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Arise And Hail The Sacred Day

Author: Elizabeth Scott, 1708-1776 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11997 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Arise, and hail the sacred day Lyrics: 1 Arise, and hail the sacred day, Cast all low cares of life away; And thoughts of meaner things; This day, to cure our deadly woes, The Sun of Righteousness arose With healing in His wings. 2 If angels on that happy morn The Savior of the world was born Poured forth seraphic songs, Much more should we of human race Adore the wonders of His grace, To whom that grace belongs. 3 How wonderful, how vast His love, Who left the shining realms above, Those happy seats of rest; How much for lost mankind He bore, Their peace and pardon to restore, Can never be expressed. 4 While we adore His boundless grace, And pious joy and mirth take place Of sorrow, grief and pain, Give glory to our God on high, And not, among the general joy, Forget good-will to men. 5 O then let Heav’n and earth rejoice, Creation’s whole united voice, And hymn the sacred day, When sin and Satan vanquished fell, And all the powers of death and hell, Before His sovereign sway. Languages: English Tune Title: ROMFORD

Christ My Helper

Author: J. L. Scott Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12000 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: O Christ of God who lived for me Lyrics: 1 O Christ of God who lived for me, With joy I lift my voice to Thee, And pray that Thou wouldst hear; As Thou didst die upon the tree To save my soul and make it free, Be Thou my helper near. 2 And should I wander far from Thee O’er desert wastes of land and sea, Still be Thou at my side; For kept by Thee I cannot stray, Except to find a better way, My Savior, and my guide. 3 And when my work on earth is o’er, The sun has set to rise no more, And night is sweeping by; Then through the darkness I would see Thy radiant face look down on me, A beacon in the sky. Languages: English Tune Title: ŚLĄSK

Whene'er I Look Into Thy Word

Author: Samuel Pearce, 1766-1799 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12775 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Whene’er I look into Thy word Lyrics: 1 Whene’er I look into Thy word, And read about my dearest Lord, The friend of sinful man, And trace my Savior’s footsteps there; What humble love, what holy fear, Through all His conduct ran! 2 If I regard the matchless grace He showed unto the human race, How He for them became A poor sojourner here below, Oppressed by pain and sorrow too, I can’t but love His name. 3 And when I view His love to God, Those steps in which the Savior trod, I long to tread them too; I long to be inspired with zeal, To execute my Father’s will, As Jesus used to do. 4 I read, that He on duty bent, To lonely places often went, To seek His Father there: The early morn and dewy ground Can witness, they the Savior found, Engaged in fervent prayer. 5 And did my Savior use to pray, Before the light unveiled the day; And shall I backward be? No, dearest Lord, forbid the thought, Help me to fight as Jesus fought, Each foe that hinders me. 6 And you, my friends, who love His name, Who love to imitate the Lamb, And more of Jesus know; Come let us all surround His throne, And see what blessings on His own Our Savior will bestow. 7 Though fears be great, temptations strong, And though we oft have waited long, Perhaps He may design This morn to give each soul to see, And say with Paul, "He died for me," And my Redeemer’s mine. 8 Now cheerful we’ll begin to pray, That He will wash our sins away In His atoning blood; That He His blessing may bestow, And give each sinner here to know That he’s a child of God. Languages: English Tune Title: ADOWA

To Whom In Peril And Distress

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12903 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To whom in peril and distress While growing ills our land oppress, Should we for refuge fly? Jesus, from age to age the same, We find, confiding in Thy name, The strength of Israel nigh. 2 Of wars and rumored wars we hear, But Thy command forbids our fear, And unbelieving haste; In Thee our quiet souls we hide And safe beneath Thy wings abide, Till every storm is past. 3 Our only care Thy grace to gain And steadfast in the faith remain Which sweetly works by love, To prove Thine acceptable will And all Thy dear commands fulfill As angels do above. 4 Us, whom Thy mind and Spirit arm, Nor sword nor pestilence can harm, Nor earth or hell annoy; The plagues that on the wicked seize Can never interrupt our peace, Or rob us of our joy. 5 We thus to meet our God prepare, By constant watchfulness and prayer, By toils of love renewed, Assured that all events shall join Accomplishing Thy blest design In our eternal good. 6 O Son of Man, O God most high We on Thy faithful word rely For persevering grace, Till fully saved and counted meet We stand, in holiness complete, Before Thy glorious face. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES

What Angel Can the Grace Explain

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13020 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 What angel can the grace explain, That very God is very man! By love paternal given: Begins the uncreated Word; Born is the everlasting Lord; Who made both earth and Heaven! 2 Behold Him, high above all height! Him, God of God, and Light of Light, In a mean earthly shrine: Jehovah’s glory dwells with men, His person in our flesh is seen, The character divine! 3 Not with these eyes of flesh and blood, Yet lo, we still behold the God, Replete with truth and grace; The truth of holiness we see, The grace of full felicity, In our Redeemer’s face. 4 Transformed by the ecstatic sight, Our souls o’erflow with pure delight, And every moment own; The Lord our whole protection is, The Lord is our immortal bliss, And Christ and Heaven are one. Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES

Let Us Draw Near

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13193 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Why stand I lingering without Lyrics: 1 Why stand I lingering without, In fear, and weariness, and doubt, When all is light within? O Thou, the new and living way, The trembler’s guide, the sinner’s stay, My high priest, lead me in! 2 I know the mercy seat is there, On which Thou sitt’st to answer prayer; I know the blood is shed; The everlasting covenant sealed, The everlasting grace revealed, And life has reached the dead! 3 Not the mere paradise below; The heaven of heavens is opened now, And we its bliss regain; Guarded so long by fire and sword, The gate stands wide, the way restored, The veil is rent in twain! 4 Without the cloud and gloom appear, The peril and the storm are near, The foe is raging round; Then let me boldly enter in, There end my danger, fear, and sin, And rest on holy ground. Languages: English Tune Title: ANNETTA

Peace And Good Will

Author: Harriet M. Kimball Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13211 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Lyrics: 1 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Year after year with sweet increase The heav’nly carol swells: The holy tale of Jesu’s birth In ever widening circles earth With tongues unnumbered tells. 2 Once more the vision glorified Appears with blessèd Christmastide— The virgin full of grace; And in her arms the Child divine, The God-Man born of David’s line, New head of Adam’s race. 3 The very nature that we wear, His Godhead veiled, He stoops to share In great humility; And angel legions round Him close And Heav’n with boundless praise o’erflows That such a love could be. 4 But neither round His infant brow The crown of thorns (pre-woven now) Created eyes behold; Nor in those infant arms that reach In mute appeal, in lieu of speech, The cross those arms infold. 5 Yet crown of thorns and holy rood (The tree of life, the mystic wood), His spotless sacrifice, His anguish and His triumph, all Are shadowed here in Bethlehem’s stall Though hidden from our eyes. 6 Here, too, begins His wondrous reign; Confessors, martyrs, lead His train Of humble souls and pure; Not of this world His kingdom is; All others fade away, but His Forever shall endure. 7 His sword is truth, His armor love; His Spirit as a tender dove Broods o’er this troubled life; He pities, pardons, strengthens, feeds; He binds the breaking heart that bleeds; To peace transformeth strife. 8 Where’er the Marah waters spring Of want or wrong or suffering And men of Him entreat, His cross all crimsoned with His blood He casts into the bitter flood And makes those waters sweet. 9 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" What wonder that with glad increase The heav’nly carol swells; And on the story of His birth In ever widening circles earth With wondering rapture dwells! Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Behold, The Awful Day Comes On

Author: Augustus M. Toplady Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13392 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold, the awful day comes on, When Jesus on His righteous throne Shall in the clouds appear: With solemn pomp shall bow the sky, And, in the twinkling of an eye, Arraign us at His bar. 2 But first th’archangel’s trump shall blow, Our scattered dust its voice shall know, And quicken at the sound: The sea shall then give up her dead: And nations, starting from their bed, Shall cleave the opening ground. 3 Who shall withstand His righteous ire, When Jesus sets the clouds on fire, And makes the earth retreat? In vain shall sinners then repent. When each expiring element, Shall melt with fervent heat. 4 The dead in Christ shall first awake, The faithful few, who, for His sake, On earth were justified: Guarded by a seraphic band, Aloft they mount to His right hand, In whom they lived and died. 5 See next the guilty crowd arise. Beholding, with reluctant eyes, The glories of the Lamb; While taunting fiends impatient wait To hurl them from the judgment seat, To hell’s eternal flame. 6 Hark, as they mount, by devils borne, To meet their judge (on earth their scorn) Despairingly they cry, "Fall on us, rocks, with all your load, And screen us from the wrath of God, And hide us from His eye." 7 In vain on rocks and hills ye call, The rocks shall from their bases fall And know their place no more: The hills shall melt when God comes down, And mountains crumble at His frown, And groan beneath His power. 8 What thought can paint their black despair, Who this tremendous sentence hear, Irrevocably giv’n, "Depart, ye cursed, into hell, With everlasting burnings dwell, Remote from Me and Heav’n?" 9 But, O Thou Savior of mankind, Display Thy power, and to the blind Effectual light afford: Snatch them from unbelief and sin, And now compel them to come in, And tremble at Thy Word. 10 Methinks I hear Thy mercy plead, The voice of Him that wakes the dead Doth over sinners mourn: “Why do ye still your God forget, And madly hasten to the pit From whence is no return? 11 "Ye reasoners, make a rational choice; Listen, in time, to reason’s voice, Nor dare almighty ire: Turn, lest the hottest wrath ye feel, And find, too late, the flames of hell No metaphoric fire." Languages: English Tune Title: FRANCES

Fröhlich Soll Mein Herze Springen

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13504 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Fröhlich soll mein Herze springen Dieser Zeit, Da vor Freud’ Alle Engel singen. Hört, hört, wie mit vollen Chören Alle Luft Laute ruft: Christus ist geboren! 2 Heute geht aus seiner Kammer Gottes Held, Der die Welt Reisst aus allem Jammer. Gott wird Mensch dir, Mensch, zugute. Gottes Kind, Das verbind’t Sich mit unserm Blute. 3 Sollt’ uns Gott nin können hassen, Der uns gibt, Was er liebt Über alle Massen? Gott gibt, unserm Leid zu wehren, Seinen Sohn Aus dem Thron Seiner Macht und Ehren. 4 Sollte von uns sein gekehret, Der sein Reich und zugleich Sich uns selbst verehret? Sollt’ uns Gottes Sohn nicht lieben, Der jetzt kömmt, Von uns nimmt, Was uns will betrueben? 5 Hätte vor der Menschen Orden Unser Heil Einen Greu’l, Wär’er nicht Mensch worden. Hätt’ er Lust zu unserm Schaden, Ei, so würd’ Unsre Bürd’ Er nicht auf sich laden. 6 Er nimmt auf sich, was auf Erden Wir getan, Gibt sich an, Unser Lamm zu werden, Unser Lamm, das für uns stirbet Und bei Gott für den Tod Gnad’ und Fried’ erwirbet. 7 Nun, er liegt in seiner Krippen, Ruft zu sich Mich und dich, Spricht mit suessen Lippen: Lasset fahr’n, o liebe Brueder, Was euch quaelt, Was euch fehlt, Ich bring’ alles wieder. 8 Ei, so kommt und lasst uns laufen! Stellt euch ein, Gross und klein, Eilt mit grossem Haufen! Liebt den, der vor Liebe brennet; Schaut den Stern, Der uns gern Licht und Labsal goennet. 9 Die ihr schwebt in grossen Leiden, Sehet, hier Ist die Tuer Zu den wahren Freuden. Fasst ihn wohl, er wird euch führen An den Ort, Da hinfort Euch kein Kreuz wird rühren. 10 Wer sich fühlt beschwert im Herzen, Wer empfind’t Seine Sünd’ Und Gewissensschmerzen, Sei getrost, hier wird gefunden, Der in Eil’ Machet heil Die vergift’ten Wunden. 11 Die ihr arm seid und elende, Kommt herbei, Füllet frei Eures Glaubens Hände! Hier sind alle guten Gaben Und das Gold, Da ihr sollt Euer Herz mit laben. 12 Süsses Heil, lass dich umfangen, Lass mich dir, Meine Zier, Unverrückt anhangen! Du bist meines Lebens Leben; Nun kann ich Mich durch dich Wohl zufrieden geben. 13 Meine Schuld kann mich nicht drücken, Denn du hast Meine Last All’ auf deinem Rücken. Kein Fleck ist an mir zu finden, Ich bin gar Rein und klar Aller meiner Sünden. 14 Ich bin rein um deinetwillen; Du gibst g’nug Ehr’ und Schmuck, Mich darein zu hüllen. Ich will dich ins Herze schliessen; O mein Ruhm, Edle Blum’, Lass dich recht geniessen! 15 Ich will dich mit Fleiss bewahren, Ich will dir Leben hier, Dir will ich abfahren; Mit dir will ich endlich schweben Voller Freud’ Ohne Zeit Dort im andern Leben. Languages: German Tune Title: EBELING

When With A Mind Devoutly Pressed

Author: Moses Browne Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14481 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When with a mind devoutly pressed, Dear Savior! my revolving breast Would past offenses trace; Trembling, I make the black review, Yet pleased behold, admiring too, The power of changing grace. 2 This tongue, with blasphemies defiled, These feet, to erring paths beguiled, In heav’nly league agree; Who could believe such lips could praise, Or think my dark and winding ways Should ever lead to Thee? 3 These eyes, that once abused their sight, Now lift to Thee their watery light, And weep a silent flood; These hands ascend in ceaseless prayer, O wash away the stains they wear, In pure, redeeming blood. 4 These ears, that pleased could entertain The midnight oath, the lustful strain, When round the festal board; Now deaf to all th’enchanting noise, Avoid the throng, detest their joys, And press to hear Thy word. 5 Thus art Thou served in every part. And wouldst Thou but transform my heart, That drossy thing refine; That grace may nature’s strength control, And a new creature—body—soul, Be all, be ever Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: GANGES