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Dear Lord and Master Mine

Author: Thomas H. Gill Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 57 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Dear Lord and Master mine, Thy happy servant see; My Conqueror, with what joy divine Thy captive clings to Thee! 2. I love Thy yoke to wear, To feel Thy gracious bands; Sweetly restrained by Thy care And happy in Thy hands. 3. No bar would I remove, No bond would I unbind; Within the limits of Thy love Full liberty I find. 4. I would not walk alone, But still with Thee, my God; At every step my blindness own, And ask of Thee the road. 5. The weakness I enjoy That casts me on Thy breast; The conflicts that Thy strength employ Make me divinely blest. 6. Dear Lord and Master mine, Still keep Thy servant true; My Guardian and my Guide divine Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. 7. My Conqueror and my King, Still keep me in Thy train; And with Thee Thy glad captive bring When Thou return’st to reign. Used With Tune: FERGUSON

There's A Message From The Lord

Author: Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: There’s a message from the Lord Refrain First Line: He is calling you today, will you come? Lyrics: 1 There’s a message from the Lord, Will you come? Hear it sounding from His Word, Will you come? Whosoever on His name will believe, Life eternal shall from Him receive. Refrain: He is calling you today, will you come? To the only living way, will you come? Will you plunge beneath the flood Of His all-atoning blood? Will you be a child of God? Will you come? 2 He has tarried long for you, Will you come? See, His locks are wet with dew, Will you come? He alone your many sins can forgive, Will you look to Him by faith and live? [Refrain] 3 Will you heed the Savior’s call? Will you come? To the feast prepared for all, Will you come? You will find Him at the cross, waiting there, With the garment that your soul must wear. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [There's a message from the Lord] Text Sources: Harvest Bells, No. 2 by William E. Penn (Cincinnati: John Church, 1884)

Come, for the Feast Is Spread

Author: Henry Burton Meter: 10.10.12.10 Appears in 23 hymnals First Line: Come, for the feast is spread, hark to the call Lyrics: 1. Come, for the feast is spread, hark to the call; Come to the living Bread, offered to all. Come to His house of wine, low on His breast recline, All that He has is thine; come, sinner, come. 2. Come where the fountain flows, river of life; Healing for all thy woes, doubting, and strife. Millions have been supplied; no one was e’er denied; Come to the crimson tide; come, sinner, come. 3. Come to the throne of grace, boldly draw near; He who would win the race must tarry here. Whate’er thy want may be, here is the grace for thee, Jesus thine only plea; come, sinner, come. Used With Tune: SOMETHING FOR JESUS Text Sources: Sacred Songs and Solos, by Ira D. Sankey, 1878

Let The Master In

Author: Sylvanus Dryden Phelps Appears in 26 hymnals First Line: Once I heard a sound at my heart’s dark door Refrain First Line: Then open, open, open, let the Master in Lyrics: 1 Once I heard a sound at my heart’s dark door, And was roused from the slumber of sin; It was Jesus knocked, He had knocked before; Now I said, "Blessèd Master, come in." Refrain: Then open, open, open, let the Master in; For the heart will be bright with a heav’nly light When you let the Master in. 2 Then He spread a feast of redeeming love, And He made me His own happy guest; In my joy I thought that the saints above Could be hardly more favored or blest. [Refrain] 3 In the holy war with the foes of truth, He’s my shield, He my table prepares; He restores my soul, He renews my youth, And gives triumph in answer to prayers. [Refrain] 4 He will feast me still with His presence dear, And the love He so freely has giv’n, While His promise tells, as I serve Him here, Of the banquet of glory in Heav’n. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [Once I heard a sound at my heart’s dark door] Text Sources: Pure Gold by Robert Lowry and W. Howard Doane (New York: Biglow & Main, 1871)

As Above The Darkest Storm Cloud

Author: Daniel H. Howard Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 As above the darkest storm cloud Shines the sun, serenely bright Waiting to restore to nature All the glory of his light, So, behind each cloud of sorrow, So, in each affliction, stands, Hid, an angel, with a blessing From the Father in his hand. 2 As without the tempest, pouring O’er the earth the welcome rain, All were but a fruitless desert, Barren sand for ripening grain, So if ne’er a cloud of sadness Veiled the sunshine of the soul, If affliction’s waves were never Suffered o’er the heart to roll. 3 Love and faith might fail forever To bring forth their fruits of peace; Heaven’s good seed of truth would perish In a thorny wilderness. So, with cloud and storm and tempest Grows our earthly summer dim, That the rebel heart, our Father Thus may win to turn to Him. Used With Tune: SANCTUARY

How Long Must We Wait?

Author: S. M. Glasgow Appears in 10 hymnals First Line: Long have we sought eternal life Refrain First Line: How long? how long must we wait? Lyrics: 1. Long have we sought eternal life, Years have we waited in sin and strife; In darkness groped, sad misery’s mate, How long? how long must we wait? Refrain How long? how long must we wait? How long? how long must we wait? The lab’rers still are few; Our Lord has need of you, How long? how long must we wait? 2. You know the love of God manifold, Ages have bro’t you their grace untold; Peace and a hope, no fear of fate. How long? how long must we wait? [Refrain] 3. The agèd faint and long for the Friend, Dark shadows gathering bring the end; Fades now the light, ’tis growing late. How long? how long must we wait? [Refrain] Used With Tune: [Long have we sought eternal life]

Alas, My Aching Heart

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Alas, my aching heart! Lyrics: 1 Alas, my aching heart! Here the keen torment lies; It racks my waking hours with smart, And frights my slumbering eyes. 2 Guilt will be hid no more, My griefs take vent apace, The crimes that blot my conscience o’er Flush crimson in my face. 3 My sorrows like a flood Impatient of restraint Into Thy bosom, O my God, Pour out a long complaint. 4 This impious heart of mine Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to sin In presence of Thy sword. 5 As often have I stood A rebel to the skies, The calls, the tenders of a God, And mercy’s loudest cries. 6 He offers all His grace, And all His heaven to me; Offers! But ’tis to senseless brass That can nor feel nor see. 7 Jesus the Savior stands To court me from above, And looks and spreads His wounded hands, And shows the prints of love. 8 But I, a stupid fool, How long have I withstood The blessings purchased with His soul, And paid for all in blood? 9 The heav’nly Dove came down And tendered me His wings, To mount me upward to a crown And bright immortal things. 10 Lord, I’m ashamed to say That I refused Thy Dove, And sent Thy Spirit grieved away To His own realms of love. 11 Nor all Thine heav’nly charms, Nor Thy revenging hand Could force me to lay down my arms, And bow to Thy command. 12 Lord, ’tis against Thy face My sins like arrows rise, And yet, and yet, O matchless grace Thy thunder silent lies. 13 O shall I never feel The meltings of Thy love? Am I of such hell-hardened steel That mercy cannot move? 14 Now for one powerful glance Dear Savior, from Thy face! This rebel heart no more withstands, But sinks beneath Thy grace. 15 O’ercome by dying love I fall, And at Thy cross I lie; I throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and die. 16 Rise, says the Prince of mercy, rise; With joy and pity in His eyes: “Rise and behold My wounded veins; Here flows the blood to wash thy stains. 17 See, My great Father’s reconciled: He said, and lo, the Father smiled; The joyful cherubs clapped their wings, And sounded grace on all their strings. Used With Tune: BANGOR Text Sources: Horae Lyricae, 1706-09, Book 1

My Harp Untuned, And Laid Aside

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My harp untuned, and laid aside, To cheerful hours the harp belongs; My cruel foes, insulting cried, "Come, sing us one of Zion’s songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion’s king; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, whene’er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glowed; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Savior say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine" 5 Though for a time I hide My face, Rely upon My love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 Take down thy long neglected harp, I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair.” 7 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive, Come join with me, ye saints, and sing; Our foes in vain against us strive; For God will help and healing bring. Used With Tune: ST. CROSS Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2

Among His People God Is Known

Author: Anonymous Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Among His people God is known; Most glorious in His might and grace; He makes Jerusalem His throne, Her peaceful hills His dwelling place. 2. When God the righteous judge appeared To save the meek from wrong and shame, The earth stood still and greatly feared; Then forth from Heaven His sentence came. 3. The wrath of man shall praise the Lord, Restrained by His almighty will; Your vows to God the King record, Your covenant made with Him fulfill. 4. Let all to Him their presents bring, To Him whom all the world should fear; Ye kings and princes, own your King, With reverence and with awe draw near. Used With Tune: EASTON Text Sources: The Psalter (Pittsburgh: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912)

Spring

Author: Julia H. Johnston Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: The waking flow’rs, the singing birds Refrain First Line: Sing praises to the loving Lord Lyrics: 1 The waking flow’rs, the singing birds, Proclaim the joyous spring; The very air is full of praise, Let happy children sing. Refrain: Sing praises to the loving Lord, Who lives in light on high, For all the tokens of the spring, In earth, and air and sky. 2 The rippling laughter of the brook, The blossom-laden trees, The nodding blades of tender grass, Their great Creator please. [Refrain] 3 The sower scatters precious grain For reaping by and by; Life’s springtime is its sowing time, A sower, too, am I. [Refrain] Used With Tune: CYRUS Text Sources: Bible Study Songs, by Bertha F. Vella and Daniel. B. Towner (Boston: The Pilgrim Press, 1899)