Hymns

Hymn: a song of praise to God.

[hymnlyrics]

See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph; see the King in royal state, riding on the clouds, his chariot,  to his heavenly palace gate. Hark! the choirs of angel voices  joyful alleluias sing, and the portals high are lifted  to receive their heavenly King.

Who is this that comes in glory,  with the trump of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies,  he has gained the victory. he who on the cross did suffer,  he who from the grave arose, he has vanquished sin and Satan,  he by death has spoiled his foes. While he raised his hands in blessing,  he was parted from his friends while their eager eyes behold him,  he upon the clouds ascends; he who walked with God and pleased him,  preaching truth and doom to come, he, our Enoch, is translated  to his everlasting home. Now our heavenly Aaron enters,  with his blood, within the veil; Joshua now is come to Canaan,  and the kings before him quail; now he plants the tribes of Israel  in their promised resting place; now our great Elijah offers  double portion of his grace. He has raised our human nature on the clouds to God's right hand; there we sit in heavenly places, there with him in glory stand: Jesus reigns, adored by angels; man with God is on the throne; mighty Lord, in thine ascension we by faith behold our own. Glory be to God the Father,  glory be to God the Son, dying, risen, ascending for us,  who the heavenly realm has won; glory to the Holy Spirit, t to One God in persons Three; glory both in earth and heaven,  glory, endless glory, be.

[hymnlyrics]

Here, O my Lord, I see you face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen, Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace, And all my weariness upon you lean.

Here would I feed upon the bread of God, Here drink with you the royal wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

This is the hour of banquet and of song;  Here is the heavenly table spread anew; Here let me feast and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with you.

I have no help but yours; nor do I need Another arm but yours to lean upon; It is enough, O Lord, enough indeed; My strength is in your might, your might alone.

Mine is the sin but yours the righteousness; Mine is the guilt but yours the cleansing blood; Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace; Your blood, your righteousness, O Lord, my God.

Too soon we rise; the vessels disappear; The feast, though not the love, is past and gone. The bread and wine remove, but you are here, Nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by. Yet, passing, points to that glad feast above, Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb’s great marriage feast of bliss and love.

[lissewale]

Hail the heav’n born Prince of Peace Hail the Sun of Righteousness Light and life to all he brings Risen with healing in his wings Mild he lays his glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark the herald angels sing: Glory to the new-born King!

Last verse of Hark the Herald Angels Sing (via lissewale)

[sejtraav]

O that day, when free from sinning, I shall see thy lovely face! Full arrayed in blood-washed linen, how I’ll sing thy sovereign grace! Come, my Lord! No longer tarry! Bring thy promises to pass! For I know thy power will lead me till I’m home with thee at last.

Come thou Fount

(via sejtraav)

[hymnlyrics]

We have heard the joyful sound: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Spread the tidings all around: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Bear the news to every land, climb the mountains, cross the waves; Onward! ’tis our Lord’s command; Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Waft it on the rolling tide: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Tell to sinners far and wide: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Sing, you islands of the sea; echo back, you ocean caves; Earth shall keep her jubilee: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Sing above the battle strife: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! By His death and endless life Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Shout it brightly through the gloom, when the heart for mercy craves; Sing in triumph o’er the tomb: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Give the winds a mighty voice: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Let the nations now rejoice: Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Shout salvation full and free; highest hills and deepest caves; This our song of victory: Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

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O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.

[circumnavigating]

i’m in a church history class, and my lecturer just mentioned that this is his favourite hymn. i’ve never heard it before; i’m so glad i have now.

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart, Hear what Christ the Saviour says. Every word should joy impart, Change thy mourning into praise. Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee, May he help thee to believe! Then thou presently wilt see, Thou hast little cause to grieve.

"Fear thou not, nor be ashamed, All thy sorrows soon shall end. I who heaven and earth have framed, Am thy husband and thy friend. I the High and Holy One, Israel’s GOD by all adored, As thy Saviour will be known, Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.”

“For a moment I withdrew, And thy heart was filled with pain, But my mercies I’ll renew, Thou shalt soon rejoice again. Though I scorn to hide my face, Very soon my wrath shall cease. ‘Tis but for a moment’s space, Ending in eternal peace.”

“When my peaceful bow appears, Painted on the watery cloud, ‘Tis to dissipate thy fears, Lest the earth should be overflowed. ‘Tis an emblem too of grace, Of my covenant love a sign. Though the mountains leave their place, Thou shalt be forever mine.

Though afflicted, tempest-tossed, Comfortless awhile thou art, Do not think thou canst be lost, Thou art graven on my heart. All thy walls I will repair, Thou shalt be rebuilt anew, And in thee it shall appear, What a God of love can do.

—John Newton

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Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, O Prophet, Priest and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath, And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death!

[hymnlyrics]

Out of need and out of custom we have gathered here again To the gathering we are bringing love and laughter, greif and pain Some believing, some rejoicing, some afraid and some in doubt; Now we come our questions voicing, we would search these matters out. We now come our masks displaying, fearing that we shall be known, Foolish games forever playing, feeling meanwhile so alone. Let pretension's power be broken, to be open let us dare; Let the truth in love be spoken, let us now the searching share. We have heard the glowing stories of the things that God has done, Of His power and His glory, of His love in Christ, His Son. God of human transformation, for your presence now we pray; Lead us ever on the journey as we gather here today.

"Out of need and out of custom"

[athenagraceco]

The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory But on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth But on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory Of Emmanuel’s land.

The Sands of Time are Sinking (via athenagracee)

[hymnlyrics]

Through our God we shall do valiantly. It is He who will tread down our enemies We'll sing and shout His victory. Christ is King, For God has won the victory And set His people free. His word has slain the enemy. The earth shall stand and see that... Through our God we shall do valiantly. It is He who will tread down our enemies We'll sing and shout His victory. Christ is King! Christ is King! Christ is King!

[ryelmo]

“O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend; ‘Even so’ - it is well with my soul.”

[hymnlyrics]

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

[sejtraav]

In Christ Alone lyrics/bible verse mapping (from Dave Miers)

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Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood. Hallelujah! What a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless we; Spotless Lamb of God was He; “Full atonement!” can it be? Hallelujah! What a Savior! Lifted up was He to die; “It is finished!” was His cry; Now in Heav’n exalted high. Hallelujah! What a Savior! When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew His song we’ll sing: Hallelujah! What a Savior!

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All glory laud and honor to thee, Redeemer King. To whom the lips of children make sweet hosannas ring.

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Thanks, O God, for boundless mercy From Thy gracious throne above; Thanks for ev’ry need provided From the fullness of Thy love! Thanks for daily toil and labour And for rest when shadows fall; Thanks for love of friend and neighbour And Thy goodness unto all! Thanks for thorns as well as roses, Thanks for weakness and for health; Thanks for clouds as well as sunshine, Thanks for poverty and wealth! Thanks for pain as well as pleasure— All Thou sendest day by day; And Thy Word, our dearest treasure, Shedding light upon our way. Thanks, O God, for home and fireside, Where we share our daily bread; Thanks for hours of sweet communion, When by Thee our souls are fed! Thanks for grace in time of sorrow And for joy and peace in Thee; Thanks for hope today, tomorrow, And for all eternity!

Thanks, O God, for boundless mercy

I think I've said this before, but one of the most mind-boggling aspects of Christianity, is that we can and do and should thank God for things such as our "daily toil and labour", for thorns, weakness, clouds, poverty, and pain. What a gift. What a culture-upturning gift.