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Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a379 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain, Sinners ruined by the fall: Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full perpetual tide, Opened when our Savior died. 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 3 He that drinks shall live forever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood; God is faithful; God will never Break the covenant of His blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when He was glorified. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Walk of Godliness Call to Grace, &c. Languages: English

Come, ye thankful people, come

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a142 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin; God, our Maker, doth provide That our wants are all supplied; Come to God's own temple, come; Raise the song of harvest home. 2 We ourselves are God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear; Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take the harvest home; From His field shall purge away All that doth offend that day, Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord! quickly come, To Thy final harvest home; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin, There, forever purified, In Thy presence to abide; Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: The Church Year Harvest Languages: English

Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish

Author: Thomas Moore Hymnal: ELH91895 #d7 (1895) Languages: English

Comfort, comfort ye my people

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a119 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning 'neath their sorrow’s load; Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 Yea, her sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed; That which well deserved His anger He will not more see or heed. She hath suffer'd many a day, Now her griefs have passed away, God will change her pining sadness Unto ever springing gladness. 3 For Elijah's voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the Kingdom now is here. Oh, that warning cry obey, Now prepare for God a way! Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him. 4 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain, Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits His holy reign; For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is shed abroad, And all flesh shall see the token That His Word is never broken. Topics: The Church Year John the Baptist Languages: English

Commit thy way, confiding

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a411 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Commit thy way, confiding, When trials here arise, To Him whose hand is guiding The tumults of the skies. There clouds and tempests, raging, Have each their path assigned; Will God, for thee engaging, No way of safety find? 2 Trust in the Lord! His favor Will for thy wants provide; Regard His word!--and ever Thy work shall safe abide. When sorrows here o'ertake thee, And self-inflicted care, Let not thy God forsake thee! He listens for thy prayer. 3 Should Satan league his forces, God's purpose to withstand, Think not their rage and curses Can stay His lifted hand! When He makes known His pleasure, The counsel of His will, That, in its utmost measure, Will He at last fulfill. 4 Hope on them, weak believer, Hope on, and falter not! He will thy soul deliver From deeps of troubled thought. Thy graces will He nourish, With hope thy heart employ, Till faith and hope shall flourish And yield their fruits of joy. 5 Well blest, His grace receiving, God owns thee for a son! With joy, and with thanksgiving, Behold the victor's crown! Thy hand the palm-branch raises,-- God gives it thee to bear;-- Then sing aloud His praises, Who has removed thy care. 6 The sorrows, Lord, that try us, O bring them to an end! With needed strength supply us! Thy love to us commend! That we, till death pursuing Thy best, Thy chosen way, May then, our life renewing, Praise Thee in endless day. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Walk of Godliness Cross and Consolation Languages: English

Creator, Spirit, Holy Dove

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a104 (1895) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Creator, Spirit, Holy Dove, Visit Thy people from above, Fill them with graces, and restore Thy creatures as they were before. 2 For Comforter is Thy sweet name, A gift which from the Highest came, A precious ointment from above, A living fount, a fire of love. 3 Our minds enlighten, and inspire Our souls with love's celestial fire; And since thou know'st how frail we be, Confirm and make us strong in Thee. 4 Thou, with Thy grace's sev'nfold band, The finger art on God's right hand; Thou dost the Father's promise send With tongues to earth's remotest end. 5 Drive far away our wily foe, And by Thy grace sweet peace bestow; That in Thy footsteps we may run, And soul-destroying mischief shun. 6 Let us by Thee the Father know, His Son, Christ Jesus, also show, That full of faith we may know Thee Derived from both eternally. 7 To God the Father, and the Son Who rose again, be honor done, With Him, who came at Pentecost, The Comforter, the Holy Ghost. Topics: The Church Year Pentecost Languages: English

Day of wrath, that Day of mourning!

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a460 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath, that Day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth! 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking; All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded; Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, kind Jesus, my salvation Caused Thy wondrous incarnation; Fount of pity, then befriend us! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering brought me; Shall such grace in vain be brought me? 11 Righteous Judge of retribution, Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day's dread execution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning! Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the woman gav'st remission, Heardst the dying thief's petition: Hopeless else were my condition. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! 15 With Thy favored sheep, O place me! Nor amid the goats abase me: But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. 17 Bows my heart in meek submission, Strewn with ashes of contrition; Succor Thou my lost condition! 18 Day of sorrow, Day of weeping, When in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! 19 To the rest Thou didst prepare me, On Thy Cross, O Christ, upbear me! Spare, O God, in mercy spare me! Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Judgment Languages: English

Dear Christians, one and all rejoice

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a250 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Dear Christians, one and all rejoice, With exultation springing, And, with united heart and voice And holy rapture singing, Proclaim the wonders God has done, How His right arm the vict'ry won; Right dearly it hath cost Him. 2 Fast bound in Satan's chains I lay; Death brooded darkly o'er me. Sin was my torment night and day; In sin my mother bore me. Deeper and deeper still I fell; My life became a living hell, So firmly sin possessed me. 3 My good works so imperfect were, They had no power to aid me; My will God's judgments could not bear, Yea, prone to evil made me: Grief drove me to despair, and I Had nothing left me but to die; To hell I fast was sinking 4 Then God beheld my wretched state With deep commiseration; He thought upon His mercy great, And willed my soul's salvation; He turned to me a Father's heart; Not small the cost! to heal my heart; Not small the cost! to heal my smart, He gave His best and dearest. 5 He spoke to His beloved Son: 'Tis time to have compassion: Then go, bright Jewel of my crown, And bring to man salvation; From sin and sorrow set him free; Slay bitter death for him, that he May live with Thee forever. 6 The Son obeyed right cheerfully, And, born of virgin mother, Came down upon the earth to me, That He might be my brother: His mighty power doth work unseen, He came in fashion poor and mean, And took the devil captive. 7 He sweetly said, 'Hold fast by Me, I am thy Rock and Castle. Your ransom I myself will be; For thee I strive and wrestle:' For I am with thee, I am thine And evermore thou shalt be mine, The foe shall not divide us. 8 The foe shall shed my precious blood, Me of my life bereaving; All this I suffer for thy good, Be steadfast and believing: Life shall from death the vict'ry win, My innocence shall bear thy sin, So art thou blest forever. 9 Now to My Father I depart, From earth to heaven ascending, Thence heavenly wisdom to impart, The Holy Spirit sending: He shall in trouble comfort thee, Teach thee to know and follow me, And to the truth conduct thee. 10 What I have done and taught, teach thou, My ways forsake thou never, So shall my kingdom flourish now, And God be praised, forever: And God be praised, forever: Take heed lest men with base alloy The heavenly treasure should destroy; This counsel I bequeath thee. Topics: The Catechism Justification Languages: English

Dearest Jesus! we are here

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a222 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Dearest Jesus! we are here, On Thy tender grace relying, See an infant child draw near, With Thy good behest complying: Children must to Christ be given, For they are the heirs of heaven. 2 This assurance, night and morn, In our ears re-echoes ever, Who are not of water born And the Spirit, pure are never, Ne'er can claim the Savior's merit, Ne'er His kingdom shall inherit. 3 Therefore hasten we to Thee, From our arms the pledge be taken, Show Thy mercy large and free, Be this infant not forsaken, May compassion, mild and tender, Thine this child forever render. 4 Wash it, Jesus! in Thy blood, From the sin-stain of its nature, Let it rise from out this flood Clothed in Thee, a newborn creature; May it, washed as Thou hast bidden, In thine innocence be hidden. 5 Turn the darkness into light, Change Thy wrath to gracious favor, Heal the serpent's cruel bite, By this wonder-working laver; Here let flow a Jordan river, And from leprosy deliver. 6 Shepherd! not Thy Lamb protect, Head! Thy member kindly make it, Way of Heaven! its path direct, Prince of Peace! to peace awake it, Vine! O may this branch, believing, Ever live, Thy life receiving! 7 Now into Thy heart we pour Prayers that from our hearts proceeded; May our sighings heavenward soar, May our warm desires be heeded; May the name which we have given Be recorded high in heaven. Topics: The Catechism Holy Baptism Languages: English

Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Hymnal: ELH91895 #a269 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness; Come into the daylight’s splendor, There with joy thy praises render Unto Him whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous banquet founded; Higher o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. 2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving rev'rence greet Him; For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal. Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him, Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I nevermore will leave Thee. 3 Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend who here invites us And to God Himself unites us. 4 Now I sink before Thee lowly, Filled with joy most deep and holy, As with trembling awe and wonder On Thy mighty works I ponder, How, by mystery surrounded, Depths no man hath ever sounded, None may dare to pierce unbidden Secrets that with Thee are hidden. 5 Nay, though reason here doth ponder, It can never reach this wonder, That this bread is never lessen'd Though it nourish thousands present, That with wine the blood of Jesus Here is giv'n from sin to save us. O these mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded! 6 Sun, who all my life dost brighten, Light, who dost my soul enlighten, Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth, Fount, whence all my being floweth, At Thy feet I cry, my Maker, Let me be a fit partaker Of this blessed food from heaven, For our good, Thy glory, given. 7 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee, Never to my hurt invited, Be Thy love with love requited; From this banquet let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure: Through the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: The Catechism Holy Communion Languages: English