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Zion mourns in fear and anguish
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #367 (1893) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 ZION mourns in fear and anguish,
Zion, city of our God:
"Ah!" she saith, "how sore I languish,
Bowed beneath so hard a load;
God hath sure forsook me quite,
And forgot my sorry plight;"--
Nay, the Lord, who chose thee, spares thee,
For within His heart He bears thee.
2 "Once," she mourns, "He promised plainly
That His help should aye be near,
Yet I now must seek Him vainly
In my days of woe and fear.
Will He then forevermore
Keep His anger, and no more
Help His chosen generation
In their present tribulation?"
3 "Zion, surely I have loved thee!"
Thus to her the Highest saith,
"True that many woes have proved thee,
And thy soul is sad to death,
Yet now cast thy griefs behind;
Where wilt thou a mother find,
For her own child not providing,
Or in hatred with it chiding?"
4 "Nay, and couldst thou find a mother
Who forgot her infant's claim,
Or whose wrath her love could smother,
Yet would I be still the same;
For my truth is pledged to thee,
Zion, thou art dear to me,
I within my heart have set thee,
And I never can forget thee."
5 "Let not Satan make thee craven,
He can fight but cannot harm;
On my hands thy name is graven,
And thy shield is still my arm.
How, then, could it ever be
That I failed to think of thee,
Build the wall of my own city,
And look down on thee with pity?"
6 "Thou before my eyes art ever,
In my bosom thou art laid
As a nursing child, and never
Shalt thou lack my timely aid.
Me and thee no time, nor stress,
War, nor danger, nor distress,
No, nor Satan's self shall sever,--
Only be thou faithful ever." Languages: English
Zion mourns in fear and anguish
Give to the winds thy fears
Author: John Wesley Hymnal: The Book of Worship #427 (1907) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Topics: The Cross and Comfort
Give to the winds thy fears
O hear me, Lord, for I am poor
Author: John Mason Hymnal: Church Book #482 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort In Outward Suffering Lyrics: 1 O hear me, Lord, for I am poor,
And seek salvation at Thy door;
Bow down Thy gentle ear to me,
Who am opprest with misery.
2 Let mercy come from God on high,
The object of my daily cry;
I daily knock, I daily wait,
For mercy's alms, at mercy's gate.
3 Thou, Lord, art good, and Thou dost stand
With sealéd pardons in Thy hand;
O how the dews of mercy fall,
And answer at Thy people's call!
4 Lord, guide me in Thy secret way;
With such a Guide I shall not stray:
Bring me into a heavenly frame,
Unite my heart to fear Thy Name.
5 O King of Nations, Lord of all,
Before Thee shall all nations fall;
And every language shall confess
Thy glorious everlastingness! Scripture: Psalm 86 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CATHERINE
O hear me, Lord, for I am poor
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Author: Richard Baxter Hymnal: Church Book #492 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort In General Need Lyrics: 1 Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?
2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before:
He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?
3 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints,
That sing Jehovah's praise.
My knowledge of that Life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 137TH PSALM
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Beloved, "It is well!"
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #338 (1893) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 BELOVED, "It is well!"
God’s ways are always right;
And perfect love is o’er them all,
Though far above our sight.
2 Beloved, "It is well!"
Though deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind
And heal the broken heart.
3 Beloved, "It is well!"
Though sorrow clouds our way,
’Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.
4 Beloved, "It is well!"
The path that Jesus trod,
Though rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to heaven and God. Languages: English
Beloved, "It is well!"
From God shall naught divide me
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #341 (1893) Meter: 7.6.6.7.7.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 FROM God shall naught divide me,
For He is true for aye,
And on my path will guide me,
Who else should often stray;
His ever-bounteous hand
By night and day is heedful,
And gives me what is needful,
Where'er I go or stand.
2 When man's help and affection
Shall unavailing prove,
God grants me His protection,
And proves His power and love;
He helps me in my need,
Delivers me from evil,
From sin, and death, and Devil,
He is my Friend indeed.
3 If sorrow comes, He sent it,
In Him I put my trust;
I never shall repent it,
For He is true and just,
And endeth every ill;
My life and soul I render
To God, my strong Defender,
Let Him do as He will.
4 Whate'er shall be His pleasure
Is surely best for me;
He gave His dearest Treasure,
That our weak hearts may see
How good His will toward us;
And in His Son He gave us
Whate'er could bless and save us;
Praise Him who loveth thus!
5 O praise Him, for He never
Forgets our daily need;
O blest the hour whenever
Our thoughts to Him can speed;
Yea, all the time we spend
Without Him is but wasted,
Till we His joy have tasted,
The joy that hath no end.
6 The world away is passing
With all its pomp and pride,
All we have been amassing
No longer may abide:
But in our earthly bed,
When safely we are sleeping,
God hath us in His keeping,
To wake us from the dead.
7 Our soul shall never perish,
But in yon paradise
The joys of heaven shall cherish;
Our body shall arise
Pure, holy, new-born, free
From every sin and evil;
The tempting of the Devil
We then no more shall see.
8 Then, though on earth I suffer
Much trial, well I know
I merit ways still rougher,
And 'tis to heaven I go:
For Christ I know and love,
To Him I now am hasting,
And gladness everlasting
With Him my heart shall prove.
9 Such is His will that made us,
The Father seeks our good;
The Son hath grace to rid us,
Who saved us by His blood;
His Spirit rules our ways,
Through faith in our abiding,
To heaven our footsteps guiding;
To Him be thanks and praise! Languages: English
From God shall naught divide me
God moves in a mysterious way
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #344 (1893) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform:
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain:
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Languages: English
God moves in a mysterious way
God of my life, to Thee I call!
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #345 (1893) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort 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 thou 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
God of my life, to Thee I call!
Let not such a thought e'er pain thee
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #347 (1893) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Cross and Comfort Lyrics: 1 LET not such a thought e’er pain thee
As that thou art cast away,
But within God’s Word restrain thee,
That far otherwise doth say.
E’en though thou unrighteous art,
True and faithful is God’s heart.
Hast thou death deserved forever?
God’s appeased, despond thou never!
2 Thou art, as is every other,
Tainted by the poison sin,
That the Serpent, and our father
Adam, by the fall, brought in.
But if thou God’s voice dost hear,
“Turn to me, do good,” ne’er fear,
Be of good cheer, He thy yearning
Will regard, thy prayer ne’er spurning.
3 He is not a bear or lion
Thirsting only for thy blood,
Faithful is thy God in Zion,
Gentle ever is His mood.
God aye as a Father feels,
He’s afflicted by our ills,
Our misfortune sorrow gives Him,
And our dying ever grieves Him.
4 “Truly,” saith He, “as I’m living,
I the death of none desire,
But that men themselves upgiving,
May be rescued from sin’s mire.”
When a prodigal returns,
God’s heart then with rapture burns,
Wills that not the least one even
Ever from His flock be driven.
5 Shepherd was so faithful never,
Seeking sheep that go astray;
Couldest thou God’s heart see ever
How He cares for them alway,
How it thirsts and sighs and burns,
After him who from Him turns,
From His people’s midst doth wander,
Love would make thee weep and ponder.
6 God the good not only loveth
Who in His house ever dwell,
But His heart compassion moveth
Tow’rds those whom the Prince of hell
Hath enslaved, the cruel foe,
Who men’s hearts with hate to glow
Makes ’gainst Him, who when He ever
Moves His foot, can make earth quiver.
7 Deep His love is and enduring,
His desire is ever great,
He is calling and alluring
Us to enter heaven’s wide gate.
When they come, whoe’er they be,
Seeking now that liberty
From the Devil’s fangs be given,
Glad are all the hosts of heaven.
8 God and all on high who’re dwelling,
’Fore whom heaven must hush its voice,
When their Maker’s praise forth telling,
O’er our penitence rejoice;
But what has been done amiss
Covered now and buried is,
All offence to Him we’ve given,
All, yea all, is now forgiven.
9 From no lake so much is gushing,
No depth is so deep at all,
With such force no stream is rushing,
All compared with God is small;
Naught is like His grace so great,
That remits our mighty debt,
That He ever throweth over
All our lives e’en as a cover.
10 Soul, why art thou sad and dreary?
Rest now and contented be!
Why wilt thou thyself so weary
When there is no need for thee?
Though thy sins appear to thee
Like a vast and shoreless sea,
If thou with God’s heart compare them,
’Twill a trifle seem to bear them.
11 Could we myriad worlds discover
All sunk in apostacy,
Had the sins there o’er and over
Every one been done by thee,
Oh! still they were less by far
Than the light of grace so clear
Could on earth extinguish ever,
God from greater could deliver.
12 Of such wondrous love and favor
Open wide the door to me;
Everywhere and aye, my Saviour,
Tasted be thy grace by me.
Love me, Lord! and let me be
Nearer ever drawn to Thee,
That I may embrace and love Thee,
Never more to anger move Thee. Languages: English
Let not such a thought e'er pain thee
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Author: Augustus M. Toplady Hymnal: Church Book #487 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Cross and Comfort In Outward Suffering Lyrics: 1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud, to the praise of Love divine,
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside, at His control:
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee!
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see. Languages: English Tune Title: NARENZA
Your harps, ye trembling saints
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