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Rejoice in God, the word commands
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #398 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Complaint under Darkness Lyrics: 1 Rejoice in God, the word commands,
And fain would I obey;
Yet still my spirit lingering stands,
While doubts impede my way.
2 How can my soul exult for joy,
Which feels this load of sin?
And how can praise my tongue employ,
While darkness reigns within?
3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth,
When I no rapture feel?
Or how should notes of heavenly mirth,
Sound from a breast of steel?
4 If falling tears and rising sighs,
In triumph share a part;
Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes,
And search this bleeding heart!
5 My soul forgets to use her wings;
My harp neglected lies;
For sin has broken all its strings,
And guilt shuts out my joys.
6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice,
Alone my heart can move;
Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice,
And melt my soul to love.
Rejoice in God, the word commands
Lo, what a glorious sight appears
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #521 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint pride, atheism, oppression, etc Lyrics:
Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and sea are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.
From the third heav'n, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing-
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.
"The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he the loving God.
"His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself, shall die."
How long, dear Savior! O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.
Scripture: Revelation 21:1-4 Languages: English
Lo, what a glorious sight appears
What contradictions meet
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #558 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Minister's Complaint Lyrics: 1 What contradictions meet
In ministers' employ!
It is a bitter sweet--
A sorrow full of joy;
No other post affords a place
For equal honour or disgrace!
2 Who can describe the pain
Which faithful preachers feel,
Constrain'd to preach in vain,
To hearts as hard as steel?
Or who can tell the pleasures felt,
When stubborn hearts begin to melt?
3 The Saviour's dying love,
The soul's amazing worth,
Their utmost efforts move,
And draw their bowels forth:
They pray and strive--their rest departs,
Till Christ be form'd in sinners hearts.
4 If some small hope appear,
They still are not content;
But with a jealous fear,
They watch for the event:
Too oft they find their hopes deceiv'd;
Then how their inmost souls are griev'd!
5 But when their pain succeed,
And from the tender blade
The rip'ning ears proceed,
Their toils are overpaid:
No harvest-joy can equal theirs,
To find the fruit of all their cares.
6 On what has now been sown
Thy blessing, Lord bestow;
The power is thine alone,
To make it spring and grow;
Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou, alone, shalt have the praise. Scripture: Galatians 4:16
What contradictions meet
O Lord, in Mercy cast an Eye
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #165 (1732) Topics: Sion's Complaints Lyrics: I. O Lord, in mercy cast an Eye
On thy distressed SION;
How few of Christians canst thou spy
That 'scape th' infernal Lion?
Thy Truth was never more despis'd;
Faith, Charity is but disguis'd
Amongst its mere Professors.
II. They teach but Lies and Flattery,
What is their own Invention;
Their Doctrine is but Mockery
Of God and his Intention:
One chuses this, another that,
Pretending to they know not what,
Thought Saint-like in Appearance.
III. Root out all mere Formality,
O Lord! and its Infection,
Confound refin'd Hyporcrisy,
Which is beyond Correction.
Yet shall our words be free, thy cry:
Where is the Lord will ask us why?
who dares controul our Sayings?
IV. The Lord, who sees the Poor opprest,
And hears the proud Professors,
Will rise to give his Children Rest,
And curb their sore Oppressors;
Nor will he send his Word in vain,
But wilful Mockers shall be slain,
to save his poor Beloved.
V. As Silver sev'n Times purify'd
Shines in its greatest Beauty;
So, Lord, thy word, the oftner try'd,
Exerts the greater Duty;
Affliction shall refine it more,
And shew its Energy and Pow'r
According to thy Promise.
VI. O Lord, we pray, preserve it pure
In this our Generation,
And let us dwell in Thee secure
From all Abomination.
For Sin increases ev'ry Day,
In ev'ry Place where bear the Sway
The Church of CHRIST'S Blasphemers.
Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, in Mercy cast an Eye]
O Lord, in Mercy cast an Eye
In traurigkeit zerflossen
Hymnal: Erbauliche Lieder-Sammlung #738 (1826) Topics: Complaints of Age Lyrics: 1 In traurigkeit zerflossen,
Versolg' ich meine lauf,
Es keim't gleich zarten sprossen
Rach dir die sehnsucht auf,
In wehmuth komm ich wieder,
Mit nassem angesicht
Sink ich am throne nieder,
Verwirf den sünder nicht.
2 Mein Gott! zerbrich die banden,
Wo ich gefesselt bin,
Mach' sünd und welt zu schanden,
Erneu're meinen sinn,
Du kennest mein verderben,
Du siehst des herzensgrund,
Ich kuampfe mit dem sterben,
Dir ist mein jammer kund.
3 Die welt will mich verschlingen,
Sie setzt mir bestig zu,
Auf ernst im kampf und ringen
Er folgt nicht jene ruh;,
Die meine seele merkte,
Wenn sie sich zu dir drang,
Und die mich göttlich stärkte,
Wenn ich in thränen rang.
4 Das gift der eingenliebe
Vertrocknet allen saft,
Verstell'te eig'ne triebe
Verzehren meine kraft,
Oft wiegt der trägheit schlummer
Die sich're seele ein:
Dis bringet neuen kummer,
Vertreibt den gnadenschein.
5 Die schwermuth der gedanken,
Und tausendfacher tand,
Verursacht straucheln, wanken,
Entreißt mich deiner hand,
Mich foltern eit'le sorgen,
Ein nichts, ein bloser schein.
Vom abend bis zum morgen
Muß ich gemartert seyn.
6 Die folgen solcher sünden,
Die mir gering gedeucht,
Muß ich mit schmerz empfinden,
Ich werde tief gebeugt,
Mein herz kan sich nicht fassen,
In schwarzer dunkelheit
Bin ich allein gelassen,
O der verfloß'nen zeit.
7 Ich fühle leibesschwäche,
Auch dis benimmt den muth,
Des lebens rothe bäche,
Das alters zäbes blut,
Stimmt seine engen gange,
Vermehrt der schwermuth pein,
Rührt tiefer ins gedränge;
Wie kan ich frölich seynt.
8 Laß mich, mein Heil, nicht liegen,
Ich schreye, brich herien,
Gib kraft zum kampf und siegen,
Laß mich doch nie allein;
Ich eile Zions hügel
Mit neuem muthe zu,
Gib meinem geiste flügel,
Willkommen süsse ruh!
Languages: German
In traurigkeit zerflossen
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