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The word, O God, Like Dew Restoreth
Author: E. Boye; C. B. Garve Meter: 9.8.9.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 First Line: Thy Word, O God, like dew, restoreth Lyrics: 1 Thy Word, O God, like dew, restoreth
My fainting soul to strength and peace,
And, as a balm, from heaven poureth
And gives my heart from pain surcease;
Oh, make this field of Jesus bear
The fruit of faith through Thy sweet care.
2 Thy Word, O God, like sword and arrow
Cuts through the sinful world's disguise
And piercing even bone and marrow,
Lays bare the heart before Thine eyes;
Let men before its power fall
And unto Thee for mercy call.
3 Thy Word is like the star of glory
That led the wise men on their way;
It tells the world the wondrous story
Of Him who is our Hope and Stay;
Let all behold this glorious star
And reach their home from lands afar.
Topics: The Word Used With Tune: [Thy Word, O God, like dew restoreth]
The word, O God, Like Dew Restoreth
My Soul Has Found The Sure Foundation
Author: I. A. Rothe Meter: 9.8.9.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 Lyrics: 1 My soul has found the sure foundation
That holds its anchor evermore;
The wounds of Christ are my salvation,
As planned by God in days of yore.
Unmoved will this foundation stay
When earth and heaven pass away.
2 It is that deep commiseration
Which all our thinking far transcends,
And which the God of all creation
To every sinner now extends.
His heart in pity beats for all,
And He would have us heed His call.
3 God wants no human soul to perish
But wishes us to live for aye.
His Son, whom we as Savior cherish,
Came down to earth our debt to pay;
And now the Lamb for sinners slain
Admission to our hearts would gain.
4 O Fount of love and mercies tender
By Jesus' blood for sinners spilt,
My wounded soul Thou whole dost render
And free from every trace of guilt,
Because the blood of Christ doth cry
For mercy to Thy throne on high.
5 Thy mercies ever contemplating,
My faith shall ne'er to doubt give way,
And tho' in torments unabating
My sins accuse me night and day,
I will approach the mercy seat
And find my heart with love replete.
6 Be all my ways to Him commended
Whose mercy is the boundless sea.
To Him, until my days are ended,
My troubled heart shall ever flee,
And, by His love and mercy blest,
Find comfort, solace, peace and rest.
7 On this foundation e'er remaining
While in this transient world I dwell,
And mercy every hour obtaining,
I shall not fail its praise to tell,
Until, in blest eternity,
Unfathomed love my song shall be. Topics: Faith and Justification Used With Tune: [My soul has found the sure foundation]
My Soul Has Found The Sure Foundation
O Joyful Message, Sent From Heaven
Author: Anna Hoppe Meter: 9.8.9.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 O joyful message, sent from heaven
To Israel in days of old!
O gracious promise, freely given,
And by inspired seers foretold,
Who prophesied in dismal night:
At eventide it shall be light.
2 Then Shiloh came, the long-expected,
And night was changed to fairest day.
He came to cheer a world dejected
Tho' in a lowly crib He lay,
While o'er Him shone the beaming star
That led the wise men from afar.
3 Down thro' the years the Gospel story
Has shed its brightness far and near,
And Gentile lands behold the glory
Of Christ, the Morning Star so clear.
Salvation's beams dispel the night,
And so at even it is light.
4 O precious hope! With jubilations
We hail Jerusalem on high,
The city fair that hath foundations,
The land of bliss beyond the sky;
There dwell the saints in glory bright,
And evermore it shall be light. Topics: The Church Year Advent Used With Tune: NIELSEN
O Joyful Message, Sent From Heaven
Oh, That I Had A Thousand Voices
Author: J. Mentzer; Grundtvig Meter: 9.8.9.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Oh, that I had a thousand voices,
They should be raised to Christ, my Lord!
My hungry soul in Him rejoices
With saints above in sweet accord.
Oh, that I might extol His name
And to the world His grace proclaim!
2 Let storms but rage, the forest felling,
Let gloomy pines their sighings raise,
But come with me, your voices swelling,
Break forth, break forth in songs of praise!
Ye flowers all your splendor lend,
To praise the Lord your efforts bend.
3 Step forward ye that life were given,
All creatures with a God-made voice,
And join with me, in thanks to heaven.
Rejoice with me, rejoice, rejoice!
Let all exalt His grace in song;
He guardeth you with ramparts strong.
4 Depart vain world, with grief and sadness,
Thou shalt no more my heart depress;
My Savior fills my soul with gladness;
He comforts me in all distress.
Be praise and honor unto Thee,
O Lord, throughout eternity!
5 My soul exalts Thy lovingkindess
Until my final hour is come;
Were I made speechless, struck with blindness,
And even losing hearth and home,
I should not cease to pray and sigh
And lift my thoughts to Thee on high.
6 The feeble thanks that I can render,
Thou slightest not, O dearest Lord!
Some day at home in heaven's splendor,
With angels' choir in sweet accord,
My grateful thanks to Thee I raise,
While thousand voices sing Thy praise. Topics: Praise Used With Tune: [Oh, that I had a thousand voices]
Oh, That I Had A Thousand Voices
