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Worship the Lord in the Beauty of Holiness

Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7631 Meter: 12.10.12.10 Lyrics: 1. Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim; Gold of obedience and incense of lowliness, Bring and adore Him—the Lord is His name. 2. Low at His feet lay Thy burden of carefulness, High on His heart He will bear it for thee; Comfort thy sorrows and answer thy prayerfulness, Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be. 3. Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine; Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness, These are the offerings to lay on His shrine. 4. These though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness, He will accept for the name that is dear, Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness, Trust for our trembling, and hope for our fear. Languages: English Tune Title: MONSELL (Sherwin)

Pray For the Wanderer

Author: Charles M. Hott Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7877 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Far in the desert wild, walking a dreary way Lyrics: 1 Far in the desert wild, walking a dreary way, Suffering and sin defiled, going astray. Refrain: Pray for the wanderer, Pray for the wanderer, Pray for the wanderer, Going astray! 2 Tenderly bid, they come, back from sin’s wilderness, Come to our Father’s home, saved by His grace. [Refrain] 3 Plead now at mercy’s gate for each poor wandering one; Soon it will be too late, life will be done. [Refrain] 4 Pray, and with love entreat, all who by sin are pressed, Bid them at Jesus’ feet find endless rest. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: ASHGABAT

Thou Who Didst Stoop Below

Author: Sarah E. Miles Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8483 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Thou, who didst stoop below to drain the cup of woe Lyrics: 1 Thou, who didst stoop below to drain the cup of woe, Wearing the form of full mortality, Thy blessèd labors done, the crown of victory won, Hath passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high. 2 Our eyes beheld Thee not, yet hast Thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in Thee; Before Thy Father’s face Thou hast prepared a place, That where Thou art, there they may also be. 3 It was no path of flowers through this dark world of ours, Belovèd of the Father, Thou didst tread: And shall we in dismay shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? 5 O Thou who art our life, be with us through the strife, Thy holy head by earth’s fierce storms was bowed; Raise Thou our eyes above, to see a Father’s love, Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. E’en through the awful gloom Which hovers o’er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits will not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Savior, which doth lead to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: BENTON

First Came The Hour of Prayer

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9154 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: First came the hour of prayer, calm in the mountain air Lyrics: 1 First came the hour of prayer, calm in the mountain air, And then with sudden blaze came glorious sight; Yet proud of heart, wouldst thou be blest on Tabor’s brow, Before thy patient prayers have stormed its height? 2 Or thou hast slept perchance; oh, for an angel’s glance, Oh, for a light to pierce, mystery to scan! With face of dazzling light, in raiment pure and white, With reverent gaze, behold the Son of Man. 3 Alas! hadst thou but known the vision to be shown, Eagerly thou hadst strained thine anxious eyes; Thy Lord transfigured there, the while His unknown prayer Rose up, by angels borne to wondering skies. 4 How hadst thou watched! But now, before the Altered bow, The Altered, still for thee, the very same; That Babe on Mary’s knee, now Christ to die for thee, Clothed in a wondrous robe of burning flame. 5 From hidden grave afar, from mystic fiery car, Lord of the ages past, future, and space, The living and the dead brings to this mountain dread, Bright with the radiance of incarnate grace. 6 No thunders shake the air, no lightnings strike despair, Yet see the Prophet and law Giver here; God talks with men, and they His glory see today, Nor fall in dread amaze, for Christ is near. 7 Oh, in this awful hour of rule and kingly power, The Lord of Glory now speaks unto them; Hear, mid the shining light, He tells of coming night, Death that awaits Him at Jerusalem. 8 Proud heart, when soaring high, scaling the very sky, Self-throned awhile in some seventh heav’n of bliss; Think thou with trembling breath of darkness and of death, Thy Lord from Tabor’s mount hath taught thee this. 9 And when the cloud is near, and flesh shrinks down in fear, As thou art treading on dread paths unknown, O Voice of Love, be near, call through the cloud and fear, Lead to the Mount of God, to Jesus’ throne. Languages: English Tune Title: ASHGABAT

The Foreglow

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9176 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Now angels down have flown, now glory bright has shone Lyrics: 1 Now angels down have flown, now glory bright has shone, Now shepherds see the light and hear the voice: "Fear not; behold, I bring glad tidings of your king; Let all the nations of earth now rejoice." 2 Sing a new song tonight, sing, all ye stars of light, The Lord of Glory leaves His glorious heav’n. To earth behold Him come from His celestial home; To us a Child is born, a Son is giv’n! 3 O music of the past, the sweetest and the last Of all the notes of ages gone is this, That tells of His great birth, that sings of peace on earth, And man restored to more than primal bliss. 4 O lingering night, speed on! arise, thou golden sun, And bring in eager joy the day of days. When the eternal Word creation’s King and Lord, Takes flesh that He may flesh to glory raise. 5 O wailing winds, be still, o’er sea and plain and hill; O storm and thunder, halt your tumult, cease; And breathe, thou loving gale, thy odors soft exhale, To greet the coming of the Prince of Peace. 6 He comes to breathe our air, our very flesh to wear; He comes to die our death, to bear our load; He comes to still our fears, to wipe our falling tears, To heal and bless us—O Jesus of God! 7 Over yon silent peak, I see the foreglow break, That tells of glory earth has never known; The glory of the King, to whom all tribes shall bring Their deepest homage, praise, honor and crown. 8 Sing out, ye sons of men, a louder, loftier strain! Lift up your voice, O happy, blest Bethlehem! Let psalm and hymn ascend, and with the incense blend Arising from thy shrine, Jerusalem! Languages: English Tune Title: LONG BEACH

No War Nor Battle's Sound

Author: John Milton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10666 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: No war nor battle’s sound was heard the world around Lyrics: 1 No war nor battle’s sound was heard the world around— No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night in which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 No conqueror’s sword He bore, nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love He came, and gentle was the reign Which o’er the earth He spread by influence mild. 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, and sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, and close the warrior’s gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 4 The peaceful Conqueror goes, And triumphs o’er His foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit submissive at His feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. Languages: English Tune Title: NAUL

Lo, Summer Comes Again!

Author: Edward H. Plumptre Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11996 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Lo, summer comes again! And after springtide rain Lyrics: 1 Lo, summer comes again! And after springtide rain, The quickening sunbeams flood the world with light; See, high in night’s clear skies, the joy of longing eyes, The moon of harvest shines serenely bright. 2 O Lord of Heav’n and earth, who givest joy and mirth, Open our lips to show Thy wondrous praise; Our hearts are dull and cold, we leave Thy love untold; O give us strength our anthems glad to raise. 3 Each month we sow or reap, each hour we toil or sleep, Thou givest life and joy, and Thou alone; O grant to each and all when death’s dark shadows fall, To stand true workers round our Master’s throne. 4 So, life’s long task-work o’er, set free for evermore, We shall sit down at Thy great harvest feast; Reaper and sower met, the burning heat forget, And taste God’s love, the greatest as the least. 5 Yea, Lord, Thou too dost claim, the Sower’s mystic name; Thou sendest forth Thy reapers to their field; O be it theirs to bear the full corn in the ear, When Thy true seed its hundred-fold shall yield. 6 Root out the evil tares, earth’s vexing griefs and cares, Bind the hot blasts that wither and destroy; And when the hour is come to bring the full sheaves home, Bid men and angels share Thy harvest joy. Languages: English Tune Title: MADURAI

Thou Who Wast Once A Child

Author: Susan L. Emery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12490 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Thou who wast once a child, Thy children pray to thee Lyrics: 1 Thou who wast once a child, Thy children pray to Thee, When e’er the daylight breaks, where’er we be. Throughout the busy day, preserve us, Lord, from sin, And when Heav’n’s morning breaks, oh, let us in. 2 In every danger, Lord, to Thee we lift our cry; Oh, hear on land or sea, and be Thou nigh. When bright the lightnings flash, keep us from wild alarm; Let none who trust in Thee; fear pain or harm. 3 Thou who the night of sleep, and night of death hast known, Console us, when we weep, our dead alone; Guard us in sleep, in death, and grant at last that we May wake in endless light Thy face to see. Languages: English Tune Title: EMSWORTH

Thousands Completely Fed

Author: Joseph H. Clinch Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13206 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Thousands completely fed with loaves of bread Lyrics: 1 Thousands completely fed with a few loaves of bread Such as would barely form one household’s fare, And, when the feast was o’er, the fragments were a store Enough for needy hundreds still to share. 2 What was the power that wrought this wonder passing thought? What but that Word divine, which called of yore Systems and suns to grace the mighty realms of space, And then with life and beauty spread them o’er? 3 God only can create; none less could arrogate The power to sway all nature with a nod! O Christ! be Thou adored, for that creative word Which blessed the bread was God’s, and Thou art God! Languages: English Tune Title: LONG BEACH