is born today! Good Christian men, rejoice, With heart, and soul, and voice; Now ye hear of endless bliss: Jesus Christ was born for this! He hath op'ed the heavenly door, And man is blessed evermore. Christ was born for this! Good Christian men, rejoice, With heart, and soul, and voice; Now ye need not fear the grave: Jesus Christ was born to save!
Calls you one and calls you all To gain his everlasting hall. Christ was born to save! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and Child. Holy infant, so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Mason : Rise, glorious conqueror, rise Sankey : On the resurrection morning. Webbe : Lo! He comes, with clouds descending. Bliss : "Almost persuaded" Sankey : I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory Doane : Though your sins be as scarlet Stebbins : Jesus is tenderly calling me home Bliss : I gave My life for thee Mason : To-day the Saviour calls Gould : Behold a Stranger at the door Bradbury : God calling yet!
Shall I not hear Palmer : While Jesus whispers to you Baker : Art thou weary, art thou languid Sankey : In the land of strangers Case : While we pray, and while we plead. Knecht : O Jesus, Thou art standing Wesley : I need thee, precious Jesus! Stebbins : Out of my bondage, sorrow and night Doane : Pass me not, O gentle Saviour Bradbury : Just as I am, without one plea Langran : Weary of earth, and laden with my sin Lowry : Heavenly Father, bless me now Anonymous arranged by Benjamin Carr : Saviour when in dust to Thee Sankey : Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry.
Stebbins : True-hearted, whole-hearted Jude : Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult Mozart arranged by Hubert Platt Main : Hark! The voice of Jesus calling Smart : O happy band of pilgrims Schumann : Lord, speak to me, that I may speak Jones : He that goeth forth with weeping Doane : Rescue the perishing Sankey : There are lonely hearts to cherish Gauntlett : We give thee but thine own Mason : Work for the night is coming Zeuner : Go, labor on; spend and be spent Jones : Father, hear the prayer we offer Fischer : I love to tell the Story Dunbar : My life, my love, I give to thee Handel : Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve Gauntlett : Oh, still in accents sweet and strong.
Dykes translated by John Mason Neale : Christian, dost thou see them Cutler : The Son of God goes forth to war Sankey : Encamped along the fields of light Arne : Am I a soldier of the cross Barnby : We march, we march to victory Palmer : Yield not to temptation Goss : Who is on the Lord's side? Sherwin : Sound the battle cry Elvey : Soldiers of Christ arise Sullivan : Onward, Christian soldiers!
Mason : My soul, be on thy guard Dykes : Oft in danger, oft in woe Webb : Stand up! Stand up for Jesus! Matthews : God is my strong salvation Sullivan : Courage, brother! Do not stumble Lane : In the hour of trial Mason : Father! Whate'er of earthly bliss Monk : Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide Webbe : Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish Mason : Fight the good fight with all thy might Wells : Holy Spirit, faithful Guide.
Sherwin : Break thou the bread of life Dykes : Burn holy fire within my breast Bradbury : Lord, I hear of showers of blessing Barnby : O One with God the Father Fischer : Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole Mendelssohn : We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen Woodbury : Take my heart, O Father! Take it Mason : Nearer, my God, to Thee Doane : More love to Thee, O Christ Kingsley : Walk in the light Anonymous : Lord, at thy mercy seat Nares : Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Love and Loyalty Hymns Knecht : I lay my sins on Jesus Doane : I am thine, O Lord Main : Jesus, I my cross have taken Elliott : O Jesus, I have promised Towner : When we walk with the Lord Dykes : Jesus, these eyes have never seen Hemy altered by James George Walton : Faith of our fathers!
They read of prophecies and the new star. God can and does use our own strengths and weaknesses in guiding us along the path He has in mind for us. Pray as directed by the Spirit. Dedicate these moments to the patient waiting, when you feel ready ask God for understanding you desire from Him. Final Question: What will you do on Christmas day to hark to the message of these angels and honor the birth of Jesus?
God can guide each of us in the way that we need. The common factor is a willingness to be guided by God. Each of us may receive his guidance differently. It may be through study, meditation, prayer, bearing witness and testimony of what we know. Most likely it will be many of these things. One thing is certain though, it will come as a result of faith.
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