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Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Hymnal #303 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions; Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
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Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, thou hast died!
O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious Name.
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: SPOHR
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
Go forward, Christian soldier
Author: Lawrence Tuttiett Hymnal: The Hymnal #535 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Go forward, Christian soldier,
Beneath his banner true!
The Lord himself, thy Leader,
Shall all thy foes subdue.
His love foretells thy trials;
He knows thine hourly need;
He can with bread of heaven
Thy fainting spirit feed.
Go forward, Christian soldier!
Fear not the secret foe;
Far more o'er thee are watching
Than human eyes can know:
Trust only Christ, thy Captain;
Cease not to watch and pray;
Heed not the treacherous voices
That lure thy soul astray.
Go forward, Christian soldier!
Nor dream of peaceful rest,
Till Satan's host is vanquished
And heaven is all possessed!
Till Christ himself shall call thee
To lay thine armour by,
And wear in endless glory
The crown of victory!
Go forward, Christian soldier!
Fear not the gathering night:
The Lord has been thy shelter;
The Lord will be thy light.
When morn his face revealeth,
Thy dangers all are past:
O pray that faith and virtue
May keep thee to the last!
Languages: English Tune Title: MISSION
Go forward, Christian soldier
O Spirit of the living God
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Hymnal #475 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
O Spirit of the living God,
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order, in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might,
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
Convert the nations! far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The Name of Jesus glorify
Till every people call him Lord.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: MELCOMBE
O Spirit of the living God
God is working his purpose out
Author: Arthur C. Ainger Hymnal: The Hymnal #483a (1916) Meter: Irregular Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
God is working his purpose out,
As year succeeds to year:
God is working his purpose out,
And the time is drawing near;
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Nearer and nearer draws the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
From utmost east to utmost west,
Where'er man's foot hath trod,
By the mouth of many messengers
Goes forth the voice of God;
Give ear to me, ye continents,
Ye isles, give ear to me,
That the earth may be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
What can we do to work God's work,
To prosper and increase
The brotherhood of all mankind,
The reign of the Prince of Peace?
What can we do to hasten the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
March we forth in the strength of God,
With the banner of Christ unfurled,
That the light of the glorious gospel of truth
May shine throughout the world:
Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin
To set their captives free,
That the earth may be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
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All we can do is nothing worth,
Unless God blesses the deed;
Vainly we hope for the harvest-tide,
Till God gives life to the seed;
Yet nearer and nearer draws the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: BENSON
God is working his purpose out
Let the song go round the earth
Author: Sarah G. Stock Hymnal: The Hymnal #485 (1916) Meter: 7.5.7.5.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Let the song go round the earth,
Jesus Christ is Lord!
Sound his praises, tell his worth,
Be his Name adored;
Every clime and every tongue
Join the grand, the glorious song!
Let the song go round the earth!
From the eastern sea,
Where the daylight has its birth,
Glad, and bright, and free!
China's millions join the strains,
Waft them on to India's plains.
Let the song go round the earth!
Lands where Islam's sway
Darkly broods o'er home and hearth,
Cast their bonds away!
Let his praise from Afric's shore
Rise and swell her wide lands o'er.
Let the song go round the earth!
Where the summer smiles;
Let the notes of holy mirth
Break from distant isles!
Inland forests, dark and dim,
Icebound coasts give back the hymn.
Let the song go round the earth,
Jesus Christ is King!
With the story of his worth
Let the whole world ring!
Him creation all adore
Evermore and evermore.
Languages: English Tune Title: MOEL LLYS
Let the song go round the earth
Christ for the world we sing!
Author: Samuel Wolcott Hymnal: The Hymnal #486a (1916) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With loving zeal;
The poor, and them that mourn,
The faint and overborne,
Sinsick and sorrow-worn,
Whom Christ doth heal.
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Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost,
By restless passions tossed,
Redeemed at countless cost,
From dark despair.
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With one accord;
With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With joyful song;
The newborn souls, whose days,
Reclaimed from error's ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.
Languages: English Tune Title: MOSCOW
Christ for the world we sing!
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Hymnal #55 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every 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.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: STUTTGART
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus
The Son of God goes forth to war
Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: The Hymnal #85a (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in his train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in his train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on him to save.
Like him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?
A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came:
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain:
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: CRUSADER
The Son of God goes forth to war
The Son of God goes forth to war
Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: The Hymnal #85b (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in his train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in his train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on him to save.
Like him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?
A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came:
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain:
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.
Amen.
Tune Title: ALL SAINTS
The Son of God goes forth to war
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Hymnal #193 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
His the scepter, His the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone:
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Hark! the songs of peaceful Sion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus out of every nation
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
Alleluia! not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us,
Faith believes, nor questions how:
Though the cloud from sight received Him,
When the forty days were o'er:
Shall our hearts forget His promise,
"I am with you evermore"?
Alleluia! Bread of Heaven,
Thou on earth our Food, our Stay!
Alleluia! here the sinful
Flee to thee from day to day:
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
Earth's Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
Alleluia! King eternal,
Thee the Lord of lords we own:
Alleluia! born of Mary,
Earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne:
Thou within the veil hast entered,
Robed in flesh, our great High Priest:
Thou on earth both Priest and Victim
In the Eucharistic feast.
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
His the scepter, His the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone;
Hark! the songs of holy Sion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus out of every nation
Hath redeemed us by his blood.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ALLELUIA
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
Thy life was given for me
Author: Frances R. Havergal Hymnal: The Hymnal #238 (1916) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Thy life was given for me,
Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
That I might ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
Thy life was given for me:
What have I given for thee?
Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,
That through eternity
Thy glory I might know.
Long years were spent for me:
Have I spent one for thee?
Thy Father's home of light
Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Were left for earthly night,
For wanderings sad and lone.
Yea, all was left for me:
Have I left aught for thee?
And thou hast brought to me,
Down from thy home above,
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and thy love.
Great gifts thou broughtest me:
What have I brought to thee?
O let my life be given,
My years for thee be spent;
World fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffering blent;
Thou gavest thyself for me:
I give myself to thee.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: THY LIFE
Thy life was given for me
Look from Thy sphere of endless day
Author: W. C. Bryant Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #251 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: WARRINGTON
Look from Thy sphere of endless day
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358a (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me:
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. POLYCARP
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358b (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me:
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Amen.
Tune Title: ST. SEBASTIAN
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #358c (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me:
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Amen.
Tune Title: ST. IGNATIUS
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Hymnal #378 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me:
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
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Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. POLYCARP
Jesus, I my cross have taken
O what, if we are Christ's
Author: H. W. Baker Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #390 (1898) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Oh, what, if we are Christ's,
Is earthly shame or loss?
Bright shall the crown of glory be
When we have borne the cross.
2 Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,
Christ's sufferings shared below.
3 Bright is their glory now,
Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.
4 Lord, may that grace be ours,
Like them in faith to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain,
May be our portion here:
5 Enough, if Thou at last
The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath Thy feet,
Where saints and angels live.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MICHAEL
O what, if we are Christ's
Saviour, sprinkle many nations
Author: Arthur Cleveland Coxe Hymnal: The Hymnal #478 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Savior, sprinkle many nations;
Fruitful let thy sorrows be;
By thy pains and consolations
Draw the Gentiles unto thee!
Of thy cross the wondrous story,
Be it to the nations told;
Let them see thee in thy glory
And thy mercy manifold.
Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for thee each mortal breast,
Human tears for thee are flowing,
Human hearts in thee would rest.
Thirsting as for dews of even,
As the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek as God of heaven,
Thee as Man for sinners slain.
Savior, lo! the isles are waiting!
Stretched the hand and strained the sight,
For thy Spirit, new creating,
Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light.
Give the word, and of the preacher
Speed the foot and touch the tongue,
Till on earth by every creature
Glory to the Lamb be sung!
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: IONA
Saviour, sprinkle many nations
God is working his purpose out
Author: Arthur C. Ainger Hymnal: The Hymnal #483b (1916) Meter: Irregular Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
God is working his purpose out,
As year succeeds to year:
God is working his purpose out,
And the time is drawing near;
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Nearer and nearer draws the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
From utmost east to utmost west,
Where'er man's foot hath trod,
By the mouth of many messengers
Goes forth the voice of God;
Give ear to me, ye continents,
Ye isles, give ear to me,
That the earth may be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
What can we do to work God's work,
To prosper and increase
The brotherhood of all mankind,
The reign of the Prince of Peace?
What can we do to hasten the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
March we forth in the strength of God,
With the banner of Christ unfurled,
That the light of the glorious gospel of truth
May shine throughout the world:
Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin
To set their captives free,
That the earth may be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
441
All we can do is nothing worth,
Unless God blesses the deed;
Vainly we hope for the harvest-tide,
Till God gives life to the seed;
Yet nearer and nearer draws the time,
The time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God
As the waters cover the sea.
Amen.
Tune Title: AINGER
God is working his purpose out
Christ for the world we sing!
Author: Samuel Wolcott Hymnal: The Hymnal #486b (1916) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With loving zeal;
The poor, and them that mourn,
The faint and overborne,
Sinsick and sorrow-worn,
Whom Christ doth heal.
443
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost,
By restless passions tossed,
Redeemed at countless cost,
From dark despair.
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With one accord;
With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.
Christ for the world we sing!
The world to Christ we bring,
With joyful song;
The newborn souls, whose days,
Reclaimed from error's ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.
Tune Title: KIRBE BEDON
Christ for the world we sing!
Onward, Christian soldiers
Author: Sabine Baring-Gould Hymnal: The Hymnal #530 (1916) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
Christ, the royal Master,
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
See, his banners go.
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!
At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise!
Like a mighty army
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,
All one Body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.
Crowns and thrones may perish,
Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain;
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Gates of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;
We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Onward, then, ye people!
Join our happy throng!
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph song!
Glory, laud, and honour,
Unto Christ the King;
This through countless ages
Men and angels sing.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GERTRUDE
Onward, Christian soldiers
O brothers, lift your voices
Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #579a (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Tune Title: HILL BOURNE
O brothers, lift your voices
O brothers, lift your voices
Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #579b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Tune Title: BRADFORD
O brothers, lift your voices
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
Author: G. Duffield Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #582a (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Tune Title: WEBB
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
Author: G. Duffield Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #582b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Tune Title: CRUCIFER
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
Author: G. Duffield Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #582c (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Parochial Missions Tune Title: STAND UP
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
At even, ere the sun was set
Author: Rev. H. Twells Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #14 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, in what divers pains they met!
Oh, with what joy they went away!
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we
Oppressed with various ills draw near;
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had,
4 And some have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free,
And some have friends that give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would love Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind, but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.
7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [At even, ere the sun was set]
At even, ere the sun was set
At even, ere the sun was set
Author: H. Twells Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #14 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, in what divers pains they met!
Oh, with what joy they went away!
2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we
Oppressed with various ills draw near;
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.
3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well,
And some have lost the love they had,
4 And some have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free,
And some have friends that give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would love Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.
6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind, but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.
7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ANGELUS
At even, ere the sun was set
Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear
Author: John Keble Hymnal: The Hymnal #20 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My weary eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Savior's breast.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned today the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep tonight,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: HURSLEY
Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear
O help us, Lord; each hour of need
Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Hymnal #33 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
O help us, Lord, each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give:
Help us in thought, in word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live!
O help us, when our spirits cry
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dry,
O help us, Lord, the more!
O help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe!
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
O help us, Savior, from on high:
We have no help but thee.
O help us so to live and die
As thine in heaven to be!
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER
O help us, Lord; each hour of need
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah
Author: William Williams; Peter Williams; John Keble Hymnal: The Hymnal #42a (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land,
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,
Be the Lord my Righteousness.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. OSWALD
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah
Author: William Williams; Peter Williams; John Keble Hymnal: The Hymnal #42b (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land,
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,
Be the Lord my Righteousness.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Amen.
Tune Title: AUTUMN
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah
Thou art coming, O my Saviour!
Author: Frances R. Havergal Hymnal: The Hymnal #67 (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.8.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Thou art coming, O my Savior!
Thou art coming, O my King!
In thy beauty all resplendent,
In thy glory all transcendent;
Well may we rejoice and sing;
Coming: in the opening east
Herald brightness slowly swells;
Coming: O thou glorious Priest!
Hear we not thy golden bells?
Thou art coming, thou art coming;
We shall meet thee on thy way;
We shall see thee, we shall know thee,
We shall bless thee, we shall show thee
All our hearts could never say;
What an anthem that will be,
Music rapturously sweet,
Pouring out our love to thee
At thine own all-glorious feet.
Thou art coming; at thy table
We are witnesses for this;
While remembering hearts thou meetest
In communion clearest, sweetest,
Earnest of our coming bliss;
Showing not thy death alone,
And thy love exceeding great,
But thy coming, and thy throne,
All for which we long and wait.
Thou art coming, we are waiting
With a hope that cannot fail;
Asking not the day or hour,
Resting on thy word of power,
Anchored safe within the veil.
Time appointed may be long,
But the vision must be sure;
Certainty shall make us strong,
Joyful patience can endure.
O the joy to see thee reigning,
Thee, our own beloved Lord!
Every tongue thy Name confessing,
Worship honour, glory, blessing
Brought to thee with one accord;
Thee, our Master and our Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned,
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: BEVERLY
Thou art coming, O my Saviour!
Weary of earth, and laden with my sin
Author: S. J. Stone Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #82 (1898) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look to heaven and long to enter in:
But there no evil thing may find a home;
And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."
2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day be day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."
4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
5 'Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.
6 O great Absolve, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
7 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN
Weary of earth, and laden with my sin
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown
Author: Emily E. S. Elliott Hymnal: The Hymnal #83 (1916) Meter: Irregular Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown,
When thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room
For thy holy nativity.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee.
Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming thy royal degree;
But in lowly birth didst thou come to earth,
And in great humility.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee.
The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest
In the shade of the forest tree;
But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God,
In the desert of Galilee.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee.
Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word,
That should set thy people free;
But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,
They bore thee to Calvary.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
Thy cross is my only plea.
When the heavens shall ring, and the angels sing
At thy coming to victory,
Let thy voice call me home, saving, "Yet there is room
There is room at my side for thee."
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When thou comest and callest for me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: MARGARET
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown
Weary of wandering from my God
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #83 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear and bow me to the rod;
For Thee, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesu, full of pardoning grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face:
Open Thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
Oh, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: WAVERTREE
Weary of wandering from my God
O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend
Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #84 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end;
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding way,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend]
O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend
O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend
Author: C. Elliott Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #84 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end;
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding way,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: TIDESWELL
O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend
O Jesu, Saviour of the lost
Author: Bp. E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #85 (1894) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Jesu, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.
2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.
3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.
4 And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [O Jesu, Saviour of the lost]
O Jesu, Saviour of the lost
O Jesu, Saviour of the lost
Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #85 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Jesu, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.
2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.
3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.
4 And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM
O Jesu, Saviour of the lost
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #86 (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy Book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin:
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
5 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry]
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Author: I. Watts Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #86 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy Book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin:
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
5 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: HUMILITY
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
With broken heart and contrite sigh
Author: C. Elven Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #87a (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry:
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscience guilt oppressed;
Christ and His cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.
3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.
4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.
5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: PENITENCE
With broken heart and contrite sigh
With broken heart and contrite sigh
Author: C. Elven Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #87b (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry:
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscience guilt oppressed;
Christ and His cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.
3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.
4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.
5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.
Amen.
Tune Title: ZEPHYR
With broken heart and contrite sigh
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
Author: Rev. I. Williams Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #88 (1894) Meter: Irregular Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere the time shall pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that day of doom appears.
3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it closes evermore.
4 By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
5 By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
6 Judge and Saviour of our race,
Grant us, when we see Thy face,
With Thy ransomed ones a place.
7 On Thy love we rest alone,
And that love shall then be known
By the pardoned, round Thy throne.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, in this Thy mercy's day]
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
Author: I. Williams Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #88a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere the time shall pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that day of doom appears.
3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it closes evermore.
4 By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
5 By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
6 Judge and Saviour of our race,
Grant us, when we see Thy face,
With Thy ransomed ones a place.
7 On Thy love we rest alone,
And that love shall then be known
By the pardoned, round Thy throne.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PHILIP
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
Author: I. Williams Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #88b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere the time shall pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that day of doom appears.
3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it closes evermore.
4 By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
5 By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
6 Judge and Saviour of our race,
Grant us, when we see Thy face,
With Thy ransomed ones a place.
7 On Thy love we rest alone,
And that love shall then be known
By the pardoned, round Thy throne.
Amen. Tune Title: HOLY CROSS
Lord, in this Thy mercy's day
When I survey the wondrous cross
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #101a (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See,from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [When I survey the wondrous cross]
When I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #101b (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See,from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [When I survey the wondrous cross]
When I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
Author: I Watts Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #101 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See,from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM
When I survey the wondrous cross
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