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Hark! The Redeemer From On High

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12163 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Hark! the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites His favorites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks and calls us out: 2 “My dove, who hidest in the rock, Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, And let thy voice delight Mine ear. 3 Thy voice to Me sounds ever sweet. My graces in thy countenance meet; Tho’ the vain world thy face despise, ’Tis bright and comely in mine eyes. 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope Thine invitation gives; To Thee our joyful lips shall raise The voice of prayer and of praise. 5 I am my love’s, and He is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join; Nor let a motion, nor a word, Nor thought arise, to grieve my Lord. 6 My soul to pastures fair He leads Amongst the lilies where He feeds; Amongst the saints—whose robes are white Washed in His blood—is His delight. 7 Till daybreak come and shadows flee, Till sweet returning dawn I see, Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my soul in darkness mourn. 8 Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap over hills of fear and sin; Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide My love, my Savior, from my side. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD

Hark! the Redeemer from on high

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #562 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: [Hark! the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks, and calls us out. "My dove, who hidest in the rock, Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, And let thy voice delight mine ear. "Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; My graces in thy count'nance meet; Though the vain world thy face despise, 'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes." Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thine invitation gives; To thee our joyful lips shall raise The voice of prayer and of praise.] [I am my Love's, and he is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join; Nor let a motion, nor a word, Nor thought, arise to grieve my Lord. My soul to pastures fair he leads, Amongst the lilies where he feeds Amongst the saints, whose robes are white, Washed in his blood, is his delight. Till the day break, and shadows flee, Till the sweet dawning light I see, Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my soul in darkness mourn. Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin; Nor guilt nor unbelief divide My Love, my Savior, from my side.] Topics: Blessings of a person; Comfort holiness, and pardon; Grace without merit; Obedience sincere; Sincerity; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Faith in the blood of Christ; Guilt of conscience relieved; Justification free; Pardon and confession; Repentance confession, and pardon Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:14-17 Languages: English

Hark! the Redeemer, from on high

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.LXX (1766) Lyrics: [1 Hark! the Redeemer, from on high Sweetly invites his Fav'rites nigh; From Caves of Darkness and of Doubt, He gently speaks and calls us out. 2 My Dove, who hidest in the Rock, Thine Heart almost with Sorrow broke, Lift up thy Face, forget thy Fear, And let thy Voice delight mine Ear. 3 Thy Voice to me sounds ever sweet, My Graces in thy Count'nance meet; Though the vain World thy Face despise, 'Tis bright and comely in mine Eyes.] [4 Dear Lord, our thankful Heart receives The Hope thine Invitation gives; To thee our joyful Lips shall raise The Voice of Prayer and of Praise.] [5 I am my LOVE's, and he is mine; Our Hearts, our Hopes, our Passions join; Nor let a Motion, nor a Word, Nor Thought, arise to grieve my Lord. 6 My Soul to Pastures fair he leads, Amongst the Lilies where he feeds; Amongst the Saints (whose Robes are white, Wash'd in his Blood) is his delight. 7 'Till the Day break, and Shadows flee, 'Till the sweet dawning Light I see, Thine Eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my Soul in Darkness mourn. 8 Be like a Hart on Mountains green, Leap o'er the Hills of Fear and Sin; Nor Guilt, nor Unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour, from my Side.] Topics: Christ Communion with Him; Church Conversing with Christ viz. seeking, finding, calling, answering; Communion between Christ and the Church; Invitation of Christ answered; Song of Solomon paraphrased Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:14-17 Languages: English