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The New Song

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: CYBER #12668 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Beyond the hills where suns go down Lyrics: 1 Beyond the hills where suns go down, And brightly beckon as they go; I see the land of far renown, The land which I so soon shall know. 2 Above the dissonance of time, And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chime, The music of unjarring chords. 3 I bid it welcome; and my haste To join it cannot brook delay; O song of morning, come at last, And ye who sing it, come away! 4 O song of light, and dawn, and bliss, Sound over earth, and fill these skies, Nor ever, ever, ever cease Thy soul entrancing melodies. 5 Glad song of this disburdened earth, Which holy voices then shall sing; Praise for creation’s second birth, And glory to creation’s king! Languages: English Tune Title: ABSCHIED

The Impenitent Man's Lot

Hymnal: CYBER #12673 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O God, whom I in praise adore Lyrics: 1 O God, whom I in praise adore, Be silent in my cause no more; Their mouths the wicked open wide; Against me hypocrites have lied. 2 With words of hate they throng around, And fight, although no cause be found; My love provokes their bitter spite, But I in constant prayer delight. 3 With evil they my good reward, With hatred meet my kind regard; Place him beneath the wicked’s hand, And on his right let Satan stand. 4 In judgment let his plea be spurned, And let his prayer to sin be turned; His days be few, and in his room To office let another come. 5 A widow let his wife be left, His children of their sire bereft; Let them be scattered far from home, And begging bread through deserts roam. 6 Extortioners his substance take, His toil a prey let strangers make; Let him from none compassion know, None to his orphans favor show. 7 His seed let perish in their shame, The coming age blot out their name; His father’s sin Jehovah mind, His mother’s sin no pardon find. 8 Let them with God ne’er be forgot, Till He from earth their memory blot; For he remembered not to show Compassion to the sons of woe. 9 The poor and those with want distressed He persecuted and oppressed; He them pursued to make his prey, And broken-hearted ones to slay. 10 The curse he loved on him shall rest, He, blessing not, shall not be blest, Himself with cursing be arrayed, To him shall cursing be repaid. 11 In him like water it shall flow, Like oil through all his bones shall go; Like raiment it shall clothe him o’er, A girdle binding evermore. 12 Foes and accusers, from the Lord, Shall find in cursing their reward, But God the Lord, for Thy name’s sake, For me in mercy undertake. 13 Because Thy grace is rich and free, From all my foes deliver me; I’m poor and needy, grant relief, My heart within is pierced with grief. 14 Like locust tossed, like fleeting shade, My days to pass away are made; Through many fasts my strength declines, My knees are weak, my body pines. 15 To foes a vile reproach I’m made, On me they look and shake the head; O Lord, my God, my helper be, In Thy great mercy save Thou me. 16 That this to them, Lord, may be known, Has by Thy mighty arm been done; They curse, but let their curse be vain, Thy blessing, Lord, let me obtain. 17 When they arise shamed let them be, But make Thy servant glad in Thee; Let foes be covered with disgrace, And mantle o’er with shame their face. 18 My mouth shall greatly praise the Lord, Yea, with the throng His praise record, For on the poor’s right hand shall He Stand up, his soul from wrong to free. Languages: English Tune Title: SESSIONS

Children of God, Renounce Your Fears

Author: John Fawcett Hymnal: CYBER #12678 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Children of God, renounce your fears, Lo! Jesus for your help appears, And kindly speaks as He draws nigh, "Be not afraid, for it is I." 2 When in the awful tempest tost, You feel your strength and courage lost, And mighty waves roll o’er your head, Your Lord is near, be not afraid. 3 When mournful tidings come from far, Or nations raise tumultuous war, And wide their devastation spread, Yet He is near, be not afraid. 4 The famine, pestilence and sword, Are all obedient to His word; He, riding on the stormy sky, Says, "Fear ye not, for it is I." 5 When earthly joys are from you torn, Or when, with heartfelt grief you mourn, To see your dear relations dead, Yet Jesus lives, be not afraid. 6 When fierce disease attacks your frame, Your Savior’s love is still the same; In death’s dark shade you need not fear For Jesus will be with you there. 7 When stars are from their orbits hurled, And flames consume the guilty world, E’en then your judge will smiling cry, "Be not afraid, for it is I." Languages: English Tune Title: CANONBURY

While O'er The Deep Thy Servants Sail

Author: George Burgess Hymnal: CYBER #12684 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: While o’er the deep Thy servants sail Lyrics: 1 While o’er the deep Thy servants sail, Send Thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale; And on their hearts, where’er they go, O let Thy Spirit’s wind but blow. 2 If on the morning’s wings they fly, They will not pass beyond Thine eye; The wanderer’s prayer Thou bend’st to hear, And faith exults to know Thee near. 3 When tempests rock the groaning bark, O hide them safe in Jesus’ ark; When in the tempting port they ride, O keep them safe at Jesus’ side. 4 If life’s wide ocean smile or roar, Still guide them to the heav’nly shore; And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, Abroad, at home, or in the deep. Languages: English Tune Title: BROOKFIELD

Father Of All, Before Thy Throne

Author: John H. Hinton Hymnal: CYBER #12686 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Father of all! before Thy throne Lyrics: 1 Father of all! before Thy throne, Grateful but anxious parents bow; Look in paternal mercy down, And yield the boon we ask Thee now. 2 ’Tis not for wealth, or joys of earth, Or life prolonged we seek Thy face; ’Tis for a new and heavenly birth, ’Tis for the treasures of Thy grace. 3 ’Tis for their souls’ eternal joy, For rescue from the coming woe; Do not our earnest suit deny; We cannot, cannot let Thee go Languages: English Tune Title: HAMBURG

Land Of Our Birth, We Pledge To Thee

Author: Rudyard Kipling Hymnal: CYBER #12701 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Land of our birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race. 2 Father in Heav’n, who lovest all, O help Thy children when they call; That they may build from age to age An undefilèd heritage! 3 Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, Thy grace may give The truth whereby the nations live. 4 Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day, That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice. 5 Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends, That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favor of the crowd. 6 Teach us the strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak, That, under Thee, we may possess Man’s strength to comfort man’s distress. 7 Teach us delight in simple things, And mirth that has no bitter springs, Forgiveness free of evil done, And love to all men ’neath the sun! 8 Land of our birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died; O motherland, we pledge to thee Head, heart and hand through the years to be! Languages: English Tune Title: TRURO

Thou Hast Indeed Made Manifest

Author: Anna B. Hoppe Hymnal: CYBER #12712 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thou hast indeed made manifest Thy glory, welcome Bridal Guest, Thou art Messiah, we believe; Our adoration, Lord, receive. 2 Be Thou our constant Guest, we pray, O Friend of sinners, come to stay. Our every need do Thou supply, Till we become Thy guests on high. 3 O heavenly Bridegroom, haste, we pray, That long expected wedding day When trumpets sound, to call us home: "The bridal of the Lamb hath come." Languages: English Tune Title: ALLMÄCHTIGER GOTT

We Come Ere Yet The Ills Of Life

Author: James Lombard Hymnal: CYBER #12718 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 We come ere yet the ills of life Have cast their shadows o’er our way, For strength to conquer mid the strife, And bear the burden of the day. 2 Whate’er our lot in life may be, May we its duties well perform, And still Thy goodness, Father see Alike in sunshine and in storm. 3 May we our faithful teachers aid, And grant that in their labors high, They be not weary nor dismayed, Ere yet the harvest time draws nigh. 4 And while within these walls we meet, To gather words of wisdom here, May kindly deeds and converse sweet, Bind every heart in love sincere. Languages: English Tune Title: ARIZONA

Thy Praise, O God, In Zion Waits

Author: Jacob Kimball Hymnal: CYBER #12729 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thy praise, O God, in Zion waits; All flesh shall crowd Thy sacred gates, To offer sacrifice and prayer, And pay their willing homage there. 2 What tho’ iniquity prevail, And feeble flesh be prone to fail; Yet, Lord, Thy grace Thou wilt display, And purge each hateful stain away. 3 Blest is the man approved by Thee, And brought Thy holy courts to see! Goodness, immense and unconfined, Shall largely feast his longing mind. 4 Great God, by Thy almighty hand, The everlasting mountains stand: And every storm, and every flood, Obey Thy all commanding nod. 5 Thy lightnings flashing thro’ the skies, The wide earth fill with sad surprise; But cheered by Thy enlivening voice, Rising and setting suns rejoice. 6 From Thy vast, unexhausted stores, The earth is blest with kindly showers; And savage wilds and deserts drear, Confess Thee, Father of the year. 7 The flocks which graze the mountain’s brow, The corn which clothes the plains below, To every heart new transports bring, And hills and vales rejoice and sing. Languages: English Tune Title: LOUVAN

His Own Received Him Not

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: CYBER #12749 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Surely, if such a thing could be Lyrics: 1 Surely, if such a thing could be, The best of sunlight fell on Thee; The softest of the stars of night Shed down on Thee its sweetest light. 2 Surely, if such a thing could be, Noon kept its gentlest rays for Thee; The lightest of the winds of morn Across Thy weary brow was borne. 3 The freshest dew that eve ere shed Fell in its coolness on Thy head; The fairest of the flowers that bloom Reserved for Thee their rich perfume. 4 Yet tho’ this earth which Thou hast made Its best for Thee might hourly spread, And tho’, if such a thing might be, The best of sunlight fell on Thee, 5 Man had no love to give Thee here, No words of peace, no look of cheer; No tenderness his heart could move, He gave Thee hatred for Thy love. 6 Thy best of love to him was giv’n, The freest, truest grace of Heav’n; His worst of hatred fell on Thee, His worst of scorn and enmity. 7 Life, as its gift for him, Thy love Brought in its fullness from above; Death, of all deaths the sharpest, he In his deep hate prepared for Thee. 8 O love and hate! thus face to face Ye meet in this strange meeting place! O sin and grace, O death and life, Who, who shall conquer in this strife? 9 "Father, forgive," is love’s lone cry, While hatred’s crowd shouts, "Crucify!" How deeply man his God doth hate, God’s love to man how true and great! 10 Love bows the head in dying woe, And hatred seems to triumph now; Life into death is fading fast, And death seems conqueror at last. 11 But night is herald of the day, And hate’s dark triumph but makes way For love’s eternal victory, When life shall live, and death shall die. Languages: English Tune Title: HESPERUS