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Glory to thee, my God this night
Author: Bishop Kenn Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCLV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: Bishop Kenn Lyrics: 1 Glory to thee, my God this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself and thee
I, e're I sleep at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, so I may dread,
The Grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may,
Triumphant rise on the last day.
4 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep my eye-lids close;
Sleep, that ay e more vig'rous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
6 Let my blest guardian whilst I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instill,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
7 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below,
Praise him above ye Ang'lic Host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Topics: Evening hymns Languages: English
Glory to thee, my God this night
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
Author: Newton Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CXCIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Newton Lyrics: 1 Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heav'n itself a richer knows,
Than my Redeemer's blood.
2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain;
Else sweetly, as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.
3 Till thou thy teaching pow'r apply,
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,
Shut out the view of thee.
4 Blind to the merits of thy Son,
What mis'ry we endure!
Yet fly that hand, from which alone,
We could expect a cure.
5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more,
To thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour, and the pow'r
That makes him precious too. Topics: For the Holy Communion Return of praise after Communion Languages: English
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
This is the feast of heav'nly wine
Author: Newton Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CLXXXV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Newton Lyrics: 1 This is the feast of heav'nly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.
2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed:
Not heav'n affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread!
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls appear!
The righteous in their own esteem,
Have no acceptance here.
4 Approach ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place;
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face. Topics: For the Holy Communion Languages: English
This is the feast of heav'nly wine
And must this body die
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCXXX (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 And must this body die?
This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till thy triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
3 God, my Redeemer lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,
'Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe.
Lord to thy dying love;
O may we bless thy grace below,
And sing thy grace above.
6 Saviour, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
'Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues. Topics: Death and Burial At the interring of the corpse Languages: English
And must this body die
Come let us join our cheerful songs
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCCXLIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus:
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb. Topics: The Glory of Christ Languages: English
Come let us join our cheerful songs
Come, we that love the Lord
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCCXVIII (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place!
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God,
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4 The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas.
5 This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love,
He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs
To carry us above.
6 There we shall see his face
And never, never sin
There from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.
7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
9 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields
Or walk the golden streets.
10 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear by dry;
W'ere marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Topics: Praises to God Languages: English
Come, we that love the Lord
Death may dissolve my body now
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCXV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 [Death may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home;
Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord;
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.]
3 God has laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
Shall place it on my head.
4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love, and long to see
Th'appearance of his Son.
5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe
From every ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.
6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. Amen. Topics: Visitation of the Sick For such as are supposed to be just expiring Languages: English
Death may dissolve my body now
For ever-blessed be the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXLIV.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Lyrics: 1 For ever-blessed be the Lord,
My Savior and my shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care,
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine
My fainting hopes shall raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise. Topics: Assistance and Victory in the Spiritual Warfare Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English
For ever-blessed be the Lord
How beauteous are their feet
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCCXXXVII (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who brings salvation on their tongues
And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found.
4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and saints desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro' all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God. Topics: The Blessedness of Gospel Times Languages: English
How beauteous are their feet
Jesus invites his saints
Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CLXXXVII (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Watts Lyrics: 1 Jesus invites his saints
To meet around his board;
Here pardon'd rebels sit and hold
Communion with their Lord.
2 For food he gives his flesh;
He bids us drink his blood:
Amazing favour! matchless grace
Of our descending God!
3 This holy bread and wine,
Maintains our fainting breath,
By union with our living Lord,
And int'rest in his death.
4 Our heav'nly Father calls
Christ and his members one;
We the young children of his love,
And he the first-born Son.
5 We are but sev'ral parts
Of the same broken bread;
One body hath its sev'ral limbs,
But Jesus is the head.
6 Let all our pow'rs be join'd,
His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise. Topics: For the Holy Communion Languages: English
Jesus invites his saints
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