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The Inner Circle

Author: Flora Kirkland Hymnal: CYBER #10280 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Tune Title: ABBEY WOOD First Line: Have you heard the voice of Jesus Refrain First Line: Are you in the inner circle? Lyrics: 1 Have you heard the voice of Jesus Whisper, I have chosen you? Does He tell you in communion What He wishes you to do? Refrain: Are you in the inner circle? Have you heard the Master’s call? Have you giv’n your life to Jesus? Is He now your all in all? 2 As the first disciples followed, As they went where’er He sent; So today we, too, may follow, On His leading still intent. [Refrain] 3 Or, if He shall choose to send us On some errand in His name, We can serve Him as disciples, For our place is just the same. [Refrain] 4 Master, at Thy footstool kneeling, We, Thy children, humbly wait; Lead us, send us, bless us, use us, Till we enter Heaven’s gate. [Refrain] Languages: English

O The Hour When This Material

Author: Josiah Conder Hymnal: CYBER #12498 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Tune Title: ABBEY WOOD Lyrics: 1 O the hour when this material Shall have vanished as a cloud; When, amid the wide ethereal, All th’invisible shall crowd; And the naked soul, surrounded With realities unknown, Triumph in the view unbounded, Feel herself with God alone. 2 In that sudden, strange transition, By what new and finer sense Shall she grasp the mighty vision, And receive its influence? Angels! guard the new immortal Through the wonder-teeming space, To the everlasting portal, To the spirit’s resting place. 3 Will she then, with fond emotion, Aught of human love retain? Or, absorbed in pure devotion, Will no earthly trace remain? Can the grave those ties dissever, With the very heart strings twined? Must she part, and part for ever, With the friend she leaves behind? 4 No: the past she still remembers. Faith and hope, surviving too, Ever watch those sleeping embers, Which must rise and live anew. For the widowed, lonely spirit, Waiting to be clothed afresh, Longs perfection to inherit, And to triumph in the flesh. 5 Angels! let the ransomed stranger In your tender care be blest, Hoping, trusting, safe from danger, Till the trumpet end her rest; Till the trump which shakes creation, Through the circling heav’ns shall roll, Till the day of consummation, Till the bridal of the soul, 6 Can I trust a fellow being? Can I trust an angel’s care? O Thou merciful, all-seeing! Beam around my spirit there. Jesus, blessèd Mediator! Thou the airy path hast trod: Thou the Judge, the Consummator! Shepherd of the fold of God! 7 Blessèd fold! no foe can enter, And no friend departeth thence. Jesus is their sun, their center; And their shield, Omnipotence. Blessèd! for the Lamb shall feed them, All their tears shall wipe away, To the living fountains lead them, Till fruition’s perfect day. 8 Lo! it comes, that day of wonder! Louder chorals shake the skies. Hades’ gates are burst asunder: See! the new-clothed myriads rise. Thought! repress thy weak endeavor: Here must reason prostrate fall. Oh, th’ineffable Forever! And th’eternal All in All! Languages: English

Lord, We Thank Thee for the Pleasure

Author: Thomas W. Jex-Blake Hymnal: CYBER #4116 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D with refrain Tune Title: ABBOT'S LEIGH Lyrics: 1. Lord, we thank Thee for the pleasure That our happy lifetime gives, For the boundless worth and treasure Of a soul that ever lives; Mind that looks before and after, Lifting eyes to things above; Human tears, and human laughter, And the depths of human love. 2. For the thrill, the leap, the gladness Of our pulses flowing free; E’en for every touch of sadness That may bring us nearer Thee; But, above all other kindness, Thine unutterable love, Which, to heal our sin and blindness, Sent Thy dear Son from above. 3. Teach us so our days to number That we may be early wise; Dreamy mist, or cloud, or slumber, Never dull our heav’nward eyes. Hearty be our work and willing, As to Thee, and not to men; For we know our soul’s fulfilling Is in Heav’n, and not ’til then. The music for ABBOT'S LEIGH is under copyright. If you wish to print, copy, cut/paste or duplicate it, you must obtain permission from Hope Publishing Company (800-323-1049). Languages: English

Lord, You Give the Great Commission

Author: Jeffery Rowthorn Hymnal: CYBER #4121 Tune Title: ABBOT'S LEIGH First Line: Lord, You give the great commission: Heal the sick and preach the Word Lyrics: 1. Lord, You give the great commission: Heal the sick and preach the Word. Lest the Church neglect its mission, and the Gospel go unheard, Help us witness to Your purpose with renewed integrity, With the Spirit’s gifts empower us for the work of ministry. 2. Lord, You call us to Your service: In My name baptize and teach. That the world may trust Your promise, life abundant meant for each, Give us all new fervor, draw us closer in community. With the Spirit’s gifts empower us for the work of ministry. 3. Lord, You make the common holy: This My body, this My blood. Let us all, for earth’s true glory, daily lift life heavenward, Asking that the world around us share your children’s liberty With the Spirit’s gifts empower us for the work of ministry. 4. Lord, You show us love’s true measure: Father, what they do, forgive. Yet we hoard as private treasure all that You so freely give. May Your care and mercy lead us to a just society. With the Spirit’s gifts empower us for the work of ministry. 5. Lord, you bless with words assuring: I am with you to the end. Faith and hope and love restoring, may we serve as you intend And, amid the cares that claim us, hold in mind eternity. With the Spirit’s gifts empower us for the work of ministry. The words & music to this hymn are under copyright. If you wish to print, copy, cut/paste or duplicate them, you must obtain permission from Hope Publishing Company (800-323-1049). Languages: English

Captain of Thine Enlisted Host

Author: Christopher Batty Hymnal: CYBER #746 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD Lyrics: 1. Captain of Thine enlisted host, Display Thy glorious banner high; The summons send from coast to coast, And call a numerous army nigh. 2. A solemn jubilee proclaim Proclaim the great Sabbatic day; Assert the glories of Thy name; Spoil Satan of his wished-for prey. 3. Bid, bid Thy heralds publish loud The peaceful blessings of Thy reign; And when they speak of sprinkled blood, The mystery to the heart explain. 4. Chase the usurper from his throne, Oh! chase him to his destined hell; Stout-hearted sinners overcome; And glorious in Thy temple dwell. 5. Fight for Thyself, O Jesus, fight, The travail of Thy soul regain; To each blind soul make darkness light, To all let crooked paths be plain. Languages: English

My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: CYBER #4374 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD Lyrics: 1. My soul is sad and much dismayed; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose! 2. See, from the over-burning lake How like a smoky cloud they rise! With horrid blasts my soul they shake, With storms of blasphemies and lies. 3. Their fiery arrows reach the mark, My throbbing heart with anguish tear; Each lights upon a kindred spark, And finds abundant fuel there. 4. I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord; O, I would drive it from my breast, With Thy own sharp two-edged sword, Far as the east is from the west! 5. Come then, and chase the cruel host, Heal the deep wounds I have received! Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved! Languages: English

Ye Sons of Adam, Vain and Young

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #7771 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire; 2. Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth, but know There is a day of judgment, too. 3. God from on high records your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. 4. The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through: How will you stand before His face, Or answer for His injured grace? 5. Almighty God! turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of Thy Word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Languages: English

Great Maker Of Unnumbered Worlds

Author: Sidney Dyer Hymnal: CYBER #7846 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD Lyrics: 1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore— Whose goodness all Thy creatures share, While nature trembles at Thy power— 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by Thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore Thine aid, To Thee we raise the humble cry; Thine altar is the contrite heart, Thine incense the repentant sigh. 4 O, may our land, in this her hour, Confess Thy hand, and bless the rod, By penitence make Thee her friend, And find in Thee a guardian God. Languages: English

O Savior Of The World Forlorn

Author: Alfred T. T. Verney-Cave Hymnal: CYBER #8381 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD Lyrics: 1 O Savior of the world forlorn, Who man to save this day wast born, Our days are sinking to their night, In darkness save, save us in light. 2 Let Thy most blessèd favor be Around us as we bend the knee; Blot out our sin; Thy heavenly ray Dispels the gloom and makes our day. 3 No sleep shall thus weigh down the mind, Nor ghostly foe unguarded find; Nor reason yielding to a dream Wake less responsive to Thy beam. 4 O Thou that makest all things new, With cravings of the heart we sue, Our lives may, fresh from Thee their source, Renew the pureness of their course. 5 To God the Father endless praise, And to His only Son we raise; An equal glory as is meet Be sung to God the Paraclete. Languages: English

Was It For Sin?

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: CYBER #8705 Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD First Line: Was it for sin, for mortal guilt Refrain First Line: LM Lyrics: 1 Was it for sin, for mortal guilt, The Savior gave His vital blood? For sin amazing anguish felt, The wrath of an offended God? 2 When bleeding, groaning, on the tree, He breathed such agonizing cries, When nature suffered, Lord, with Thee, And darkness clothed the mourning skies. 3 And shall I harbor in my breast (O tremble, soul, at such a deed) This dreadful foe, this fatal guest? ’Twas sin that made my Savior bleed. 4 ’Tis sin that would my ruin prove, And sink me down to endless woe; But O forbid it, heav’nly love, And save me from the cursèd foe. 5 Ye sins, ye cruel sins, depart, Your tyrant sway I cannot bear; My rightful sovereign claims my heart, And Christ alone shall govern here. 6 Come, glorious conqueror, gracious Lord, Thy all-prevailing power employ; O come, with Thy resistless word, These hateful enemies destroy. 7 So guilty, weak, to Thee I fly, My Lord, my Savior, and my friend, On Thy almighty arm rely, On Thy atoning blood depend. 8 All of my hope is fixed on Thee, For Thou alone hast power divine; O come, and conquer, Lord, for me, And all the glory shall be Thine. Languages: English