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Thou Who Breakest Every Chain

Author: Gottfried Arnold; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12493 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Thou, who breakest every chain Lyrics: 1 Thou, who breakest every chain, Thou, who still art ever near, Thou, with whom disgrace and pain Turn to joy and heaven e’en here; Look upon our bonds and see How doth all creation groan ’Neath the yoke of vanity; Make Thy full redemption known! 2 Still we wrestle, cry, and pray, Held in bitter bondage fast, Fain our souls would break away Into higher things at last; Still our spirit clings to Thee, Will not, dare not, let Thee go, Till Thy power has set us free From the bonds that cause our woe. 3 Ours the fault it is, we own: We are slaves to self and sloth; Yet, oh, leave us not alone In the living death we loathe! Crushed beneath our burden’s weight, Crying at Thy feet we fall, Show the path, though steep and strait, Thou didst open once for all! 4 By Thy dying we were bought, Ransomed from the world and sin; By the work that Thou hast wrought, Jesu, make us pure within. Courage! long the time may seem; Yet the day is coming fast; We shall be like them that dream When our freedom dawns at last! Languages: English Tune Title: DELIVERANCE

Thou, who breakest ev'ry chain

Author: G. Arnold Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #111 (1863) Lyrics: Thou, who breakest ev'ry chain, Thou who still art ever near, Thou with whom disgrace and pain Turn to joy and heav'n e'en here; Let Thy further judgments fall An the Adam strong within, Till Thy grace hath freed us all From the prison-house of sin. 'Tis Thy Father's will towards us Thou shouldst end Thy work at length; Hence in Thee are centred thus Perfect wisdom, love, and strength, That Thou none shouldst lose of those Whom He gave Thee, though they roam 'Wilder'd here amid their foes, Thou shouldst bring them safely home, Look upon our bonds, and see How doth all creation groan 'Neath the yoke of vanity, Make Thy full redemption known. Still we wrestle, cry, and pray, Held in bitter bondage fast, Though the soul would break away Into higher things at last. Lord, we do not ask for rest For the flesh, we only pray Thou wouldA do as seems Thee best, Ere yet comes our parting day; But our spirit clings to Thee, Will not, dare not, let Thee go, Until Thou have set her free From the bonds that cause her woe. Ours the fault it is, we own, We are slaves to self and sloth, Yet oh leave us not alone In the living death we loathe! Crush'd beneath our burden's weight, Crying at Thy feet we fall, Point the path, though steep and strait, Thou didst open once for all. Ah how dearly were we bought Not to serve the world or sin; By the work that Thou hast wrought Must Thou make us pure within, Wholly pure and free,--in us Be Thine image now restored: Fill'd from out Thy fulness thus Grace for grace on us is pour'd. Draw us to Thy cross, O Love, Crucify with Thee whate'er Cannot dwell with Thee above; Lead us to those regions fair! Courage! long the time may seem, Yet His day is coming fast; We shall be like them that dream When our freedom dawns at last. Languages: English