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Once the Lord, for our salvation

Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Once the Lord, for our salvation, Left the realm of endless bliss; And to serve, in lowly station, Came to such a world as this. Weary oft He toiled in weakness, Winning erring lives from wrong; Dwelling with the poor in meekness, Bidding fainting souls be strong; Bearing scorn and rude deriding, From the proud who passed Him by; Never the repentant chiding For their guilt and misery. 169 For His heart with love o'erflowing, Bound Him to our needy race; Day by day the gifts bestowing From the fulness of His grace. Once upon a cross uplifted, Did the Lord for sinners die, That there might to man be gifted, Life, to live eternally. Shall I then with such a Giver, Claim whate'er I have as mine? Nay, myself and mine, for ever, To His service I resign.

Close beside the heart that loves me

Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Close beside the heart that loves me Would I rest in sorrow's hour, With a Father's smile above me, And beneath--an arm of power. Weak and worthless, worn and weary, Welcome bids my faith be strong; Sorrow's hour is short, if dreary, Joy shall last through ages long. Dark the hour, but comes the morrow, Dawn shall waken by and by; Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow When the sun is in the sky. 171 Rest, my soul: that love unfailing Strengthens in the hour of woe-- For the pain thy life assailing Found Him when He dwelt below.

The chariots of the Lord are strong

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: The chariots of the Lord are strong, Their number passeth ken; Mount them and fight against the wrong, Ye who are valiant men. Where, unabashed, the power of sin Vaunts an unhindered sway, Ride, in the strength of God, and win Fresh laurels in the fray. For freedom wield the sword of might, And cut the bands that bind; Strike boldly in the cause of right, And still fresh laurels find. 175 Where hands are weak, and hearts are faint, Through conflict sharp and sore; Where hearts that murmur no complaint, Shrink at the thought of more: There let the power of God be shown, To quell satanic might; To rescue those who strive alone, Despondent in the fight. Ride on, the chariots of the Lord, Dispel the hosts of sin; Ye who are valiant, wield the sword, And still fresh laurels win.

When I heard the Saviour calling

Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: When I heard the Saviour calling Weary, burdened souls to rest-- "'Tis the voice of love that calleth, I will honour His behest;" And I found repose from sorrow, Leaning on my Saviour's breast. Weary souls, all upward toiling, Have ye sorrow for your care? Wherefore bend beneath the burden Which your Lord will gladly share? He can bear your weight of sorrow, Who the cross to Calvary bare. Seek not rest in worldly promise; Worldly rest hath troubled dreams; Not so true the world's fulfilment, As at first the promise seems. He who tastes the Living Water Thirsts not after other streams. 181 Hear the voice of Jesus calling, Take the burden He bestows, 'Tis a load, the more you bear it, Lighter and yet lighter grows; And at length the faithful bearer Finds an undisturbed repose.

I would not have a hand to guide

Meter: 8.3.8.8.3 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I would not have a hand to guide But Thine; For Thou hast trod where sinners stray, And knowest well life's troubled way, And mine. I would not have a will to rule But Thine; For Thou art wise as Thou art good, And none can better choose what should Be mine. Oh, I would tread the sorest path For Thee; For Thou canst make the roughest plain, Give joy for grief, and calm the pain For me.

O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice

Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice, No music sweeter to my ear; It tells my drooping heart to hope, For Thou art near. Speak when the tempest fiercely blows, Bid Thou its angry raging cease; For where Thy voice is heard, there reigns Eternal peace. Speak when the clouds in dusky folds Hide from mine eyes the noontide sun; For when Thy voice proclaims Thy will, Thy will is done. O Jesus, let Thy voice be heard In stilly eve and buoyant morn; And let the peace it brings, each day My life adorn.

Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide--

Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide-- The hour to meditation dear; And set the cares of life aside, For God is near. Oh, let a thankful spirit tell The wonders of His heavenly grace, The love that loves us, all too well, Who spurn His grace. Amid our daily life He bears Our cold despite and thankless scorn; As if He gave not rest at eve, And joy at morn. 185 Thou gav'st me, Lord, at early morn, A gift unsullied, for my care; Another day, I might adorn With graces rare. I dare not tell it to my God But oh, that gift's no longer bright; He gave it with the charm of morn, And now 'tis night. O God, 'tis well at eventide, The hour for meditation given, To know we're welcome at Thy side-- Foretaste of heaven. For oh, one precious day misspent, Is all too great a load to bear; But I will lay it at Thy feet, And leave it there.

We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread A table for Thy people here; Where we may taste the Living Bread, And feel Thy blessed presence near. Here, where Thy people meet, Thou art; We hear Thy voice in accents sweet; Thy blood is wine to fainting heart, Thy flesh to hungry spirits meat. Oh, help us, Lord, to feast with joy Upon the bounties of Thy grace; Here may no anxious thoughts annoy, Here may we see Thy loving face. 187 O Christ, who, in Thy love untold, Didst give Thyself to death for man, Here at Thy table, Lord, unfold The beauty of Redemption's plan. Oh, send Thy Spirit to our aid-- That Spirit promised long ago, When first the solemn feast was laid, Even in the valley of Thy woe. And let Him bring sweet comfort near, And when we see the thorn-decked brow, We may remember He who died Is crowned with life immortal now.

Hark the voice of angels

Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Hark the voice of angels. Listen to their praise; Christ the Lord of glory Is their song always; Never are they weary, Ever do they sing, For they dwell in Zion, And they love its King. Hark! they tell the glory Of the heavenly King; Glad their hearts to serve Him, Glad the praise they bring. Hark! the voice of children, In the heavenly throng; And they praise the Saviour, With a sweeter song; For He died to save them, In His matchless love, And rejoicing brought them To His home above. 189 Hark! they tell the wonders Of redeeming grace; Dwelling in the sunshine Of the Saviour's face. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go; Faint our youthful praises, Sweeter yet we'll sing, When we reach the palace Of the heavenly King. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go. Hail the smile of morning! Hills and valleys sing, Sunlight is adorning Every pleasant thing; 190 Not a note of sadness Mars the tuneful lay; Melody of gladness Greets the coming day. Lend your gleeful voices, Children, to the lay; Morn of life rejoices, As the morn of day. Love is like the morning, Smiling from the hills; All our life adorning, Banishing our ills; In the love that greets us, Every opening day, God our Father meets us, Smiling on our way. Let our hearts adoring, God of love adore; Aye His grace imploring That we love Him more.

Wake, awake to duty!

Meter: 6.5.6.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Wake, awake to duty! See, the morning light Falls with radiant beauty From the arms of night. Claim the hours before thee For the tasks of life, Thousand calls implore thee From the din of strife. Listless minds are dreaming, Idle hands are still; Evil hearts are scheming Purposes of ill. See the hands that beckon, Hear the call of right; Thou with God must reckon Up, and toil and fight! 2 Through the hours of morning, At the height of noon, When the light gives warning Night approaches soon: Do the task with gladness Which the hours present; Who can tell the sadness Of a day mis-spent? Day by day declineth, Time is getting hoar; Soon yon sun that shineth Sets for evermore. Ah, the City glorious, Where they need no sun, Ah, the band victorious, And the glad "Well done"!