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O Lord, turn not thy face from me

Author: John Marckant, died in or before 1586 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #111 (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, turn not thy face from me, who lie in woeful state, lamenting all my sinful life before thy mercy-gate. 2 A gate which opens wide to those that do lament their sin; shut not that gate against me, Lord, but let me enter in. 3 And call me not to strict account how I have sojourned here; for then my guilty conscience knows how vile I shall appear. 4 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; this is my humble prayer; for mercy, Lord is all my suit: O let thy mercy spare. Topics: Hymns for the Church Year Lent Scripture: Psalm 143:2 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
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O God of truth, whose living word

Author: Thomas Hughes, 1822-1896 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #434a (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God of truth, whose living word upholds whate’er hath breath, look down on thy creation, Lord, enslaved by sin and death. 2 Set up thy standard, Lord, that we, who claim a heavenly birth, may march with thee to smite the lies that vex thy groaning earth. 3 Ah, would we join that blest array, and follow in the might of him, the Faithful and the True, in raiment clean and white? 4 We fight for truth? We fight for God? Poor slaves of lies and sin! He who would fight for thee on earth must first be true within. 5 Then, God of truth, for whom we long, thou who wilt hear our prayer, do thine own battle in our hearts, and slay the falsehood there. 6 Yea, come! Then, tried as in the fire, from every lie set free, thy perfect truth shall dwell in us, and we shall live in thee. Topics: General Hymns Christian Warfare Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
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After thy loving-kindness, Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P51a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 After thy loving-kindness, Lord, have mercy upon me: for thy compassions great, blot out all mine iniquity. 2 Me cleanse from sin, and throughly wash from mine iniquity; 3 for my transgressions I confess; my sin I ever see. 4 ’Gainst thee, thee only, have I sinned, in thy sight done this ill; that when thou speak’st thou may’st be just, and clear in judging still. 5 Behold, I in iniquity was formed the womb within; My mother also me conceived in guiltiness and sin. 6 Behold, thou in the inward parts with truth delighted art; and wisdom thou shalt make me know within the hidden part. 7 Do thou with hyssop sprinkle me, I shall be cleansed so; yea, wash thou me, and then I shall be whiter than the snow. 8 Of gladness and of joyfulness make me to hear the voice, that so these very bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. 9 All mine iniquities blot out, thy face hide from my sin. 10 Create a clean heart, Lord, renew a right spirit me within. 11 Cast me not from thy sight, nor take thy Holy Spirit away: 12 restore me thy salvation’s joy; with thy free Spirit me stay. 13 Then will I teach thy ways unto those that transgressors be; and those that sinners are shall then be turned unto thee. 14 O God, of my salvation God, from guilt of blood me free: then of thy righteousness my tongue shall sing, aloud to thee. 15 My closed lips, O Lord, by thee let them be opened; then shall thy praises by my mouth abroad be published. 16 Thou sacrifice desirest not, else would I give it thee; nor wilt thou with burnt-offering at all delighted be. 17 A broken spirit is to God a pleasing sacrifice: A broken and a contrite heart, Lord, thou wilt not despise. 18 In thy good pleasure do thou good to Zion, thine own hill: the walls of thy Jerusalem build up of thy good will. 19 Then righteous offerings shall thee please, and offerings burnt which they, with whole burnt-offerings, and with calves, shall on thine altar lay. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
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I said, I will look to my ways

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P39a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I said, I will look to my ways, lest with my tongue I sin: in sight of wicked men my mouth with bridle I’ll keep in. 2 With silence I as dumb became, I did myself restrain even from good; but then the more increased was my pain. 3 My heart within me waxed hot, and, while I mused long, a fire within me kindled was; then spake I with my tongue. 4 Mine end and measure of my days, O Lord, unto me show what is the same; that I thereby how frail I am may know. 5 Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad’st; mine age is nought with thee: sure each man in his best estate is wholly vanity. 6 Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: he heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain. 7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? My hope is fixed on thee. 8 Free me from all my trespasses, the fool’s scorn make not me. 9 Dumb was I, opening not my mouth, because this work is thine. 10 O, take thy stroke away from me; by thy hand's blow I pine. 11 When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, like moth thou dost his beauty waste: each man is vanity. 12 Regard my cry, Lord, at my tears and prayers not silent be: I sojourn as my fathers all, and stranger am with thee. 13 O spare thou me, that I my strength recover may again, before that hence I do depart, and here no more remain. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
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Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P90b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in generations all. 2 Before thou ever hadst brought forth the mountains great or small; ere ever thou hadst formed the earth, and all the world abroad; thou even from everlasting art to everlasting God. 3 Thou, Lord, unto destruction dost man that is mortal turn; and unto them thou sayest, Again, ye sons of men, return. 4 Because a thousand years appear no more before thy sight than yesterday when it is past, or than a watch by night. 5 As with an overflowing flood thou carriest them away: they like a sleep are, like the grass that grows at morn are they. 6 At morn it flourishes and grows, cut down at even doth fade. 7 For by thine anger we’re consumed, thy wrath makes us afraid. 8 Our sins thou and iniquities dost in thy presence place, and sett’st our secret faults before the brightness of thy face. 9 For in thine anger all our days do pass on to an end; and as a tale that hath been told, so we our years do spend. 10 Threescore and ten years do sum up our days and years, we see; or if, by reason of more strength, in some fourscore they be; yet doth the strength of such old men but grief and labour prove; for it is soon cut off, and we fly hence, and soon remove. 11 Who knows thine anger's power, and keeps thy fear before his eyes? 12 To count our days so teach thou us that our hearts may be wise. Scripture: Psalm 90:1-12 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY

Praise to the Holiest in the Height

Author: John H. Newman, 1801-1890 Hymnal: Hymnbook for Christian Worship #386 (1970) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Introits Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MARY
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How few receive with cordial faith

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R25a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How few receive with cordial faith the tidings which we bring? How few have seen the arm reveal'd of heav’n’s eternal King? 2 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp bespeaks his presence nigh; no earthly beauty shines in him to draw the carnal eye. 3 Fair as a beauteous tender flow’r amidst the desert grows, so slighted by a rebel race the heav’nly Saviour rose. 4 Rejected and despis'd of men, behold a man of woe! Grief was his close companion still through all his life below. 5 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours, ours were the woes he bore: pangs, not his own, his spotless soul with bitter anguish tore. 6 We held him as condemn'd by Heav’n, an outcast from his God, while for our sins he groan'd, he bled, beneath his Father’s rod. 7 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls from sin’s polluted stain; his stripes es have heal'd us, and his death reviv'd our souls again. 8 We all, like sheep, had gone astray in ruin’s fatal road: on him were our transgressions laid; he bore the mighty load. 9 Wrong'd and oppress'd how meekly he in patient silence stood! Mute, as the peaceful harmless lamb, when brought to shed its blood. 10 Who can his generation tell? from prison see him led! With impious show of law condemn'd, and number'd with the dead. 11 ’Midst sinners low in dust he lay; the rich a grave supply'd: unspotted was his blameless life; unstain'd by sin he dy'd. Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY

Lord, from the depths I cry to you

Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #22 (1977) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 130 Tune Title: ST MARY
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My God, my God, wherefore is it

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P22a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My God, my God, wherefore is it thou hast forsaken me? Why from my help so far, and from my cry of agony? 2 All day, my God to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; and in the season of the night I cannot silent be. 3 But thou art holy, thou that dost inhabit Israel's praise. 4 Our Fathers hoped in thee, they hoped, and thou didst them release. 5 When unto thee they sent their cry, to them deliverance came: because they put their trust in thee, they were not put to shame. 6 But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am prized; reproach of men I am, and by the people am despised. 7 All that me see laugh me to scorn; shoot out the lip do they; they nod and shake their heads at me, and, mocking, thus do say. 8 He trusted in the Lord, that he would free him by his might; let him deliver him, since he had in him such delight. 9 But thou art he out of the womb that didst me safely take, when I was on my mother's breasts, thou me to trust didst make. 10 And I was cast upon thy care, even from my birth till now; and from my mother's womb my God and my support art thou. 11 Be not far off, for trouble's near, and none to help is found. 12 Bulls many compass me, strong bulls or Bashan me surround. 13 Their mouths they opened wide on me, upon me gape did they, like to a lion ravening and roaring for his prey. 14 Like water I'm poured out, my bones all out of joint do part: amidst my bowels, as the saw, so melting is my heart. 15 My strength is like a potsherd dried; my tongue it cleaveth fast unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast. 16 For dogs have compassed me about the wicked, that did meet in their assembly, me enclosed; they pierced my hands and feet. 17 I all my bones may tell; they do upon my look and stare. 18 Upon my vesture lots they cast, my clothes among them share. 19 But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me. 20 From sword my soul, from power of dogs my darling, set thou free. 21 From the devouring lion's mouth my life do thou defend; to save from horns of unicorns thou dost me answer send. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-21 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY
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Behold the Saviour of mankind

Author: S. Wesley, Sr., 1662-1735 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #69 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how He groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; "Receive my soul," He cries! See where He bows His sacred head; He bows His head, and dies. 4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love, like Thine? Topics: Atonement Finished; Christ Lamb of God; Christ Crucified; Christ Heavenly Lamb; Christ Love of; Christ Ransom; Christ Substitute; The Godhead The Son; Crucifixion; Love Of Christ; Jesus (See also Christ) Crucified; Lamb Christ, the Heavenly ; Substitute, Christ our; Ransom; Redemption Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MARY

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