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God liveth still!

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #343 (1893) Meter: 4.7.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 GOD liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! God is good; from His compassion Earthly help and comfort flow; Strong is His right hand to fashion All things well for man below: Trial, oft the most distressing, In the end has proved a blessing. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer, 2 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! He who gave the eye its vision, Shall He slumber once or sleep? He who gave the ear its mission, Hears He not His children weep? God is God; His ear attendeth When the sigh our bosom rendeth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 3 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! He who gives the clouds their measure, Stretching out the heavens alone; He who stores the earth with treasure, Is not far from every one. God in the hour of need defendeth Him whose heart in love ascendeth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 4 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Is thy cross too great and pond'rous, Cast on Him thy grievous load; God is great, His love is wondrous, He will speed thee on the road. For His truth endureth ever, And His mercy ceaseth never. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 5 God liveth still Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Is the yoke of sin too galling? Christ Himself has set thee free, Borne for thee their weight appalling, Cast them in oblivion's sea! In thy deepest grief and sadness He can grant thee joy and gladness. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 6 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! When the world would let thee perish, Pathless all thy tangled way, God the nearer draws, to cherish Him who makes the Lord his Stay. Children oft that most He loveth Thus with strictest rod He proveth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 7 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Heaven's huge vault may cleave asunder, Earths' round globe in ruins burst; Satan's fellest rage may thunder, Death and hell may spend their worst; Then will God keep safe and surely Those who trust in Him securely. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 8 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Be thy life, until its ending, Full of thorns, of grief or need, God, in love the trial sending, Thus His child would heavenwards lead. For this life's long night of sadness He will give thee peace and gladness. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. Languages: English

Affliction is a stormy deep

Author: Nathaniel Cotton Hymnal: Church Book #479 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort; The Cross and Comfort In Outward Suffering Lyrics: 1 Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save. 2 The hand that now withholds my joys Can reinstate my peace: And He who bade the tempest roar, Can bid that tempest cease. 3 In the dark watches of the night, I'll count His mercies o'er; I'll praise Him for ten thousand past, And humbly sue for more. 4 When darkness and when sorrows rose And pressed on every side, The Lord has still sustained my steps, And still has been my Guide. 5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, Nor murmur at His rod; He's more than all the world to me, My Health, my Life, my God! Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English Tune Title: DOMINE CLAMAVI

God of my life, to Thee I call!

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Church Book #480 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort; The Cross and Comfort In Outward Suffering Lyrics: 1 God of my life, to Thee I call! Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail! 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek Thy face in vain? 4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer-hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. 5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast. 6 Poor though I be, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. Languages: English Tune Title: ANGELUS

Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!

Author: Thomas Raffles Hymnal: Church Book #489 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort; The Cross and Comfort In General Need Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord! On Thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust. I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me. 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me. 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain: Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? 4 And when Thy awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW

God is love His mercy brightens

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #342 (1893) Meter: 8.7 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 GOD is love His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever, Man decays, and ages move; But His mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom Him brightness streameth; God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly care entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Everywhere His glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love. Languages: English

Commit whatever grieves thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #339 (1893) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 COMMIT whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays. Who freest courses maketh For clouds, and air, and wind, And who care ever taketh A path for thee to find. 2 The Lord thou must repose on If thou wouldst prosper sure, His work must ever gaze on If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not moved to giving; By prayer must thou obtain. 3 Thy grace that ever floweth, O Father! what is good, Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good, doth into being, O mighty Prince arise! 4 For means it fails Thee never, Thou always findst a way, Thy doing’s blessing ever, Thy path like brightest day. Thy work can no one hinder, Thy labor cannot rest, If Thou design’st Thy tender Children should be blessed. 5 Though all the power of evil Should rise up to resist, Without a doubt or cavil God never will desist; His undertakings ever At length He carries through; What He designs He never Can fail at all to do. 6 Hope on, thou heart, grief-riven, Hope, and courageous be, Where anguish thee hath driven Thou shalt deliverance see. God, from Thy pit of sadness Shall raise thee graciously; Wait and the sun of gladness Thine eyes shall early see. 7 Up! up! to pain and anguish A long good night now say; Drive all that makes thee languish In grief and woe away. Thine ’tis not to endeavor The ruler’s part to play, God sits as ruler ever, Guides all things well each day. 8 Let Him alone--and tarry, He is a Prince all-wise, He shall Himself so carry, ’Twill strange seem in thine eyes. When He, as Him beseemeth, In wonderful decree, Shall as Himself good deemeth, O’errule what grieveth thee. 9 He may, awhile still staying, His comforts keep from thee And, on His part delaying, Seem to have utterly Forgotten and forsaken And put thee out of mind, Though thou’rt by grief o’ertaken, No time for thee to find. 10 But if thou never shrinkest, And true dost still remain, He’ll come when least thou thinkest, And set thee free again, Thee from the load deliver, That burdeneth thy heart, That thou hast carried never For any evil part. 11 Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway, Who honor’s crown obtainest, That never fades away. God in thy hand will give thee One day the glorious palm; Who ne’er in grief did leave thee, To Him thou’llt sing thy psalm. 12 O Lord, no longer lengthen Our time of misery, Our hands and feet to strengthen And until death may we By Thee be watched and cared for, In faithfulness and love, So come we where prepared for Us is our blessed abode. Languages: English

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #357 (1893) Meter: 6.4 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 3 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Languages: English

When in the hour of utmost need

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #364 (1893) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 WHEN in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought Nor help nor counsel yet have brought: 2 Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery; 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, Repenting sore with bitter sighs, And seek Thy pardon for our sin, And respite from our griefs within. 4 For Thou hast promised graciously To hear all those who cry to Thee, Through Him whose name alone is great, Our Saviour and our Advocate. 5 And thus we come, O God, to day, And all our woes before Thee lay, For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand, Perils and foes on every hand. 6 Ah! hide not for our sins Thy face, Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill. 7 That so with all our hearts we may Once more our glad thanksgivings pay, Then walk obedient to Thy Word, And now and ever praise Thee, Lord. Languages: English

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #447 (1893) Meter: 11.10 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 COME, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish, Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel, Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying-- Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love: come ever knowing Earth hath no sorrow but heaven can remove. Languages: English

And let this feeble body fail

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #337 (1893) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 AND let this feeble body fail, And let it faint and die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the disembodied saints And find its long sought rest, That only bliss for which it pants, In my Redeemer's breast. 2 In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain, And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain: I suffer on my threescore years Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away His servant's tears, And take His exile home. 3 O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise! I see a world of Spirits bright Who reap the pleasures there; They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear. 4 O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, Thou count me meet, With that enraptured host t'appear, And worship at Thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away; But let me find them all again In that eternal day. Languages: English