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Lord, Who the Night You Were Betrayed
Author: William H. Turton Hymnal: CYBER #4108 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Lord, who the night You were betrayed did pray Lyrics: 1. Lord, who the night You were betrayed did pray
That all Your Church might be forever one;
Help us at every Eucharist to say
With willing heart and soul, Your will be done.
That we may all one bread, one body be
Through this, Your sacrament of unity.
2. For all Your Church on earth, we intercede;
Lord, make our sad divisions soon to cease;
Draw us all closer, each to each, we plead,
By drawing all to You, O Prince of Peace;
So may we all one bread, one body be,
Through this blest sacrament of unity.
3. And hear our prayer for wanderers from Your fold;
Restore them, too, Good Shepherd of the sheep,
Back to the faith your saints confessed of old,
And to the Church still pledged that faith to keep.
Soon may we all one bread, one body be,
Through this blest sacrament of unity.
4. So, Lord, at length when sacraments shall cease,
May we be one with all your Church above—
One with Your saints in one unbroken peace,
One as Your bride in one unbounded love;
More blessèd still, in peace and love to be
One with the Trinity in unity. Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 1 (Gibbons)
Lord, Who the Night You Were Betrayed
My Sins Have Taken Such a Hold on Me
Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: CYBER #4357 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. My sins have taken such a hold on me,
I am not able to look up to Thee;
Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief:
But Thou hast taken all my sins away,
And I in Thee dare now look up and pray:
Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.
2. Of nights unhallowed, and of sinful days,
Of careless thoughts and words and works and way,
Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief:
And in the life which doth within me live,
And the forgiveness which can all forgive,
Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.
3. Of selfishness which makes the soul unjust,
Envy and strife and every sinful lust,
Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief:
And in the blood, which doth my pardon plead,
The truth and love, which for me intercede,
Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.
4. Of sins that as a cloud have hid Thy face,
Of Thy care slighted, and thy grievèd grace,
Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief:
In Love, that puts sin’s envious veil aside,
Rending the veil of flesh which for me died,
Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief.
5. For sin I mourn, the sin that gave Thee pain;
Thine was the burden, mine alone the stain;
Lord, I repent; accept my tears and grief:
Christ is my joy; and out of all distress
He doth deliver with His righteousness:
Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief. Languages: English Tune Title: CREDO DOMINE
My Sins Have Taken Such a Hold on Me
O Holy Father, Who in Tender Love
Author: Edward H. Bickersteth Hymnal: CYBER #4959 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. O holy Father, who in tender love
Didst give Thine only Son for us to die,
The while He pleads at Thy right hand above,
We in one Spirit now with faith draw nigh,
And, as we eat this bread and drink this wine,
Plead His once offered sacrifice divine.
2. We are not worthy to be called Thy sons,
Nor gather up the fragments of Thy feast;
Yet look on us, Thy sorrowing contrite ones,
On us in Him our Advocate and Priest,
Whose robe is fringed with mercy’s golden bells,
Whose breastplate fathomless compassion tells.
3. O hear us, for Thou always hearest Him;
Behold us sprinkled with His precious blood;
And from between the shadowing cherubim
Shine forth, and grant us in this heavenly food
Foretastes of coming glory, and meanwhile
A Father’s blessing and a Father’s smile.
4. Nor only, Father, in Thy presence here
Low at Thy footstool for ourselves we pray,
But for the loved ones to our hearts most near
At home or toiling in far lands away;
O guard them, guide them, comfort and befriend,
And keep them Thine unfaltering to the end.
5. And, Father, ere we leave Thy mercy-throne,
Bound by these sacred pledges, yet most free,
We give our hearts, and not our hearts alone,
But all we are and all we have to Thee;
Glad free-will offerings all our pilgrim days,
Hereafter an eternity of praise. Languages: English Tune Title: UNDE ET MEMORES
O Holy Father, Who in Tender Love
Stay, Master, Stay upon This Heavenly Hill
Author: Samuel Greg Hymnal: CYBER #6161 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill Lyrics: 1. Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill;
A little longer, let us linger still;
With all the mighty ones of old beside,
Near to God’s holy presence still abide;
Before the throne of light we trembling stand,
And catch a glimpse into the spirit land.
2. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air;
This life is not the life that waits us there;
Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go;
We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know;
Wrapped in this cloud of light we seem to be
The thing we fain would grow—eternally.
3. No! saith the Lord, the hour is past, we go;
Our home, our life, our duties lie below.
While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer,
The plough lies waiting in the furrow there!
Here we sought God that we might know His will;
There we must do it, serve Him, seek Him still.
4. If man aspires to reach the throne of God,
O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road;
He who best does his lowly duty here,
Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere:
At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest,
And he is dearest Him who serves Him best. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
Stay, Master, Stay upon This Heavenly Hill
Through Love to Light
Author: Richard W. Gilder, 1844-1909 Hymnal: CYBER #6808 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Through love to light! O wonderful the way Lyrics: Through love to light! O wonderful the way
That leads from darkness to the perfect day!
From darkness and from sorrow of the night
To morn that cometh singing o’er the sea.
Through love to light! through light, O God, to Thee,
Who art the love of love, th’eternal light of light! Languages: English Tune Title: NACHTLIED
Through Love to Light
Told in the Market-Place
Author: Edwina S. Babcock Hymnal: CYBER #6856 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Lyrics: 1. That day the doves with burnished silver breasts
Uneasy were; we, halt and blind and lame,
Within the temple waited, ugly guests,
Hoping, in spite of filth, disease and shame;
Outside the multitude waved branches green
Calling, Hosanna to the Nazarene.
2. I shrank close to the roof-prop, for my eyes
Were dead to seeing: but heard I the coins,
The piles of clinking silver shekels rise,
Poured from sheiks’ bags and belts ’round merchant loins;
I heard the purple priced; and in between
Far off, Hosanna to the Nazarene.
3. I could not see Him enter, but I heard
The multitude and smelled the dusty throng:
Old Anab brushed me with his ragged beard,
Muttering, Kneel, thou! He will speak ere long.
Yea—though five time more leprous I had been
I would come here to implore the Nazarene.
4. But then the woman Terah, ill of pox,
Began to whimper, See, He bringeth woe!
He overturns the booths, the treasure box,
Eyes blazing on the sellers. Let us go!
He’ll scourge us, smite us! Tush! It is well seen
We shall be cursèd of the Nazarene.
5. A form swept past us, we in terror caught
A man’s clear voice of anger: then the sound
Of fleeing feet of traffickers, onslaught
On booths, and tables crashing to the ground.
I heard the money scatter and careen
Under the spurning of the Nazarene.
6. Rachel, a maiden, clutched my sleeve, and shrank
With me behind the curtain, and the crowd
Surged wildly past. For us, our dear hopes sank
Under that stern voice cutting like a goad,
Judging, arraigning, charging; ’mid the spleen
Of money-changers, stood the Nazarene!
7. This temple is My house, the House of Prayer!
His voice was like the wind that whips the leaves.
But with your buyings and your sellings there
Ye—ye have made My house a den of thieves.
Then little Rachel sobbed, Awful is His mien;
His eyes are flames; I fear the Nazarene.
8. But when the temple silenced—while a dove
Fluttered and soared and beat against the roof,
We frightened beggars heard a voice of love
Calling us gently; then His tender proof
He gave. He healed us! I, who e’er had been
Blind from my birth—I saw the Nazarene! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
Told in the Market-Place
Thou, Who at Thy First Eucharist Didst Pray
Author: William H. Turton Hymnal: CYBER #6996 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Thou, who at Thy first Eucharist didst pray
That all Thy Church might be forever one,
Grant us at ev’ry Eucharist to say
With longing heart and soul, Thy will be done.
O may we all one bread, one body be,
Through this blest sacrament of unity.
2. For all Thy Church, O Lord, we intercede;
Make Thou our sad divisions soon to cease;
Draw us the nearer each to each, we plead,
By drawing all to Thee, O Prince of Peace;
Thus may we all one bread, one body be,
Through this blest sacrament of unity.
3. We pray Thee too for wand’rers from Thy fold;
O bring them back, good Shepherd of the sheep,
Back to the faith which saints believed of old,
Back to the Church which still that faith doth keep;
Soon may we all one bread, one body be,
Through this blest sacrament of unity.
4. So, Lord, at length when sacraments shall cease,
May we be one with all Thy Church above,
One with Thy saints in one unbroken peace,
One with Thy saints in one unbounded love;
More blessèd still, in peace and love to be
One with the Trinity in unity. Languages: English Tune Title: SACRAMENTUM UNITATIS
Thou, Who at Thy First Eucharist Didst Pray
Glory To God! We Were In Bitter Need
Author: A. M. M. Hymnal: CYBER #10691 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Glory to God! We were in bitter need,
We sat in darkness long and weary days;
But now our light is come, the Light indeed,
And we may rise and shine with kindred rays;
The God-Man comes down so we can now ascend,
The Guiltless drinks guilt’s woes to work their end.
2 O mystic gift of God Omnipotent!
O happiness for man, most deep, most dear!
This is no theme for subtle argument,
No lore of earth hath lot or portion here;
That the Great God should so abasèd be—
We speak, we cannot search, the mystery.
3 The dew of God is on the parchèd fleece,
The sapless rod blooms with immortal flowers,
The virgin bears a Son, our utter peace,
Nor knows pollution in her travail’s hours;
We cannot speak that birth, but we confess
Most great the mystery of godliness.
4 Though it may chance the shipmen toil and row,
With countless wrecks far strewn on either hand,
They see a star above the waters glow,
There is an ark which sights the pleasant land;
There is a door of life set wide, which none
Can open to lorn souls, can shut, save One.
5 O not with observation came He then
Into our world, but soon the day shall be
When with great glory He shall come again
With all His saints, and every eye shall see
Him whom they piercèd. When we meet Thee thus
Let there be mercy, O our God, on us. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
Glory To God! We Were In Bitter Need
Oh More Than Merciful
Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: CYBER #10961 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Lyrics: 1 Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave
Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave!
Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people’s price;
The great high priest at once and sacrifice!
Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain,
Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain!
2 When sin with flowery garland hides her dart,
When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart,
When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care,
Or the soul flutters in the fowler’s snare—
Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain,
Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain!
3 And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife,
And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life;
When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free,
Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee—
Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain,
Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
Oh More Than Merciful
Not To Our Names
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #11759 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Not to our names, Thou only just and true Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
Not To Our Names
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