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Now Joyful Strains We Lift On High

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10716 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Now joyful strains we lift on high, Amid the faithful throng Of those who Jesus magnify In sweet and holy song. 2 We render thanks, and bless the Lord, Who died our souls to save; Through whom to heavenly peace restored We fear no more the grave. 3 With saints, who all triumphantly In paradise record, O’er sin and death, the victory, We strike the silver chord. 4 With angel hosts that dwell above, And weave their golden lays Around the throne of truth and love, We glad hosannas raise. 5 We celebrate the glorious name Of earth’s Redeemer king; Our tongues aloud His power proclaim, In heart His grace we sing. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. STEPHENS

In Judah's Rugged Wilderness

Author: T. Fletcher Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10752 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In Judah’s rugged wilderness Lyrics: 1 In Judah’s rugged wilderness, Where Jordan rolls his flood, In manners strict, and rude in dress, The holy Baptist stood. 2 And while upon the river’s side The people thronged to hear, "Repent," the sacred preacher cried; "The heavenly kingdom’s near." 3 Now Jesus to the stream descends; His feet the waters lave; And o’er His head, that humbly bends, The Baptist pours the wave. 4 When lo! a heavenly form appears, Descending as a dove; And wondrous sounds th’assembly hears, Proclaiming from above— 5 "This is My well belovèd Son; On Him My Spirit rests; Now is His reign of grace begun; Attend His high behests." 6 The sacred voice has reached our ear, And still through distant lands Shall sound, till all His name revere, And honor His commands. Languages: English Tune Title: RICHMOND

The Land Before Them, Where to Choose?

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10767 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The land before them, where to choose Lyrics: 1 The land before them, where to choose— They may not dwell at one— Lay far and wide, on either side, Beneath the morning sun. 2 Here homes of rest, like Eden dressed, And there, beyond the skies, The City stands not made with hands, Nor seen with mortal eyes. 3 Who pitched his tent where sinners went, Still keeps his spirit whole; Nor eye nor ear lets that way near, Defilement to the soul. 4 The Lord knows how the sainted brow To fence with holy shame, Sweet angel guest, unknown, but blest, To pull us from the flame. 5 Straight to his noon, with staff and shoon, The pilgrim climbs the hills; And see the star of Christ afar, Dim through the twilight’s chills. 6 There, like a pall, o’er field and wall, The furnace hangs its breath; And Jordan’s waves those cities’ graves Heap with a sea of death. Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM

The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er

Author: Archer T. Gurney Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The awful noontide gloom is o’er Lyrics: 1 The awful noontide gloom is o’er, The darkness ebbs away; The Maries linger to adore: O, let us with them pray! 2 Yea, let us linger ’neath the cross Where hangs the Lord of Life; Now let us weep their bitter loss, And mourn our carnal strife. 3 More calmly now each past offense May we in grief review, And weep our vanished innocence, And feel despair our due. 4 Yet He upon the cross who lies For us hath pardon won; Thence blend we comfort with our sighs, And laud the glorious Son. 5 The hours creep on—O rest we here Beneath the cross’ shade! We’ll keep our vigil, sad yet dear, Till low our Lord is laid. 6 See! Joseph comes with spices’ store; See Nicodemus aid: They gaze upon their Lord once more While daylight’s rays do fade. 7 With pious haste and pious awe They soon their task complete; From those blest hands the nails they draw And free those sacred feet. 8 Then down the blessèd form they bear And low on earth to lay, And weeping bend in silent prayer, Yet scarce for tears can pray. 9 Now see that gracious company, The Maries, true Saint John, And those twain lords of high degree Now raise and bear Him on. 10 They bear Him to the new-hewn tomb, There down their Lord they set, And leave Him in the sacred gloom, Their Lord, and Savior yet. 11 O silent tears, O sighs of pain, How flowed ye fast and free! For them, for us, the Lamb was slain To all eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

How Shall I Look Upon That Brow?

Author: K. Y. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10796 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How shall I look upon that brow Lyrics: 1 How shall I look upon that brow, O crowned with thorns for me? How shall I lift my sinful eyes, Those glorious eyes to see? 2 How shall I dare to look upon The piercèd hands and feet, When all the dead in Christ shall rise Their risen Lord to meet? 3 How shall I venture, holy Lord, To come before Thee now, All stained with sin my evil heart, Its mark upon my brow? 4 My waywardness, my willfulness, The sins I dare not name, Gave to the Lord of Life His death, The Lord of Glory shame. 5 The lame and blind were hated then Of holy David’s soul; They came to Thee in temple, Lord, And Thou didst make them whole. 6 The leper dared not sit or rest Where trace of man had been; Yet didst Thou deign, all merciful, To touch, and make him clean. 7 From some the righteous pure will shrink, And shun their face to see, But harlot and the publican Thou calledst unto Thee. 8 And when Thy blessèd hands were pierced, Upon the bitter tree, Even in that hour of agony, Thou thought with love of me. 9 Alas! I knew not what I did, I know not what I do, When by my sins I crucify The Son of God anew. 10 I only know that I am vile, More vile than words can say, But know that Jesus did not will The worst be cast away. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND

Jesus Has Lived

Author: William R. Alger Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10845 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Jesus has lived! and we would bring Lyrics: 1 Jesus has lived! and we would bring The world’s glad thanks today; And at His feet while anthems ring, The grateful offering lay. 2 Jesus has lived! and His pure life So perfect and sublime, Shall conquer man’s dark sin and strife Through every rank and clime. 3 Jesus has died! and o’er the stars Gone home to God on high: He burst the grave’s cold prison bars, And said, "Man cannot die." 4 Jesus yet lives! and from the sky Where victory He wrote, Before the good man’s closing eye, Visions of glory float. 5 Jesus yet lives! and oh! may we, While in this valley dim, So feel our immortality, That we may be like Him. Languages: English Tune Title: BEAIT IMMACULATI

Oh God, By Whom The Seed Is Given

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10881 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Oh God! by whom the seed is giv’n Lyrics: 1 Oh God! by whom the seed is giv’n; By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna show’red from Heav’n, Is planted in our breast; 2 Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun’s intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care! 3 Though buried deep or thinly strown, Do Thou Thy grace supply; The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky! Languages: English Tune Title: CAMDEN ROAD

Jesus, Great Shepherd Of The Sheep

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10884 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, great shepherd of the sheep, To Thee for help we fly; Thy little flock in safety keep, For O! the wolf is nigh. 2 He comes of hellish malice full, To scatter, tear and slay; He seizes every straggling soul, As his own lawful prey. 3 Us into Thy protection take, And gather with Thine arm; Unless the fold we first forsake, The wolf can never harm. 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power, While by our shepherd’s side; The sheep he never can devour Unless he first divide. 5 O do not suffer him to part The souls that here agree; But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in Thee! 6 Together let us sweetly live, Together let us die; And each a starry crown receive, And reign above the sky. 7 Keep us till then in perfect peace, And call us each to prove An endless age of heavenly bliss, An endless age of love. Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN

The Angel Comes, He Comes To Reap

Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10887 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The angel comes, he comes to reap The harvest of the Lord! O’er all the earth with fatal sweep Wide waves his flamy sword. 2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide The fire of vengeance bound? The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride Choked the fair crop around. 3 And who are they, reserved in store God’s treasure-house to fill? The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore Amid surrounding ill. 4 O King of Mercy! grant us power Thy fiery wrath to flee! In Thy destroying angel’s hour O gather us to Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE

God Is Gone Up With Joyful Sound

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10906 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 God is gone up with joyful sound Of saints that sing on high; His own right hand and holy arm Have brought the victory nigh! 2 Now empty are the courts of Death And crushed thy sting, Despair; And roses bloom in desert tomb For Jesus hath been there! 3 And He hath tamed the strength of Hell, And dragged him through the sky, Captive behind His chariot wheel, That man no more may die. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN