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Why Art Thou Heavy Hearted?

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #211 (1927) Lyrics: 1 Why art thou heavy hearted? Why is thy soul weighed down? Cast off thy painful burden And cease to fret and frown. Thou art not he that ruleth O'er heaven, earth and hell; 'Tis God whose throne endureth, Who doeth all things well. 2 Let Him the nations govern As Lord of land and sea; Then at His rule and guidance Thou shalt astonished be. Far, far above thy thinking His counsel shall appear When He the work hath finished That caused thee needless fear. 3 His love at times may try thee And naught of comfort lend, As if His help and solace He nevermore would send; But if despite thy trials Thou true to Him remain, He will reveal His power And show His grace again. 4 All hail, thou who art faithful, The day will soon draw near When with a crown of glory Thou shalt in heav'n appear; When God Himself shall give thee The victor's wreath and palm, And thou in yonder mansions Shalt sing a joyful psalm. Topics: Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: [Why art thou heavy hearted]

Why Art Thou Heavy Hearted?

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #211 (1928) Lyrics: 1 Why art thou heavy hearted? Why is thy soul weighed down? Cast off thy painful burden And cease to fret and frown. Thou art not he that ruleth O'er heaven, earth and hell; 'Tis God whose throne endureth, Who doeth all things well. 2 Let Him the nations govern As Lord of land and sea; Then at His rule and guidance Thou shalt astonished be. Far, far above thy thinking His counsel shall appear When He the work hath finished That caused thee needless fear. 3 His love at times may try thee And naught of comfort lend, As if His help and solace He nevermore would send; But if despite thy trials Thou true to Him remain, He will reveal His power And show His grace again. 4 All hail, thou who art faithful, The day will soon draw near When with a crown of glory Thou shalt in heav'n appear; When God Himself shall give thee The victor's wreath and palm And thou in yonder mansions Shalt sing a joyful psalm. Topics: Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: [Why art thou heavy hearted]

O Living Bread From Heaven

Author: Johann Rist, 1607-1667 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #225 (1901) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O Living Bread from heaven, How well Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with rest. Oh, wondrous food of blessing, Oh, cup that heals our woes! My hear, this gift possessing, In thankful song o'erflows. 2 My Lord, Thou here hast led me Within Thy holiest place, And there Thyself hast fed me With treasures of Thy grace; And Thou hast freely given What earth could never buy, The Bread of Life from heaven, That now I shall not die! 3 Thou givest all I wanted, The food can death destroy; And Thou hast freely granted The cup of endless joy. Ah, Lord, I do not merit The favor Thou hast shown, And all my soul and spirit Bow down before Thy throne! 4 Lord, grant me that thus strengthened With heavenly food, while here My course on earth is lengthened, To serve with holy fear; And when Thou call'st my spirit To leave this world below, I enter, through Thy merit, Where joys unmingled flow. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH THUT MICH VERLANGEN

I need Thee, precious Jesus

Author: F. Whitfield Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #231 (1913) Lyrics: 1 I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am full of sin; My soul is dark and guilty, My heart is dead within; I need the cleansing fountain Where I can always flee, The blood of Christ most precious, The sinner's perfect plea. 2 I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am very poor; A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store. I need the love of Jesus To cheer me on my way, To guide my doubting footsteps, To be my strength and stay. 3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus; I need a friend like Thee, A friend to soothe and pity, A friend to care for me. I need the heart of Jesus To feel each anxious care, To tell my every trial, And all my sorrows share. 4 I need Thee, blessed Jesus, And hope to see Thee soon, Encircled with the rainbow And seated on Thy throne: There, with Thy blood-bought children, My joy shall ever be, To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus, To gaze, O Lord, on Thee. Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Epiphany; The Church Year Second Sunday after Epiphany; Jesus Christ Our Savior Tune Title: [I need Thee, precious Jesus]

O Living Bread from Heaven

Author: Johann Rist; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #236 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O Living Bread from heaven, How hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with rest. O wondrous food of blessing, O cup that heals our woes! My heart, this gift professing, In thankful songs o'erflows. 2 My Lord, Thou here hast led me Within Thy temple's holiest place, And there Thyself hast fed me With treasures of Thy grace; And Thou hast freely given What earth could never buy, The Bread of Life from heaven, That now I shall not die! 3 Thou givest all I wanted; Let praise my tongue employ, For Thou hast freely granted The Cup of endless joy. Ah, Lord, I do not merit The favor thou hast shown, With all my soul and spirit I bow before Thy throne. 4 Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened With heavenly food, while here, My course on earth be lengthened, I serve with holy fear: And when Thou call'st my spirit To leave this world below, I enter, through Thy merit, Where joys unmingled flow. Amen. Topics: The Means of Grace The Lord's Supper; Names and Office of Christ Bread Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH THUT MICH VERLANGEN

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; James W. Alexander Hymnal: Sing Joyfully #238 (1989) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown: O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. Amen. Topics: Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; James Waddell Alexander, 1804-1859 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #239 (1997) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: O sacred head, sore wounded (Chef couvert de blessures) Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown; how art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn. 2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain; lo, here I fall, my Saviour; ’tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favour; oh grant to me thy grace. 3 What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this, thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? Oh make me thine forever, and should I fainting be, oh let me never, never outlive my love to thee. 4 Be near when I am dying; oh show thy cross to me, and to my rescue flying, come, Lord, and set me free: these eyes, new faith receiving, from Jesus shall not move, for those who die believing die safely through thy love. --- FRENCH - 1 Chef couvert de blessures, meurtri par nous pécheurs, chef accablé d’injures, d’opprobres, de douleurs; des splendeurs éternelles naguère environné, c’est d’épines cruelles qu’on te voit couronné ! 2 C’est ainsi que tu paies le prix de ma rançon. Tes langueurs et tes plaies, voilà ma guérison. Mon âme criminelle est à tes pieds, Seigneur, daigne jeter sur elle Un regard de faveur. 3 Au sein de ma misère, sauvé par ton amour, pour toi que puis-je faire? Que t’offrir en retour? Ah! du moins, Dieu suprême, prends à jamais mon cœur: qu’il te serve et qu’il t’aime, plein d’une sainte ardeur. 4 Pour ta longue agonie, pour ta sainte douleur, je veux ,toute ma vie, te bénir, mon Sauveur. Ta grâce est éternelle, et rien jusqu’à la fin ne pourra, Dieu fidèle, me ravir de ta main. --- HUNGARIAN - 1 O Krisztus-fő, te zúzott, Te véres szenvedő, Te töviskoszorúzott, Kigúnyolt drága fő, Ki szépség tükre voltál, Ékes, csodás remek, De most megcsúfolódtál: Szent fő, köszöntelek! 2 Mind, ami kín s ütés ért, Magam hoztam Reád; Uram e szenvedésért Lelkemben ég a vád. Feddő szót érdemelve itt állok én, szegény, S kérlek, lelked kegyelme Sugározzék felém. 3 Ó, légy érette áldott, Jézus, Egyetlenem, Hogy szörny kínhalálod Nagy jót akar velem. Add, hogy hódolva híven Tőled ne térjek el, S ha hini kezed a szívem, Benned pihenjek el. 4 Légy pajzsom és reményem, Ha kétség látogat, Véssem szívembe mélyen Kereszthalálodat. Rád nézzek, Rád szünetlen, S ha majd szívem megáll, Öleljen át a lelkem-igy halni: jó halál. Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Death; Faith; Jesus Christ Friend; Languages other than English Hungarian; Languages other than English French; Processionals; Recessionals Scripture: Isaiah 52:13-15; 53 Languages: English; French; Hungarian Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MIGH VERLANGEN

O Word of God, most holy

Author: William W. How Hymnal: Christian Science Hymnal (Rev. and enl.) #252 (1937) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH THUT MICH VERLANGEN

Preserve Thy Word, O Savior

Author: William J. Schaefer; Andreas Gryphius Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #264 (1941) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: The Church Year Reformation Scripture: Jude 20-21 Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH

Thy way and all thy sorrows

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #284 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Thy way and all thy sorrows, Give thou into His hand, His gracious care unfailing, Who doth the heavens command; Their course and path He giveth To clouds and air and wind; A way thy feet may follow, He, too, for thee will find. 2 On Him be Thy reliance, As thou would'st prosper well; To make thy work enduring Thy mind on Him must dwell, God yieldeth naught to sorrow And self tormenting care; Naught, naught with Him availeth; No power save that of prayer. 3 Thy truth and grace, O Father, Behold and surely know, Both what is good and evil, For mortal man below: And whatsoe'er Thou choosest Thou dost, great God, fulfill, And into being bringest Whate'er is in Thy will. 4 Thy way is ever open; Thou dost on naught depend; Thine act is only blessing, Thy path light without end. Thy work can no man hinder; Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy hildren Through all dost make a way. 5 In vain the powers of darkness Thy will, O God, oppose; High over all undoubting, Thy pleasure onward goes: Whate'er Thy will resolveth, Whate'er Thou dost intend, Its destined work performeth True to its aim and end. 6 Then hope, my feeble spirit, And be thou undismayed; God helps in every trial, And makes thee unafraid. Await God's time with pleasure, Then shall thine eyes behold The sun of joy and gladness His brightest beams unfold. 7 Arise, arise! thy sadness, Thy cares send far away; Away each thought afflicting That on the heart doth prey. Not in thy hands the guidance Of all events doth dwell; God on His throne o'erruleth, He guideth all things well. 8 Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign; Thy wonder far exceeding, He will His course maintain; So He as Him beseemeth, With wonder-working skill, Shall put away the sorrows, That now thy spirit fill. 9 Awhile His consolation He will to thee deny, And seem as though in spirit He far from thee would fly; Awhile distress and anguish Shall compass thee around, Nor to thy supplication An answ'ring voice be found. 10 But if thou ne'er forsake Him, Thou shalt deliverance find; Behold all unexpected, He will thy soul unbind. He from thy heavy burden Will soon thy heart set free; Yea, from that weight no evil Hath yet befallen thee. 11 Thou child of truth, how blesséd! A conqueror soon shalt be, With songs of glad thanksgiving A crown awaiteth thee. To thee the palm triumphal By God's own hand is giv'n, Thine, to His name who saved thee, To sing the songs of heaven. 12 Give, Lord, this consummation To all our hearts’ distress, Our hands, our feet, O strengthen, In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and Thy protection Forevermore we pray; With these in heavenly glory Shall end our certain way. Topics: The Church Year Fourth Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Epiphany; Cross and Comfort; Providence; Trust in God Tune Title: [Thy way and all thy sorrows]