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Let all the multitudes of light

Author: Frederick Brodie Macnutt, 1873 - 1949 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Ascension Used With Tune: NUN FREUT EUCH
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From Depths of Woe I Cry to You

Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78; Gracia Grindal, b. 1943 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 37 hymnals Lyrics: 1 From depths of woe I cry to you; Lord, hear me, I implore you. Bend down your gracious ear to me; My prayer let come before you. If you kept record of my sin And held against me what I've been, How could I stand before you? 2 Your love and grace alone avail To blot out my transgression. The best and holiest deeds must fail To break sin's dread oppression. Before you none can boasting stand, But all must fear your strict demand And live alone by mercy. 3 Therefore my hope is in the Lord And not in my own merit; It rests upon his faithful Word To them of contrite spirit. That he is merciful and just-- This is my comfort and my trust. His help I wait with patience. 4 [Text copyrighted] Topics: Confession and Absolution; Confession and Absolution Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOT
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Hast To The Plough Thou Put Thy Hand

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Hast to the plough thou put thy hand, Let not thy spirit waver. Heed not the world’s allurements grand, Nor pause for Sodom’s favor. But plow thy furrow, sow God's seed Though tares and thorns thy work impede; For he who sows with weeping, Shall soon with joy be reaping. 2 But should at times thy courage fail-- For even strength may falter-- Let not the tempting world prevail On thee thy course to alter. He that would win must forward go; Retreat can bring thee naught but woe; When foes bid thee defiance, On God be thy reliance. 3 If to the course we faithful keep, The race will soon be ended; And death itself is but a sleep, Its veil will soon be rended. But those who conquer in the strife Obtain the joy and crown of life And shall in constant gladness Forget these days of sadness. 4 Press onward then in Jesus' name, Though thorns and rocks inclose thee; Yea, forward though with sword and flame The foe should here oppose thee. Most precious is the victor's prize, And open is God's paradise Where God on Zion's mountain Has opened wide life's fountain. Topics: Following Christ Used With Tune: [hast to the plough thou put thy hand]

God is our sure defence, our aid

Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal

I set the Lord before my eyes

Author: Owen Douglas Dowling Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal
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All Ye Who Like The Birds Can Soar

Author: P. C. Paulsen; N. F. S. Grundtvig Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 All ye who like the birds can soar, Who earth and sea and sky explore, Lift up your hearts in singing; Give praise to God, for good is He And by His grace would set you free Who still to earth are clinging. 2 My soul, thou art of noble birth, Thy thoughts rise upward from the earth As if on eagle pinions. Most lofty is thy upward flight When thou ascendest, robed in light, To heaven's fair dominions. 3 Thou canst not find on land or sea A creature that is like to thee, In need of grace from heaven; God verily had thee in mind When through His Son He saved mankind, And thou to Him be given. 4 Awake, my soul, lift up thy voice; Do thou in Christ the Lord rejoice And laud Him as thy Savior, Who from the Father's throne above Bestows on thee His wondrous love, His grace and ev'ry favor. 5 Go tell it to the birds that fly And to the angels in the sky, Whose song so happy soundeth, That thou like them with joyful zest Wilt praise thy God and call Him blest, Whose grace to all aboundeth. Topics: Praise Used With Tune: AVIS

Life-Giver, Maker, God of All

Author: Delores Dufner Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal

Within the church's hallowed walls

Author: Miriam Drury Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals

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