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Nearer, My God, to Thee

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: HOoS1937 #448 (1937) Person Name: Sarah F. Adams First Line: Nearer, my God, to Thee! Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though, like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 3 Then let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise. So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Amen.

When All Thy Mercies, O My God

Author: Joseph Addison Hymnal: HOoS1937 #328 (1937) Person Name: Joseph Addison Lyrics: 1 When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I’m lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the last a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. 3 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 4 Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I’ll raise: But O, eternity’s too short To utter all Thy praise! Amen.

Unto the Lord of All Creation

Author: Arivd A. Afzelius Hymnal: HOoS1937 #314 (1937) Person Name: Arivd A. Afzelius Lyrics: 1 Unto the Lord of all creation Thy voice, my soul, in anthems raise. Let ev'ry heart a fit oblation Bring unto Him with songs of praise. O contemplate in humbleness The pow'r and riches of his grace. 2 In Him we live and have our being; And all the hosts of heav'n and earth The living God, all-wise, all-seeing, Thro' His own Spirit brought to birth. His holy Name, writ in His Word, Thro' all the universe is heard. 3 The Lord who laid the earth's foundation, And for the stars their course decreed, Whose hand hath ordered all creation, Provideth for our every need; For God is Love: the Father's care His smallest child shall duly share. 4 From out the gloom mine eye descrieth The Maker's footprints in the sky; the starry chorus testifieth To His eternal majesty; While on my path each tiny flower Proclaims His glory and His power. 5 Into Thy hand, O God Almighty, My weal and woe I will entrust; My need Thou seest who takest pity On every worm that crawls the dust. In pleasure's path or sorrow's way Be Thou my Guide, O Lord, I pray. 6 And when the morning star appeareth, Thy grace, Thy glory we proclaim; When falls the dew, and evening neareth, O Lord, we call upon Thy Name. Upon Thy mercy we rely, Father, Creator, God on high. Amen.

There Is a Green Hill Far Away

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HOoS1937 #108 (1937) Person Name: Cecil F. Alexander Lyrics: 1 There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. 2 We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 3 He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood. 4 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. 5 O dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Amen.

Jesus Calls Us; O'er the Tumult

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HOoS1937 #172 (1937) Person Name: Cecil F. Alexander Lyrics: 1 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, "Christian, follow Me." 2 As of old, apostles heard it By the Galilæan lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for His dear sake. 3 Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more." 4 In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love Me more than these." 5 Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies, Saviour, may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. Amen.

The Roseate Hues of Early Dawn

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HOoS1937 #513 (1937) Person Name: Cecil F. Alexander Lyrics: 1 The roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away! O for the pearly gates of heav'n! O for the golden floor! O for the Sun of Righteousness That setteth nevermore! 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint! How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint! O for a heart that never sins! O for a soul washed white! O for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day or night! 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hopes, And grace to lead us higher: But there are perfectness and peace Beyond our great desire. O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, O by Thy life laid down, O that we fall not from Thy grace, Nor cast away our crown! Amen.

Once in Royal David's City

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HOoS1937 #633 (1937) Person Name: Cecil F. Alexander Lyrics: 1 Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle-shed Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed; Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. 2 He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poorest of the earth Was our holy Saviour's birth. 3 Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see Him, but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars His children, crowned, All in white shall wait around. Amen.

Near the Cross Was Mary Weeping

Author: James Waddell Alexander; Jacopone da Todi Hymnal: HOoS1937 #104 (1937) Person Name: James Waddell Alexander Lyrics: 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son: There in speechless anguish groaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Thro' her soul the sword had gone. 2 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He His love and power displayed: By His stripes He wrought our healing, By His death our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 3 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In Thy griefs may deeply grieve; Thee our best affections giving, To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live. Amen.

O Thou Who Hast Thy Servants Taught

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: HOoS1937 #488 (1937) Person Name: Henry Alford Lyrics: 1 O Thou who hast Thy servants taught That not by words alone, But by the fruits of holiness, The life of God is shown, The life of God is shown! 2 While in Thy house of prayer we meet, And call Thee God and Lord, Give us a heart to follow Thee, Obedient to Thy Word! Obedient to Thy Word! 3 Through all the dangerous paths of life, Uphold us as we go; That with our lips, and in our lives, Thy glory we may show, Thy glory we may show. Amen.

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: HOoS1937 #574 (1937) Person Name: Henry Alford 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 For our wants to be supplied; Come, to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home! 2 All the world is 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 His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offenses purge away; 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! Amen.