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Pechadur wyf, O Arglywydd! (See, Lord, a needy sinner)
Author: Morgan Rhys; W. Howells Hymnal: Cân a Mawl #141 (1918) Languages: English; Welsh Tune Title: KILMOREY
Pechadur wyf, O Arglywydd! (See, Lord, a needy sinner)
O God, in restless living
Author: Harry Emerson Fosdick, b. 1878 Hymnal: At Worship #306 (1951) Languages: English Tune Title: KILMOREY
O God, in restless living
O Lamb of God, still keep me
Author: James George Deck, 1802 - 1884 Hymnal: The Hymnary for use in Baptist churches #320b (1936) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: God The Lord Jesus Christ - His Living Presence, Sympathy, and Intercession; The Life in Christ Love and Gratitude; The Gospel Call Languages: English Tune Title: KILMOREY
O Lamb of God, still keep me
O Lamb of God, still keep me
Author: James George Deck, 1802-1884 Hymnal: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada #320b (1930) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: God The Lord Jesus Christ - His Living Presence, Sympathy, and Intercession; The Life in Christ Love and Gratitude; The Gospel Call Tune Title: KILMOREY
O Lamb of God, still keep me
Bowed low in supplication
Author: Bishop W. Walsham How Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #349 (1939) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: For the Parish Tune Title: KILMOREY
Bowed low in supplication
The Cross Of Calvary
Author: Herbert Kynaston Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10776 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: To Calvary ascending Lyrics: 1 To Calvary ascending,
With Jesus let us go,
Beneath the shadow bending
Of all His mighty woe:
The Chief of our salvation
Should we not follow nigh,
With all His tribulation,
In all His death to die?
2 The rearward’s faint wayfarer
Must stagger with his load,
Where still the Standard Bearer
Leads up the mountain road:
Wrung out from life’s affliction,
Death has no bitter cup
So sharp, but crucifixion
Has brimmed its sorrows up.
3 Does life’s last fever burning
Thy couch with anguish toss?
His racked limbs had no turning,
His deathbed was the cross:
Each vein of life-drops streaming,
From sole to crown divine,
Has, Death, for thy redeeming
A deeper pang than thine.
4 Art poor? in all thy toiling
See how the Master sped,
His robe, His vesture’s spoiling,
His naked, homeless head!
The fox his hole, the sparrow
Has where to lay her nest,
Those rood beams, hard and narrow,
Are all thy Savior’s rest.
5 Have evil tongued oppressors
Thy reputation torn?
Hark, numbered with transgressors
He bears the robbers’ scorn!
The sharpened nails assailing
Less need the opiate bowl
Than those fell tongues, impaling
Their iron in His soul.
6 Dost fear the pangs of dying,
When death has poised his dart?
See, all those arrows flying
Are gathered in His heart!
A moist wind, gently sighing,
Is now that furnace blast;
Death, in His bitter crying,
Thy bitterness is past. Languages: English Tune Title: KILMOREY
The Cross Of Calvary
