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Evening Hymn

Author: Mrs. E. M. Bohne Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8911 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Weary and worn, I long for rest— Lyrics: 1 Weary and worn, I long for rest— Close Thou my eyes in sleep; O let me lie upon Thy breast, My rest in Thee complete! 2 Give me that inner consciousness Of Thine exceeding peace, And from all sorrow, grief and pain Shall come a sweet release. 3 Then in the morning gird anew My soul with strength divine; The word of Thy salvation be Assurance I am Thine! 4 Choose Thou the path in life for me, And lead me by Thy hand; May every impulse of my soul Respond to Thy command. Languages: English Tune Title: COAHUILA

I Am The Life

Author: Adele M. Harper Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8921 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: "I am the life" — "I am the life" Lyrics: 1 "I am the life" — "I am the life," Oh, gladsome, glorious thought, The end, the end of mortal strife, ’Tis mine by gift, not bought. 2 Eternal life, eternal life, A priceless boon from God; A precious gift, O joyous life, ’Tis here, ’tis mine, unsought. 3 "O come to Me," the Savior said— The words of life I give; I am of life the living bread, Eat all of ye and live. 4 I take, I eat the words He spoke With thankful heart and true; I feel His love, as thus He broke The bread for me and you. Languages: English Tune Title: BROWN

Rise Every Soul In Jesus' Name

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8934 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Rise every soul in Jesus’ name Lyrics: 1 Rise every soul in Jesus’ name, Who after Him aspires; The wonders of His love proclaim, And praise Him in the fires. 2 Amidst impending plagues and woes, Extol His saving power: Earth hath not yawned on us to close, Or opened to devour. 3 Howe’er the wisdom of our God With us tomorrow deal, We were not yesterday destroyed, We now are out of hell. 4 Wherefore our lives shall show His praise, Long as our lives are giv’n, Or snatched from earth obtain a place Immoveable in Heav’n. Languages: English Tune Title: KENT

How Are Thy Glories Here Displayed!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8947 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How are Thy glories here displayed! Great God, how bright they shine, While at Thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine. 2 Here Thy revenging justice stands, And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands Like Jesus on the cross. 3 Thy saints attend with every grace On this great sacrifice; And love appears with cheerful face, And faith with fixèd eyes. 4 Our hope in waiting posture sits, To Heav’n directs her sight; Here every warmer passion meets, And warmer powers unite. 5 Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rising sin destroy; Repentance comes with aching heart, Yet not forbids the joy. 6 Dear Savior, change our faith to sight; Let sin for ever die; Then shall our souls be all delight, And every tear be dry. Languages: English Tune Title: ST STEPHEN

See How The Fruitless Fig Tree Stands

Author: Joseph Harbottle Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8965 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See how the fruitless fig tree stands Beneath the owner’s frown; The axe is lifted in his hands, To cut the cumberer down. 2 "Year after year I come," he cries, "And still no fruit is shown; I see but empty leaves arise; Then cut the cumberer down." 3 "The axe of death at one sharp stroke, Shall make my justice known; Each bough shall tremble at the shock Which cuts the cumberer down." 4 Sinner, beware—the axe of death Is raised, and aimed at thee; Awhile thy Maker spares thy breath; Beware, O barren tree! Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN

As Parched in the Barren Sands

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8993 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 As parchèd in the barren sands Beneath a burning sky, The worthless bramble withering stands, And only grows to die. 2 Such is the sinner’s awful case, Who makes the world his trust; And dares his confidence to place In vanity and dust. 3 A secret curse destroys his root, And dries his moisture up; He lives awhile, but bears no fruit, Then dies without a hope. 4 But happy he whose hopes depend Upon the Lord alone; The soul that trusts in such a friend, Can ne’er be overthrown. 5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns break, And creature comforts die; No change his solid hope can shake, Or stop his sure supply. 6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots By constant streams are fed; Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits, It rears its branching head. 7 It thrives, though rain should be denied, And drought around prevail; ’Tis planted by a river’s side Whose waters cannot fail. Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE

What Though No Flowers The Fig Tree Clothe?

Author: John Logan Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9032 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: What though no flowers the fig tree clothe Lyrics: 1 What though no flowers the fig tree clothe, Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply? 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see; Though famine pine in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be? 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in His love; In Him I’ll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove. 4 He to my tardy feet shall lend The swiftness of the roe; Till, raised on high, I safely dwell Beyond the reach of woe. 5 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy; A joy which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy. Languages: English Tune Title: BISHOPTHORPE

My God, Thy Service Well Demands

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9061 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, Thy service well demands The remnant of my days: Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew Thy praise? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o’er the grave, And nature sunk with pain. 3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt, Didst chase the fears of hell, And teach my pale and quivering lips Thy matchless grace to tell. 4 Calmly I bowed my fainting head On Thy dear faithful breast; Pleased to obey my Father’s call To His eternal rest. 5 Into Thy hands, my Savior God, Did I my soul resign, In firm dependence on that truth, Which made salvation mine. 6 Back from the borders of the grave, At Thy command I come: Nor would I urge a speedier flight To my celestial home. 7 Where Thou determine mine abode, There would I choose to be; For in Thy presence death is life, And earth is Heav’n with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: EADLEY

Speak Gently

Author: George W. Hangford Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9078 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Speak gently! it is better far Lyrics: 1 Speak gently! it is better far To rule by love than fear; Speak gently! let not harsh words mar The good we might do here. 2 Speak gently! Love doth whisper low The vows that true hearts bind; And gently friendship’s accents flow; Affection’s voice is kind. 3 Speak gently to the little child; Its love be sure to gain. Teach it in accents soft and mild; It may not long remain. 4 Speak gently to the young, for they Will have enough to bear; Pass through this world as best they may, ’Tis full of anxious care. 5 Speak gently to the agèd one, Grieve not the care-worn heart; The sands of life are nearly run; Let such in peace depart. 6 Speak gently, kindly to the poor; Let no harsh tone be heard; They have enough they must endure, Without an unkind word. 7 Speak gently to the erring; know They must have toiled in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so; Oh! win them back again. 8 Speak gently: He who gave His life To bend man’s stubborn will, When elements were fierce in strife, Said to them, "Peace, be still!" 9Speak gently: ’tis a little thing Dropped in the heart’s deep well; The good, the joy which it may bring, Eternity shall tell. Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY

Sweet Is The Light, What'er It Be

Author: Thomas Davis Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9120 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet is the light, whate’er it be Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the light, whate’er it be, That leads us to the Lord; And sure are they, who seek His face, To find their great reward. 2 A star once led a chosen few To gaze with raptured heart Upon the infant Savior’s form, And costliest gifts impart. 3 More blest are we, although not led To Him we worship thus: The star is gone; the risen Sun Reveals Himself to us. 4 O may His beams yet dearer grow, Till ours be that bright crown Received where He for ever shines, A Sun that goes not down! Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND