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We Leave Thy House, but Leave Not Thee
Author: Thomas Tiplady, 1882-1967 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1. We leave Thy house, but leave not Thee,
For Thou wilt ever with us be;
For time nor space can us divide,
Or take us from our Shepherd’s side.
2. Thy flock we are: Thy house our fold
Where we together Thee behold;
Yet, when we scatter o’er life’s fields,
Thy presence sweet communion yields.
3. The Upper Room has not decayed,
Each stone has now a million made;
In every land disciples meet,
And see Thy wounded hands and feet.
4. Though lamps go out, and home we turn,
We feel our hearts within us burn;
And, day far spent, the very street
Rings, like Emmaus, with Thy feet. Used With Tune: CHARNWOOD
We Leave Thy House, but Leave Not Thee
O God, Our Maker, Throned on High
Author: King Alfred; Robert M. Moorsom; Martin F. Tupper Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1. O God, our maker, throned on high,
The earth is Thine, and Thine the sky,
Th’adoring sun obeys Thy will,
And countless stars Thy laws fulfill.
2. The lengthening light of summer day,
The winter frost, Thy power display,
Nature proclaims Thy sovereign skill;
Man, and man only, spurns Thy will.
3. The wicked sit on earth’s high seat,
And tread the holy ’neath their feet;
Good goes so crookedly astray,
Bright deeds lie hidden oft away.
4. Great God! Who seest from above,
Regard us with Thy pitying love,
Perplexed by doubts, with toil and strife,
We ask more light—we long for life. Used With Tune: CHARNWOOD Text Sources: Re-metered in Renderings of Church Hymns, 1901, page 68; translation in King Alfred's Poems, 1850, page 18
O God, Our Maker, Throned on High
Now Evening Comes
Author: Michael Perry Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Now evening comes to close the day Lyrics: 1 Now evening comes to close the day,
and soon the silent hours
shall banish all our fears away,
and sleep renew our pow'rs.
2 Into your hands, eternal Friend,
we give ourselves again,
and to your watchful care commend
all those in grief or pain.
3 In waking lift our thoughts above,
in sleeping guard us still,
that we may rise to know our love
and prove your perfect will.
4 To Father, Son, and Spirit - praise,
all mortal praise be giv'n,
till sleep at last shall end our days
and we shall wake in heav'n.
Topics: Morning and Evening; Comfort; Evening hymns; Grief and sorrow; Rest Scripture: Psalm 121 Used With Tune: CHARNWOOD
Now Evening Comes
