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Come, All Ye Servants of the Lord
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #980 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Come, all ye servants of the Lord,
Lift up your voice with one accord
Jehovah’s name to bless;
Ye that are standing night by night
Within the house of His delight,
His glorious name confess.
2. Yea, in His place of holiness
Lift up your hands the Lord to bless;
And unto you be given
The joys that Zion doth afford,
The richest blessing of the Lord
Who made the earth and Heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: WYOMING
Come, All Ye Servants of the Lord
Fret Not Thyself
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1562 Meter: 8.8.6 D First Line: Fret not thyself, nor envious be Lyrics: 1. Fret not thyself, nor envious be,
When wicked workers thou shalt see,
Who prosper in their way;
For like the grass they perish soon,
And, like the herb cut down at noon,
They wither in a day.
2. Trust in the Lord and still do well,
Within the land securely dwell,
Feed on His faithfulness;
Delight thee also in the Lord,
And to thy heart He will accord
The good it would possess.
3. Yea, to the Lord thy way is known;
Confide in Him who on the throne
Abides in power divine;
Thy righteousness He shall display;
Resplendent as the light of day,
It shall unclouded shine.
4. Rest in the Lord and be thou still,
With patience wait His holy will,
Enduring to the end.
Fret not though sinners’ gains increase;
Forsake thy wrath, from anger cease;
It will to evil tend.
5. The evil-doer soon shall die,
But those that on the Lord rely
Shall all the land obtain.
A little while and thou shalt see
That wicked man cut off shall be,
They shall be sought in vain.
6. Yea, thou shalt soon consider well
The place where they were wont to dwell,
And it shall not be found;
But saints shall all the land possess,
And find delight and happiness
Where fruits of peace abound.
7. The vile may plot against the just
Who in the Lord Jehovah trust,
But God will scorn them all;
The Lord their coming day shall see,
When broken all their power shall be,
And ruin on them fall. Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPHINE
Fret Not Thyself
How Happy Is the Pilgrim's Lot
Author: John Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2442 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. How happy is the pilgrim’s lot!
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
2. This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from self design,
From every creature love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3. The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean
I neither have nor want.
4. I have no sharer of my heart,
To rob my Savior of a part,
And desecrate the whole;
Only betrothed to Christ am I,
And wait His coming from the sky,
To wed my happy soul.
5. I have no babes to hold me here;
But children more securely dear
For mine I humbly claim,
Better than daughters or than sons,
Temples divine of living stones,
Inscribed with Jesus’ name.
6. No foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in this wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man,
I lodge awhile in tents below;
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.
7. Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.
8. There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there.
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
9. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet Thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest;
Now let the pilgrim’s journey end,
Now, O my Savior, brother, friend.
Receive me to Thy breast! Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
How Happy Is the Pilgrim's Lot
How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2596 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. How precious, Lord, Thy sacred Word,
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls in deep distress!
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,
Thy promise leads to rest.
2. Thy threat’nings wake our slum’bring eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies;
But ’tis Thy Gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward. Languages: English Tune Title: HIGHTON
How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word
Spirit of wisdom, turn our eyes
Hymnal: Small Church Music #6986 Meter: 8.8.6 D Tune Title: CHAPEL ROYAL
Spirit of wisdom, turn our eyes
Can I forget bright Eden's grace
Hymnal: Small Church Music #6994 Meter: 8.8.6 D Tune Title: ST JOHN (WELSH)
Can I forget bright Eden's grace
Almighty Framer Of The Skies
Author: Thomas Chatterton, 1752-1770 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7987 Meter: 8.8.6 D First Line: Almighty framer of the skies! Lyrics: 1 Almighty framer of the skies!
O let our pure devotion rise,
Like incense in Thy sight!
Wrapped in impenetrable shade
The texture of our souls was made,
Till Thy command gave light.
2 The Sun of glory gleamed the ray,
Refined the darkness into day,
And bid the vapors fly:
Impelled by His eternal love,
He left His palaces above,
To cheer our gloomy sky.
3 How shall we celebrate the day
When God appeared in mortal clay,
The mark of worldly scorn;
When the archangel’s heavenly lays
Attempted the Redeemer’s praise,
And hailed salvation’s morn?
4 A humble form the Godhead wore,
The pains of poverty He bore,
To gaudy pomp unknown:
Though in a humble walk He trod,
Still was the man Almighty God,
In glory all His own.
5 Despised, oppressed, the Godhead bears
The torments of this vale of tears,
Nor bids His vengeance rise;
He saw the creatures He had made
Revile His power, His peace invade;
He saw with mercy’s eyes.
6 How shall we celebrate His name,
Who groaned beneath a life of shame,
In all afflictions tried?
The soul is raptured to conceive
A truth which being must believe:
The God eternal died.
7 My soul, exert thy powers, adore,
Upon devotion’s plumage soar,
To celebrate the day:
The God from whom creation sprung
Shall animate my grateful tongue;
From Him I’ll catch the lay! Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPHINE
Almighty Framer Of The Skies
Jesus, Who Died A World To Save
Author: William Hammond, 1719-1782 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8021 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus, who died a world to save,
Revives and rises from the grave,
By His almighty power;
From sin, and death, and hell set free,
He captive leads captivity,
And lives to die no more.
2 Lo! how He bursts the bonds of death,
And reassumes His vital breath,
To make our title good;
May all our souls to Heav’n aspire,
In thought, in will, in strong desire,
To earthly pleasure dead.
3 With thankful hearts we look and see
Our Savior clothed with majesty
Triumphant o’er the tomb;
Yet though our Lord is honored thus,
Still all His thoughts are fixed on us,
He’ll take us to His home.
4 His church is all His joy and crown,
He looks with love and pity down
On her He did redeem;
He tastes her joys, He feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,
And ever reign with Him. Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPHINE
Jesus, Who Died A World To Save
O Thou, The Helpless Orphan's Hope
Author: William B. Collyer, 1782-1854 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8724 Meter: 8.8.6 D First Line: O Thou, the helpless orphan’s hope Lyrics: 1 O Thou, the helpless orphan’s hope
To whom alone my eyes look up
In each distressing day!
Father (for that’s the sweetest name
That e’er these lips were taught to frame),
Instruct this heart to pray.
2 Low in the dust my parents lie,
And no attentive ear is nigh
But Thine, to mark my woe;
No hand to wipe away my tears,
No gentle voice to hush my fears,
Remains to me below.
3 To Heav’n my earthly friends are gone,
And thither are my comforts flown,
But I continue here;
Be Thou my pattern, Thou my guide;
This friendless heart from sorrow hide,
Reposing on Thy care. Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPHINE
O Thou, The Helpless Orphan's Hope
The Bridegroom Coming At Midnight
Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8804 Meter: 8.8.6 D First Line: Dark fall the hours this winter-tide Lyrics: 1 Dark fall the hours this winter-tide,
Strange silence reigns on every side,
And day seems wrapped in gloom,
Save few short hours, which, all too brief,
Light up bare tree and fallen leaf,
Then fade in hapless doom.
2 Now let each lamp be burning bright,
Lest, unaware, the sudden night
Enshroud us in the dark,
And we in vain, through snow and cold,
With wavering feet, seek out the fold,
And Love’s all sheltering ark.
3 O silent hours of wintry days,
From summer’s joy and golden rays,
From autumn’s harvest song,
We turn to you, for ye reveal
The waiting bride, and make us feel,
The Bridegroom comes ere long. Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPHINE
The Bridegroom Coming At Midnight
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