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In Adam we have all been one

Hymnal: Hymns and Psalms #420b (1983) Hymnal Title: Hymns and Psalms Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymns and Psalms #542a (1983) Hymnal Title: Hymns and Psalms Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS

Boed mawl i'r Sanctaidd yn y nef (Praise to the Holiest in the height)

Author: J. H. N.; D. H. Hymnal: Mawl a chân = praise and song #5 (1952) Hymnal Title: Mawl a chân = praise and song Languages: Welsh Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS

O send your light forth and your truth

Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #348 (1977) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement Scripture: Psalm 43:3-5 Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

O God of truth, whose living word

Author: Thomas Hughes 1822-96 Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #507 (1977) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

'Forgive our sins as we forgive'

Author: Rosamond E. Herklots 1905- Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #564 (1977) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

We'll to God's tabernacles go

Hymnal: The Book of Praise #117a (1918) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Book of Praise Topics: The Church Pastors and Teachers Scripture: Psalm 132:7-9 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS

O Thou My Soul, Bless God the Lord

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5395 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. O thou my soul, bless God the Lord; And all that in me is Be stirrèd up His holy name To magnify and bless. 2. Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God, And not forgetful be Of all His gracious benefits He hath bestowed on thee. 3. Such pity as a father hath And shows his children dear, Like pity shows the Lord to such As worship Him in fear. 4. Yea, unto them that fear the Lord His mercy never ends; And to their children’s children still His righteousness extends. 5. To such as keep His covenant Nor from it go astray, Who His commandments bear in mind And faithfully obey. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS (Greene)

To God I Cried with Mournful Voice

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6572 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. 2. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. 3. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. 4. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. 5. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. 6. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? 7. Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8. But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS (Greene)

The Complaint Of Nature

Author: Michael Bruce, 1746-1767 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9227 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: Few are thy days, and full of woe Lyrics: 1 Few are thy days, and full of woe, O man of woman born! Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art, And shalt to dust return." 2 Determined are the days that fly Successive o’er thy head; The numbered hour is on the wing, That lays thee with the dead. 3 Alas! the little day of life Is shorter than a span; Yet black with thousand hidden ills To miserable man. 4 Gay is thy morning; flattering hope Thy sprightly step attends; But soon the tempest howls behind, And then dark night descends. 5 Before its splendid hour, the cloud Comes o’er the beam of light: A pilgrim in a weary land, Man tarries but a night. 6 Behold! sad emblem of thy state, The flowers that paint the field; Or trees, that crown the mountain’s brow, And boughs and blossoms yield. 7 When chill the blast of winter blows, Away the summer flies, The flowers resign their sunny robes, And all their beauty dies. 8 Nipped by the year, the forest fades; And, shaking to the wind, The leaves toss to and fro, and streak The wilderness behind. 9 The winter past, reviving flowers Anew shall paint the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again: 10 But man departs this earthly scene, Ah! never to return! No second spring shall e’er revive The ashes of the urn. 11 The inexorable doors of death, What hand can e’er unfold? Who from the cerements of the tomb Can raise the human mould? 12 The mighty flood that rolls along Its torrents to the main, The waters lost can ne’er recall From that abyss again. 13 The days, the years, the ages, dark Descending down to night, Can never, never be redeemed Back to the gates of light. 14 So man departs the living scene, To night’s perpetual gloom; The voice of morning ne’er shall break The slumbers of the tomb. 15 Where are our fathers? whither gone The mighty men of old? The patriarchs, prophets, princes, kings, In sacred books enrolled? 16 Gone to the resting place of man, The everlasting home, Where ages past have gone before, Where future ages come. 17 Thus Nature poured the wail of woe, And urged her earnest cry; Her voice in agony extreme Ascended to the sky. 18 The Almighty heard; then from His throne In majesty He rose; And from the heav’n, that opened wide, His voice in mercy flows. 19 "When mortal man resigns his breath, And falls a clod of clay, The soul immortal wings its flight To never setting day. 20 "Prepared of old for wicked men The bed of torment lies; The just shall enter into bliss Immortal in the skies." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS