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Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #512 (1918) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Lyrics: 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of life, see water flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

God liveth still!

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #513 (1918) Meter: 4.7.8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! God is good; from His compassion Earthly help and comfort flow; Strong is His right hand to fashion All things well for man below: Trial, oft the most distressing, In the end has proved a blessing. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 2 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! He who gave the eye its vision, Shall He slumber once or sleep? He who gave the ear its mission, Hears He not His children weep? God is God; His ear attendeth When the sigh our bosom rendeth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 3 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! He who gives the clouds their measure, Stretching out the heavens alone; He who stores the earth with treasure, Is not far from every one. God in the hour of need defendeth Him whose heart in love ascendeth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 4 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Is thy cross too great and pond'rous, Cast on Him thy grievous load; God is great, His love is wondrous, He will speed thee on the road. For His truth endureth ever, And His mercy ceaseth never. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 5 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Is the yoke of sin too galling? Christ Himself has set thee free, Borne for thee their weight appalling, Cast them in oblivion's sea! In thy deepest grief and sadness He can grant thee joy and gladness. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 6 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! When the world would let thee perish, Pathless all thy tangled way, God the nearer draws, to cherish Him who makes the Lord his stay. Children oft that most He loveth Thus with strictest rod He proveth. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 7 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Heaven's huge vault may cleave asunder, Earth's round globe in ruins burst, Satan's fellest rage may thunder, Death and hell may spend their worst; Then will God keep safe and surely Those who trust in Him securely. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. 8 God liveth still! Soul, despair not, fear no ill! Be thy life, until its ending, Full of thorns, of grief or need, God, in love the trial sending, Thus His child would heavenwards lead. For this life's long night of sadness He will give thee peace and gladness. Wherefore, then, my soul, despair? God still lives, who heareth prayer. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Thy ways, O Lord! with wise design

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #514 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design Are framed upon Thy throne above, And every dark or bending line Meets in the centre of Thy love. 2 With feeble light and half obscure, Poor mortals Thine arrangements view; Not knowing that they least are sure, And the mysterious just and true. 3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care, Though now they seem to roam uneyed; Are led or driven only where They best and safest may abide. 4 They neither know nor trace the way; But whilst they trust Thy guardian eye, Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5 My favored soul shall meekly learn To lay her reason at Thy throne; Too weak Thy secrets to discern, I'll trust Thee for my guide alone. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

When in the hour of utmost need

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #515 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought No help or counsel yet have brought: 2 Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery; 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, Repenting sore with bitter sighs, And seek Thy pardon for our sin, And respite from our griefs within. 4 For Thou hast promised graciously To hear all those who cry to Thee, Through Him whose name alone is great, Our Savior and our Advocate. 5 And thus we come, O God, to-day, And all our woes before Thee lay; For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand, Perils and foes on every hand. 6 Ah! hide not for our sins Thy face, Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill, 7 That so with all our hearts we may Once more our glad thanksgivings pay, And walk obedient to Thy Word, And now and ever praise Thee, Lord. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Seems it in my anguish lone

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #516 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Seems it in my anguish lone, As if God forsook His own, Yet I hold the knowledge fast, God will surely help at last. 2 Though awhile it be delayed, He denieth not His aid; Though it come not oft with speed, It will surely come at need. 3 As a father not too soon Grants his child the longed-for boon, So our God gives when He will; Wait His pleasure and be still. 4 I can rest in thoughts of Him, When all courage else grows dim, For I know my soul shall prove His is more than father's love. 5 Would the powers of ill affright, I can smile at all their might; Or the cross be pressing sore, God, my God, lives evermore! 6 Man may hate me causelessly, Man my plot to ruin me, Foes my heart may pierce and rend; God in heaven is still my Friend. 7 Earth against me may declare, For her love I do not care, Though the world bear me a grudge, God my Father is my Judge. 8 Earth may all her gifts deny, Safe my treasure is on high; And if heaven at last be mine, All things else I can resign. 9 I renounce thee willingly, World, I hate what pleases thee; Baneful every gift of thine, Only be, my God, still mine. 10 Ah! Lord, if but Thee I have, Naught of other good I crave, Bright is even death's dark road, If but Thou art there, my God! Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Lord God, who art my Father dear

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #517 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord God, who art my Father dear, I pray in Jesus' name: O hear What, trusting in His promised Word, I humbly ask of Thee, good Lord. 2 Grant us Thy Word, Thy Spirit give, That by His grace we godly live, Give shelter, peace, good friends, and food, Protect our native land, O God. 3 Save us from sin and Satan's fraud, Deliver us from evil, God, Be with us in our dying hour; Thine is the kingdom, glory, power. 4 Lord, at thy word, Amen, I say; Increase my feeble faith, I pray. Thou lead'st me with a father's care, O let me be Thy child and heir! Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Beloved, "It is well!"

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #518 (1918) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Beloved, "It is well!" God’s ways are always right; And perfect love is o’er them all, Though far above our sight. 2 Beloved, "It is well!" Though deep and sore the smart, The hand that wounds knows how to bind And heal the broken heart. 3 Beloved, "It is well!" Though sorrow clouds our way, ’T will only make the joy more dear That ushers in the day. 4 Beloved, "It is well!" The path that Jesus trod, Though rough and strait and dark it be, Leads home to heaven and God. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

My Father! cheering name!

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #519 (1918) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My Father! cheering name! O may I call Thee mine! Give me with humble hope to claim A portion so divine. 2 Whate'er Thy will denies, I calmly would resign; For Thou art just, and good, and wise, O bend my will to Thine! 3 Whate'er Thy will ordains, O give me strength to bear; Still let me know a Father reigns, And trust a Father's care. 4 Thy ways are little known To my weak, erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all Thy ways are right. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #520 (1918) Meter: 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4 Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Nearer, my Lord, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Who to Thy cross didst come Dying for me! Strengthen my willing feet! Hold me in service sweet Nearer, O Christ, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 3 Nearer, O Comforter, Nearer to Thee! Who with my loving Lord Dwellest with me! Grant me Thy fellowship! Help me each day to keep Nearer, my Guide, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 4 But to be nearer still, Bring me, O God! Not by the visioned steeps Angels have trod. Here where Thy cross I see, Jesus, I wait for Thee, Then evermore to be Nearer to Thee! Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

And let this feeble body fail

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #521 (1918) Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the disembodied saints And find its long-sought rest, That only bliss for which it pants, In my Redeemer's breast. 2 In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain, And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain: I suffer on my threescore years Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away His servant's tears, And take His exile home. 3 O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise! I see a world of spirits bright Who reap the pleasures there; They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear. 4 O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host t'appear, And worship at Thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away, But let me find them all again In that eternal day. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English