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I was a wandering sheep
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: Church Book #107 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.
2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.
3 Jesus my Shepherd is;
'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His Blood,
'Twas He that made me whole.
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.
4 I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love my Shepherd's voice,
I love, I love the fold!
I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home. Languages: English Tune Title: THESSALONICA
I was a wandering sheep
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee
Author: Francis Scott Key Hymnal: Church Book #108 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away.
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw Thy guilt-born fear,
And the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained Cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless.
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise:
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ADORATION
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee
Here behold me, as I cast me
Author: Joachim Neander; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #23 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Here behold me, as I cast me
Neath Thy throne, O glorious King!
Sorrows thronging, childlike longing,
Son of Man, to Thee I bring.
Let me find Thee!
Me, a poor and worthless thing.
2 Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee,
Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine;
Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me,
Only Thee to know I pine.
Let me find Thee!
Take my heart, and own me Thine!
3 Naught I ask for, naught I strive for,
But Thy grace so rich and free;
That Thou givest whom Thou lovest,
And who truly cleave to Thee.
Let me find Thee!
He hath all things who hath Thee.
4 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure,
Glorious name, or richest hoard,
Are but weary, void and dreary,
To the heart that longs for God.
Let me find Thee!
I am thine, O mighty Lord! Languages: English Tune Title: SIEH, HIER BIN ICH EHRENKÖNIG
Here behold me, as I cast me
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Church Book #29 (1890) Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy Blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest!
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live Thy people's death. Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 47
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Grace! 'tis a charming sound
Author: Doddridge Hymnal: Church Book #102 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that Grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown.
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise. Languages: English Tune Title: DOVER
Grace! 'tis a charming sound
What are the heavens, O God of heaven?
Author: John Mason Hymnal: Church Book #104 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 What are the heavens, O God of heaven?
Thou art more bright, more high:
What are bright stars, and brighter saints,
To Thy bright majesty?
2 Thou'rt far above the songs of heaven,
Sung by the holy ones;
And dost Thou stoop and bow Thine ear
To a poor sinner's groans?
3 My precious Saviour's guiltless Blood
First washed away my sin,
And Thy Eternal Spirit was
My Advocate within.
4 It could not be that Thou should'st hear
A mortal, sinful worm;
But that my prayers presented are
In a most glorious form.
5 Thou heard'st my prayer for Jesus' sake,
Whom Thou dost hear always:
Lord, hear through that prevailing Name
My voice of joy and praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER
What are the heavens, O God of heaven?
Out of the depths I cry to Thee
Author: Martin Luther; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #354 (1890) Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee!
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
Let my prayer come before Thee!
If Thou remember each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?
2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy Love
And grace alone avail us.
Our works could ne'er our guilt remove,
The strictest life must fail us.
That none may boast himself of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him seemeth righteous.
3 And thus my hope is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
I rest upon His faithful word
To them of contrite spirit.
That He is merciful and just,--
Here is my comfort and my trust,
His help I wait with patience.
4 And though it tarry till the night,
And round till morning waken,
My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might,
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God's appearing.
5 Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our kind and faithful Shepherd, He,
Who shall at last set Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English Tune Title: AUS TIEFER NOTH SCHREI ICH ZU DIR
Out of the depths I cry to Thee
O Lord, turn not Thy face from me
Author: John Mardley Hymnal: Church Book #357 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 O Lord, turn not Thy face from me,
Who lie in woful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life
Before Thy mercy-gate:
2 A gate which opens wide to those
That do lament their sin:
Shut not that gate against me, Lord;
But let me enter in.
3 And call me not to strict account
How I have sojourned here;
For then my guilty conscience knows
How vile I shall appear.
4 So come I to Thy mercy-gate,
Where mercy doth abound,
Imploring pardon for my sin,
To heal my deadly wound.
5 O Lord, I need not to repeat
The comfort I would have:
Thou know'st, O Lord, before I ask,
The blessing I do crave.
6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy, I ask,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit;
Lord, let Thy mercy come! Languages: English Tune Title: FARRANT
O Lord, turn not Thy face from me
To God the only wise
Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #443 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 To God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis His almighty Love,
His counsel, and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete
Before the glory of His face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all His faithful sons
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of His grace,
And make His wonders known.
5 To our Redeemer God
Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCONIA
To God the only wise
Lord, remove the veil away
Author: Jane Borthwick; Frederick Gottlieb Klopstock Hymnal: Church Book #22 (1890) Topics: Quinquagesima Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lord, remove the veil away,
Let us see Thyself to-day!
Thou who camest from on high,
For our sins to bleed and die,
Help us now to cast aside
All that would our hearts divide;
With the Father and the Son,
Let Thy living Church be one.
2 O, from earthly cares set free,
Let us find our rest in Thee!
May our toils and conflicts cease
In the calm of Sabbath peace,
That Thy people here below
Something of the bliss may know,
Something of the rest and love,
In the Sabbath home above!
3 Lord, Thy sinful child prepare
For a place and portion there!
Give my soul the spotless dress
Of Thy perfect Righteousness:
Then at length, a welcome guest,
I shall enter to the feast,
Earthly cares and sorrow o'er,
Joys to last for evermore.
Languages: English Tune Title: O GESEGNETES REGIEREN
Lord, remove the veil away
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