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No change of time shall ever shock
Author: M. Kirke Appears in 148 hymnals Used With Tune: GEER
No change of time shall ever shock
HE LEADETH ME
Appears in 631 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: William Batchelder Bradbury Tune Sources: Golden Censer (New York: 1864) Tune Key: D Major Incipit: 53215 64465 33213 Used With Text: No Change of Time
HE LEADETH ME
INTERCESSION
Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 86 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: ? Tune Key: G Major Incipit: 13214 32127 17123 Used With Text: No change of time shall ever shock
INTERCESSION
No change of times shall ever shock
Hymnal: The Church and Home Hymnal #174b (1893) Languages: English Tune Title: [No change of times shall ever shock]
No change of times shall ever shock
No Change of Times shall ever shock
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 No Change of Times shall ever shock
2 My firm Affection, Lord, to Thee
For Thou hast always been my Rock,
A Fortress and Defence to me.
Thou my Deliv'rer art, my God;
My Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r;
Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad,
At home my Safeguard and my Tow'r.
3 To Thee I will address my Pray'r,
(To whom all Praise we justly owe;)
So shall I, by thy watchful Care,
Be guarded from my treach'rous Foe.
4, 5 By Floods of wickedd Men distress'd,
With deadly Sorrows compass'd round,
With dire infernal Pangs oppress'd,
In Death's unweildy Fetters bound.
6 To Heaven I made my mournful Pray'r,
To God address'd my humble Moan;
Who graciously inclin'd his Ear,
And heard me from his lofty Throne.
Part II
7 When God arose, to take my Part,
The conscious Earth did quake for Fear;
From their firm Posts the Hills did start,
Nor could his dreadful Fury bear.
8 Thick Clouds of Smoke dispers'd abroad,
Ensigns of Wrath, before Him came;
Devouring Fire around hi glow'd,
That Coals were kindled at its Flame.
9 He left the beauteous Realms of Light,
Whilst Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head:
Beneath his Feet substantial Night
Was, like a sable Carpet, spread.
10 The Chariot of the King of Kings,
Which active Troops of Angels drew,
On a strong Tempest's rapid Wings,
With most amazing Swiftness, flew.
11, 12 Black watry mists and Clouds conspir'd
With thickest Shades, his Face to veil;
But at His Brightness soon retir'd,
And fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail.
13 Thro' Heav'n's wide Arch a thund'ring Peal,
God's angry Voice, did loudly roar;
While Earth's sad Face with Heaps of Hail,
And Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o'er.
14 His sharpen'd Arrows round He threw,
Which made his scatter'd Foes retreat;
Like Darts his nimble Light'nings flew,
And quickly finish'd their Defeat.
15 The Deep it's secret Stores disclos'd,
The World's Foundations naked lay;
By his avenging Wrath expos'd,
Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful Day.
Part III
16 The Lord did on my Side engage;
From Heav'n, his Throne, my Cause upheld;
And snatch'd me from the furious Rage
Of threat'ning Waves, that proudly swell'd.
17 God His resistless Pow'r employ'd
My strongest Foes Attempts to break;
Who else with Ease had soon destroy'd
The weak Defence that I could make.
18 Their subtle Rage had near prevail'd,
When I distress'd and friendless lay;
But still when other Succours fail'd,
God was my firm Support and Stay.
19 From Dangers that enclos'd me round,
He brought me forth, and set me free;
From some just cause his Goodness found,
That mov'd Him to delight in me.
20 Because in me no Guilt remains,
God does His gracious Help extend:
My Hands are free from bloody Stains;
Therefore the Lord is still my Friend.
21, 22 For I his Judgments kept in Sight,
In his just Paths have always trod;
I never did his Statutes slight,
Nor loosely wander'd from my God.
Part IV
25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous Ways
To various Paths of human Kind;
They who for Mercy merit Praise,
With Thee shall wond'rous Mercy find.
Thou to the Just shalt Justice show;
The Pure thy Purity shall see;
Such as perversly choose to go,
Shall meet with due Returns from Thee.
27, 28 That He the humble Soul will save,
And crush the Haughty's boasted Might,
In me the Lord an Instance gave,
Whose Darkness He has turn'd to Light.
29 On his firm Succour I rely'd,
And did o'er num'rous Foes prevail;
Nor fear'd, whilst He was on my Side,
The best defended Walls to scale.
30 For God's Designs shall still succeed;
His Word will bear the utmost Test:
He's a strong Shield to all that need,
And on his sure Protection rest.
31 Who then deserves to be ador'd,
But God, on whom my Hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless Pow'r defend?
Part V.
32, 33 'Tis God that girds my Armour on,
And all my just Designs fulfils;
Through Him, my Feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest Hills.
34 Lessons of War from Him I take,
And manly Weapons learn to wield;
Strong Bows of Steel with Ease I break,
Forc'd by my stronger Arms to yield.
35 The Buckler of His saving Health
Protects me from insulting Foes:
His Hand sustains me still; my Wealth
And Greatness from His Bounty flows.
36 My Goings He enlarg'd abroad,
Till then to narrow Paths confin'd;
And, when in slipp'ry Ways I trod,
The Method of my Steps design'd.
37 Through Him I num'rous Hosts defeat,
And flying Squadrons captive take;
Nor from my fierce Pursuit retreat,
Till I a final Conquest make.
38 Cover'd with Wounds, in vain they try
Their vanquish'd Heads again to rear:
Spite of their boasted Strength, they lie
Beneath my Feet, and grovel there.
39 God, when fresh Armies take the Field,
Recruits my Strength, my Courage warms:
He makes my strong Opposers yield,
Subdu'd by my prevailing Arms.
40 Thro' Him, the Necks of prostrate Foes
My conqu'ring Feet in Triumph press:
Aided by Him, I root out those,
Who hate and envy my Success.
41 With loud Complaints all Friends they try'd;
But none was able to defend:
At length to God for Help they cry'd;
But God would no Assistance lend.
42 Like flying Dust, which Winds pursue,
Their broken Troops I scatter'd round:
Their slaughter'd Bodies forth I threw,
Like loathsome Dirt, that clogs the Ground.
Part VI
43 Our factious Tribes, at Strife till now,
By God's Appointment, me obey;
The Heathen to my Sceptre bow,
And foreign Nations own my Sway.
44 Remotest Realms their Homage send,
When my successful name they hear;
Strangers for my Commands attend,
Charm'd with Respect, or aw'd by Fear.
45 All to my Summons tamely yield,
Or soon in Battle are dismay'd;
For stronger Holds they quit the Field,
And still in strongest Holds afraid.
46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
The Rock on whose Defence I rest!
O'er highest Heav'ns his Name be rais'd,
Who me with His Salvation bless'd!
47 'Tis God that still supports my Right;
His just Revenge my Foes pursues;
'Tis He, that, with resistless Might,
Fierce Nations to my Yoke subdues.
48 My universal Safeguard He!
From whom my lasting Honours flow;
He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody Foe.
49 Therefore, to celebrate his Fame,
My grateful Voice to Heav'n I'll raise;
And Nations, Strangers to his Name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his Praise:
50 "God to his King Deliv'rance sends,
"Shews his Anointed signal Grace:
"His Mercy evermore extends
"To David, and his promis'd Race." Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English
No Change of Times shall ever shock
No change of times shall ever shock
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #18 (1789) Lyrics: 1 No change of times shall ever shock,
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
2 Thou my deliv'rer art, O God;
My trust is in thy mighty pow'r;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tow'r.
3 To thee I will address my pray'r,
(To whom all praise we justly owe;)
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Be guarded from my treach'rous foe.
4 By floods of wicked men distress'd,
With deadly sorrows compass'd round,
With dire infernal pangs oppress'd,
In death's unwieldy fetters bound:
5 To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r,
To God address'd my humble moan;
Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
Part II.
6 When God arose my part to take,
The conscious earth was struck with fear;
The hills did at his presence shake,
Nor could his dreadful fury bear.
7 Thick clouds of smoke dispers'd abroad,
Ensigns of wrath, before him came;
Devouring fire around him glow'd,
That coals were kindled at its flame.
8 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heav'n bow'd down its awful head:
Beneath his feet substantial night
Was, like a sable carpet, spread.
9 The chariot of the king of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew,
On a strong tempest's rapid wings,
With most amazing swiftness flew.
10 Black wat'ry mists and clouds conspir'd
With thickest shades his face to veil;
But at his brightness soon retir'd,
And fell in show'rs of fire and hail.
11 Thro' heav'n's wide arch a thund'ring peal,
God's angry voice, did loudly roar;
While earth's sad face with heaps of hail,
And flakes of fire was cover'd o'er.
12 His sharpen'd arrows round he threw,
Which made his scatter'd foes retreat;
Like darts his nimble light'nings flew,
And quickly finish'd their defeat.
13 The deep it's secret stores disclos'd,
The world's foundations naked lay;
By his avenging wrath expos'd,
Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful day.
Part III.
14 The Lord did on my side engage;
From heav'n, his throne, my cause upheld,
And snatch'd me from the furious rage
Of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell'd.
15 God his resistless pow'r employ'd
My strongest foes attempts to break;
Who else, with ease, had soon destroy'd
The weak defence that I could make.
16 Their subtile rage had near prevail'd,
When I distress'd and friendless lay;
But still. when other succours fail'd,
God was my firm support and stay.
17 From dangers that inclos'd me round,
He brought me forth, and set me free;
From some just cause his goodness found,
That mov'd him to delight in me.
Part IV
18 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
The humble, meek, and merciful,
With thee shall wond'rous mercy find.
19 Thou to the just shalt justice show;
The pure thy purity shall see;
Such as perversely choose to go,
Shall meet with due returns from thee.
20 That he the humble soul will save,
And crush the haughty's boasted might,
In me the Lord an instance gave,
Whose darkness he has turn'd to light.
21 On his firm succour I rely'd,
And did o'er num'rous foes prevail;
Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale.
22 For God's designs shall still succeed;
His word will bear the utmost test:
He's a strong shield to all that need,
And on his sure protection rest.
23 Who then deserves to be ador'd,
But God, on whom my Hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless pow'r defend?
Part V.
24 'Tis God that girds my armour on,
And all my just designs fulfils;
Through him my feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest hills.
25 Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield;
Strong bows of steel with ease I break,
Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield.
26 The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes:
His hand sustains me still; my wealth
And greatness from his bounty flows.
27 My goings he enlarg'd abroad,
Till then to narrow paths confin'd;
And when in slipp'ry ways I trod,
The method of my steps design'd.
28 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat,
And flying squadrons captive take;
Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,
Till I a final conquest make.
29 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try
Their vanquish'd heads again to rear;
Spite of their boasted strength, they lie
Beneath my feet, and grovel there.
30 God, when fresh armies take the field,
Recruits my strength, my courage warms;
He makes my strong ppposers yield,
Subdu'd by my prevailing arms;
31 Through him, the necks of prostrate foes
My conqu'ring feet in triumph press;
Aided by him, I root out those,
Who hate and envy my success.
32 With loud complaints all friends they try'd,
But none was able to defend;
At length to God for help they cry'd;
But God would no assistance lend.
33 Like flying dust, which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter'd round;
Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw,
Like loathsome dirt, that clogs the ground.
Part VI
34 The people oft at strife till now,
By God's appointment me obey;
The heathen to my sceptre bow,
And unknown nations own my sway.
35 Remotest realms their homage send,
When my successful name they hear;
Strangers for my commands attend,
Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear.
36 All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay'd;
For stronger holds they quit the field,
And still in strongest holds afraid.
37 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
The rock on whose defence I rest!
O'er highest heav'ns his name be rais'd,
Who me with his salvation blest!
38 'Tis God that still supports my right;
His just revenge my foes pursues;
'Tis he that, with resistless might,
Fierce nations to my yoke subdues.
39 My universal safeguard he!
From whom my lasting honours flow,
He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody foe.
40 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
My grateful voice to heav'n I'll raise;
And nations, strangers to his name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise.
41 "God to his king deliv'rance sends,
"Shews his anointed signal grace;
"His mercy evermore extends
"To David, and his promis'd race."
Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English
No change of times shall ever shock
Nahum Tate
1652 - 1715 Author of "No Change of Time" in The Cyber Hymnal Nahum Tate was born in Dublin and graduated from Trinity College, Dublin, B.A. 1672. He lacked great talent but wrote much for the stage, adapting other men's work, really successful only in a version of King Lear. Although he collaborated with Dryden on several occasions, he was never fully in step with the intellectual life of his times, and spent most of his life in a futile pursuit of popular favor. Nonetheless, he was appointed poet laureate in 1692 and royal historiographer in 1702. He is now known only for the New Version of the Psalms of David, 1696, which he produced in collaboration with Nicholas Brady. Poverty stricken throughout much of his life, he died in the Mint at Southwark, where he had taken refuge from his creditors, on August 12, 1715.
--The Hymnal 1940 Companion
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Person Name: ? Composer of "INTERCESSION" in The Church Hymnal In some hymnals, the editors noted that a hymn's author is unknown to them, and so this artificial "person" entry is used to reflect that fact. Obviously, the hymns attributed to "Author Unknown" "Unknown" or "Anonymous" could have been written by many people over a span of many centuries.
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William B. Bradbury
1816 - 1868 Person Name: William Batchelder Bradbury Composer of "HE LEADETH ME" in The Cyber Hymnal William Bachelder Bradbury USA 1816-1868. Born at York, ME, he was raised on his father's farm, with rainy days spent in a shoe-shop, the custom in those days. He loved music and spent spare hours practicing any music he could find. In 1830 the family moved to Boston, where he first saw and heard an organ and piano, and other instruments. He became an organist at 15. He attended Dr. Lowell Mason's singing classes, and later sang in the Bowdoin Street church choir. Dr. Mason became a good friend. He made $100/yr playing the organ, and was still in Dr. Mason's choir. Dr. Mason gave him a chance to teach singing in Machias, ME, which he accepted. He returned to Boston the following year to marry Adra Esther Fessenden in 1838, then relocated to Saint John, New Brunswick. Where his efforts were not much appreciated, so he returned to Boston. He was offered charge of music and organ at the First Baptist Church of Brooklyn. That led to similar work at the Baptist Tabernacle, New York City, where he also started a singing class. That started singing schools in various parts of the city, and eventually resulted in music festivals, held at the Broadway Tabernacle, a prominent city event. He conducted a 1000 children choir there, which resulted in music being taught as regular study in public schools of the city. He began writing music and publishing it. In 1847 he went with his wife to Europe to study with some of the music masters in London and also Germany. He attended Mendelssohn funeral while there. He went to Switzerland before returning to the states, and upon returning, commenced teaching, conducting conventions, composing, and editing music books. In 1851, with his brother, Edward, he began manufacturring Bradbury pianos, which became popular. Also, he had a small office in one of his warehouses in New York and often went there to spend time in private devotions. As a professor, he edited 59 books of sacred and secular music, much of which he wrote. He attended the Presbyterian church in Bloomfield, NJ, for many years later in life. He contracted tuberculosis the last two years of his life.
John Perry
William B. Bradbury
