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As Jonah, Issuing from His Three Days' Tomb

Author: Cosmas the Melodist; John M. Neale Hymnal: CYBER #75 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the virgin’s unpolluted womb Th’incarnate Word, that dwelt there, had His birth: For He, who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His mother spotless should remain. 2. Christ comes, incarnate God, amongst us now, Begotten of the Father ere the day: And He, to whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin. 3. Now the new Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, giv’n: This, this is He That shall the Father of eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal God, by whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
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And Now, O Father, Mindful of the Love

Author: William Bright Hymnal: CYBER #174 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary’s tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee, That only offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice. 2. Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! between our sins and their reward, We set the passion of Thy Son our Lord. 3. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to Thy mercy’s breast! O do Thine utmost for their souls’ true weal! From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. 4. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Savior, who canst love us still! And by this food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us nevermore to part with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: UNDE ET MEMORES
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Christians, Awake, Salute the Happy Morn

Author: John Byrom Hymnal: CYBER #759 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Christians, awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Savior of the world was born. Rise to adore the mystery of love Which hosts of angels chanted from above, With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God incarnate and the virgin’s son. 2. Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, Behold, I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth To you and all the nations of the earth; This day hath God fulfilled His promised Word; This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord. 3. He spoke; and straightaway the celestial choir In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire; The praises of redeeming love they sang, And Heav’n’s whole orb with alleluias rang. God’s highest glory was their anthem still, Peace on the earth and unto men good will. 4. To Bethl’hem straight th’enlightened shepherds ran To see the wonder God had wrought for man And found, with Joseph and the blessèd maid, Her son, the Savior, in a manger laid; Then to their flocks, still praising God, return, And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn. 5. Like Mary let us ponder in our mind God’s wondrous love in saving lost mankind! Trace we the babe, who hath retrieved our loss, From His poor manger to His bitter cross, Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace, Till man’s first heav’nly state again takes place. 6. Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among, To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song. He that was born upon this joyful day Around us all His glory shall display. Saved by His love, incessantly we sing Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty king. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
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The Day Is Gently Sinking to a Close

Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: CYBER #1169 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows: O brightness of Thy Father’s glory, Thou eternal light of light, be with us now: Where Thou art present darkness cannot be; Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee. 2. Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end; Onward to darkness and to death we tend; O conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide; Be Thou our light in death’s dark eventide; Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 3. Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succors fail; When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh, And hear Thy voice, Fear not, for it is I. 4. The weary world is moldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away: In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, May we arise, awakened by Thy call, With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide, In that blest day which has no eventide. Languages: English Tune Title: NACHTLIED
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Eternal Ruler of the Ceaseless Round

Author: John W. Chadwick Hymnal: CYBER #1366 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round Of circling planets singing on their way, Guide of the nations from the night profound Into the glory of the perfect day, Rule in our hearts, that we may ever be Guided and strengthened and upheld by Thee. 2. We are of Thee, the children of Thy love, The brothers of Thy well belovèd Son; Descend, O Holy Spirit, like a dove Into our hearts, that we may be as one; As one with Thee, to whom we ever tend; As one with Him our brother and our friend. 3. We would be one in hatred of all wrong, One in our love of all things sweet and fair; One with the joy that breaketh into song, One with the grief that trembleth into prayer, One in the power that makes Thy children free To follow truth, and thus to follow Thee. 4. O clothe us with Thy heavenly armor, Lord, Thy trusty shield, Thy sword of love divine; Our inspiration be Thy constant Word; We ask no victories that are not Thine; Give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be, Enough to know that we are serving Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 1 (Gibbons)
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The God of Glory Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #1886 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The God of glory sends His summons forth, To nations south and then awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2. Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear My justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There’s no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for Heav’n rejoices. 4. Here, saith the Lord, ye angels, spread their thrones, And near me seat My favorites and My sons: Come, My redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; ’tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, He comes for your salvation. 5. “I am the Savior, I th’Almighty God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: When God appears, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before Him. 6. Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel My wrath, nor call My threat’nings vain; Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints’ attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 7. Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flame of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were Mine before. Earth is the Lord’s, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners, tremble, saints rejoice before Him; 8. If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. All is the Lord’s, He rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 9. Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 10. Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 11. In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. While the false flatterer at My altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 12. Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?; See, God appears; all nature joins t’adore Him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before Him. 13. Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; Now like a lion shall My vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near. Judgment concludes; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 14. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, He comes for your salvation. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE
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He Cometh, Father, as He Came of Old

Author: William H. Jewitt Hymnal: CYBER #2258 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. He cometh, Father, as He came of old ’Neath earthly veil concealed from mortal sight, Though now we hear no angel harps of gold, Nor see the glory of the heavenly light: Look Thou in love, as on that wondrous birth On this, His goodwill gift of peace to earth. 2. Thou comest, Lord, and as in Bethlehem’s stall Our gifts and greetings here we offer Thee. Here spread a veil, then low adoring fall, Where as in Mary’s arms by faith we see God’s highest glory, graciously enshrined In this Thy gift of peace to all mankind. 3. He cometh! Spirit blest, Thy truth impart, Brooding in love upon the bread and wine, Make them, we pray, make very faithful heart, Like Mary’s, meet to hold the Guest divine, God’s highest glory veiled from mortal ken In this, His promised gift of peace to men. 4. He cometh, Father, here to seek His own, Thy Word made flesh—He deigns ’mid us to dwell Thou comest, Lord, from Thine eternal throne By Thy sweet Spirit’s power, Emmanuel, And round Thy feet, we hymn Thy glory still With angel songs of peace and great good-will. Languages: English Tune Title: FREEMAN
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I Dared Not Hope

Author: Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889 Hymnal: CYBER #2762 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come Lyrics: 1. I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come And make this lowly heart of mine Thy home, That Thou wouldst deign, O King of kings, to be E’en for one hour a sojourner in me; Yet art Thou always here to help, and bless, And lift the load of my great sinfulness. 2. I dared not ever hope for such a Guide To walk with me my faltering steps beside, To help me when I fall, and when I stray Constrain me gently to the better way; Yet art Thou always at my side to be A Counselor and a Comforter to me. 3. I do not always go where Thou dost lead, I do not always Thy soft whispers heed; I follow other lights, and, in my sin, I vex with many a slight my Friend within: Yet Thou dost not, though grieved, from me depart, But guardest still Thy place within my heart. Languages: English Tune Title: NACHTLIED
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Long Did I Toil

Author: John Quarles, 1624-1665 ; Henry Lyte, 1793-1847 Hymnal: CYBER #3880 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest Lyrics: 1. Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest, Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come: With Him I found a home, a rest divine, And since then I am His, and He is mine. 2. The good I have is from His stores supplied, The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside, And poor without Him, though of all possessed: Changes may come, I take, or I resign, Content, while I am His, while He is mine. 3. Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious Sun that wanes not nor declines; Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And on His people’s inward darkness shines: All may depart—I fret not, nor repine, While I my Savior’s am, while He is mine. 4. While here, alas! I know but half His love, But half discern Him, and but half adore; But when I meet Him in the realms above, I hope to love Him better, praise Him more, And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine. Languages: English Tune Title: BATTLE
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The Lord, the Sovereign, Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #4032 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The Lord, the sovereign, sends His summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2. Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear His justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’ eternal sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There’s no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near Me seat My favorites and My sons. 4. “I, their almighty Savior and their God, I am their judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5. “Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were Mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. 6. “If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7. “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8. Silent I waited with long-suff’ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer near. Languages: English Tune Title: SOVEREIGN SUMMONS

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