Rock of Ages ~ Hymn

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Words by: Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

God, Who Made the Earth

God, Who Made the Earth

God, who made the earth,
The air, the sky, the sea,
Who gave the light its birth,
He careth for me.

God, who made the grass,
The flower, the fruit, the tree,
The day and night to pass,
He careth for me.

God, who made the sun,
The moon, the stars, is He
Who, when life’s clouds come on,
He careth for me.

God, who made all things,
On earth, in air, in sea,
Who if I lean on Him,
Will care for me.

When in Heav’n’s bright land
I all His loved ones see,
I’ll sing with that blest band,
God careth for me.

Words: Sarah B. Rhodes, 1870.

O Lord, Look Down from Heaven ~ Hymn

“O Lord, Look Down from Heaven, Behold”
by Martin Luther, 1483-1546

O Lord, look down from heaven, behold
And let Thy pity waken:
How few are we within Thy Fold,
Thy saints by men forsaken!
True faith seems quenched on every hand,
Men suffer not Thy Word to stand;
Dark times have us o’ertaken.

With fraud which they themselves invent
Thy truth they have confounded;
Their hearts are not with one consent
On Thy pure doctrine grounded.
While they parade with outward show,
They lead the people to and fro,
In error’s maze astounded.

May God root out all heresy
And of false teachers rid us
Who proudly say: “Now, where is he
That shall our speech forbid us?
By right or might we shall prevail;
What we determine cannot fail;
We own no lord and master.”

Therefore saith God, “I must arise,
The poor My help are needing;
To Me ascend My people’s cries,
And I have heard their pleading.
For them My saving Word shall fight
And fearlessly and sharply smite,
The poor with might defending.”

As silver tried by fire is pure
From all adulteration,
So through God’s Word shall men endure
Each trial and temptation.
Its light beams brighter through the cross,
And, purified from human dross,
It shines through every nation.

Thy truth defend, O God, and stay
This evil generation;
And from the error of their way
Keep Thine own congregation.
The wicked everywhere abound
And would Thy little flock confound;
But Thou art our Salvation.

 

Jesus, Holy, Undefiled ~ Hymn

Jesus, Holy, Undefiled

Jesus, holy, undefiled,
Listen to a little child;
Thou hast sent the glorious light,
Chasing far the silent night.

Thou hast sent the sun to shine,
O’er this glorious world of Thine;
Warmth to give and pleasant glow,
On each tender flower below.

Now the little birds arise,
Chirping gaily in the skies;
Thee their tiny voices praise,
In the early songs they raise.

Thou, by whom the birds are fed,
Give to me my daily bread;
And Thy Holy Spirit give,
Without whom I cannot live.

Words: Emily M. Shapcote, 1852.

Until He Come!

Until He Come

Until He come—for sure the Master cometh—
Until He come my heart shall watch and yearn
With eager love for Him my soul so loveth
My Lord and king, who said, I will return.

Until He come! For surely comes the dawning
Of brightest day this world has ever known,
When light of Heaven’s own eternal morning
Illumines earth with glory from the throne.

Until He come! Then flee all fear and sadness,
Lost, ever lost in depths of love divine!
Then ne’er a tear but born of heart’s deep gladness
That I am His, that He the King is mine!

Until He come! Then rapture overflowing
When from the skies He comes His own to claim!
O day of days, the Savior’s splendors showing,
The glory of His all excelling name!

Words: Ernst G.W. Wesley, 1921

Sweetly the Holy Hymn

Sweetly the Holy Hymn

Sweetly the holy hymn
Breaks on the morning air;
Before the world with smoke is dim
We meet to offer prayer.

While flowers are wet with dews,
Dew of our souls, descend:
Ere yet the sun the day renews,
O Lord, Thy Spirit send.

Upon the battlefield,
Before the fight begins,
We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield,
To guard us from our sins.

Ere yet our vessel sails
Upon the stream of day
We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way!

On the lone mountain side,
Before the morning’s light,
The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
And rose refreshed with might.

Oh, hear us then, for we
Are very weak and frail,
We make the Savior’s name our plea,
And surely must prevail.

Words: Charles Spurgeon, 1849.