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Our Father! Thy dear Name doth show

Author: Charles H. Richards Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: Our Father! thy dear Name doth show The greatness of thy love; All are thy children here below As in thy heaven above. One family on earth are we Throughout its widest span: O help us everywhere to see The brotherhood of man. Alike we share thy tender care; We trust one heavenly Friend; Before one mercy-seat in prayer In confidence we bend; Alike we hear thy loving call; One heavenly vision scan, One Lord, one faith, one hope for all, The brotherhood of man. Bring in, we pray, the glorious day When battle cries are stilled; When bitter strife is swept away And hearts with love are filled. O help us banish pride and wrong, Which since the world began Have marred its peace; help us make strong The brotherhood of man. Close knit the warm fraternal tie That makes the whole world one; Our discords change to harmony Like angel-songs begun: 455 At last, upon that brighter shore Complete thy glorious plan, And heaven shall crown for evermore The brotherhood of man. Amen. Topics: Brotherhood and Service; Parochial Missions Used With Tune: BETHLEHEM

A few more years shall roll

Author: Horatius Bonar Appears in 382 hymnals Lyrics: A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb; Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 404 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 'Tis but a little while And he shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. Amen. Topics: Old and New Year; Parochial Missions Used With Tune: CHALVEY

Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Author: Philip Doddridge Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 826 hymnals Lyrics: Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes, The Savior promised long: Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held: The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyes oppressed with night To pour celestial day. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure: And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim: And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved Name. Amen. Topics: Advent; Missions Used With Tune: BRISTOL

We sing the praise of Him Who died

Author: Thomas Kelly Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 193 hymnals Lyrics: We sing the praise of him who died, Of him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride: For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, God is love: He bears our sins upon the tree: He brings us mercy from above. The cross, it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. Topics: Friday; Holy Week; Sunday Schools Passiontide; Sunday Schools Palm Sunday Used With Tune: BRESLAU

Crown Him with many crowns

Author: Matthew Bridges Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Appears in 803 hymnals Lyrics: Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own: Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. Crown Him the Son of God Before the worlds began, And ye, who tread where He hath trod, Crown him the Son of Man; Who every grief hath known That wrings the human breast, And takes and bears them for His own, That all in him may rest. Crown Him the Lord of Life, Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife For those He came to save; His glories now we sing Who died, and rose on high, Who died, eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die. Crown Him of lords the Lord, Who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, the Incarnate Word, For ransomed sinners slain, Now lives in realms of light, Where saints with angels sing Their songs before Him day and night, Their God, Redeemer, King. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, Enthroned in worlds above; Crown Him the King, to Whom is given The wondrous name of Love. Crown Him with many crowns, As thrones before him fall, Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, For he is King of all. Topics: The Ascension Day; Missions; Sunday Schools Ascension Used With Tune: DIADEMATA

Who are these like stars appearing

Author: Heinrich T. Schenk; Frances E. Cox Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Appears in 146 hymnals Lyrics: Who are these like stars appearing, These, before God's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing; Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia! hark, they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, These in God's own truth arrayed, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose luster ne'er shall fade, Ne'er be touched by time's rude hand? Whence comes all this glorious band? 272 These are they who have contended For their Savior's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng: These, who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained. These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified: Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. These, like priests, have watched and waited, Offering up to Christ their will, Soul and body consecrated, Day and night they serve him still. Now in God's most holy place, Blest they stand before his face. Topics: Holy Days All Saints Used With Tune: ALL SAINTS

Art thou weary, art thou languid

Author: John M. Neale Meter: 8.5.8.3 Appears in 643 hymnals Lyrics: Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? "Come to me," saith One, "and coming, Be at rest." Hath he marks to lead me to him, If he be my guide? "In his feet and hands are wound-prints, And his side." Is there diadem, as monarch, That his brow adorns? "Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns." If I find him, if I follow, What his guerdon here? "Many a sorrow, many a labor, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to him, What hath he at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past." If I ask him to receive me, Will he say me nay? "Not till earth, and not till heaven Pass away." Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is he sure to bless? Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins, Answer, "Yes." Topics: Visitation; Parochial Missions Used With Tune: STEPHANOS

Come, labour on

Author: Jane Borthwick Meter: 4.10.10.10.4 Appears in 71 hymnals Lyrics: Come, labour on. Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain, While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, "Go work today." Come, labour on. Claim the high calling angels cannot share-- To young and old the gospel gladness bear: Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. Come, labour on. The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. Come, labour on. Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. 453 Come, labour on. No time for rest, till glows the western sky, While the long shadows o'er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, "Servants, well done." Topics: Brotherhood and Service; Parochial Missions Used With Tune: ORA LABORA

Come, thou almighty King

Author: Anonymous Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Appears in 1,800 hymnals Lyrics: Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy Name to sing, Help us to praise! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days! Come, thou Incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend! Come, and thy people bless; Come, give thy word success; 'Stablish thy righteousness, Savior and Friend! Come, Holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour! Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power! To thee, great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence evermore; Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Amen. Topics: Trinity Sunday; Sunday Schools General Use Used With Tune: MOSCOW

O Worship the King, all glorious above!

Author: Robert Grant Meter: 10.10.11.11 Appears in 1,152 hymnals Lyrics: O Worship the King, all glorious above! O gratefully sing his power and his love! Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. O tell of his might! O sing of his grace! Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space. His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy power hath founded of old, Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! O measureless Might! ineffable Love! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall sing to thy praise. Amen. Topics: Sundays after Trinity Praise and Adoration Scripture: Psalm 104 Used With Tune: HANOVER