1. As a deer longs for flow - ing streams, So my. 1. soul longs for You, O God. My. 1. heart pants for God, How I thirst for the li - ving God!

Transcription

1 HOPE IN GOD and refrain Psalm 42; 43:3 4 f = F v. 3 ( ) ( ) à À apple à À apple À À 211 Kay Carney (nee Roinson) arr. Evniki Hudson As a deer lons for flow in streams, So my soul lons for You, O God. y heart pants for God, How I thirst for the li vin God! À / When shall I see my God? À REFRAIN / À F Why are you cast down, O my soul? And

2 À why are you dis tured with in me? Hope in God for I shall a ain praise Him À À À Who is my help and my God. usic 1983 Kay Carney (nee Roinson). Used y permission. Arranement 1993 Evniki Hudson. Used y permission. For my tears are my food oth day and niht, While men taunt me, and say, Where is your God? I rememer the joy I once knew in the house of God: I shall aain praise God. Deep calls to deep Your waves rush over me; Yet Your love still upholds me constantly: Thouh it seems I m forotten Oppressed y my enemies y hope shall e in God. Send Your liht and Your truth let them lead me, Let them rin me aain to worship You; Then with joy I will praise You For You have delivered me; You are my help, and my God. Words 1983 Kay Carney (nee Roinson). Used y permission. :211p2

3 212 ARTYRDO (2) Adapted from Huh Wilson y Roert Archiald Smith o / As pants the hart for coolin streams, When heated in the chase, So lons my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshin race. For Thee, my God, the livin God, y thirsty soul doth pine; O when shall I ehold Thy face, Thou ajesty divine! God of my strenth, how lon shall I, Like one forotten, mourn? Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressor s scorn. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sin The praise of Him who is thy God, Thy health s eternal sprin. 5. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be lory, as it was, is now, And shall e evermore. Nahum Tate, Nicholas Brady,

4 213 JACKSON (Byzantium) Thomas Jackson, ] À Ã À À / Ã Come, O Thou allvictorious Lord, Thy power to us make known; Strike with the hammer of Thy word, And reak these hearts of stone. O that we all miht now ein Our foolishness to mourn, And turn at once from every sin, And to our Saviour turn! Give us ourselves and Thee to know, In this our racious day; Repentance unto life estow, And take our sins away. Conclude us first in unelief, And freely then release; Fill every soul with sacred rief, And then with sacred peace. 5. Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve, And then enrich the poor; The knowlede of our sickness ive, The knowlede of our cure. 6. That lessèd sense of uilt impart, And then remove the load; Troule, and wash the trouled heart In the atonin lood. 7. Our desperate state throuh sin declare, And speak our sins foriven; By perfect holiness prepare, And take us up to heaven. Charles Wesley,

5 ST ATTHIAS À apple William Henry onk, o ] 4 4 À ] apple ] Ã apple ] À apple o ] ] ] o / Ã Ã / À

6 214 Come, O Thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, ut cannot see! y company efore is one, And I am left alone with Thee; With Thee all niht I mean to stay, And wrestle till the reak of day. I need not tell Thee who I am, y misery and sin declare; Thyself hast called me y my name; Look on Thy hands, and read it there: But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. In vain Thou strulest to et free; I never will unloose my hold! Art Thou the an that died for me? The secret of Thy love unfold: Wrestlin, I will not let Thee o, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterale name? Tell me, I still eseech Thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am: Wrestlin, I will not let Thee o, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 5. Tis all in vain to hold Thy tonue, Or touch the hollow of my thih; Thouh every sinew e unstrun, Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly; Wrestlin, I will not let Thee o Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 6. What thouh my shrinkin flesh complain, And murmur to contend so lon? I rise superior to my pain, When I am weak, then I am stron; And when my all of strenth shall fail, I shall with the Godan prevail. * * * 7. y strenth is one, my nature dies, I sink eneath Thy weihty hand, Faint to revive, and fall to rise; I fall, and yet y faith I stand, I stand, and will not let Thee o, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 8. Yield to me now; for I am weak, But confident in selfdespair; Speak to my heart, in lessins speak, Be conquered y my instant prayer; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if Thy name is Love. 9. Tis Love! tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear Thy whisper in my heart; The mornin reaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal Love Thou art; To me, to all, Thy mercies move: Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 10. y prayer hath power with God; the race Unspeakale I now receive; Throuh 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. 1 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, Jesus, the feele sinner s Friend; Nor wilt Thou with the niht depart, But stay and love me to the end; Thy mercies never shall remove: Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 1 The Sun of Rihteousness on me Hath risen with healin in His wins; Withered my nature s strenth, from Thee y soul its life and succour rins; y help is all laid up aove: Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 1 Contented now upon my thih I halt, till life s short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strenth depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move: Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 1 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 oundin hart fly home, Throuh all eternity to prove Thy nature and Thy name is Love. Charles Wesley,

7 STUTTGART elody adapted from a chorale y Christian Friedrich Witt, ] ] Come, Thou lonexpected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free, From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee. Israel s strenth and consolation, Hope of all the earth Thou art; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every lonin heart. Born Thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a Kin, Born to rein in us for ever, Now Thy racious kindom rin. By Thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By Thine allsufficient merit Raise us to Thy lorious throne. Charles Wesley,

8 ST BERNARD elody from Hémy s Easy Hymn Tunes for Catholic Schools, (adapted from an 18th cent. German melody) ] À apple à apple à À À à ] À Father of all, in whom alone We live, and move, and reathe, One riht celestial ray dart down, And cheer Thy sons eneath. While in Thy word we search for Thee, We search with tremlin awe! Open our eyes, and let us see The wonders of Thy law. Now let our darkness comprehend The liht that shines so clear; Now the revealin Spirit send, And ive us ears to hear. Before us make Thy oodness pass, Which here y faith we know; Let us in Jesus see Thy face, And die to all elow. Charles Wesley,

9 217 ADRID William atthews, À apple À x / / 4 4 x / xx à À x x À x / / À apple À ] à À À à apple À À À Give me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike prayin love, Which lons to uild Thy house aain; Thy love, let it my heart o erpower, And all my simple soul devour. I would the precious time redeem, And loner live for this alone, To spend, and to e spent, for them Who have not yet my Saviour known; Fully on these my mission prove, And only reathe, to reathe Thy love. y talents, ifts, and races, Lord, Into Thy lessèd hands receive; And let me live to preach Thy word, And let me to Thy lory live; y every sacred moment spend In pulishin the sinner s Friend. Enlare, inflame, and fill my heart With oundless charity divine! So shall I all my strenth exert, And love them with a zeal like Thine; And lead them to Thy open side, The sheep for whom their Shepherd died. Charles Wesley,

10 HULL (2) D 218(i) American melody, 1798 G /B Bm/D D/C G/B D7/A G D G/B G C D/C G/B G D I I I do know know not that that come sin of e and ten cause my uilt com when I soul ine strive Is To To free rein keep from oer a sin, e spark and very of pure, thouht love and of a whole, mine, live 5 No chord D7 G Am7 (add4) G/B G D A7/E D G And And For wor turn Thee, thy of from the ood powers Thy to with race; ill; in I I Leap do know up not that in speak when un to I su Thee try mis e to sive cause Ive e Up miht, And 10 /B C D/C G/B G D No chord D7 G e riht, oft ver just and e just, num ly kept and true my sense Thy to of laws, Thee, riht, And I And dare am draw to a me meet sin ack Thy ner to face. still! sin. I know that, thouh in doin ood I spend my life, I never could Atone for all Ive done; But thouh my sins are lack as niht, I dare to come efore Thy siht, Because I trust Thy Son. 5. In Him alone my trust I place Come oldly to Thy throne of race, And there commune with Thee; Salvation sure, O Lord, is mine, And, allunworthy, I am Thine, For Jesus died for me! Frank B. St. John, c

11 I DO NOT COE D 6 h = 68 I I I 6 B do know know not that that come sin of e cause my and uilt com ten when I 218(ii) soul ine strive Is To To A free rein keep E F# B wor thy of Thy race; turn from ood to ill; Thee, the powers with in 11 Thee e try to mis sive cause e miht, Ive Up And A e ver just ly kept riht, and just, and oft e num my true sense Thy to of from oer a sin, and e very spark of pure, thouht love laws, And Thee, I riht, And E dare am draw I I Leap to a me Christine Dieckmann and of a do know up not that in whole, And mine, And live For meet sin ack speak to when I un su F# Thy ner to 16 B A E/G# A face. still! sin. And I And dare am draw to a me meet sin ack Thy ner to 20 B vv. 1 4 face. still. sin. I know that, thouh in doin ood I spend my life, I never could Atone for all Ive done; But thouh my sins are lack as niht, I dare to come efore Thy siht, Because I trust Thy Son. v. 5 usic 2003 Christine Dieckmann. Used y permission. 5. In Him alone my trust I place Come oldly to Thy throne of race, And there commune with Thee; Salvation sure, O Lord, is mine, And, allunworthy, I am Thine, For Jesus died for me! Frank B. St. John, c. 1879

12 219 This son is only availale in printed form due to copyriht. New Creation Pulications Inc. P.O. Box 403, Blackwood, South Australia,

13 220 PATER ONIU Henry James Ernest Holmes, / Ã À À ] À À ] Ã Ã ] À À ] ] ] Ã À ] ] ] À Ã À Ã À À À Jesu, in whom the weary find Their late, ut permanent repose, Physician of the sinsick mind, Relieve my wants, assuae my woes; And let my soul on Thee e cast, Till life s fierce tyranny e past. Loosed from my God, and far removed, Lon have I wandered to and fro, O er earth in endless circles roved, Nor found whereon to rest elow: Back to my God at last I fly, For O, the waters still are hih! Selfish pursuits, and nature s maze, The thins of earth, for Thee I leave; Put forth Thy hand, Thy hand of race, Into the ark of love receive, Take this poor flutterin soul to rest, And lode it, Saviour, in Thy reast. Fill with inviolale peace, Stalish and keep my settled heart; In Thee may all my wanderins cease, From Thee no more may I depart; Thy utmost oodness called to prove, Loved with an everlastin love! Charles Wesley,

14 HOLLINGSIDE D 4 4 à apple à apple } / 221(i) à apple } John Bacchus Dykes, ] à apple à apple Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy osom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is hih! Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven uide; O receive my soul at last! Other refue have I none; Hans my helpless soul on Thee: Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I rin: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy win. Wilt Thou not reard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall; Lo! on Thee I cast my care. Reach me out Thy racious hand! While I of Thy strenth receive, Hopin aainst hope I stand, Dyin, and ehold, I live! Thou, O Christ, art all I want; ore than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the lind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrihteousness: False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and race. 5. Plenteous race with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healin streams aound; ake and keep me pure within: Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Sprin Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Charles Wesley,

15 221(ii) ABERYSTWYTH D Joseph Parry, ] ] ] ] 4 4 ] ] ] ] ] / ] apple ] apple ] ] ]

16 221(ii) Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy osom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is hih! Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven uide; O receive my soul at last! Other refue have I none; Hans my helpless soul on Thee: Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I rin: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy win. Wilt Thou not reard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall; Lo! on Thee I cast my care. Reach me out Thy racious hand! While I of Thy strenth receive, Hopin aainst hope I stand, Dyin, and ehold, I live! Thou, O Christ, art all I want; ore than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the lind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrihteousness: False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and race. 5. Plenteous race with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healin streams aound; ake and keep me pure within: Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Sprin Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Charles Wesley,

17 ANGELS SONG o n 4 3 n 3 4 Arr. from melody and ass of Orlando Gions, (rhythm of first phrase from Son 9 ) ] Ã À À / / À Ã À À Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, On whom I cast my every care, On whom for all thins I depend, Inspire, and then accept, my prayer. If I have tasted of Thy race, The race that sure salvation rins; If with me now Thy Spirit stays, And hoverin hides me in His wins: Still let Him with my weakness stay, Nor for a moment s space depart, Evil and daner turn away, And keep till He renews my heart. When to the riht or left I stray, His voice ehind me may I hear: Return, and walk in Christ thy way; Fly ack to Christ, for sin is near! 5. His sacred Unction from aove Be still my Comforter and Guide; Till all the hardness He remove, And in my lovin heart reside. 6. Jesus, I fain would walk in Thee, From nature s every path retreat; Thou art my Way, my Leader e, And set upon the rock my feet. 7. Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall, O reach me out Thy racious hand! Only on Thee for help I call, Only y faith in Thee I stand. Charles Wesley,

18 223 ASTERDA elody from John Wesley s Sacred Harmony, x $ 4 4 x x $ ] ] / xx x Jesus, Saviour, fill my heart With nothin else ut Thee; Now Thy savin pow r exert, And more than conquer me: Each intrudin rival kill, That hinders or ostructs Thy rein: All Thy lorious miht reveal, And make me pure within. Throuh my soul in mercy shine, Thine Holy Spirit ive; Let Him witness, Lord, with mine That I in Jesus live; Set me free from Satan s load, The ift of Lierty dispense, In my heart, O shed aroad Thy quick nin influence. Let the ifts estowed on me, Live to Thy praise alone; Lord, the talents lent y Thee Are Thine and not my own: ay I in Thy service spend All the races Thou hast iven, Taken up, when time shall end, To live and rein in heaven. Auustus ontaue Toplady,

19 224 ST AGNES John Bacchus Dykes, À 3 4 à ] o à ] À ] ] à À À à À Jesu, the very thouht of Thee With sweetness fills my reast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sin, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy lest Name, O Saviour of mankind! O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek, To those who fall how kind Thou art! How ood to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah, this! Nor tonue nor pen can show: The love of Jesus, what it is None ut His loved ones know. 5. O Jesu, Liht of all elow! Thou Fount of life and fire! Surpassin all the joys we know, And all we can desire: 6. Jesu, our only joy e Thou, As Thou our prize wilt e; Jesu, e Thou our lory now, And throuh eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. Edward Caswall,

20 225 SURREY (Carey) Later form of melody y Henry Carey, c À 3 4 ] ] ] ] ] Ã apple À

21 225 Jesu, Thou soverein Lord of all, The same throuh one eternal day, Attend thy feelest followers call, And O instruct us how to pray! Pour out the supplicatin race, And stir us up to seek Thy face. We cannot think a racious thouht, We cannot feel a ood desire, Till Thou, who call dst a world from nouht, The power into our hearts inspire; And then we in Thy Spirit roan, And then we ive Thee ack Thine own. Jesus, reard the joint complaint Of all Thy tempted followers here, And now supply the common want, And send us down the Comforter; The Spirit of ceaseless prayer impart, And fix Thy Aent in our heart. To help our soul s infirmity, To heal Thy sinsick people s care, To ure our Godcommandin plea, And make our hearts a house of prayer, The promised Intercessor ive, And let us now Thyself receive. 5. Come in Thy pleadin Spirit down To us who for Thy comin stay; Of all Thy ifts we ask ut one, We ask the constant power to pray: Indule us, Lord, in this request, Thou canst not then deny the rest. Charles Wesley,

22 226 BOSTON Lowell ason, ] ] / Lord, I was lind! I could not see In Thy marred visae any race; But now the eauty of Thy face In radiant vision dawns on me. Lord, I was deaf! I could not hear The thrillin music of Thy voice, But now I hear Thee and rejoice, And all Thine uttered words are dear. Lord, I was dum! I could not speak The race and lory of Thy name; But now, as touched with livin flame, y lips Thine eaer praises wake. Lord, I was dead! I could not stir y lifeless soul to come to Thee; But now, since Thou hast quickened me, I rise from sin s dark sepulchre. 5. For Thou hast made the lind to see, The deaf to hear, the dum to speak, The dead to live; and lo, I reak The chains of my captivity! William Tidd atson,

23 227 LEOINSTER D Geore William artin, à À À / ] ] À apple à apple À à À À à à À apple À À à À apple À À apple à À apple à à apple À ] À apple À À À apple ] ] à apple À à ake me a captive, Lord, And then I shall e free; Force me to render up my sword, And I shall conqueror e. I sink in life s alarms When y myself I stand; Imprison me within Thine arms, And stron shall e my hand. y heart is weak and poor Until it master find; It has no sprin of action sure It varies with the wind. It cannot freely move, Till Thou hast wrouht its chain; Enslave it with Thy matchless love, And deathless it shall rein. y power is faint and low Till I have learned to serve; It wants the needed fire to low, It wants the reeze to nerve; It cannot drive the world, Until itself e driven; Its fla can only e unfurled When Thou shalt reathe from heaven. y will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine; If it would reach a monarch s throne It must its crown resin; It only stands unent, Amid the clashin strife, When on Thy osom it has leant, And found in Thee its life. Geore atheson,

24 FOUNTAINS OF TEARS q = 120 Am Dm 228 Rosslyn eatherinham and Kay Carney (nee Roinson) arr. Evniki Hudson Am /G y Sad He In can pur eyes are not suit ran the see of down full the his foun sor lo full tains rows ry ness of of of he tears man; God; oes For Deep He To the can 5 F vv. 2 4, 6, 7 ( ) G G7 Am /G lost, are not wrest oth feel from the his the the lost ter touch po of rors of my and His wers un land. fears; hand. known Oh, His All The 9 F G G7 Am when emp Na se would ti ture cret the ness is and pro leaves closed full phet him off ness ap with to of pear nouht; him life, And His By Yet the the re 13 word stri i ceives of vins dols ut God lead that the 5. y eyes ran down fountains of tears For the lost, the lost of my land. But the Prophet, the Son has appeared; As the Word He has taken His stand. Dm take on rule thins up ut in he its to his has Am stand? tears. land. sown. usic 1983 Rosslyn eatherinham and Kay Carney (nee Roinson). Used y permission. Arranement 1993 Evniki Hudson. Used y permission. 6. He has roken the onds of mans sin, He has caused the dark powers to flee. He has rappled with sins awful curse And set His humanity free Now the liht has een poured from on hih, And life flows to men throuh new irth, For the Prophet has come and redeemed, And His lory has filled the whole earth. Words 1973 Geoffrey Binham, Used y permission.

25 WORSLEY elody y J. Howate, n.d. in his Sacred usic, c à à 3 4 À ] ] À à à apple à À À apple À À À y heart is full of Christ, and lons Its lorious matter to declare! Of Him I make my loftier sons, I cannot from His praise forear; y ready tonue makes haste to sin The lories of my heavenly Kin. Fairer than all the earthorn race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with race, And full of love Thy tender heart: God ever lest! we ow the knee, And own all fullness dwells in Thee. Gird on Thy thih the Spirit's sword, And take to Thee Thy power divine; Stir up Thy strenth, almihty Lord, All power and majesty are Thine: Assert Thy worship and renown; O allredeemin God, come down! Come, and maintain Thy rihteous cause, And let Thy lorious toil succeed; Dispread the victory of Thy Cross, Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed; Throuh earth triumphantly ride on, And rein in every heart alone. Charles Wesley,

26 230 AURELIA D Samuel Seastian Wesley, à À } } ] À À À apple à À } apple ] À à à À À O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of old entom us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not Thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, From lies of tonue and pen, From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men, From sale and profanation Of honour and the sword, From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, ood Lord! Tie in a livin tether The prince and priest and thrall; Bind all our lives toether, Smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation, Aflame with faith, and free, Lift up a livin nation, A sinle sword to Thee. Gilert Keith Chesterton,

27 231 EDEN Timothy Battle ason, ] / O Lord, enlare our scanty thouht To know the wonders Thou hast wrouht; Unloose our stammerin tonues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchale. What are our works ut sin and death, Till Thou Thy quickenin Spirit reathe; Thou iv st the power Thy race to move: O wondrous race! O oundless love! How can it e, Thou heavenly Kin, That Thou shouldst us to lory rin; ake slaves the partners of Thy throne, Decked with a neverfadin crown? Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of auht eside, y Lord, my Love is crucified! 5. Firstorn of many rethren Thou; To Thee, lo! all our souls we ow; To Thee our hearts and hands we ive: Thine may we die, Thine may we live! Nicolaus Ludwi von Zinzendorf, Johann Nitschmann, Anna Nitschmann, tr. John Wesley,

28 232(i) WILTON Samuel Stanley, À À Ã ] À Ã À À À Ã ] ] v. 1 ( ) ( ) Ã À À À À Ã À Ã À Ã À Ã À O Thou who camest from aove The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart! There let it for Thy lory urn With inextinuishale laze; And tremlin to its source return, In humle prayer and fervent praise. Jesus, confirm my heart s desire To work, and speak, and think for Thee; Still let me uard the holy fire, And still stir up Thy ift in me; Ready for all Thy perfect will, y acts of faith and love repeat, Till death Thine endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete. Charles Wesley,

29 232(ii) HEREFORD Samuel Seastian Wesley, o O Thou who camest from aove The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart! There let it for Thy lory urn With inextinuishale laze; And tremlin to its source return, In humle prayer and fervent praise. Jesus, confirm my heart s desire To work, and speak, and think for Thee; Still let me uard the holy fire, And still stir up Thy ift in me; Ready for all Thy perfect will, y acts of faith and love repeat, Till death Thine endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete. Charles Wesley,

30 233 ST ARTIN James Hallett Sheppard, À À À ] } à À À o à À Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord God. O hear my prayer! Incline a racious ear to me, And id me not despair: If Thou rememerest each misdeed, If each should have its rihtful meed, Lord, who shall stand efore Thee? Tis throuh Thy love alone we ain The pardon of our sin; The strictest life is ut in vain, Our works can nothin win; That none should oast himself of auht, But own in fear Thy race hath wrouht What in him seemeth rihteous. Wherefore my hope is in the Lord, y works I count ut dust, I uild not there, ut on His word, And in His oodness trust. Up to His care myself I yield, He is my tower, my rock, my shield, And for His help I tarry. And thouh it liner till the niht, And round aain till morn, y heart shall ne er mistrust Thy miht, Nor count itself forlorn. Do thus, O ye of Israel s seed, Ye of the Spirit orn indeed, Wait for your God s appearin. 5. Thouh reat our sins and sore our wounds, And deep and dark our fall, His helpin mercy hath no ounds, His love surpasseth all. Our trusty lovin Shepherd He, Who shall at last set Israel free From all their sin and sorrow. artin Luther, tr. Catherine Winkworth,

31 234 NEARER HOE D Isaac Baker Woodury, à apple à À À À apple À à apple à À À À apple à apple À À apple à À À apple À À apple À À apple À x À À apple x À À à apple à À Pray, without ceasin pray, Your Captain ives the word; His summons cheerfully oey, And call upon the Lord: To God your every want In instant prayer display; Pray always; pray, and never faint; Pray, without ceasin pray! In fellowship, alone, To God with faith draw near, Approach His courts, esiee His throne With all the powers of prayer: Go to His temple, o, Nor from His altar move; Let every house His worship know, And every heart His love. Pour out your souls to God, And ow them with your knees, And spread your hearts and hands aroad, And pray for Zion s peace; Your uides and rethren ear For ever on your mind; Extend the arms of mihty prayer, In raspin all mankind. From strenth to strenth o on, Wrestle, and fiht, and pray, Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the wellfouht day; Still let the Spirit cry In all His soldiers: Come! Till Christ the Lord descend from hih, And take the conquerors home. Charles Wesley,

32 235(i) PETRA (Ajalon, Redhead no.76) Richard Redhead, Ã apple À À apple ] Ã apple À À apple Rock of Aes, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the lood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the doule cure, Cleanse me from its uilt and power. Not the laours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law s demands, Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothin in my hand I rin, Simply to Thy Cross I clin; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for race; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleetin reath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judementthrone: Rock of Aes, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. Auustus ontaue Toplady, New Creation Hymn Book, Volume 1,E Flat

33 235(ii) TOPLADY Thomas Hastins, à À À À apple 3 4 à À À À à À à apple À à À à apple À à À à apple À À À apple À À À apple À à À À À apple à À À À à À à apple À Rock of Aes, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the lood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the doule cure, Cleanse me from its uilt and power. Not the laours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law s demands, Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothin in my hand I rin, Simply to Thy Cross I clin; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for race; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleetin reath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judementthrone: Rock of Aes, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. Auustus ontaue Toplady,

34 236 JENA elody from elchior Vulpius, c harmony from Johann Seastian Bach, Ã apple ] ]À ] 3 4 ] À ] ] ] ] Ã À Ã apple ] ] Ã ] À Ã À Ã apple ] Ã À À ] À Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near, And ow myself efore Thy face? How in Thy purer eyes appear? What shall I rin to ain Thy race? Whoe er to Thee themselves approve ust take the path Thy Word hath showed, Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humly walk y faith with God. But thouh my life henceforth e Thine, Present for past can ne er atone; Thouh I to Thee the whole resin, I only ive Thee ack Thine own. What have I then wherein to trust? I nothin have, I nothin am; Excluded is my every oast, y lory swallowed up in shame. 5. Guilty I stand efore Thy face, On me I feel Thy wrath aide; Tis just the sentence should take place; Tis just ut O Thy Son hath died! 6. Jesus, the Lam of God, hath led, He ore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse He owed His head; Tis finished! He hath died for me! 7. See where efore the throne He stands, And pours the allprevailin prayer, Points to His side, and lifts His hands, And shows that I am raven there. 8. He ever lives for me to pray; He prays that I with Him may rein: Amen to what my Lord doth say! Jesus, Thou canst not pray in vain. Charles Wesley,

35 f = I KEEP YOUR TEACHING À À apple à You 4 have lessed me with so much, my God, I 237 à keep Your teach in in my heart; À x À apple x Simile You have lessed me with so much, my God, I à à x keep Your teach in in my heart. Colin Jones arr. Christine Dieckmann x x usic 1984 Colin Jones. Used y permission. Arranement 1993 Christine Dieckmann. Used y permission. You have stood me in Your race, O God, I keep Your teachin in my heart; You have stood me in Your race, O God, I keep Your teachin in my heart. You have filled me with Your joy, O God, I keep Your teachin in my heart; You have filled me with Your joy, O God, I keep Your teachin in my heart. How I love to do Your will, my God, I keep Your teachin in my heart; How I love to do Your will, my God, I keep Your teachin in my heart. Words 1984 Colin Jones. Used y permission.

36 238 HANOVER elody proaly y William Croft, ] ] ] ] Ã ] apple Beone, unelief; my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Thouh dark e my way, since He is my Guide, Tis mine to oey, tis His to provide; Thouh cisterns e roken and creatures all fail, The word He hath spoken shall surely prevail. His love in time past forids me to think He ll leave me at last in troule to sink; While each Eenezer I have in review Confirms His ood pleasure to help me quite throuh. Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less; The heirs of salvation, I know from His word, Throuh much triulation must follow their Lord. 5. Since all that I meet shall work for my ood, The itter is sweet, the medicine food; Thouh painful at present, twill cease efore lon; And then, O how pleasant the conqueror s son! John Newton,

37 HARWICH D 239 [Verses 1, 2 and 7 are numer 177.] Benjamin ilrove, D /F# G D A/E D/F# G/B G D Em/G B/F# Em A /C# y True y God, I plea sures cup it am a runs Thine, ound oer, What In I a the have com rap com fort tu fort di rous and vine, What sound, And power, I a who have less in to e par ver don hath what 7 D E7/B A E A /C# D G/B D/A G /B D/A know found can that it a my hath poor Je pa sin sus ra ner is dise have mine! found. more? In y He the can hea Je have ven sus a ly to new Lam know, heart, Thrice And So as 12 Em7/G D/F# A7/E D A7/E D/F# it D G A Bm /A G D/A A7 D hap feel ne py His ver I lood to am; flow, start y Tis From Thy heart life paths: e he doth dance ver may last e at in, in the tis the sound hea world of ven as His e Thou name. low. art. I have faith in Thy lood, It hath rouht me to God, And I in Thine imae shall soon e renewed. I shall e thorouhly clean, And all holy within; Thine imae can harour no relics of sin. 5. He came from aove Our curse to remove; He hath loved, He hath loved us, ecause He would love. Love moved Him to die, And on this we rely: He hath loved, He hath loved us, we cannot tell why! 6. We all shall commend The love of our Friend, For ever einnin what never shall end. When time is no more, We still shall adore That ocean of love without ottom, or shore. 7. Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast; That, that is the fullness: ut this is the taste. And this I shall prove Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens of Jesus love. Charles Wesley,

38 BRIDE OF CHRIST [Verses 1 and 6 9 are numer 206.] Kay Carney (nee Roinson) arr. Rosslyn eatherinham B7/F# E /G# B /D# E E7/B A F#m7 E/G# F#7 B7 What Sin, Be thouh Sa fore, th ac tan, e cu ser death press hind, a roar near round Of To They ills ha set that rass their I and fierce have ap ar done; pal; ray 6 E /G# G#dim Bdim F#m/A E/G# F#m7 A F#m7 A B7 /D# A F#m7 E I Let To know ut fiht them my and well, ri force and sen me thousands more: Je Lord ap pear Back from my round A ho vah find eth ward they o and lon Im man uels none. fall. way. usic 1991 Kay Carney (nee Roinson). Used y permission. Arranement 1991 Rosslyn eatherinham. Used y permission. I meet them face to face Throuh Jesus conquest lest; arch in the triumph of His race Riht onward to my rest. 5. There in His ook I ear A more than conquerors name: A soldier, son and fellow heir Who fouht and overcame. 6. His e the Victors name Who fouht our fiht alone: Triumphant saints no honour claim; Their conquest was His own. 7. By weakness and defeat He won the meed and crown; Trod all our foes eneath His feet, By ein trodden down. 8. He hell in hell laid low; ade sin, He sin oerthrew: Bowed to the rave, destroyed it so, And death, y dyin, slew. 9. Bless, less the Conqueror slain Slain y Divine decree Who lived, who died, who lives aain, For thee, His saint, for thee! S. W. Gandy, n.d.