924 8s, 7s & 4s. Songs for sighing.
Hallelujah! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! Hallelujah! thou repeatest, Angel-host, these notes of love; This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move.
2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, Join the concert of the sky: Hallelujah! bright and glorious! Lift, ye saints, this strain on high! We, poor exiles, Join not yet your melody.
3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Comfort not the faint and worn; Hallelujah! sounds of sadness Best become the heart forlorn; Our offenses We with bitter tears must mourn.
4 But our earnest supplication, Holy God! we raise to thee; Visit us with thy salvation, Make us all thy peace to see! Hallelujah! Ours at length this strain shall be.
925 P. M. O God! be thou my stay.
Father, O hear me now! Father divine! Thou, only thou, canst see The heart’s deep agony: Help me to say to thee “Thy will, not mine!”
2 O God! be thou my stay In this dark hour; Kindly each sorrow hear, Hush every troubled fear, Thee let me still revere, Still own thy power.
3 In thee alone I trust, Thou Holy One! Humbly to thee I pray That through each troubled day Of life, I still may say, “Thy will be done!”
926 6s. Changed from glory to glory. 2 Cor. 3:18.
I did thee wrong, my God; I wronged thy truth and love; I fretted at the rod— Against thy power I strove.
2 Come nearer, nearer still; Let not thy light depart; Bend, break this stubborn will; Dissolve this iron heart!
3 Less wayward let me be, More pliable and mild; In glad simplicity More like a trustful child.
4 Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of thee; O, keep me in the way, However rough it be.
5 Less of the flesh each day, Less of the world and sin; More of thy Son, I pray, More of thyself within.
6 More molded to thy will, Lord, let thy servant be; Higher and higher still, More, and still more, like thee!
927 6s & 4s. Worthy the Lamb.
Come, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus’ fame: Tell what his love hath done; Trust in his name alone; Shout to his lofty throne, “Worthy the Lamb!”
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad theme: To Christ, our gracious King, Strike each melodious string; Join heart and voice to sing, “Worthy the Lamb!”
3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour’s love, Dwell on his name! There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned; While all the heavens resound, “Worthy the Lamb!”
928 6s & 4s. Nearer to thee.
Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
2 Though like the wanderer, Daylight all gone, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to thee— Nearer to thee!
3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee! Nearer to thee.
4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer my God, to thee— Nearer to thee!
5 Or, if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
929 12s & 11s. My God and my all.
While thou, O my God, art my help and defender, No cares can o’erwhelm me, no terrors appall: The wiles and the snares of this world will but render More lively my hope in my God and my all.
2 Yes; thou art my refuge in sorrow and danger; My strength when I suffer; my hope when I fall; My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger; My treasure, my glory, my God, and my all.
3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing, Though grief may oppress me or sorrow befall; And love thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing, Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all.
4 And when thou demandest the life thou hast given, With joy will I answer thy merciful call; And quit thee on earth, but to find thee in heaven— My portion for ever, my God and my all.
930 11s & 10s. A little while. John 14:19.
O for the peace that floweth as a river, Making life’s desert places bloom and smile; O for that faith to grasp the glad For ever, Amid the shadows of earth’s Little While!
2 A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song.