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Thou, Lord, hast power to heal

Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Thou, Lord, hast power to heal, And Thou wilt quickly aid; For Thou dost deeply feel The stripes upon us laid-- Thou who wast wounded by the rod Uplifted in the hand of God. Send speedy help, we pray, To him who ailing lies, That from his couch he may With thankful heart arise; Through prayers which all availing find Thine ear, O Lover of mankind. 113 Oh, blinded are our eyes, And all are held in night; But like the blind who cries, We cry to Thee for light; In penitence, O Christ, we pray, Give us the radiant light of day.
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Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace

Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace; Dwell in His courts, and gaze upon His face; Know naught of toil, of weariness, or woe: They rest who serve, not weary, as below. Rest in the Lord: the strife of war is past, Wear now the wreath of victory at last; E'en death is slain--the cross of Christ sufficed, Death is not death, to those who live in Christ. Rest in the Lord: the goal of life is won, To thee 'tis given to hear the glad "Well done"; Great their reward who, till their Lord appear, Serve in the vineyard of the Master, here. 117 Rest in the Lord: none can His honour claim, They honour have, who honour most His name; Thine this reward, who counted gain but loss, Nor felt it shame to glory in the cross. Rest in the Lord: swift comes the happy time When we who strive shall reach Thy fairer clime; Christ, give us welcome when the toil is past, And bring us to the bliss of heaven at last.
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Great love Divine, whose compass broad

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Great love Divine, whose compass broad Involves the utmost point from God; Wide as the sun its radiance sheds, Broad as the night its darkness spreads; Far as the heavens creation span Reaches the love of God for man. Great love Divine, far reaching, vast, To endless time from ages past; As far as stretches human need, Far as the sin of man can lead; No wandering soul outstrips its pace, Or gains the limit of its grace. 121 Great love Divine, profoundly deep, More mysteries than the waters keep Are held within its vast abyss, Unsounded, dark, and fathomless; It sinks to where the hopeless lie, To touch their deepest misery. Great love Divine, surpassing far In height yon glorious morning star; Brighter its sheen, more pure and fair, No stain of faithlessness is there; It beckons from the heavenly throne Whence from eternity it shone. Profoundest thought the mind can hold, Conned by the saints through ages old, Taught by the Christ whose mission showed Its greatness by the gift bestowed; Great love Divine!--immortal theme! In breadth, length, depth, and height supreme.
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Great Son of God, supremely brave

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Great Son of God, supremely brave, Who stooped to earth in fleshly guise, The erring souls of men to save, And bring them back to Paradise; Unceasing praise Thy love shall tell, Where men redeemed, and angels dwell. Great Son of God, supremely meek, The vileness of our shame to wear; In haunts of sin the lost to seek, The burden of their guilt to bear, And on a cross resign Thy breath, To save their souls from endless death. 123 Great Son of God, supremely good, The blessing of Thy life to give; Thy wounded flesh for needful food, That in Thy strength our souls may live, And in that strength unfaltering rise To lives of noblest sacrifice. Great Son of God, we own Thy claim-- Our souls are Thine, and not our own; Now on our foreheads stamp Thy name, That we may live for Thee alone, And in our lives such service show, As Thou didst render here below.
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How shall we climb the hill of God

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: How shall we climb the hill of God, And stand before His face-- We, who in heedless ways have trod, And scorned the thought of grace? Our hands with guilty deeds are stained, All that we touch is vile; The things we sought for, and have gained, With filthiness defile. And in our hearts, the home of love, No love of God resides; No thought that wings its flight above, Where purity abides. 125 But Thou wilt cleanse our filthiness, And with Thy Spirit's fire Consume the hateful sordidness, That taints our souls' desire. Then shall we climb the holy hill With those whose hands are clean; Such visions bright our minds shall fill As by the pure are seen. O God, our God, we worship low, For Thou hast brought us nigh; Grant us in holiness to grow, Till we abide on high.
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Far from Thy heavenly care

Meter: 6.6.8.4 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Far from Thy heavenly care, Lord, I have gone astray; And all the wealth Thou gav'st to me, Have cast away. Now from a broken heart, In penitence sincere, I lift my prayer to Thee, O Lord; In mercy hear; And in Thy blest abode Give me a servant's place, That I, a son, may learn to own A Father's grace.
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Light serene of holy glory

Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Light serene of holy glory From the Immortal Father poured, Holy Thou, O blessed Jesus, Holy, blessed, Christ the Lord. Now we see the sun descending, Now declines the evening light, And in hymns we praise the Father, Son and Spirit, God of Might. Worthy of unending praises, Christ the Son of God, art Thou; For Thy gift of life eternal, See the world adores Thee now.
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Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing

Meter: 11.10.11.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing, Lay it on Him who every burden bears; Let not thy soul in trouble sink despairing, He who hath sorrowed, every sorrow shares. Look for the morn when night is dark and weary, Morning shall come when hours of night are spent; Clouds hide the sun, and make the noontide dreary, Gladness shall cheer you when the clouds are rent. 136 Look for His smile who gilds the hills at morning; Surely it comes as comes the morning sun; Beauty shall grace thy life with bright adorning, Even as the sunlight, till thy day is done. Then, when the morn, that makes the hilltops golden Round the Jerusalem thy spirit gains, Breaks on thy view, shall come the gladness olden, Shared by the dwellers in those blest domains.
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When the morn with golden ray

Meter: 7.7.7.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: When the morn with golden ray, Ushers in the new-born day, Brighter be Thy beams, I pray, Jesu, Light of men. When the joys of earth are blest, When I deem its gifts the best, Lead me to the land of rest, Jesu, Light of men. When the clouds around my head Fill the soul with doubt and dread, Let Thy gracious light be shed, Jesu, Light of men. When the darkness veils the light, When the day is lost in night, Shine in beams of radiance bright, Jesu, Light of men. 138 When in night of grief I mourn, When with pain my heart is torn, Come in brightness, like the morn, Jesu, Light of men. When the vale of death I tread, Clouds of darkness round my head, On the path Thy brightness shed, Jesu, Light of men. When I dwell in light Divine, When the bliss of heaven is mine, Light of lights, all praise be Thine, Jesu, Light of men.
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Glorious from the field of strife

Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Glorious from the field of strife, Lo! the Victor mounts His throne; Lord of death and King of life, His the triumph, His alone-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. Wake to gladness, sons of men! Heaven, your gates eternal raise! Welcome to your bliss again Him, the worthiest of praise-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. 140 Ah, the rage of angry foes! Ah, the garments rolled in blood! Where were dealt the fiercest blows, There the valiant Victor stood-- Glorious on the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. Sin and death--the twain assailed, And the Christ expiring fell; But the Death o'er death prevailed, And the might of sin and hell; Victor from the field of strife, Hail! Immortal King of Life.

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