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The Bitter Waters

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12090 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are Which in this desert flow; Though to the eye they promise fair, They taste of sin and woe. 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream, But now, awake, I find, That sin has poisoned every stream, And left a curse behind. 3 But there’s a wonder-working wood, I’ve heard believers say, Can make these bitter waters good, And take the curse away. 4 The virtues of this healing tree Are known and prized by few; Reveal this secret, Lord, to me, That I may prize it too. 5 The cross on which the Savior died, And conquered for His saints; This is the tree, by faith applied, Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the blest effect, Nor longer mourn their lot; While on His sorrows they reflect, Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, Tho’ many griefs they meet; They draw again from every loss, And find the bitter sweet. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

Of Justice And Of Grace I Sing

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12100 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Justice and of grace I sing Lyrics: 1 O Justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows; Thy grace and justice, heav’nly King, Teach me to rule my house. 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise; I’ll suffer nothing near me there That shall offend Thine eyes. 3 The man that doth his neighbor wrong By falsehood or by force, The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue, I’ll thrust them from my doors. 4 I’ll seek the faithful and the just, And will their help enjoy; These are the friends that I shall trust, The servants I’ll employ. 5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit I’ll not endure a night; The liar’s tongue I ever hate, And banish from my sight. 6 I’ll purge my family around And make the wicked flee, So shall my house be ever found A dwelling fit for Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: SALZBURG

See, From On High, A Light Divine

Author: James Cox Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12134 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See, from on high, a light divine On Jesus’ head descend; And hear the sacred voice from Heav’n, That bids us all attend: 2 "This is My well belovèd Son," Proclaimed the voice divine: "Hear Him," His heavenly Father said, "For all His words are Mine." 3 His mission thus confirmed from Heaven, The great Messiah came, And heav’nly wisdom taught to man, In God the Father’s name. 4 The path of heav’nly peace He showed, That leads to bliss on high, Where all His faithful followers here Shall live, no more to die. 5 O may we then, who own Him Lord, And His loved name profess, By all our words and actions prove That we His mind possess. Languages: English Tune Title: INVITATION

My Father Blessed Me

Author: Thomas MacKellar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12137 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My father raised his trembling hand Lyrics: 1 My father raised his trembling hand, And placed it on my head: "God’s blessing be on thee, my son!" Most tenderly he said. 2 He died, and left no gems nor gold, But still was I his heir— For that rich blessing which he gave Became a fortune rare. 3 And in my day of weary toil To earn my daily bread, It gladdens me in thought to feel His hand upon my head. 4 Though infant tongues to me have said "Dear father!" oft since then, Yet when I bring that scene to mind, I’m but a child again. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON

Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12146 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep For human ministry; It knows not how to tell itself To any but to Thee. 2 Thou dost remember still, amid The glories of God’s throne, The sorrows of mortality, For they were once Thine own. 3 Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God, Even in Thy misery, There’s been no sorrow but Thine own, Untouched by sympathy. 4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings Its fearfulness to Thee; Thine eye, at least, can penetrate The clouded mystery. 5 And is it not, O Lord, enough, This holy sympathy? There is no sorrow e’er so deep But I may bring to Thee. 6 It is enough, my precious Lord, Thy tender sympathy! My every sin and sorrow can Devolve itself on Thee. 7 As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole Of human misery; Thine own alone lay desolate, That Thou might pitied be. 8 Thy risen life but fits Thee more For kindly sympathy; Thy love unhindered rests upon Each bruisèd branch in Thee. 9 Jesus! Thou hast availed to search My deepest malady; It freely flows—more freely finds The gracious remedy. Languages: English Tune Title: PALESTINE

The Lord Is King

Author: Edward Perronet Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12161 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord! Lyrics: 1 Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord! Let powers immortal sing; Adore the co-eternal Word, And shout, "The Lord is King!" 2 To Thee all angels cry aloud, Thy name hosannas ring; Around Thy throne their myriads crowd, And shout, "The Lord is King!" 3 "Hail Him," they cry, "ye sons of light, Of joy the eternal spring; Hail Him who formed you by His might, And shout, 'The Lord is King!'" 4 Low at His feet, ye seraphs, fall; His praise, ye cherubs, sing: Shout all ye heav’ns, on whom we call; O shout, "The Lord is King!" 5 Hail Him, ye saints, whose love for you Hath drawn the monster’s sting: O render to the Lord His due, And shout, "The Lord is King!" 6 Let Salem’s foes their powers employ, And strike the chorded string; While choral bands, with bursts of joy, High shout, "The Lord is King!" 7 Cry out and shout, fair Zion’s land! Ye priests, your offerings bring: Watchmen! that on her ramparts stand, And shout, "The Lord is King!" 8 Rise from the dust, ye heirs of grace, And, with expanded wing, Ascend to Him who fills all space, And shout, "The Lord is King!" 9 Let worlds above, and worlds below, In songs united sing; And, while eternal ages flow, Loud shout, "The Lord is King!" Languages: English Tune Title: HARLECH

How Is Our Nature Spoiled By Sin!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12191 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How is our nature spoiled by sin Lyrics: 1 How is our nature spoiled by sin! Yet nature ne’er hath found The way to make the conscience clean, Or heal the painful wound. 2 In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own: O Jesus, nothing but Thy blood Can bring us near the throne. 3 The threatenings of Thy broken law Impress our souls with dread; If God His sword of vengeance draw, It strikes our spirits dead. 4 But Thine illustrious sacrifice Hath answered these demands: And peace and pardon from the skies Came down by Jesus’ hands. 5 Here all the ancient types agree, The altar and the lamb; And prophets in their visions see Salvation through His name. 6 ’Tis by Thy death we live, O Lord, ’Tis on Thy cross we rest; For ever be Thy love adored, Thy name for ever blessed. Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE

Naked As From The Earth We Came

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12232 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Naked as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first; We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favors borrowed now To be repaid anon. 3 ’Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave; He gives and (blessèd be His name!) He takes but what He gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions then! Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at His sovereign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; And we’ll adore the justice, too, That strikes our comforts dead. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON

In Vain We Lavish Out Our Lives

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12233 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind. 2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls With more substantial meat; With such as saints in glory love, With such as angels eat. 3 Our God will every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives by covenant and by oath The riches of His grace. 4 Come, and He’ll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains In the dear fountain that His Son Poured from His dying veins. 5 Our guilt shall vanish all away, Tho’ black as hell before; Our sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no more. 6 And lest pollution should o’erspread Our inward powers again, His Spirit shall bedew our souls Like purifying rain. 7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing, That terrors cannot move, That fears no threatenings of His wrath, Shall be dissolved by love. 8 Or He can take the flint away That would not be refined, And from the treasures of His grace Bestow a softer mind. 9 There shall His sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave His law, And every motion of our souls To swift obedience draw. 10 Thus will He pour salvation down, And we shall render praise; We the dear people of His love, And He our God of grace. Languages: English Tune Title: CALVA

Sleep, Weary World

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12285 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest Lyrics: 1 Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest, Thy countless eyelids close; Shut all thy cares within thy breast, For once in peace repose. 2 Wake, slumbering world, a midnight cry Comes with almighty breath; Wake, thy redemption draweth nigh, Rise from the dust of death. 3 Yon star, those angels, shepherds, kings, A birth from Heav’n proclaim; God’s only Son thy ransom brings, Emanuel is His name. 4 Gather thy children from afar, Of climes and tongues unknown; Show them the stable and the star, Christ’s manger and His throne. 5 There, with the angels, loud and sweet, All hearts, all voices blend; There, with the shepherds at His feet, All knees, all nations bend. 6 There, with the wise men from the east, Sinners their offerings bring; Each at this altar be a priest, And every priest a king. 7 For He shall wash them in His blood, Shall with His robes array, And make them kings and priests to God, Lord Jesus, haste the day. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLEYNE