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Lord, as to Thy Dear Cross We Flee

Author: John H. Gurney Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 243 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2. Help us through good report and ill Our daily cross to bear, Like Thee to do our Father’s will, Our brethren’s grief to share. 3. Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our being dwell, As free and true as Thine. 4. If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief’s dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, Father, Thy will be done. 5. Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. 6. Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim’s life And follow Thee to Heaven. Used With Tune: ST. ANNE Text Sources: The Lutterworth Collection, 1838

More Holiness Give Me

Author: Philip P. Bliss Appears in 155 hymnals First Line: More holiness give me, more strivings within Lyrics: 1. More holiness give me, more strivings within. More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin. More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care. More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer. 2. More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord. More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word. More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief. More meekness in trial, more praise for relief. 3. More purity give me, more strength to o’ercome, More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home. More fit for the kingdom, more useful I’d be, More blessèd and holy, more, Savior, like Thee. Used With Tune: [More holiness give me, more strivings within] Text Sources: Sunshine for Sunday Schools, 1873

Once More, My Soul, the Rising Day

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 459 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies. 2. Night unto night His name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the Heav’n on which He sits, To turn the seasons round. 3. ’Tis He supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak His praise; My sins would rouse His wrath to flame, And yet His wrath delays. 4. On a poor worm Thy power might tread, And I could ne’er withstand; Thy justice might have crushed me dead, But mercy held Thine hand. 5. A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, And yet Thou length’nest out my thread, And yet my moments run. 6. Dear God, let all my hours be Thine, Whilst I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasing night. Used With Tune: PETERBOROUGH (Harrison) Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II, 1709, number 6

The Praise of Sion Waits for Thee

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 80 hymnals Lyrics: 1. The praise of Sion waits for Thee, My God, and praise becomes Thy house; There shall Thy saints Thy glory see, And there perform their public vows. 2. O Thou whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to Thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea. 3. Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ shall never fail To wash my garments white again. 4. Blessed is the man whom Thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to Thee; Give him a place within Thy house, To taste Thy love divinely free. 5. Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress, When Sion’s God Himself arrays In terror and in righteousness. 6. With dreadful glory God fulfills What His afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give His churches rest. 7. Then shall the flocking nations run To Sion’s hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Savior’s name adored. Used With Tune: CHURCH TRIUMPHANT Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719

Weary Souls, That Wander Wide

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 119 hymnals First Line: Weary souls, who wander wide Lyrics: 1. Weary souls, who wander wide From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of His: Sink into the purple flood; Rise into the life of God. 2. Find in Christ the way of peace, Peace unspeakable, unknown; By His pain He gives you ease, Life by His expiring groan: Rise, exalted by His fall, Find in Christ your all in all. 3. O believe the record true, God to you His Son hath given; Ye may now be happy, too, Find on earth the life of Heaven: Live the life of Heaven above, All the life of glorious love. 4. This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed; God’s primeval promise this, God’s great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be, Blest to all eternity! Used With Tune: ROSEFIELD Text Sources: Hymns for Those That Seek and Those That Have Redemption, 1747

With Glorious Clouds Encompassed Round

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 76 hymnals Lyrics: 1. With glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me? 2. Will He forsake His throne above, Himself to men impart? Answer, Thou Man of grief and love, And speak it to my heart. 3. Didst Thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That I may now perceive Thee near, And my Redeemer know? 4. Come, then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace, Those wounds which all my sorrows heal, Which all my sins efface. 5. Then shall I see in His own light, Whom angels dimly see: And gaze, transported at the sight, To all eternity. Used With Tune: HOLY TRINITY Text Sources: Hymns for the Use of Families, 1767

How Lost Was My Condition

Author: John Newton Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 326 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! Next door to death He found me, And snatched me from the grave; To tell to all around me, His wondrous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases Is light, compared with sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within: ’Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness—all combined; And none but a believer, The least relief can find. 3 From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain; But this proved more distressing, And added to my pain: Some said that nothing ailed me, Some gave me up for lost; Thus every refuge failed me, And all my hopes were crossed. 4 At length this great physician, How matchless is His grace! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case; First gave me sight to view Him, For sin my eyes had sealed; Then bid me look unto Him; I looked, and I was healed. 5 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, From every danger frees us, And saves the soul from death: Come then to this physician, His help He’ll freely give; He makes no hard condition, ’Tis only—look, and live. Used With Tune: MUNICH

How Meanly Dwells Th' Immortal Mind

Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 9 hymnals First Line: How meanly dwells th’immortal mind! Lyrics: 1 How meanly dwells th’immortal mind! How vile these bodies are! Why was a clod of earth designed T’enclose a heavenly star? 2 Weak cottage, where our souls reside! This flesh a tottering wall; With frightful breaches, gaping wide, The building bends to fall. 3 All round it storms of trouble blow, And waves of sorrow roll; Cold waves and winter storms beat through, And pain the tenant-soul. 4 "Alas! how frail our state!" said I: And thus went mourning on, Till, sudden from the clearing sky, A gleam of glory shone. 5 My soul all felt the glory come, And breathed her native air; Then she remembered Heaven her home, And she a prisoner here. 6 Straight she began to change her key, And joyful in her pains, She sung the frailty of her clay In pleasurable strains. 7 “How weak the prison where I dwell! Flesh, but a tottering wall, The breaches cheerfully foretell, The house must shortly fall. 8 “No more, my friends, shall I complain, Though all my heart-strings ache; Welcome, disease, and every pain, That makes the cottage shake. 9 “Now let the tempest blow all round, Now swell the surges high, And beat this house of bondage down, To let the stranger fly. 10 “I have a mansion built above, By the eternal hand; And should the earth’s old basis move, My heav’nly house must stand. 11 "Yes, for ’tis there my Savior reigns, (I long to see the God) And His immortal strength sustains The courts that cost Him blood." 12 Hark, from on high my Savior calls; "I come, my Lord, my love." Devotion breaks the prison walls, And speeds my last remove. Used With Tune: CORONATION Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs

Eternity! Eternity!

Author: Anonymous; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 28 hymnals First Line: Eternity! Eternity Lyrics: 1. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! And yet to thee time hastes away, Like as the warhorse to the fray, Or swift as couriers homeward go, Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 2. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! For even as on a perfect sphere End nor beginning can appear, E’en so, Eternity, in thee Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 3. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A circle infinite art thou, Thy center an Eternal Now, Never, we name thy outer bound, For never end therein is found. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 4. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A little bird with fretting beak Might wear to naught the loftiest peak, Though but each thousand years it came, Yet thou wert then, as now, the same. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 5. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! As long as God is God, so long Endure the pains of sin and wrong, So long the joys of Heav’n remain; Oh lasting joy, Oh lasting pain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 6. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! O Man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell Upon the pains of sin and hell, And on the glories of the pure, That both beyond all time endure, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 7. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! How terrible art thou in woe, How fair where joys for ever glow! God’s goodness sheddeth gladness here, His justice there wakes bitter fear. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 8. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! They who lived poor and naked rest With God, for ever rich and blest, And love and praise the Highest Good, In perfect bliss and gladsome mood. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 9. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A moment lasts all joy below, Whereby man sinks to endless woe, A moment lasts all earthly pain, Whereby an endless joy we gain, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 10. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who ponders oft on thee, is wise, All fleshly lusts will he despise, The world finds place with him no more; The love of vain delights is o’er. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 11. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who marks thee well would say to God, Here judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod, Here let me all Thy justice bear, When time of grace is past, then spare! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 12. Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee, O Man, that oft thou think on me, The sinner’s punishment and pain, To them who love their God, rich gain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Used With Tune: KIRKEN DEN ER ET Text Sources: Translation: Lyra Germanica, first series, 1855, page 24

When in the Night I Meditate

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: 1. When in the night I meditate, On mercies multiplied, My grateful heart inspires my tongue To bless the Lord, my guide. 2. Forever in my thought the Lord Before my face shall stand, Secure, unmoved, I shall remain, With Him at my right hand. 3. My inmost being thrills with joy And gladness fills my breast; Because on Him my trust is stayed, My flesh in hope shall rest. 4. I know that I shall not be left Forgotten in the grave, And from corruption, Thou, O Lord, Thy Holy One wilt save. 5. The path of life Thou showest me; Of joy a boundless store Is ever found at Thy right hand, And pleasures evermore. Used With Tune: MAITLAND Text Sources: The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 28