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Awake, awake to love and work
Author: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy Hymnal: Hymns of the Rural Spirit #37 (1947) Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
Awake, awake to love and work
Awake, Awake to Love and Work
Author: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy, 1833-1929 Hymnal: Christian Worship #323 (1941) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspiration and Vision Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
Awake, Awake to Love and Work
Awake, awake to love and work
Author: Geoffrey Anketell Studdert-Kennedy, 1883-1929 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #588 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Life Service and Influence Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
Awake, awake to love and work
Awake, awake to love and work
Hymnal: Hymns and Psalms #631 (1983) Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
Awake, awake to love and work
Thou Who Didst Teach Beside the Sea
Author: Burton C. Bastuscheck Hymnal: Fourteen New Rural Hymns #2 (1955) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
Thou Who Didst Teach Beside the Sea
The Prodigal Son (Guild)
Author: Marion P. Guild Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5681 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 First Line: Here feast I at my Father's board Lyrics: 1. Here feast I at my Father’s board
Who starved among the swine;
For me must every foot be fleet
And every lamp must shine;
For me the merry music sounds,
The dancers dip and twine.
2. My heart beats fast against my robe,
The best robe, soft and red;
With sobbing breath and tightening throat
And tears in rapture shed,
I feel His ring upon my hand,
His blessings on my head.
3. Ah, bitter was the way, and oft
My blood my path would trace;
And guilt and grief and stabbing shame
With all my steps kept pace;
And yet I famished not for bread
So sore as for His face.
4. The road seemed endless. On I fared,
Wresting each mile from death;
Then such an awe upon me fell
I scarce could draw my breath;
My spirit felt His coming as
Of one that succoreth.
5. Blind, fainting, to His mighty breast
He caught and held me fast;
I knew the fortress of His arms
About my weakness cast;
And, when He kissed my traitor cheek,
I guessed His heart at last.
6. The piteous words I oft had conned
I trembling strove to say;
But sudden glory round me poured
A brighter, richer day.
In wonderment I lifted up
My head that drooping lay.
7. The glory streamed from out His eyes,
As from all Beauty’s throne.
O depths of love unthinkable
That in that splendor shone!
O pain of love that travaileth
And bleedeth for its own.
8. O gleam of wisdom hoar with eld
Ere sang the stars of morn!
O shifting, blending, dazzling lights
That thrilled my hope forlorn
To undreamed miracles of joy
And surge of life reborn!
9. He brought me home, and here I sit,
Even in my boyhood’s place;
And on my very soul is stamped
Each largess of His grace;
But still transfiguring all I see
That radiance of His face! Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
The Prodigal Son (Guild)
Sheltered Vale
Hymnal: Sunday School Service Book and Hymnal #67 (1885) First Line: O little birds that all day long Languages: English Tune Title: [O little birds that all day long]
Sheltered Vale
Der Heiland ist gekommen
Hymnal: Kleiner Liederschatz #31 (1901) Languages: German Tune Title: [Der Heiland ist gekommen]
Der Heiland ist gekommen
Der Heiland ist gekommen
Author: K. Gerok Hymnal: Sonntagsschulharfe #33 (1909) Languages: German Tune Title: [Der Heiland ist gekommen]
Der Heiland ist gekommen
Dort unten in der Mühle
Hymnal: Kleines Gesang- und Gebetbuch #71 (1940) Lyrics: 1 Dort unten in der Mühle
saß ich in süser Ruh,
und sah dem Näderspiele
und sah dem Wassern zu,
und sah dem Näderspiele
und sah dem Wassern zu.
2 Sah zu der blanken Säge
Es war mir wie ein Traum,
Die bahnte lange Wege
In Einen Tannenbaum
Die bahnte lange Wege
In Einen Tannenbaum.
3 Die Tanne war wie lebend,
In Trauermelodie,
Durch alle Fasern bebend,
Sang diese Worte sie:
Durch alle Fasern bebend,
Sang diese Worte sie.
4 Du kehrst zur rechten Stunde,
O Wandrer bei mir ein;
Du bist's, für den die Wunde
Mir dringt ins Herz hinein,
Du bist's, für den die Wunde
Mir dringt ins Herz hinein.
5 Du bist's für den wird werden,
Wenn kurz gewandert du,
Dies Holz im Schooß der Erden
Ein Schrein zu langer Ruh,
Dies Holz im Schooß der Erden
Ein Schrein zu langer Ruh.
6 Bier Bretter sah ich fallen,
Wir ward's ums Herz so schwer,
Ein Wörtlein wollt ich lallen,
Da ging das Rad nicht mehr,
Ein Wörtlein wollt ich lallen,
Da ging das Rad nicht mehr.
Languages: German Tune Title: [Dort unten in der Mühle]
Dort unten in der Mühle
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