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Out of the depths I cry to Thee

Author: M. Luther Hymnal: LHPN1913 #273 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord, God, O hear my wailing! Thy gracious ear incline to me, And make my prayer availing. On my misdeeds in mercy look, O deign to blot them from Thy book, Or who can stand before Thee? 2 Thy sovereign grace and boundless love, Make Thee, O Lord, forgiving; My purest thoughts and deeds but prove Sin in my heart is living: None guiltless in Thy sight appear; All who approach Thy throne must fear, And humbly trust Thy mercy. 3 Thou canst be merciful while just,-- This is my hope's foundation; On Thy redeeming grace I trust, Grant me, then, thy salvation. Shielded by Thee, I stand secure; Thy word is firm, thy promise sure, And I rely upon Thee. 4 Like those who watch the midnight's hour To hail the dawning morrow, I wait for Thee, I trust Thy power, Unmoved by doubt or sorrow. So let Thy Israel hope in Thee, And he shall find Thy mercy free, And Thy redemption plenteous. 5 Where'er the greatest sins abound, By grace they are exceeded; Thy helping hand is always found With aid where aid is needed; Thy hand, the only hand to save, Will rescue Israel from the grave, And pardon his transgression. Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; Confession of Sin; Repentance Tune Title: [Out of the depths I cry to Thee]

Thou to whom the sick and dying

Author: G. Thring Hymnal: LHPN1913 #274 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Thou to whom the sick and dying Ever came, nor came in vain, Still with healing word replying To the wearied cry of pain; Hear us, Jesus as we meet, Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 2 Still the weary, sick, and dying Need a brother's, sister's care, On Thy higher help relying, May we now their burden share, Bringing all our offerings meet, Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 3 May each child of Thine be willing, Willing both in hand and heart, All the law of love fulfilling, Comfort ever to impart, Ever bringing offerings meet, Suppliant at Thy mercy-seat. 4 Then shall sickness, sin, and sadness, To Thy healing power yield, Till the sick and sad, in gladness, Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, and healed, One in Thee together meet, Pardoned at Thy judgment-seat. Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; Benevolence Tune Title: [Thou to whom the sick and dying]

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint

Author: J. Agricola Hymnal: LHPN1913 #275 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.4.6.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me; True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. 2 Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; O let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. 3 O grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven; Thy word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. 4 Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger; From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. 5 Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer. I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger; When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power; So, through deliverance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not! Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent Tune Title: [Lord, here the voice of my complaint]

Here behold me, as I cast me

Author: J. Neander Hymnal: LHPN1913 #276 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.4.6.8 Lyrics: 1 Here behold me, as I cast me At Thy throne, O glorious King! Sorrows thronging, childlike longing, Son of Man, to Thee I bring. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! Me, a poor and worthless thing. 2 Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee, Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine; Thou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me, Only Thee to know I pine. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! Take my heart, and own me Thine! 3 Naught I ask for, naught I strive for, But Thy grace so rich and free; That Thou givest whom Thou lovest, And who truly cleave to Thee. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! He hath all things who hath Thee. 4 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure, Glorious name, or richest hoard, Are but weary, void and dreary, To the heart that longs for God. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! I am Thine, O mighty Lord! Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; Grâce; Humility

When afflictions sore oppress you

Author: J. Olearius Hymnal: LHPN1913 #277 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When afflictions sore oppress you, Low with grief and anguish bowed, Then to earnest prayer address you; Prayer will help you, through the cloud Still to see your Savior near, Under every cross you bear; By the light His Word doth lend you, Prayer will joy and comfort send you. 2 None shall ever be confounded, Who in God will freely trust; Though they be by woes surrounded, God's a rock to all the just: Though you deem He hears you not, Still your wants are ne'er forgot; Cry to Him when storms assail you, Let your courage never fail you. 3 Call on God, knock, seek, implore Him, 'Tis the Christian's noblest skill; He who comes with faith before Him, Meets with help and favor still: Who on God most firmly rest Are the wisest and the best; God will with such strength inbue them, Ne'er shall any foe subdue them. 4 Learn to mark God's wondrous dealing With the people that He loves; When His chastening hand they're feeling, Then their faith the strongest proves: God is nigh, and notes their tears, Though He answers not, He hears; Pray with faith, for though He try you, No good thing can God deny you. 5 Ponder all God's truth can teach you, Let His word your footsteps guide; Satan's wiles shall never reach you, Though he draw the world aside. Lo! God's truth is thy defense, Light, and hope, and confidence: Trust in God, He'll not deceive you, Pray, and all your foes will leave you. Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; Cross and Comfort Tune Title: [When afflictions sore oppress you]

Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest

Author: H. C. Sthen Hymnal: LHPN1913 #278 (1913) Meter: 4.4.7.4.4.4.7 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest, My Hope and my salvation! I trust in Thee; Deliver me From misery; Thy word's my consolation. 2 As Thou dost will, Lead Thou me still That I may truly serve Thee, My God, I pray, Teach me Thy way, To my last day In Thy true faith preserve me. 3 Most heartily I trust in Thee, Thy mercy fails me never; Dear Lord, abide My helper tried, Thou Crucified, From evil keep me ever. 4 Now henceforth must I put my trust In Thee, O dearest Savior; Thy comfort choice, Thy word and voice, My heart rejoice, Despite my ill behavior. 5 When sorrows rise, My refuge lies In Thy compassion tender; Within Thine arm Can naught alarm; Keep me from harm, Be Thou my strong defender. 6 I have Thy word, Christ Jesus, Lord; Thou never wilt forsake me; This will I plead In time of need; O help with speed When troubles overtake me! 7 Grant, Lord, we pray, Thy grace each day, That we, Thy law revering, May live with Thee, And happy be Eternally, Before Thy throne appearing. Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; Jesus Christ Our Savior Tune Title: [Lord Jesus Christ]

Holy Jesus! Fountain streaming

Author: J. van Lodenstein; B. Crasselius Hymnal: LHPN1913 #279 (1913) Meter: 8.9.8.8.9.8.6.6.4.4.4.8 Lyrics: 1 Holy Jesus! Fountain streaming Of holiness and grace redeeming, As clear as crystal, pure and free: Cherubim in robes of whiteness And seraphim in all their brightness Are darkness when compared with Thee; Be Thou my pattern bright, My glory and delight, Holy Savior! O teach Thou me, that I may be All pure and holy, like to Thee. 2 Gentle Jesus! self-denying, And with Thy Father's will complying, Yes, even unto death resigned: Let me e'er, Thy way pursuing, And pride and haughtiness subduing, Be guided by Thy gentle mind; Like Thee may I be mild And gentle as a child, Gentle Savior! O teach Thou me, that I may be Meek and obedient, like to Thee. 3 Loving Jesus! Thou my treasure, Whose love to man no thought can measure, Conform me to Thine image bright; Send Thy Spirit, grace bestowing, That I, in every virtue growing, May ripen for the realms of light; O draw me after Thee, Forever Thine to be, Loving Savior! Thou givest rest to souls distressed, And all who learn of Thee are blest. Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; Holiness; Jesus Christ Our Example; Jesus Christ Our Teacher Tune Title: [Holy Jesus! Fountain streaming]

The kingdom Satan founded

Author: T. Kingo Hymnal: LHPN1913 #280 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6.6.7.7.6 Lyrics: 1 The kingdom Satan founded Shall now be overthrown, For Christ its fall hath sounded, And through His power alone Shall Satan meet his doom, And be for aye confounded; He from the souls he wounded Shall flee in fear and gloom. 2 Though he would bind forever Our lips with bands of hell, Yet Christ, sent to deliver, Can loose those bands full well, That e'en the dumb may raise His voice with joy and pleasure And sing in sweetest measure To God his thanks and praise. 3 O Jesus! my distresses To Thee are known full well, Thou seest how Satan presses My soul's weak citadel; His aim is to control My members and my senses, With sin and with offenses He steals into my soul. 4 Anon my tongue he bindeth That God it shall not praise; Anon my eyes he blindeth To hide the light of grace; Now he my ears doth close, To hinder me from hearing The gospel's sound so cheering And soothing in my woes. 5 To God I raise my crying Before the mercy-seat, And on His word relying I grace of Him entreat, That He for Jesus' sake Would cleanse my soul and spirit Through Jesus' blood and merit, And Satan's power break. 6 God, let not love of sinning Thy fear drive from my breast, Lest Satan, triumph winning, Be of my heart possessed; O let Thy chastening rod Each day give me direction, To seek Thy sure protection And tell Thy grace abroad. 7 My heart must Thou have solely, My Savior and my God! Come, Jesus, take it wholly, And make it Thine abode! Mold it to Thy control, That I, Thy word receiving, May find, in Thee believing, Salvation for my soul. Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; Temptation Tune Title: [The kingdom Satan founded]

O Lord, when condemnation

Author: J. Gesenius Hymnal: LHPN1913 #281 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, when condemnation And guilt oppress my soul, Then let Thy bitter passion The rising storm control: Remind me that Thy blood was spilt For me, O most unworthy! To take away my guilt. 2 O wonder passing measure To faith's enlightened eye! For slaves it ws the pleasure Of their own Lord to die! The mighty God stoops from on high For me, lost, ruined creature, And deigns as man to die. 3 My sins rise up to heaven,-- And countless is their lost; But Christ Himself hath given, And paid the mighty cost: Since then on Him my sins were laid, Of hell and all its torments, I am no more afraid. 4 Henceforth my heart shall bless Thee Whilst here its pulses move; Its songs of praise address Thee For all Thy dying love: Thy wrongs and last deep agony Shall be my meditation Till I am called to Thee. 5 Lord, let Thy bitter passion My soul with strength inspire To flee with indignation All sinful, low desire: Ah! never would I, Lord, forget The greatness of that ransom Which paid my endless debt. 6 Should earthly griefs assail me, If need be, shame and scorn, Let patience never fail me To bear as Thou hast borne: Grant that the world I may forsake, And Thee for my example, Oh! may I daily take. 7 Still let me do to others As Thou hast done to me, And look on all as brothers, Their willing servant be: O may I never seek my own, But help as Thou hast helped, With purest love alone. 8 At length when I am bidden With all things here to part, The wounds in which I'm bidden Speak peace into my heart; Relying then upon Thy blood, O give me full assurance That I shall see my God. Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; Rédemption Tune Title: [O Lord, when condemnation]

Who trusts in God, a strong abode

Author: J. Magdeburg Hymnal: LHPN1913 #282 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Who trusts in God, a strong abode In heaven and earth possesses; Who looks in love to Christ above, No fear his heart oppresses. In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own Sweet hope and consolation; Our shield from foes, our balm for woes, Our great and sure salvation. 2 Though Satan's wrath beset our path, And worldly scorn assail us, While Thou art near we will not fear, Thy strength shall never fail us: Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe, And guide our steps forever; Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath, Our souls from Thee shall sever. 3 In all the strife of mortal life Our feet shall stand securely; Temptation's hour shall lose its power, For Thou shalt guard us surely. O God, renew, with heavenly dew, Our body, soul, and spirit, Until we stand at Thy right hand, Through Jesus' saving merit. Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent; Temptation Tune Title: [Who trusts in God, a strong abode]