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My God, how wonderful Thou art
Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: The Hymnal #221 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord;
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!
How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power
And awful purity!
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears!
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
Amen.
Topics: Sundays after Trinity; Sundays after Trinity Faith Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
My God, how wonderful Thou art
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #449b (1939) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee
Author: Canon J. H. Gurney Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #517a (1939) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Faith and Penitence; Quinquagesima; Lent Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
Hymnal: Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) #574 (1997) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God Providence Scripture: John 6:32-35 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Shepherd of Souls, Refresh and Bless
Jesu, Our Lenten Fast of Thee
Author: Anonymous; John W. Hewett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3392 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Jesu, our Lenten fast of Thee
We duteous learn to keep,
A healing time, by Thy decree,
For all Thy wounded sheep.
2. A time in which towards paradise,
Once lost by carnal sense,
The souls redeemed by Thee may rise
Through chastening abstinence.
3. Now with Thy Church be present, Lord,
In all Thy saving grace,
And hear us as with one accord
Mourning, we seek Thy face.
4. Most Merciful, forgive the past,
The sins which we deplore;
Thy sheltering arms around us cast,
That we may sin no more.
5. To Thee our sacrifice we bring
Of Lenten fast and prayer,
Till, cleansed by Thee, our God and King,
Thy Paschal joy we share.
6. Grant this, O Father, through Thy Son,
And through the Spirit blest,
Who art with Them forever One,
Eternally confessed. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Jesu, Our Lenten Fast of Thee
Lord, I Would Spread My Sore Distress
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3829 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before Thine eyes;
Against Thy laws, against Thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2. Shouldst Thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heav’n would approve Thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3. I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame
And all my nature sin.
4. Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5. Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
And make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6. Let not Thy spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart
And fill it with Thy grace.
7. Then I will make Thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address Thy throne,
And turn to God again. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Lord, I Would Spread My Sore Distress
My God, How Many Are My Fears
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4224 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
2. The lying tempter would persuade
There’s no relief in Heav’n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv’n.
3. But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.
4. I cried, and from His holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And He subdued my fear.
5. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.
6. What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.
7. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace,
While I Thy glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent’s teeth,
And death has lost his sting.
8. Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend Thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
My God, How Many Are My Fears
Today, O Lord, a Holier Work
Author: Charles Coffin; John Chandler & others Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6857 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Today, O Lord, a holier work
Thy secret counsels frame,
A king to rule Thy new made world,
To praise Thy glorious name.
2. Thou formest man: Thy Spirit breathes
Life into dust of earth:
Man, in Thine own true image made,
From Thee receives his birth.
3. And henceforth he dominion holds
O’er all in earth and sea;
Yet mindful whence his being came
Must humbly walk with Thee.
4. Alas! his willful heart rebels
Against Thy gentle sway;
Proud dust of earth would fain be like
The God whom all obey.
5. O griefs and sorrows numberless,
Which hence the world o’erspread;
Jesu, Thy mercy succored us,
Or hope itself had fled.
6. O praise the Father, and the Son
Who saved us by His death,
And Holy Ghost who quickens us
With His life giving breath. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Today, O Lord, a Holier Work
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7413 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1. Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.
2. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell
Among Thy praising saints,
Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3. Our fathers trusted in Thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4. Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5. But Thou art He who formed my flesh
By Thine almighty Word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6. Why will my Father hide His face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
7. Behold Thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8. From earth and hell My sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail My hands, they pierce My feet,
And try to vex My heart.
9. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The Son He loves so well?
10. My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to Thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought Me down
Low as the dust of death.
12. Father, I give My Spirit up,
And trust it in Thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at Thy command. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Why Should I Vex My Soul?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7677 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics: 1. Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?
2. As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon
In everlasting shades.
3. Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practice all that’s good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And He’ll provide me food.
4. I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait His will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfill.
5. Mine innocence shalt Thou display,
And make Thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
6. The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of Heav’n;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv’n.
7. Rest in the Lord, and keep His way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.
8. Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for He sees
Their day of vengeance come.
9. They have drawn out the threatening sword,
Have bent the murderous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.
10. My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Why Should I Vex My Soul?
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