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When Jesus Was A Refugee

Author: Mary Nelson Keithahn Hymnal: The Song Lingers On #9 (2003) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: Chirstian Life Neighbors Lyrics: When Jesus was a refugeefrom Herodâ€™s cruel tyranny,an exile in a foreign place,a child in need of saving grace,we wonder who it was God ledto shelter him and give him bread.We wonder too, had we been there,would we have been as quick to share?When Jesus left his parentsâ€™ home,without a place to call his own,he walked with strangers on the streetand lived with those he chanced to meet--a fisherman in Galilee,and newfound friends in Bethany.Would we have welcomed him that way,and given him a place to stay?When Jesus died upon a crossalone, with few to mourn his loss,a friend came forth to offer roomfor him within a garden tomb.They gently took his body there,anointing him with tender care.Would we have heeded Godâ€™s requestand helped to lay our Lord to rest?Now risen, Christ still makes his homewith everyone who walks alone,and, with the people on the street,still waits in line for bread to eat.The time is now. We must decide.Will we pass by the other side,or will we follow Loveâ€™s commandand reach out with a helping hand? Scripture: Matthew 25:35-36 Tune Title: NEIGHBORS

Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

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.) #222b (1786) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve; But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #222b (1790) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve; But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

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.) #237a (1786) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve; But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #237a (1787) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil Neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve; But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Psalm 120

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.282 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Evil neighbors; Quarrelsome neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suff'ring state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit? Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life. O might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! Should burning arrows smite thee through Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Purify My Heart

Author: Richard Leach Hymnal: Worship and Song #3103 (2011) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Neighbors; Neighbors First Line: Purify my heart, O Father Scripture: Matthew 5:8 Languages: English Tune Title: TURN MY HEART

Everything That Has Voice

Author: Shirley Erena Murray Hymnal: Worship and Song #3126 (2011) Meter: 6.6.7.6.7.7.9 Topics: Neighbors; Neighbors Lyrics: 1 Everything that has voice, sing for peace, speak for pace, given chance, given choice, work for peace, write for peace, resonating everywhere, echoing our common care: everything that has voice sing for peace! 2 All the world longs for peace, cries for peace, dies for peace; let the children, every place, sleep in peace, grow in peace, home and country safe to be where the Spirit rises free: all the world longs for peace cries for peace. 3 Everyone who has breath, you and I, passers-by, every tenant of the earth, plant for peace, gather peace, cultivate a neighborhood cherishing our neighbor's good: everyone who has a breath live in peace. Scripture: Psalm 35:14 Languages: English Tune Title: SING FOR PEACE

Lord, if thou dost not soon appear

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P12a (1766) Topics: Complaint of quarellsome Neighbors Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful Man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole Discourse when Neighbors meet, Is fill'd with Trifles loose and vain; Their Lips are Flatt'ry and Deceit, And their proud Language is profane. 3 But Lips that with Deceit abound Shall not maintain their Triumph long; The God of Vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming Tongue. 4 "Yet shall our Words be free, they cry; "Our Tongues shall be controul'd by none: "Where is the Lord will ask us why? "Or, say, our Lips are not our own?" 5 The Lord, who sees the Poor opprest, And hears th' Oppressor's haughty Strain, Will rise to give his Children Rest, Nor shall they trust his Word in vain. 6 Thy Word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of Deceit shall still appear; Not Silver seven Times purify'd From Dross and Mixture shines so clear. 7 Thy Grace shall in the darkest Hour Defend the holy Soul from Harm; Tho' when the vilest Men have Power, On ev'ry Side will Sinners swarm. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

The Saints Safety and Hope in evil Times; or, Sins of the Tongue complained of, viz. Blasphemy, Falshood, etc.

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #20 (1740) Topics: Complaint of quarellsome Neighbors First Line: Lord, if thou dost not soon appear Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful Man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole Discourse, when Neighbors meet, Is fill'd with Trifles loose and vain; Their Lips are Flatt'ry and Deceit, And their proud Language is profane. 3 But Lips that with Deceit abound Shall not maintain their Triumph long; The God of Vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 4 "Yet shall our Words be free" they cry; "Our tongues shall be controul'd by none: "Where is the Lord will ask us why? "Or, say, our Lips are not our own?" 5 The Lord, who sees the Poor oppresst, And hears th' Oppressor's haughty Strain, Will rise to give his Children Rest, Nor shall they trust his Word in vain. 6 Thy Word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of Deceit shall still appear; Not Silver seven Times purify'd From Dross and Mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy Grace shall in the darkest Hour Defend the holy Soul from Harm; Tho' when the vilest Men have Power, On ev'ry Side will Sinners swarm. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English