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Lord, Who Didst The Prophets Teach

Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16063 Meter: 7.7.7.7 First Line: Lord, who didst the pro­phets teach Lyrics: 1 Lord, who didst the pro­phets teach To pre­pare Thy way of old; And by Thy apos­tles preach Truths of wis­dom ma­ni­fold; 2 Teach us to be­hold Thee, Lord, Present in the sac­red page, Living Word in writ­ten word; Coming thus to ev­ery age. 3 Coming in King Da­vid’s psalms, In Isai­ah’s trum­pet-call, In St. John’s deep, qui­et calms, In the glow­ing fires of Paul. 4 Coming bright­ly from afar To the lands with dark­ness dim, On the ev­an­gel­ic car Of Thy four­fold che­ru­bim. 5 Thus, O bless­èd Lord, when we On Thy Holy Scrip­tures look, May we ever wor­ship Thee, Coming in Thy sac­red book. 6 So, when as a scroll is past Heav’n, and earth with all its strife, We may see our names at last Written in the Book of Life. Languages: English Tune Title: POSEN
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Love Is Stronger Than Death

Author: Gerard Moultrie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16183 Meter: 7.7.7.7 First Line: At the tomb where Christ hath been Lyrics: 1 At the tomb where Christ hath been, Weeping waits the Mag­da­lene; With the two dis­ci­ples she Wonders where the Lord can be. 2 Look they in: they see the bed Where the Lord hath laid His head; Where He slept so calm, so still, Underneath His ho­ly hill. 3 Stooping down they see no more Than the clothes which wrapped Him o’er, Clothes which bound His feet, His brow, Death’s white vest­ments, use­less now. 4 They de­part: but love and faith Stronger are than sight, than death; At the tomb where Christ hath been Watching waits the Mag­da­lene. 5 He was here: then she will wait, Watching ear­ly, watch­ing late; Where her Je­sus last was seen There will wait the Mag­da­lene. 6 Look once more, O Ma­ry! see, Is it still the same to thee? Clear the tears from off your sight— Where was dark­ness, now is light! 7 Angel guards are sit­ting now Clothed in rai­ment white as snow: Shines their glo­ry through the shade Where the form of Christ was laid. 8 "He is ris­en! do not fear: Your dear Lord abides not here, See the place (wipe tears away) Where the sleep­ing Je­sus lay." 0 Turns she round: she sees Him stand In the gar­den close at hand: "Mary!" ’Tis His ac­cent now: "Master!" It is Thou, ’tis Thou! Languages: English Tune Title: ELLINGHAM
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Walking On The Winged Wind

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16411 Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Walking on the winged wind, Fear before Him, Death behind; When the Lord came down in wrath, Clouds and darkness girt His path. 2 Thence abroad His arrows flew, Thick and fast they smote and slew; We in dust and ashes lay, None could help, but all could pray. 3 Fervent prayer had power with God, Caught the lightnings on its rod, Faith and hope, amidst our bands, Holding up its weary hands. 4 Prayer prevailed amidst despair, God delights to honor prayer; Judgment laid its terrors by, Mercy beamed o’er earth and sky. 5 Now be sorrow turned to song, Let the bruisèd reed grow strong, Smoking flax break forth and blaze, Prayer transform itself to praise. 6 Let the living now record All the goodness of the Lord; Him let the redeemed adore, Go in peace, and sin no more. Languages: English Tune Title: ROSEBANK
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Fools, For Their Transgression, See

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16469 Meter: 7.7.7.7 First Line: Fools, for their trans­gress­ion, see Lyrics: 1 Fools, for their trans­gress­ion, see Sharp dis­ease their youth con­sume, And their beau­ty, like a tree, Withering o’er an ear­ly tomb. 2 Food is loath­some to their taste. And the eye re­volts from light ; All their joys to ru­in haste. As the sunset in­to night. 3 Then un­to the Lord they cry, He in­clines a gr­acious ear, Sends de­liv­er­ance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. 4 He with health re­news their frame, Lengthens out their num­bered days; Let them glor­ify His name With the sac­ri­fice of praise. 5 O that men would praise the Lord, For His good­ness to their race; For the won­ders of His Word, And the rich­es of His grace! Languages: English Tune Title: MERCY

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