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Hymn Lyrics 2018-2019

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September: Children of the Heavenly Father/More Secure is No One Ever
October: Like A River Glorious
November: All Hail the Power
December: Amazing Grace
January: All My Hope on God is Founded
February: Crown Him with Many Crowns
March: What Wondrous Love
April: Saviour Like Shepherd Lead Us
May: A Child of the King
June: I Need Thee Every Hour
July: In the Sweet By and By
August: Love Divine All Loves Excelling


September: Children of the Heavenly Father, sometimes called More Secure is No One Ever * *
Lyrics by Lina Sandell Berg (in Swedish) 1855, translated by Ernst William Olson, 1925 ; Tune: German Folk Tune

Children of the heav'nly Father,
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e'er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish.
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne'er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.


October: Like A River Glorious *
Lyrics by Frances R. Havergal 1876; Tune Wye Valley by James Mountain 1876

Like a river glorious, is God's perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.
     Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
     Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.
     Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
     Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do.
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.
     Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
     Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.


November: All Hail the Power *
Lyrics by Edward Perronet 1779; Tune: "Coronation" by Oliver Holden 1793

Some call this hymn "The National Anthem of Christendom." It's among the most widely published hymns.

All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
     Bring forth the royal diadem,
     And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the Fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
     Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
     And crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
     Go spread your trophies at His feet,
     And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.
     To Him all majesty ascribe,
     And crown Him Lord of all.

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
     We'll join the everlasting song,
     And crown Him Lord of all.


December: Amazing Grace *
Lyrics by John Newton 1779, with additional verses added later; Tune: "New Britain" since 1835

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.


January: All My Hope on God is Founded *
Lyrics by Joachim Neander (in German) 1680, translated by Robert Bridges 1899; Tune: "Michael" by Herbert Howells 1935 Alt: * *

Interesting trivia: Neanderthal Valley in Germany, which became the name of a skeleton unearthed there, was named after Joachim Neander. "Thal" means valley. The tune, "Michael," composed by Herbert Howells, was named after the composer's son, who died at age 10 of spinal meningitis.

All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew,
Me through change and chance He guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown, He alone
Calls my heart to be His own.

Pride of man and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray His trust;
What with care and toil He buildeth,
Tower and temple fall to dust.
But God's power, hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tower.

God's great goodness aye endureth,
Deep His wisdom, passing thought:
Splendor, light and life attend him,
Beauty springeth out of naught.
Evermore from His store
Newborn worlds rise and adore.

Daily doth th'almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Pleasure leads us where we go.
Love doth stand at His hand;
Joy doth wait on His command.

Still from man to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ, His Son.
Christ doth call one and all:
Ye who follow shall not fall.


February: Crown Him with Many Crowns * *
Lyrics by Matthew Bridges 1852, Godfrey Thring 1874; Tune: "Diademata" by George Elvey 1863

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

Crown Him the virgin's Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.


March: What Wondrous Love *
Lyrics by William Walker 1835; Tune by William Reynolds

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
     To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God's righteous frown,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
     Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb Who is the great I Am;
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
     While millions join the theme, I will sing.

And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on.
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing and joyful be;
And through eternity, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
     And through eternity, I'll sing on.


April: Saviour Like Shepherd Lead Us *
Lyrics by Dorothy Thrupp 1836; Tune by William Bradbury 1859

Savior, like a shepherd lead us, much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, for our use Thy folds prepare.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

We are Thine, Thou dost befriend us, be the guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, seek us when we go astray.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Hear, O hear us when we pray.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Hear, O hear us when we pray.

Thou hast promised to receive us, poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us, grace to cleanse and power to free.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! We will early turn to Thee.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! We will early turn to Thee.

Early let us seek Thy favor, early let us do Thy will;
Blessèd Lord and only Savior, with Thy love our bosoms fill.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast loved us, love us still.
     Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus! Thou hast loved us, love us still.


May: A Child of the King *
Lyrics by Harriet Buell 1877; Tune by John Sumner 1877

My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
     I'm a child of the King,
     A child of the King:
     With Jesus my Savior,
     I'm a child of the King.

My Father's own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading our pardon on high,
That we may be His when He comes by and by.
     I'm a child of the King,
     A child of the King:
     With Jesus my Savior,
     I'm a child of the King.

I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice, an alien by birth,
But I've been adopted, my name's written down,
An heir to a mansion, a robe and a crown.
     I'm a child of the King,
     A child of the King:
     With Jesus my Savior,
     I'm a child of the King.

A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They're building a palace for me over there;
Though exiled from home, yet still may I sing:
All glory to God, I'm a child of the King.
     I'm a child of the King,
     A child of the King:
     With Jesus my Savior,
     I'm a child of the King.


June: I Need Thee Every Hour * *
Lyrics by Annie Hawks 1872; Tune by Robert Lowry 1872

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
     I need Thee, O I need Thee;
     Every hour I need Thee;
     O bless me now, my Savior,
     I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.
     I need Thee, O I need Thee;
     Every hour I need Thee;
     O bless me now, my Savior,
     I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.
     I need Thee, O I need Thee;
     Every hour I need Thee;
     O bless me now, my Savior,
     I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.
     I need Thee, O I need Thee;
     Every hour I need Thee;
     O bless me now, my Savior,
     I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.
     I need Thee, O I need Thee;
     Every hour I need Thee;
     O bless me now, my Savior,
     I come to Thee.


July: In the Sweet By and By * * *
Lyrics by Sanford Bennett 1868; Tune by Joseph Webster 1868

There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
     In the sweet by and by,
     We shall meet on that beautiful shore.


August: Love Divine All Loves Excelling *
Lyrics by Charles Wesley 1747; Tune by John Zundel 1870

Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit,
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit;
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its Beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return and never,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be.
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.