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| Re: Hymns | | Charles Wesley, Hymns on the Lords Supper, 1745, number 57.
O the depth of love divine, thunfathomable grace! Who shall say how bread and wine God into us conveys! How the bread His flesh imparts, how the wine transmits His blood, Fills His faithful peoples hearts with all the life of God!
Let the wisest mortals show how we the grace receive; Feeble elements bestow a power not theirs to give. Who explains the wondrous way, how through these the virtue came? These the virtue did convey, yet still remain the same.
How can spirits heavenward rise, by earthly matter fed, Drink herewith divine supplies and eat immortal bread? Ask the Fathers wisdom how: Christ Who did the means ordain; Angels round our altars bow to search it out, in vain.
Sure and real is the grace, the manner be unknown; Only meet us in thy ways and perfect us in one. Let us taste the heavenly powers, Lord, we ask for nothing more. Thine to bless, tis only ours to wonder and adore.
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| 2007/9/24 11:18 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: | | I dident have this whole hymn and a dear sister PM me and had found it. Here is the whole hymn, it is a beautiful hymn!
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuels veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away. Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Eer since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, Ill sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave. Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be, For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me! Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine, To sound in God the Fathers ears no other name but Thine.
by William Cowper _________________ CHRISTIAN
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| 2007/9/27 7:39 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: | | SEE HIM IN RAIMENT RENT
See Him in raiment rent, With His blood dyed: Women walk sorrowing, By His side.
Heavy that cross to Him, Weary the weight: One who will help Him stands At the gate.
Multitudes hurrying Pass on the road: Simon is sharing with Him the load.
Who is this traveling With the curst tree This weary prisoner Who is He?
Follow to Calvary, Tread where He rod: This is the Lord of life Son of God.
Is there no loveliness You who pass by In that lone Figure which Marks the sky?
You Who would love Him, stand, Gaze at His face; Tarry awhile in your Worldly race.
As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Jesus, in penitence, Let us seek.
On the cross lifted up, Thy face I scan, Scarred by that agony Son of Man.
Thorns form Thy diadem, Rough wood Thy throne, To Thee Thy outstretched arms Draw Thine own.
Nails hold Thy hands and feet, While on Thy breast Sinketh Thy bleeding head Sore oppressed.
Loud is Thy bitter cry, Rending the night, As to Thy darkened eyes Fails the light.
Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day; Friends and disciples stand Far away.
Loud scoffs the dying thief, Mocking Thy woe; Can this my Savior be Brought so low?
Yes, see the title clear, Written above, Jesus of Nazareth, Name of love!
What, O my Savior dear, What didst Thou see, That made Thee suffer and Die for me?
Child of My grief and pain! From realms above, I came to lead thee to Life and love.
For thee My blood I shed, For thee I died; Safe in thy faithfulness Now abide.
I saw thee wandering, Weak and at strife; I am the Way for thee, Truth and life.
Follow My path of pain, Tread where I trod: This is the way of peace Up to God.
O I will follow Thee, Star of my soul! Through the great dark I press To the goal.
Yes, let me know Thy grief, Carry Thy cross, Share in Thy sacrifice, Gain Thy loss.
Daily Ill prove my love, Through joy and woe; Where Thy hands point the way, There I go.
Lead me on year by year, Safe to the end, Jesus, my Lord, my Life, King and Friend.
Words: Edward Monro and Mrs. M. Dearmer, in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906); this version is a recast of Monros In His Own Raiment Clad, in A Supplement to Hymns used in the Church of St. John the Evangelist, Leeds (Leeds, England: E. W. Sharp, 1864). _________________ CHRISTIAN
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| 2007/12/25 7:19 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: Hymns | | John Hunter, Hymns of Faith and Life, 1889.
Dear Jesus, in Whose life I see All that I would, but fail to be, Let Thy clear light forever shine, To shame and guide this life of mine.
Though what I dream and what I do In my weak days are always two, Help me, oppressed by things undone, O Thou Whose deeds and dreams were one!
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| 2008/3/11 7:13 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: Hymns | | Words: Mary B. Slade, in The Amaranth, by Atticus G. Haygood and Rigdon M. McIntosh (Nashville, Tennessee: 1871).
Music: Asa B. Everett
Sweetly, Lord, have we heard Thee calling, Come, follow Me! And we see where Thy footprints falling Lead us to Thee.
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Footprints of Jesus, That make the pathway glow; We will follow the steps of Jesus Whereer they go.
Though they lead oer the cold, dark mountains, Seeking His sheep; Or along by Siloams fountains, Helping the weak.
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If they lead through the temple holy, Preaching the Word; Or in homes of the poor and lowly, Serving the Lord.
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Though, dear Lord, in Thy pathway keeping, We follow Thee; Through the gloom of that place of weeping, Gethsemane!
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If Thy way and its sorrows bearing, We go again, Up the slope of the hillside, bearing Our cross of pain.
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By and by, through the shining portals, Turning our feet, We shall walk, with the glad immortals, Heavns golden street.
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Then at last when on high He sees us, Our journey done, We will rest where the steps of Jesus End at His throne.
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[url=http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/f/o/footprin.htm]Cyberhymnal[/url] _________________ CHRISTIAN
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| 2008/3/11 7:15 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: | | A COLLECTION OF HYMNS, FOR THE USE OF THE PEOPLE CALLED METHODISTS. BY THE REV. JOHN WESLEY
I was "browsing" through a online version of this songbook, and this "heading" just spoke to me, what songs they sang back then....
[i]PART III.
SECTION I. Praying for Repentance 99
II. For Mourners convinced of Sin 108
III. For Persons convinced of Backsliding 168
IV. For Backsliders recovered 182 [/i]
(60 pages of hymns about convicyion of sin!)
here are some out takes.
1 ENSLAVED to sense, to pleasure prone, Fond of created good, Father, our helplessness we own, And trembling taste our food.
2 Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more To thee the creatures lead; Changed, they exert a baneful power, And poison while they feed.
3 Cursed for the sake of wretched man, They now engross him whole; With pleasing force on earth detain, And sensualize his soul.
4 Grovelling on earth we still must lie, Till Christ the curse repeal; Till Christ, descending from on high, Infected nature heal.
5 Come then, our heavenly Adam, come, Thy healing influence give, Hallow our food, reverse our doom, And bid us eat and live!
6 The bondage of corruption break, For this our spirits groan; Thy only will we fain would seek, O save us from our own!
7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide; Let all our actions tend To thee their source; thy love the guide, Thy glory be the end.
8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be, Sense shall point out the road, The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God.
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1 WITH glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me?
2 Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart? Answer, thou Man of grief and love, And speak it to my heart!
3 In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design; What meant the suffering Son of man, The streaming blood divine?
4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That I may now perceive thee near, And my Redeemer know?
5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace, The wounds which all thy sorrows heal, That dear disfigured face.
6 Before my eyes of faith confest, Stand forth a slaughtered Lamb; And wrap me in thy crimson vest, And tell me all thy name.
7 Jehovah in thy person show, Jehovah crucified! And then the pardoning God I know, And feel the blood applied;
8 I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see, And gaze, transported at the sight, Through all eternity.
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1 YIELD to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name is Love.
2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me! I hear thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love thou art; To me, to all, thy bowels move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see thee face to face, I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art. Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart. But stay and love me to the end, Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
5 The Sun of righteousness on me Hath rose with healing in his wings, Withered my nature's strength; from thee My soul its life and succour brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
6 Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On thee alone for strength depend, Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
7 Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home, Through all eternity to prove Thy nature and thy name is Love.
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1 MY God, my God, to thee I cry, Thee only would I know; Thy purifying blood apply, And wash me white as snow.
2 Touch me, and make the leper clean; Purge my iniquity; Unless thou wash my soul from sin, I have no part in thee.
3 But art thou not already mine? Answer, if mine thou art! Whisper within, thou Love divine, And cheer my drooping heart.
4 Tell me again my peace is made, And bid the sinner live; The debt's discharged, the ransom's paid, My Father must forgive.
5 Behold, for me the victim bleeds, His wounds are opened wide; For me the blood of sprinkling pleads, And speaks me justified.
6 O why did I my Saviour leave? So soon unfaithful prove! How could I thy good Spirit grieve, And sin against thy love?
7 I forced thee first to disappear, I turned thy face aside; Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here, Thy servant had not died.
8 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er, And pardoning love takes place! Assist me, Saviour, to adore The riches of thy grace.
9 O could I lose myself in thee, Thy depth of mercy prove, Thou vast, unfathomable sea Of unexhausted love!
10 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies; How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes?
11 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be in my all. _________________ CHRISTIAN
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| 2008/3/11 7:28 | Profile | hmmhmm Member
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| Re: Hymns | | The call to arms is sounding, The foemen muster strong; While saints beneath the altar Are crying, Lord, how long? The living and the loving Christs royal standard raise, And marching on to conflict Shout forth their Captains praise.
No time for self-indulgence, For resting by the way; Repose will come at even, But toil is for the day; Work, like the blessèd Jesus, Who from His earliest youth Would do His Fathers business And witness for the truth.
For the one Faith, the true Faith, The Faith which cannot fail, For the one Church, the true Church, Gainst which no foes prevail; Made one with God incarnate, We in His might must win The glory of self-conquest, Of victory over sin.
Behold! upon Mount Sion A glorious people stand, A crown on every forehead, A palm in every hand; Lo! these are they who boldly The Name of Christ confessed, And now triumphant praise Him In Heavns unresting rest.
O Jesu! Who art waiting Thy faithful ones to crown, Vouchsafe to bless our conflict, Our loving service own; Come in each heart forever As King adored to reign, Till we with saints triumphant Uplift the victor strain.
Claudia F. Hernaman, in Crown of Life, 1886. _________________ CHRISTIAN
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