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Strength of the still secluded thought
Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30:11-12 Lyrics:
Strength of the still secluded thought,
That fears, yet longs its joy to show, —
The hope, the awe, in mercy taught
To make me strong, to keep me low;
Now shall my girded heart rejoice,
In praise poured out, in love expressed;
Now will I bless Thee, with a voice
That shall not break this sacred rest.
Once, moved by every mortal pain,
By every pleasure quickly past,
I feared to speak in joyful strain
Of hidden life that might not last.
Now, from a well that will not fail,
In Thee my deep rejoicing springs —
Now from Thy rest within the veil,
My spirit looks on passing things.
Once, with Thy tired ones homeward bent,
In hope that rose their fears above,
My leaping heart could be content
To greet them with a silent love;
I too had walked with weary feet,
And heard the exulting shout too near —
I too had felt the toil and heat,
The wind and storm I did not fear.
Perhaps the Heavenward look in store,
The speechless prayer for strength or rest,
Might help those needy spirits more
Than hope set forth, or joy expressed.
But I was changed, I knew not how,
By the same love that chose their ways, —
I might be just as weary now,
And yet rejoice to hear Thy praise.
Now would I cheer the faint in heart
With sound of joy they too shall see;
Now would I put the fear apart,
That bids me hide Thy strength in me.
What though the mortal flesh be frail,
The willing spirit prone to sink —
There is a stream in Baca's vale,
Whereof Thy feeblest child may drink.
Some, in their sorrow, may not know
How near their feet those waters glide —
How peaceful fruits for healing grow,
And flowers for beauty by their side.
They may not see, with weeping eyes
Upon the dreary desert bent,
How glorious straight before them, lies
The Eden of their soul's content.
But, O my Savior, I can see
For them, what once for me was seen;
I know, whate'er their sufferings be,
The tender mercy which they mean.
I do not watch, with anxious care,
To see the end of their distress —
Thou knowest what the heart must bear,
The human heart which Thou wilt bless.
And in their daily deepening need
Of heavenly love, for strength or rest,
They are already blest indeed —
Yea, and much more they shall be blest.
Wrapt in the spirit of Thy praise,
As from Gerizim's height, I see
Blessing poured out on all the ways,
That prove Thy children's need of Thee.
O wondrous love, so strong to smite —
So meek the opposing will to tame!
It was Thy hand put forth in might,
That led me through the flood, the flame.
When, needing strength to bear Thy rod,
By the smooth stream I found repose,
It was Thy grace, All–seeing God,
Thy love that smote me, ere I rose.
How could I look for lengthened rest,
With Thy deep sufferings scarcely known,
Or lay forever on Thy breast,
The perfect heart which Thou wilt own?
The heart, that guilty of Thy woes,
Looks only upon Thee to mourm,
And feels the cross Thy love bestows,
A burden easy to be borne.
And yet that pause was not in vain —
It was a blessing meet to give
Strength, for the labor and the pain,
Whereby alone my soul might live.
How gently thence Thy mighty hand
My lingering spirit onward bare!
How precious, in a barren land,
The footprints of Thy people were!
There many hearts that knew Thy ways
The safety of my soul could see —
And there I heard the song of praise,
That Faith poured out to Heaven for me.
O, more than all the ease I sought,
That song the desert path could bless
And dearer in my deepest thought,
The love that met me in distress.
Now that Thy mercies on my head
The oil of joy for mourning pour, —
Not as I will my steps be led,
But as Thou wilt for evermore.
Henceforth, whate'er my heart's desire,
Fulfil in me Thy own design,
I need the fountain and the fire —
And both, O King of Saints, are thine.
Now that my sense of rest in Thee,
Rules over every rising fear,
Pain, pleasure, all I feel and see,
Thy counsels to my soul endear.
Now can my girded heart rejoice,
In praise poured out, in love expressed —
Now may I bless Thee, with a voice
That shall not break this sacred rest.
Strength of the still secluded thought
Psalm 30
Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30:5 First Line: Though the night of weeping may linger Refrain First Line: Though the night of weeping may linger Lyrics: Refrain:
Though the night of weeping may linger,
with the morning light comes joy.
Topics: Thanksgving and Offering Used With Tune: PICARDY
Psalm 30
I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high
Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1. I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high.
Who rais'd me, when distress'd;
Who check'd my Foes insulting Joy,
And all their Hopes suppress'd.
2. O Lord, my God, I cry'd to Thee;
And thou did'st heal, and save.
3. Thou from the Pit my Soul hast freed,
And kept me from the Grave.
4. Sing to the Lord, O ye his Saints,
Your grateful Thanks express;
While you, with me, commemorate
His rest'ral Holiness.
5. His Anger but a Moment lasts,
Life from his Favour springs;
If Night be fill'd with Grief, and Tears,
With Joy the Morning sings.
6. Flush'd with Success, I fondly said,
"I shall unmov'd abide.
7. Thy Favour, Lord, confirm'd my State,
Thou hid'st, and Comforts dy'd.
8. Then, Lord, to Thee I cry'd; to Thee
My earnest Suit I made.
9. "What Profit is there in my Blood,
"When in the Grave I'm laid?
"Shall there my Dust thy Praise proclaim?
"Or glorious Truths declare?
10. Hear, Lord, and on me Mercy have,
And for my Help appear.
11. Thou heard'st; and to o'erflowing Joy,
My former Mourning turn'd;
With Gladness thou hast girt me round,
Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd.
12. To this Intent, my Tongue may sing,
Incessantly thy Praise;
O Lord, my God, my Thanks to Thee,
I'll render all my Days.
I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high
Been in the Grave and Arose Again
Author: H. C. Miller Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30:3 First Line: I've been coming up all this time Refrain First Line: O hallelujah! O hallelujah! O hallelujah! Used With Tune: [I've been coming up all this time]
Been in the Grave and Arose Again
O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise
Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1. O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise,
Who me above my Foes did'st raise;
And their insulting Joy restrain.
2. O Lord, my God, in my Distress;
My Pray'r to Thee I did address;
And thou hast heal'd my Grief, and Pain.
3. Thou, Lord, did'st from the Grave revive,
And keep my fainting Soul alive;
Lest to the Pit I should go down.
4. O ye his Saints, sing to the Lord
With thankfull Hearts; while ye record
The Truth, and Goodness, he has shown.
5. He Anger but a Moment keeps,
His Favour's Life; if Ev'ning weeps,
The rising Sun returns with Joy.
6. When with Success I prospered,
My foolish Heart grew vain, and said,
"No Change shall e'er my State annoy.
7. But, Lord, I was convinc'd e'er long,
Thy Favour made my Mountain strong;
Thou hid'st thy Face, and Comforts dy'd.
8. Then, Lord, I humbly Thee address'd,
My Pride, and Folly, I confess'd;
And thus with Supplication cry'd.
9. What profit is there in my Blood,
If to the Grave descend I shou'd?
Can there my Mouth thy Praises Sing?
Or can my Dust thy Truth declare?
30. Have Mercy on me, Lord, and hear,
And timely Succours to me bring.
11. Then, to a Dance, my Mourning, hast
Thou turn'd, and off my Sackcloth cast;
And round with Gladness girded me;
12. To th' End, my Tongue may sing thy Praise,
And not be silent; all my Days,
My God, I will give Thanks to Thee.
O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise
Wake, My Soul
Author: Madeleine Forell Marshall; Friedrich R. L. von Canitz, 1654-1699 Meter: 8.4.7.8.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30:4-12 First Line: Wake, my soul, with all things living Topics: Comfort and Assurance; Eternal Life; Morning; Prayer; Year B Advent 1; Year B Epiphany 6; Year B Proper 8; Year C Easter 3; Year C Proper 5 Used With Tune: HAYDN
Wake, My Soul
Told of God's favor
Author: Richard Leach Meter: 10.9.10.9 Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: Told of God's favor, told of God's purpose Topics: Church Year Advent Used With Tune: BORDY
Told of God's favor
In hymns of praise will I employ my tongue
Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 In hymns of praise will I employ my tongue;
My tuneful harp shall answer to the song.
To thee, O Lord; for, when with pain distrest,
And foes around their cruel joy exprest,
Me in the evil day didst thou sustain,
My foes indulg'd their impious hopes in vain.
2 Struck with die dire disease, to thee I cried;
Nor was, O God, thy healing hand denied;
3 For from the dreary horrors of the grave,
When he implor'd, didst thou thy servant save,
His soul, just hov'ring o'er the pit retrieve,
And gav'st again, in joyous health to live.
4 O all ye saints, his gracious goodness sing;
Display his praises on the trembling firing;
5 For but a moment his dread anger lives,
While life, his quick-returning favour gives;
And, tho' the night in sighs, in tears, you spend,
The dawning morn will all your sorrows end.
6 Surpriz'd with my success, elate with pride,
Big with my empty self, I fondly cried;
"Strong in my happiness, my foes I dare,
"Nor open force, nor secret fraud, I fear."
7 By heav'n supported, like a mountain firm,
That braves the thunder, and disdains the storm,
Did I the angry bolts of fate deride,
And wrapt my heart in arrogance and pride;
But soon the folly of my ways I found,
Lost thy support, and felt a killing wound.
8 'Twas then my reason to my soul return'd;
In deep repentance I my madness mourn'd;
For thy forgiveness humbly sued, O Lord,
My guilt acknowledg'd, and thy aid implor'd.
9 "What profit is there (said I) in my blood?
"Justly thy vengeance has my crimes pursued.
"But can the dead thy wondrous works proclaim?
"Can dull, can ashes, celebrate thy name?
10 "O hear me, hear me, and thy mercy shew;
"Redeem my soul from death, my life from woe,"
11 Nor vainly did I pray; thy mercy heard;
My fainting soul in all her sorrows chear'd,
My grief to joy, my tears to laughter turn'd;
No more I languish'd, and no more I mourn'd.
12 Therefore thy goodness will I constant sing,
And to thy glorious name attune the string;
Therefore in hymns harmonious I'll display
Thy clemency; thy love, from day to day.
In hymns of praise will I employ my tongue
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