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My all I to my God commend

Author: J. Leon Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #481 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 Lyrics: 1 My all I to my God commend, Who all doth to His purpose bend; My life resigning to His will; Mine to lie still, Or his designs alone fulfill. 2 This earth is but a vale of tears, Where grief on every side appears; Sad hours of conflict, toil, and woe Here ebb and flow, Till we are summoned hence to go. 3 Today with joy our hearts beat high; Tomorrow in the grave we lie: Though as the rose we bloom today, We soon decay, And sorrow everywhere hath sway. 4 Lord, may we meditate aright How soon we all must fade from sight, How swiftly from the earth we fly, All born to die, Rich, poor, wise, simple, low and high. 5 Few are our days and sad below, Our daily bread is toil and woe: But God in His good time will send A peaceful end: Death from a foe is made a friend. 6 And though our sins against us rise, To heaven we lift our trusting eyes; For God is merciful, and gave, Our souls to save, His Son belovéd to the grace. 7 This thought in every pain and grief Brings comfort, sweet and full relief, That we shall rise when Christ appears, No more in tears, As now, in these our pilgrim years. 8 O Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood, Thy precious wounds our refuge be: For rest we flee, O Lord, our only hope, to Thee. Topics: The Church Year Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity; Submission Tune Title: [My all I to my God commend]

Our Lord the path of suffering trod

Hymnal: Hymns Ancient and Modern, Revised #517 (1950) Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 Languages: English
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Our Lord the path of suffering trod

Hymnal: Hymns Ancient and Modern (Standard ed.) #757 (1924) Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 Languages: English
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Our Lord the Path of Suff'ring Trod

Author: Jean de Santeüil; Isaac Williams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5150 Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 Lyrics: 1. Our Lord the path of suff’ring trod And since His blood for man hath flowed, ’Tis meet that man should yield to God The life he owed. Alleluia, Alleluia. 2. No shame to own the Crucified— Nay, ’tis our immortality That we confess our God who died, And for Him die. Alleluia, Alleluia. 3. Filled with this thought, with patient smile All threats the martyr doth withstand, Fights, Lord, Thy cause, and leans the while Upon Thine hand. Alleluia, Alleluia. 4. Beholding his predestined crown, Into death’s arms he willing goes; Dying, he conquers death; o’erthrown, O’erthrows his foes. Alleluia, Alleluia. 5. Lord, make us Thine own soldiers true Grant us brave faith, a spirit pure That for Thy name, Thy cross in view, We may endure. Alleluia, Alleluia. 6. Eternal Father of the Word, Eternal Word, we Thee adore, Eternal Spirit, God and Lord, For evermore. Alleluia, Alleluia. Languages: English Tune Title: SALUS MORTALIUM
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My Cause Is God's

Author: Johann Pappus; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8968 Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 First Line: My cause is God’s, and I am still Lyrics: 1 My cause is God’s, and I am still, Let Him do with me as He will; Whether for me the fight is won, Or scarce begun, I ask no more—His will be done! 2 My sins are more than I can bear, Yet not for this will I despair, I know to death and to the grave The Father gave His dearest Son, that He might save. 3 In Him my Savior I abide, I know for all my sins He died, And ris’n again to work my good, The burning flood Hath quenched with His most precious blood. 4 To Him I live and die alone, Death cannot part Him from His own; Living or dying I am His Who only is Our comfort, and our gate of bliss. 5 This is my solace, day by day, When snares and death beset my way, I know that at the morn of doom From out the tomb With joy to meet Him I shall come. 6 Then I shall see God face to face, I doubt it not, through Jesus’ grace, Amid the joys prepared for me! Thanks be to Thee Who givest us the victory! 7 O Jesus Christ, Thou Son of God, Who once for me didst bear the rod, Ah, hide me in Thy wounded heart When I depart; My help, my hope, Thou only art! 8 Amen, dear God! now send us faith, And at the last a happy death; And grant us all ere long to be In Heav’n with Thee, To praise Thee there eternally. Languages: English Tune Title: SALUS MORTALIUM

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