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We Sing The Glories Of Thy Love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12599 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 We sing the glories of Thy love, We sound Thy dreadful name; The Christian church unites the songs Of Moses and the Lamb. 2 Great God, how wondrous are Thy works Of vengeance and of grace: Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord, How just and true Thy ways! 3 Who dares refuse to fear Thy name, Or worship at Thy throne? Thy judgments speak Thine holiness Thro’ all the nations known. 4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth, Drunk with the martyrs’ blood, Her crimes shall speedily awake The fury of our God. 5 The cup of wrath is ready mixed, And she must drink the dregs; Strong is the Lord, her sovereign judge, And shall fulfill the plagues. Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS

Oft Have I Sat In Secret Sighs

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12601 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oft have I sat in secret sighs To feel my flesh decay; Then groaned aloud with frighted eyes, To view the tottering clay. 2 But I forbid my sorrows now, Nor dares the flesh complain; Diseases bring their profits, too; The joy o’ercomes the pain. 3 My cheerful soul now all the day Sits waiting here and sings; Looks thro’ ruins of her clay, And practices her wings. 4 Faith almost changes into sight, While from afar she spies Her fair inheritance, in light Above created skies. 5 Had but the prison walls been strong And firm, without a flaw, In darkness she had dwelt too long And less of glory saw. 6 But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear, And something of the joy she feels While she’s a prisoner here. 7 Bright Heaven rushes sweetly in At all the gaping flaws; Of endless bliss are visions seen; And native air she draws. 8 O may these walls stand tottering still, The breaches never close, If I must here in darkness dwell, And all this glory lose! 9 O rather let this flesh decay; The ruins wider grow, Till, glad to see th’enlargèd way, I stretch my pinions through. Languages: English Tune Title: DUBLIN

I Take The Journey Of A Day

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12605 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I take the journey of a day, Thy sun, Lord, gives me light; The moon and stars, Thy voice obey, And watch me through the night. 2 For mercies every hour bestowed Unceasing thanks are due; Now, ’midst the dangers of the road, Lord, bring me safely through. 3 Upheld by Thine almighty arm, And guided by Thine eye, Storms cannot crush, nor lightnings harm, Sickness nor plague come nigh. 4 Thou art Thy people’s sun and shield, Their glory and defense; All elements allegiance yield To sovereign Providence. 5 But not in Providence alone The Godhead’s footsteps shine, In grace are mightier wonders shown, Of love and power divine. 6 As these thus far on pilgrimage, My lengthened course attend, So may they lead me stage by stage, To mine appointed end. 7 When all my journeyings here must cease, And life no more shall be; Lord, let me then depart in peace, From everything but Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: ASCRIPTION

To Calm The Sorrows Of The Mind

Author: Thomas Jervis Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12607 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To calm the sorrows of the mind, Our heav’nly friend is nigh, To wipe the anxious tear that starts, Or trembles in the eye. 2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart, The secret woe control; The inward malady canst heal, The sickness of the soul. 3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh, Canst soothe each mortal care; And every deep and heartfelt groan Is wafted to Thine ear. 4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still; Thy potent arm can save From threatening danger and disease, And all-devouring grave. 5 When pale and languid all the frame, The ruthless hand of pain Arrests the feeble powers of life, The help of man is vain. 6 ’Tis Thou, great God! alone canst check The progress of disease; And sickness, awed by power divine, The high command obeys. 7 Eternal source of life and health. And every bliss we feel! In sorrow and in joy to Thee Our grateful hearts appeal. Languages: English Tune Title: LYTHAM

When Sickness Shakes The Languid Frame

Author: Ottiwell Heginbothom Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12609 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When sickness shakes the languid frame, Each dazzling pleasure flies; Phantoms of bliss no more obscure Our long deluded eyes. 2 Then the tremendous arm of death Its hated scepter shows; And nature faints beneath the weight Of complicated woes. 3 The tottering frame of mortal life Shall crumble into dust, Nature shall faint—but learn, my soul On nature’s God to trust. 4 The man, whose pious heart is fixed On his all gracious God, In every frown may comfort find, And kiss the chastening rod. 5 Nor him shall death itself alarm; On Heav’n his soul relies; With joy he views his Maker’s love, And with composure dies. Languages: English Tune Title: HEREFORD

What Is It For A Saint To Die?

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12627 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: What is it for a saint to die Lyrics: 1 What is it for a saint to die, That we the thought should fear? ’Tis but to pass the heav’nly sky, And leave pollution here. 2 True, Jordan’s stream is wondrous deep, And Canaan’s walls are high; But He, that guards us while we sleep, Can guide us when we die. 3 A parting world, a gaping tomb, Corruption and disease, Are thorny paths to Heav’n our home, And doors to endless bliss! 4 Eternal glory just before, And Jesus waiting there, A heav’nly gale to waft us o’er— What have the saints to fear? Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 67

Daughters Of Pity, Tune The Lay

Author: William Hampson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12638 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Daughters of pity, tune the lay; To mourners joy belongs; While He that wipes all tears away Accepts our thankful songs. 2 No altars smoke, no offerings bleed, No guiltless lives expire; To help a brother in his need Is all our rites require. 3 Our offering is a willing mind To comfort the distressed; In others’ good our own to find, In others’ blessing blest. 4 Go to the pillow of disease, Where night gives no repose, And on the cheek where sickness preys, Bid health to plant a rose. 5 Go where the friendless stranger lies; To perish is his doom: Snatch from the grave his closing eyes, And bring his blessing home. 6 Thus, what our heav’nly Father gave, Shall we as freely give; Thus copy Him who lived to save, And died that we might live. Languages: English Tune Title: DIBDIN

Lord, May The Spirit Of This Feast

Author: Lydia H. Sigourney Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12639 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, may the spirit of this feast— Lyrics: 1 Lord, may the spirit of this feast— The earnest of Thy love— Maintain a dwelling in our breast, Until we meet above. 2 The healing sense of pardoned sin, The hope that never tires, The strength a pilgrim’s race to win, The joy that Heav’n inspires. 3 Still may their light our duties trace In lines of hallowed flame, Like that upon the prophet’s face, When from the mount he came. 4 But if no more with kindred dear The broken bread we share, Nor at the banquet board appear To breathe the grateful prayer: 5 Forget us not—when on the bed Of dire disease we waste, Or to the chambers of the dead, And bar of judgment haste. 6 Forget not—Thou who bore the woe Of Calvary’s fatal tree— Those who within these courts below Have thus remembered The Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER

O Thou, The First, The Greatest Friend

Author: Robert Burns Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12640 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Thou, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their stay and dwelling place! 2 Before the mountains heaved their heads Beneath Thy forming hand; Before this ponderous globe itself Arose at Thy command; 3 That power which raised, and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time, Was ever still the same. 4 Those mighty periods of years, Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before Thy sight, Than yesterday that’s past. 5 Thou giv’st the word: Thy creature, man, Is to existence brought; Again Thou say’st, Ye sons of men, Return ye into nought! 6 Thou layest them, with all their cares, In everlasting sleep; As with a flood Thou tak’st them off With overwhelming sweep. 7 They flourish like the morning flower, In beauty’s pride arrayed; But long ere night cut down it lies All withered and decayed. Languages: English Tune Title: BURNS

Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray

Author: Paul B. Henkel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12645 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Have mercy Lord, on us we pray Lyrics: 1 Have mercy Lord, on us we pray, Thy grace to us reveal; O turn Thy plagues from us away Tho’ we deserve them well. 2 Thy punishments are justly due, And answer to our crimes! And we are made to feel them too, In these distressing times. 3 Lord, what destruction death has made, How has it swept our towns; So many numbered with the dead, In neighboring places round. 4 Death visits us in all our homes, And there makes his abode: And hurries mortals to their tombs, That sink beneath his load. 5 Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn, And pray with all our heart: That God in mercy may return, 1 And bid our plagues depart. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR