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AO Hymn Lyrics 2023-2024 AmblesideOnline.org

AmblesideOnline
Hymn Lyrics 2023-2024

You can search for more than we've included here by clicking the "Titles" link at HymnTime's CyberHymnal. Also here.


September: For All the Saints who from their Labours Rest
October: For the Beauty of the Earth
November: Anywhere with Jesus
December: Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow
January: My Song is Love Unknown
February: This is My Father's World
March: Ah, Holy Jesus
April: Count Your Blessings
May: All Creatures of Our God and King
June: Lo! He Comes With Clouds Descending
July: Holy, Holy, Holy
August: Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear


September: For All the Saints who from their Labours Rest *
Lyrics by William How 1864; Tune: "Sine Nomine" by Ralph Vaughn Williams 1906

For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou wast their rock, their fortress and their might;
Thou, Lord, their captain in the well fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

For the apostles' glorious company,
Who bearing forth the cross o'er land and sea,
Shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee:
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

For the evangelists, by whose blest word,
Like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord,
Is fair and fruitful, be Thy name adored.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

For martyrs, who with rapture kindled eye,
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky,
And seeing, grasped it, Thee we glorify.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave, again, and arms are strong.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on His way.
          Alleluia, Alleluia!

From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
And singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
          Alleluia, Alleluia!


October: For the Beauty of the Earth * * *
Lyrics by Folliot Pierpont 1864; Tune: "Dix" by Conrad Kocher 1838

For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind's delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the martyrs' crown of light,
For Thy prophets' eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors' might,
For the lips of infancy.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For Thy virgins' robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesu, Victim undefiled.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.

For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.
     Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
     This our hymn of grateful praise.


November: Anywhere with Jesus * *
Lyrics by Jessie Pounds 1887, Helen Alexander 1915; Tune Daniel Towner 1887

Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go,
Anywhere He leads me in this world below;
Anywhere without Him dearest joys would fade;
Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.
     Anywhere, anywhere! Fear I cannot know;
     Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.

Anywhere with Jesus I am not alone;
Other friends may fail me, He is still my own;
Though His hand may lead me over drearest ways,
Anywhere with Jesus is a house of praise.
     Anywhere, anywhere! Fear I cannot know;
     Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.

Anywhere with Jesus, over land and sea,
Telling souls in darkness of salvation free;
Ready as He summons me to go or stay,
Anywhere with Jesus when He points the way.
     Anywhere, anywhere! Fear I cannot know;
     Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.

Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep,
When the darkening shadows round about me creep,
Knowing I shall waken nevermore to roam;
Anywhere with Jesus will be home, sweet home.
     Anywhere, anywhere! Fear I cannot know;
     Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.


December: Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow (Doxology) * *
Lyrics by Thomas Ken 1674; Tune: "Old 100th" by Louis Bourgeois 1551

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.


January: My Song is Love Unknown * *
Lyrics by Samuel Crossman 1664; Tune: "Wesley" by unknown

My song is love unknown,
My Savior's love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed for Christ would know:
But O! my friend, my friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.

Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and 'gainst Him rise.

They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they saved,
The Prince of Life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.

In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say? Heav'n was His home;
But mine the tomb wherein He lay.

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.


February: This is My Father's World * *
Lyrics by Maltbie Babcock 1901; Tune: "Terra Beata" arranged by Franklin Sheppard 1915

This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
     This is my Father's world:
     I rest me in the thought
     Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
     His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their maker's praise.
     This is my Father's world:
     He shines in all that's fair;
     In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
     He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong
Seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
     This is my Father's world:
     The battle is not done:
     Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
     And earth and Heav'n be one.

This is my Father's world,
Dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise
Cry, "The Lord is in this place."
     This is my Father's world,
     From the shining courts above,
     The Beloved One, His Only Son,
     Came--a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father's world,
Should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King--let the heavens ring.
God reigns--let the earth be glad.
     This is my Father's world.
     Now closer to Heaven bound,
     For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
     No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father's world.
I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.
     This is my Father's world,
     A wanderer I may roam
     Whate'er my lot, it matters not,
     My heart is still at home.


March: Ah, Holy Jesus * *
Lyrics by Johann Heerman 1630; Tune: "Herzliebster Jesu" by Johann Cruger 1640

Bach used this music in part of his St. Matthew Passion.

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee.
'Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee!
I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
For man's atonement, while he nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life's oblation;
Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,
For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee,
Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving,
Not my deserving.


April: Count Your Blessings * *
Lyrics by Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1897; Tune by Edwin Excell 1897

When upon life's billows
You are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged,
Thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings,
Name them one by one,
And it will surprise you
What the Lord hath done.
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     Count your blessings,
     See what God hath done!
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     And it will surprise you
     What the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened
With a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy
You are called to bear?
Count your many blessings,
Every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing
As the days go by.
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     Count your blessings,
     See what God hath done!
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     And it will surprise you
     What the Lord hath done.

When you look at others
With their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised
You His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings.
Wealth can never buy
Your reward in Heaven,
Nor your home on high.
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     Count your blessings,
     See what God hath done!
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     And it will surprise you
     What the Lord hath done.

So, amid the conflict
Whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened,
God is over all;
Count your many blessings,
Angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you
To your journey's end.
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     Count your blessings,
     See what God hath done!
     Count your blessings,
     Name them one by one,
     And it will surprise you
     What the Lord hath done.


May: All Creatures of Our God and King * * *
Lyrics by St. Francis 1225, translated by William Draper 1919; Tune: "Lasst Uns Erfreuen" 1623

All creatures of our God and king
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam!
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong
Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
That givest man both warmth and light.
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Dear mother earth, who day by day
Unfoldest blessings on our way,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
Let them His glory also show.
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

And all ye men of tender heart,
Forgiving others, take your part,
O sing ye! Alleluia!
Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
Praise God and on Him cast your care!
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

And thou most kind and gentle death,
Waiting to hush our latest breath,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou leadest home the child of God,
And Christ our Lord the way hath trod.
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Let all things their creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One!
     O praise Him! O praise Him!
     Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!


June: Lo! He Comes With Clouds Descending *
Lyrics by John Cennick 1752, Charles Wesley 1758, Martin Madan 1760; Tune: "Helmsley," an 18th century English tune

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.

Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come to judgment!
Come to judgment! Come away!

Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear;
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!

Answer Thine own bride and Spirit,
Hasten, Lord, the general doom!
The new Heav'n and earth t'inherit,
Take Thy pining exiles home:
All creation, all creation, all creation,
Travails! groans! and bids Thee come!

The dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own;
O come quickly! O come quickly! O come quickly!
Everlasting God, come down!


July: Holy, Holy, Holy * *
Lyrics by Reginald Heber 1826; Tune: "Nicaea" by John Dykes 1861

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning
Our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns
Around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.

Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man
Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy name,
In earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!


August: Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear * * *
Lyrics by John Keble 1820; Tune: "Hursley," Vienna, 1774

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Has spurned today the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep tonight,
Like infants' slumbers, pure and right.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.