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Alas, my God! my sins are great

Author: J. Gross Hymnal: LHPN1913 #523 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Alas, my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. 2 And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. 3 Nay, Thee I seek;--I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. 4 If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher; Here spare me not; if heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. 5 But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer, For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. 6 Then deal with me as seems Thee best, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Savior share it. Topics: Various Occasions Day of Common Prayer; Various Occassions Day of Common Prayer; Confession of Sin Tune Title: [Alas, my God! my sins are great]

When in the hour of utmost need

Author: P. Eber Hymnal: LHPN1913 #524 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought No help nor counsel yet have brought; 2 Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery; 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, Repenting sore with bitter sighs, And seek Thy pardon for our sin, And respite from our griefs within. 4 For Thou hast promised, graciously To hear all those who cry to Thee, Through Him whose name alone is great, Our Savior and our advocate. 5 And thus we come, O God, today, And all our woes before Thee lay; For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand, Peril and foes on very hand. 6 Ah, hide not for our sins Thy face; Absolve us through Thy boundless grace; Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill. 7 That so with all our hearts may we Once more our glad thanksgiving pay, And walk obedient to Thy word, And now and ever praise Thee, Lord. Topics: Various Occasions Reformation Day; Various Occassions Day of Common Prayer; Afflcition; Cross and Comfort Tune Title: [When in the hour of utmost need]

We hail Thee, Lord, Thy Church's rock

Author: N. L. von Zinzendorf Hymnal: LHPN1913 #525 (1913) Lyrics: 1 We hail Thee, Lord, Thy Church's rock, With joyful acclamation! Thou guardian Shepherd of Thy flock, Come, feed Thy congregation. We own the doctrine of Thy cross To be our sole foundation: Accept from every one of us The deepest adoration. 2 O Thou, who always dost abide Thy Church's head and Savior, Be still Thy servants' constant guide, Direct our whole behavior. Thy statutes to Thy Church declare, Still watch o'er its salvation: Each member make Thy special care And aid him in his station. 3 Jesus, the Church's head and Lord, Who as a shepherd leadest, And with Thy sacrament and word Thy people richly feedest: For mercies in such countless throng We bow our hearts before Thee, And hope we shall in heaven ere long More worthily adore Thee. Topics: Various Occasions Reformation Day; Various Occassions Reformation Day; Church of Christ; Jesus Christ Our Shepherd Tune Title: [We hail Thee, Lord, Thy Church's rock]

Dear Christians, one and all, rejoice

Author: M. Luther Hymnal: LHPN1913 #526 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Dear Christians, one and all, rejoice, With exultation springing, And, with united heart and voice, And holy rapture singing, Proclaim the wonders God hath done, How His right arm the victory won; Right dearly it hath cost Him. 2 Fast bound in Satan’s chains I lay, Death brooded darkly o’er me, Sin was my torment night and day, In sin my mother bore me; Deeper and deeper still I fell, Life had become a living hell, So firmly sin possessed me. 3 My good works so imperfect were, They had no power to aid me; My will God's judgments could not bear, Yea, prone to evil made me; Grief drove me to despair, and I Had nothing left me but to die; To hell I fast was sinking. 4 Then God beheld my wretched state With deep commiseration; He thought upon His mercy great, And willed my soul’s salvation. He turned to me a Father's heart; Not small the cost! to heal my smart, He gave His best and dearest. 5 He spoke to His beloved Son: ’Tis time to have compassion: Then go, bright Jewel of my crown, And bring to man salvation; From sin and sorrow set him free, Slay bitter death for him, that he May live with Thee forever. 6 The Son obeyed Him cheerfully, And born of virgin mother, Came down upon the earth to me, That He might be my brother; His mighty power doth work unseen, He came in fashion poor and mean, And took the Devil captive. 7 He sweetly said, Hold fast by me, I am thy rock and castle; Thy ransom I myself will be, For thee I strive and wrestle; For I am with thee, I am thine, And evermore thou shalt be mine, The foe shall not divide us. 8 The Foe shall shed My precious blood, Me of my life bereaving; All this I suffer for thy good, Be steadfast and believing: Life shall from death the victory win, My innocence shall bear thy sin, So art thou blest forever. 9 Now to My Father I depart, From earth to heaven ascending, Thence heavenly wisdom to impart, The Holy Spirit sending: He shall in trouble comfort thee, Teach thee to know and follow me, And to the truth conduct thee. 10 What I have done and taught, teach thou, My ways forsake thou never; So shall my kingdom flourish now, And God be praised forever: Take heed lest men with base alloy The heavenly treasure should destroy; This counsel I bequeath thee. Topics: Various Occasions Reformation Day; Various Occassions Reformation Day; Salvation Tune Title: [Dear Christians, one and all, rejoice]

Had God not come, may Israel say

Author: M. Luther Hymnal: LHPN1913 #527 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Had God not come, may Israel say, Had God not come to aid us, Our enemies on that sad day Would surely have dismayed us; A remnant now, and handful small, Held in contempt and scorn by all, Who cruelly would oppress us. 2 Their furious wrath, did God permit, Would quickly have consumed us, And in the deep and yawning pit With life and limb entombed us; Like men o'er whom dark waters roll, The streams had gone e'en o'er our soul, And mightily o'erwhelmed us. 3 Thanks be to God, who from the pit Snatched us, when it was gaping: Our souls, like birds that break the net, To the blue sky escaping; The snare is broken--we are free! The Lord our Helper praiséd be, The God of earth and heaven. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Reformation Day Tune Title: [Had God not come, may Israel say]

To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: LHPN1913 #528 (1913) Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of adoration, To Thee bring sacrifice of praise With shouts of exultation: Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, The hills with joy are ringing, The valleys stand so thick with corn That even they are singing. 2 And now, on this our festal day, Thy bounteous hand confessing, Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay The first-fruits of Thy blessing: By Thee the souls of men are fed With gifts of grace supernal; Thou who dost give us earthly bread, Give us the bread eternal. 3 We bear the burden of the day, And often toil seems dreary; But labor ends with sunset ray, And rest is for the weary; May we, the angel-reaping o'er, Stand at the last accepted, Christ's golden sheaves for evermore, To garners bright elected. 4 O blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide for ever; Where golden fields spread far and broad, Where flows the crystal river: The strains of all its holy throng With ours to-day are blending; Thrice blessed is that harvest-song Which never hath an ending. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise]

For the beauty of the earth

Author: F. S. Pierpoint Hymnal: LHPN1913 #529 (1913) Lyrics: 1 For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies, For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies: Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. 2 For the wonder of each hour Of the day and of the night: Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun and moon and stars of light; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. 3 For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child; Friends on earth, and friends above, Pleasures pure and undefiled; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. 4 For Thy Church that evermore Lifts her holy hands above, Offering up on every shore Her pure sacrifice of love: Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day; Thanksgiving Tune Title: [For the beauty of the earth]

Sing to the Lord of harvest

Author: J. S. B. Monsell Hymnal: LHPN1913 #530 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joyful hearts and voices Your Hallelujahs raise: By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move. Sing to the Lord of harvest A song of happy love. 2 By Him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring; The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing. He filleth with His fullness All things with large increase, He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty and with peace. 3 Bring to His sacred altar The gifts His goodness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls He died to save: Your hearts lay down before Him, When at His feet we fall, And with your lives adore Him, Who gave His life for all. 4 To God, the gracious Father Who made us "very good:" To Christ, who, when we wandered, Restored us with His blood: And to the Holy Spirit, Who doth upon us pour His blessèd dews and sunshine, Be praise forevermore. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day Tune Title: [Sing to the Lord of harvest]

What our Father does is well

Author: B. Schmolk Hymnal: LHPN1913 #531 (1913) Lyrics: 1 What our Father does is well: Blessed truth! His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. 2 What our Father does is well: Shall the willful heart rebel, If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold? Is He not Himself to be All our store eternally? 3 What our Father does is well: Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His word supplies, He has called us sons of God; Can we murmur at His rod? 4 What our Father does is well: May the thought within us dwell; Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. 5 Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be, Now and through eternity. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day; Submission Tune Title: [What our Father does is well]

Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: H. Alford Hymnal: LHPN1913 #532 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home: All be safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin; God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown: First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offenses purge away; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come, To Thy final harvest home! Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There for ever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home! Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day Tune Title: [Come, ye thankful people, come]