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Lord, Let Thy Spirit

Author: Valdimar Briem, 1848-1930 Hymnal: CYBER #3855 Meter: 12.10.11.10 First Line: Lord, let Thy Spirit, from earthly passion weaning Lyrics: 1. Lord, let Thy Spirit, from earthly passion weaning, Lead me along Thy will’s all-holy way, To find by faith, on Jesus’ bosom leaning, ’Mid trial, doubt and need, in Him my stay. 2. Lord, let Thy Spirit, new love and life bestowing, Create a holy heart my breast within; That I, into my Savior’s likeness growing, May bear His image through a world of sin. 3. Lord, let Thy Spirit, Thy Word’s deep wealth unsealing, Lighten mine eyes with truth’s celestial fire; In life, in death, the narrow path revealing, Unto the promised land of our desire. Languages: English Tune Title: BERGGREN

I Can't Tell It All

Author: Lelia N. Morris Hymnal: CYBER #11618 Meter: 12.10.12.10 D First Line: Oh, I can’t tell it all, of the wonderful love Refrain First Line: Oh, I can’t tell it all, no, I can’t tell it all Lyrics: 1 Oh, I can’t tell it all, of the wonderful love, How when lost in my sins Jesus found me, With a heart full of love, How He came from above, Threw His strong arms of mercy around me. Refrain: Oh, I can’t tell it all, no, I can’t tell it all, For my heart is so full of His glory; And where’er I may roam, ’Tis my joy to make known, Unto others, the wonderful story. 2 Oh, I can’t tell it all, how He freely forgave; How the blood flowed with wonderful healing O’er my lost, guilty soul, How it cleansed and made whole, While low at the cross I was kneeling. [Refrain] 3 Oh, I can’t tell it all, what a friend He has been; How He’s borne all my sorrows and sadness, How he saves me today, Bids the mists clear away, How He turns all my mourning to gladness. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: MONTECITO

Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

Author: Synesius of Cyrene; Allen W. Chatfield Hymnal: CYBER #4084 Meter: 12.10.12.10.8.12 Lyrics: 1. Lift up thyself, my soul, Above this world’s control! Spend and be spent in holy hymns of praise. Be armed with pure desire, Burn with celestial fire; Unto the King of kings our voice we raise; To Him a crown we weave, and bring A sacrifice of words, a bloodless offering. 2. Thee on the troubled deep, Thee o’er the islands steep, Thee through the mighty continents of land, Thee in the city’s throng, Or mountain tops along, Or when in celebrated plains I stand, Thee, Thee, O blessèd One, I sing, Thee, Thee, O Father of the world, eternal King! 3. Thy praise I hymn by night, Thy praise at morning light, Thy praise by day, Thy praise at eventide. This know the hoary stars, And moon with silver bars, And chiefly He that doth on high preside O’er all the host of Heav’n, the sun Who measuring time for holy souls his course doth run. 4. O mind immutable! O light inscrutable! Thine is the eye that guides the lightning fire, In Thee the ages live, Thou dost their limits give, Who can Thy praises reach, eternal Sire? Thou art beyond the dreams of men; Beyond the reach of mind, or highest angel’s ken. 5. O’er all Thy rule is spread, The living and the dead; To minds that be, the parent mind Thou art; All Heav’n Thou dost control, Thou nourishest the soul, And dost to spirit energy impart, The spring Thou art whence all things flow; And from eternity the root whence all things grow. Languages: English Tune Title: FESTUBURT

I Give Myself to Thee

Author: Mary Mason Hymnal: CYBER #2792 Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Savior, who died for me, I give myself to Thee Lyrics: 1. Savior, who died for me, I give myself to Thee; Thy love so full, so free, claims all my powers; Be this my purpose high, to serve Thee till I die, Whether my path shall lie ’mid thorns or flowers. 2. May it be joy for me to follow only Thee; Thy faithful servant be, Thine to the end; For Thee I’ll do and dare; for Thee the cross I’ll bear; To Thee direct my prayer; on Thee depend. 3. Savior, with me abide; be ever near my side; Support, defend and guide; I look to Thee. I lay my hand in Thine, and fleeting joys resign, If I may call Thee mine eternally. Languages: English Tune Title: LONG BEACH

O Blessèd Jesus! This

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: CYBER #4689 Meter: 12.10.12.10 Lyrics: 1. O blessèd Jesus! This Thy lowly manger is The paradise where oft my soul would feed: Here is the place, my Lord, Where lies th’eternal Word Clothed with our flesh, made like to us indeed. 2. For He whose mighty sway The winds and seas obey, Submits to serve, and stoops to those who sin; The glorious Son of God Doth bear the mortal load Of earth and dust, like us and all our kin. 3. For thus, O God supreme, Wilt Thou our flesh redeem, And rise it to Thy throne o’er every height: Eternal Strength, here Thou To brotherhood dost bow With transient things that pass like mists of night. 4. Thy glory and Thy joy All woe and grief destroy; Thou, heavenly Treasure, dost all wealth restore! Thou deep and living Well! Thou great Immanuel Dost conquer sin and death for evermore! 5. Then come, whoe’er thou art O poor desponding heart, Take courage now, let this thy fears dispel, That since His Son most dear Thy God hath giv’n thee here, It cannot be but God doth love thee well. 6. How often dost thou think Thou thou must surely sink, That hope and comfort are no more for thee; Come hither then and gaze Upon this Infant’s face, And here the love of God incarnate see. 7. Ah now the blessèd door Stands open evermore To all the joys of this world and the next: This Babe will be our Friend, And quickly make an end Of all that faithful hearts long time hath vexed. 8. Then, earth, we care no more To seek thy richest store, If but this treasure will be still our own; And he who holds it fast, Till all this life is past, Our Lord will crown with joy before His throne. Languages: English Tune Title: RINEY

Worship the Lord in the Beauty of Holiness

Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: CYBER #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: CYBER #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: CYBER #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: CYBER #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: CYBER #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