That I have known thy sacred word. Father of mercies, bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer: We plead for those who plead for thee; Successful pleaders may they be. 5 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. Shall be my lot; If that wherein my hopes delight. Justice, and truth, and judgment join. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics chords. L. P. M. The entrance of thy word giveth light.
2 From age to age unchanging, still the same. In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, 5 Thus may I rejoice to show. 3 The foolish builders, scribe, and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. Now the ransom's paid, "Receive my soul! " By his own hand he leadeth me.
Its unexhausted store; And universal nature lives. Of grace and peace divine; Be thine the crown of glory now, The palm of victory thine! 5 Around, beneath, below, above, Wherever space extends, There heaven displays its boundless love, And power with goodness blends. 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, My quivering lips shall sing, Where is thy boasted victory, grave? Let us go into the house of the Lord. They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics.html. Before the Lord we speak, To him we make our solemn vow—. Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord, remember me! On any shore, since God is there. 3 No idling now, no wasteful sleep; We trim our lamps, our vigils keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight, No thought of yielding or of flight; 4 No love of present gain nor ease, No seeking man nor self to please.
5 Shrink not though earth and hell oppose, But plead your Master's cause; Nor doubt that e'en your mighty foes. He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all say. By ancient heroes trod; Ambitious view those holy men. 2 What was thy crime, my dearest Lord? 3 Sing on your heavenly way, You ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day. 3 No night shall be in heaven. 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, He will restore our peace; For he who bade the tempest roar. 2 Thou knowest not which seed shall grow, Or which may die, or live; In faith, and hope, and patience, sow! They hung him high they stretched him wide lyrics.com. 4 O gladly tread the narrow path. Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth, Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth, Strength to the feeble and hope to despair, 2 Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Or else our service will but mock. Of silent prayer may make. The work of an almighty hand. On glorious victory. 2 Blessed be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead has brought his Son! Lord, now we part in thy blest name. 2 Before the gracious throne we bow. 2 Thou knowest not which shall thrive—.
As uncontrolled and free; O, not mine own! 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber—. From the new Jerusalem. 5 "Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour; Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign, Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, And follow thy glorious train. In yonder humble manger, Christ, the Lord, is born to-day. The Lord is nigh to all that call on him. Give him the thanks his love demands. And daughters sound thy praise, And shine like polished stones.
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Of thy short life is past; I can not long continue here, And this may be my last. My peace I give unto you. Could make me so rejoice. 2 I'm weary of the strife within; Strong powers against my soul contest; O, let me turn from self and sin, To thy dear cross, for there is rest!
For the solemn work of prayer; Grant that while we bend the knee, All our thoughts may turn to thee; Let thy presence here be found, Breathing peace and joy around. E'en there we'll go with thee; We'll meet the tempest at thy word, And walk upon the sea! Through all the perils of the way; Eternal love, in thee we rest, For ever safe, for ever blest. Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. Arm of the Lord, awake! To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love. Of sin and weariness—. To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! Rest, on thee alone reclined; Every anxious thought repress; Keep our souls in perfect peace. Redeeming grace and dying love.
His recompense is sure; For more shall be restored. Jesus called them long ago; All the wintery time they're passing, Softly as the falling snow. The poor and the needy, from foes that assail; Thy bow and thy quiver shall vanquish for ever. In whom we have redemption. Eternity thy love shall show, And all thy truth record. Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine, What to repay such gifts as thine? I know, I see, Love for me—yes, even me. At midnight there was a cry made. The Conqueror comes! When, in the hour of lonely woe, I give my sorrows leave to flow, And anxious fear and dark distrust.
For ever be thine name adored. His truth and promise seal the grace. Thy little flock behold, And guide us by thy staff and rod, The children of thy fold. In service of thy Lord; And then a golden chaplet. The shadow of a great rock, etc. O God, thy grace and blessing give. Rolling in majestic pride!
Teach us, in time of deep distress, To own thy hand, O God, 2 In every changing scene of life, Whate'er that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with thee. 4 O Lord, the ardor of thy love. To cheer with hope the fainting soul, 4 Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice, Shall bid the song of rapture sound; Praise of God peculiarly due from man. Christ a merciful High Priest. Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. 2 To thee I come, a sinner poor, And wait for mercy at thy door; Indeed, I've nowhere else to flee; 3 To thee I come, a sinner weak, And scarce know how to pray or speak; From fear and weakness set me free; 4 To thee I come, a sinner vile; Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile! Sweet with eternal good—. Have we no tears to shed for him, While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride? O thou pure light of souls that love, True joy of every human breast, Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Saviour and Redeemer blest! With the brave heart and steady eye, We onward march to victory. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground.
Have won their immortality, And they can die no more. You hold me in the midnight hour; You hold me in the midnight hour. 2 What though your arduous task may lie. 6 Shall they be satisfied? 3 To thee, thee only, will I cleave; Thy word is all my plea; That word is truth, and I believe—.