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O Thou! Who Hast A Temple Shrine

Author: John R. Macduff Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8049 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Thou! Who hast a temple shrine In every lowly, contrite soul, Spirit of God! These lips of mine Touch with a living altar-coal. 2 No costly rites I need prepare, No rich oblations need I bring; The humble heart, the fervent prayer, Are Thine accepted offering. 3 Guide to all truth, vouchsafe Thine aid, Control my thoughts, direct my way; May holy fear of Thee pervade The varied duties of each day. 4 Ere I begin life’s common task, Hushed be its feverish cares a while, That calm reposing may I bask, Eternal One! beneath Thy smile. 5 Giver and source of peace divine, Thy will submissive would I wait; Each pulse of heavenly life is Thine, Descend, Thou promised Paraclete! 6 Not as of old, in awful power, With rushing wind and lambent fire, But gently, like the falling shower, Great Spirit, come! my soul inspire! Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

O Father, Take The New-Built Shrine

Author: Edward Everett Hale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8279 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Father, take the new-built shrine; The house our hands have reared is Thine; Greet us with welcome when we come, And make our Father’s house our home. 2 Blest with Thy Spirit while we stay, May we Thy Spirit bear away, That every heart a shrine may be, And every home a home for Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Blush, Atheists, Blush

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9491 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Blush, atheists, blush, your airy schemes Lyrics: 1 Blush, atheists, blush, your airy schemes, Your chance, and atoms, are but dreams: Science in vain you proudly boast, In error’s endless mazes lost. 2 Nature survey, the mighty whole From north to southern distant pole: Heav’n, earth and seas, and worlds of light For ages hid from human sight. 3 Say then, could chance this fabric rear So great, so good, so wondrous fair? Could chance the heav’nly bodies move, And in strict order bid them rove? 4 Does chance the various seasons rule, The blooming spring, the autumn cool? Bid summer’s heat enrich the year And winter pinch with frosts severe? 5 Sways chance the empire of the main? Can chance its proudest waves restrain? Command the senseless tides to flow? Of teach the ebb its hour to know? 6 What is all nature but design? Her works, but skill and power divine? The God we see in every form, From the archangel to the worm. 7 The wondrous scale of beings view, Their nice gradations close pursue; Deny then, skeptic, if you can A proper place assigned for man. 8 Man, know thyself, thy rank well know, And pay the mighty debt you owe; The God adore, who did inspire Your frame with an immortal fire. 9 Man, view thy soul, nor let it be A slave when God would have it free; Nor be it said that brutes obey, Whilst man rejects his maker’s sway. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Behold How Sinners Disagree

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9496 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Behold how sinners disagree, The publican and Pharisee! One doth his righteousness proclaim, The other owns his guilt and shame. 2 This man at humble distance stands, And cries for grace with lifted hands; That boldly rises near the throne, And talks of duties he has done. 3 The Lord their different language knows, And different answers He bestows; The humble soul with grace He crowns, Whilst on the proud His anger frowns. 4 Dear Father! let me never be Joined with the boasting Pharisee; I have no merits of my own, But plead the sufferings of Thy Son. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Behold The Glorious Dawning Bright

Author: Abigail B. Hyde Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9498 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Behold the glorious dawning bright Of the millennial morn arise! The prelude of the promised light Now gladdens the expecting skies. 2 And shall not those awake, who claim Their hearts and hopes on high to place? Who bear the Savior’s sacred name, While He displays His boundless grace! 3 Lo, Jesus comes! His people know The goings of their glorious king— He rends the Heav’ns, the mountains flow, And His redeemed His triumph sing. 4 How sweet His peaceful reign shall be! His sway shall all the nations own; All tongues shall bless Him—every knee Shall bow submissive to His throne. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

The Spirit Moved Upon The Waves

Author: Fergus Ferguson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12275 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The Spirit moved upon the waves That darkly rolled, a shoreless sea; He spake the word, and light broke forth, A glorious, bright immensity. 2 At His command, the mountains heaved Their rocky pinnacles on high, Island and continent displayed Their desert grandeur to the sky. 3 The voice of God was heard again, And lovely flowers and graceful trees Appeared on every vale and plain, And perfumes floated on the breeze. 4 The word went forth, and vast and high The heavenly orbs gave out their light, O’er all the earth and sea and sky, The rulers of the day and night. 5 "Glory to God!" the angels sang, With harps of gold, and tongues of flame: And all the heavenly arches rang Re-echoing with the awful theme. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Det Kimer Nu Til Jule-Fest

Author: Nikolai F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13445 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Det kimer nu til Jule-Fest, Det kimer for den høie Giæst, Som steeg til lave Hytter ned, Med Nyaars-Gaver: Fryd og Fred! O, kommer med til Davids Bye, Hvor Engle sjunge under Skye! O, ganger med paa Marken ud, Hvor Hyrder høre Nyt fra Gud! 2 See hist, i Lysets Klædebon Blandt Hytte-Børn en Himmel-Aand! Hør Paradisets Nattergal Slaae Jubel-Slag i Graadens Dal! Hvor Rachel græd for sine Smaae, Det klinger nu som Orgler gaae: Vær glad i Gud, og græd ei saa! De Døde skal igjen opstaae. 3 Hvor David gik i Ungdoms Aar, Som salvet Drot, og vogted Faar, Der aabenbarer Hyrder nu Hvad Herren David skiød i Hu! Hvad dunkelt fra hans Harpe klang Sig klarer nu i Engle-Sang. Hvad David kun i Aanden saae, Skal nu for Verdens Øjne staae. 4 Ved Nattetid i Hyrdelag Forkynde Engle Herrens Dag! Hør efter! hør! og føl i Bryst Nu Støvet skal faae Engle-Røst! Fra Himlen høit jeg kommer her, Mit Nyt er godt og Reisen værd, Derom skal sjunges rundt paa Jord, Og evig sødt i Engle-Chor: 5 Jeg er den store Glædes Tolk Som vederfares skal Guds Folk: I Bethlehem, i Davids Bye Giør Naade-Solen Morgengrye! I Bethlehem er Christus fød, Den Frelser-Mand fra Synd og Død; Nu kom den store Løvsals-Fest, Nu blev Jehovah Hyttens Giæst! 6 Saa giver nu vel Agt derpaa At flux til Bethlehem I gaae! I Klude svøbt, i Krybbe lagt Er Han som skabde Himlens Pragt! I Klude svøbt, i Krybbe lagt, Er han, som os gav Lys til Dragt! O, ton fra Himmel, ton fra Jord Halleluja i fulde Chor! 7 Ja, Du er evig Ære værd, Du Høvding over Himlens Hær! Som steeg i Støv fra Thronen ned, For Dødens Børn at skiænke Fred! Saa prises af Ufaldnes Chor Guds Naade mod den faldne Jord! Den Synder, som vil tie her, Er Naaden ei, men Dommen værd. 8 Nei, lad os gaae med rørte Sind, Som Hyrderne, til Barnet ind, Med Glædes-Taarer takke Gud For Miskundhed og Naade-Bud! Ja, vær velkommen, ædle Giæst, Fra Himlen høit Du kommen est! Giv Selv min Tak en værdig Tolk! Du Naade-Soel for Gravens Folk! 9 O, Riigmands Søn af Evighed, Hvor komst Du fattig dog herned, For mig utroe, gjeldbundne Svend At giøre kongeriig igjen! Al Verden, nok saa vid og lang, Til Vugge var jo Dig for trang, For ringe, om med Guld tilredt, Og perlestukket, silkebredt. 10 Men for af Smaat at giøre Stort, Af Stort Du her har Lidet gjort, I Krybben lagt, i Klude svøbt, En Himmel-Seng Du mig har kiøbt! Velan, min Sjæl! saa vær nu glad, Og hold din Juul i Davids Stad! Ja, priis din Gud i allen Stund Med liflig Sang af Hjertens Grund! 11 Ja, fryd dig, Mark! siung høit, du Skov! I Muldet gaaer nu Herrens Plov, Og Selv Han lægger Sæd i Jord Til Himmel-Brød paa Alter-Bord! O, sjung dog hver, som stamme kan! Nu tændtes Lys i Skyggers Land, Og ret som Midnats-Hanen goel, Blev Jakobs Stjerne til en Soel! 12 Nu kom Han, Patriarchers Haab, Med Nyaars-Vers og Himmel-Daab! Og Barnet tyder nu i Vang Hvad David dunkelt saae og sang! Kom, Jesus! vær vor Hytte-Giæst! Hold Selv i os Din Jule-Fest! Da skal med Davids-Harpens Klang Dig takke højt vor Nyaars-Sang! Languages: Danish Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Awake, Jerusalem, Awake

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14670 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake, Jerusalem, awake, Thou that hast drunk the trembling cup, The slumber from thy spirit shake, Beneath thy mighty woes stand up. 2 Thou that hast drunk the deadly wine Of pain, astonishment, and fear, The last sad dregs of wrath divine; Awake, and see thy Savior near. 3 Of all her sons whom she brought forth, Of all her sons whom Sion bred, Not one can help her by his worth, Not one can his weak mother lead. 4 Not one attempts with pious care To guide her in the paths of peace: Ah! who shall Sion’s burdens bear? Ah! who shall bid thy sufferings cease? 5 Famine and sword have laid thee waste; Sin, the destroying angel’s sword Throughout thy desolate land has passed, Joined with a famine of the word. 6 By whom shall I thy sorrows cheer? As a wild bull thy sons lie bound, And struggling in the hunter’s snare, Are bellowing thro’ their spirit’s wound. 7 Fainting in all the streets they lie, O’erwhelmed beneath their guilty load, Rebuked by Him they dared defy, Full of the fury of thy God. 8 Wherefore to thee the Lord hath said, (Oppressed and drunk with wrath divine) The Lord thy God, who deigns to plead His people’s desperate cause, and thine; 9 “Lo! I thy soul have freely loved, I have displayed My mercy’s power, The cup out of thy hands removed, And thou shalt never taste it more. 10 “Mine indignation’s dreadful cup The portion of thy foes shall be, Thy, they shall all the dregs drink up: The cup of blessing is for thee. 11 “Thee, Sion, thee: so long compelled To stoop at the oppressor’s frown, Enslaved by man, and forced to yield, When sin, or Satan, cried ‘Bow down.’ 12 “Poor vassal! to rebel afraid, Thy baseness bowed to every lust, As clay thou hast thy body laid, And mixed thy spirit with the dust. 13 “But I, the righteous Lord, on all That tread thee down will vengeance take, My fury on thy sin shall fall, Mine arm an end of sin shall make. 14 Its being with its power destroy, The inward stumbling block remove, And fill thee with unfading joy, And crown thee with eternal love. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

Ascend, My Soul, to Pisgah's Hill

Author: Benjamin Beddome Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15660 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Ascend, my soul, to Pisgah’s hill Lyrics: 1 Ascend, my soul, to Pisgah’s hill, Which overlooks the promised land; Go view from thence the fertile fields, And there with joy and wonder stand. 2 Then wish, as David did, for wings, The wings of the celestial dove, To bear thee up from earthly things, To those delightful seats above. 3 There Jesus, clothed in bright array, Displays His banner, plants His throne; There night is turned to endless day, Nor sin nor sorrow there is known. 4 Speed fast away, ye days and years, Come death, convey me swiftly home; Adieu to all my doubts and fears, My brightest joys are yet to come. Languages: English Tune Title: EMMANUEL

I Come, Invited By Thy Word

Author: J. C. Aaberg; Thomas Kingo Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #53 (1930) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 I come, invited by Thy Word, To kneel before Thine alter, Lord. Receive me, then, and bid me stay With Thee, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 2 O grant my soul the heav'nly food, Thy blessed body and Thy blood. Enrich me through this means of grace And make my heart Thy dwelling place. 3 Forgive my sins, supply my need, Forget, O Lord, each wrongful deed. Do Thou in love with me abide And let Thy Spirit be my Guide. Amen. Topics: The Means of Grace Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: BALLE