Hymn Lyrics 2025-26
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August: Awake My Soul and With the Sun
September: Abide With Me
October: Lift High the Cross
November: O Worship the King
December: I Am Thine, O Lord (Draw Me Nearer)
January: Come Down, O Love Divine
February: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
March: Jesus Paid it All
April: Man of Sorrows, What a Name (Hallelujah What a Savior)
May: All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night (Tallis's Canon)
June: Let Us With a Gladsome Mind
July: Just As I Am, Without One Plea
August: Awake My Soul and With the Sun * *
Lyrics by Thomas Ken 1674; Tune: "Old 100th" attributed to Louis Bourgeois 1551
The last verse of this hymn is widely known as The Doxology. The original tune was written in the 1500's by by Louis Bourgeois, but the poem has been set to other tunes. There are many, many verses and variations, but these are the lyrics as sung by the Norwich Cathedral Choir in the first YouTube link; they come from Morning, Evening, and Midnight Hymns, by Thomas Ken, D.D., 1864
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run:
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past,
Live this day as if 'twere thy last,
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great Day thyself prepare
Let all thy Converse be sincere,
Thy Conscience as the Noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways.
And all thy secret Thoughts surveys.
Awake, awake, ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
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.
And these are the lyrics from the second link: Lutheran TV - Hymns from the LSB
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
In conversation be sincere;
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
Think how th'all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
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.
September: Abide With Me *
Lyrics by Henry Lyte 1847; Tune by William Monk 1861
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
The darkness thickens. Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me!
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Come, friend of sinners, and abide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and, point me to the skies;
Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
October: Lift High the Cross * *
Lyrics George Kitchin and Michael Newbolt 1916; Tune: "Crucifer" by Sydney Nicholson 1916
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred name.
Led on their way by this triumphant sign,
The hosts of God in conquering ranks combine.
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred name.
Each newborn servant of the Crucified
Bears on the brow the seal of Him who died.
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred name.
O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree,
As Thou hast promised, draw the world to Thee.
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred name.
So shall our song of triumph ever be:
Praise to the Crucified for victory.
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred name.
November: O Worship the King * *
Lyrics by William Kethe 1561, reworked by Robert Grant 1833; Tune: "Lyons" attributed to Johann Haydn, arranged by William Gardiner 1815
O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Established it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our maker, defender, redeemer, and friend.
O measureless might! Ineffable love!
While angels delight to worship Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise.
December: I Am Thine, O Lord (Draw Me Nearer) * *
Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1875; Tune by W. Howard Doane 1875
I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God
I commune as friend with friend!
Draw me nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessèd Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.
January: Come Down, O Love Divine * *
Lyrics by Bianco of Siena 1400's, translated from Italian by Richard Littledale 1867; Tune: "Down Ampney" by Ralph Vaughn Williams 1906
Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.
O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
Let holy charity mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
True lowliness of heart which takes the humbler part,
And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.
And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling;
For none can guess its grace till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.
February: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence * *
Lyrics: Liturgy of St. James 4th century, translated from Greek by Gerard 1864; Tune: "Picardy" French carol
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six wingèd seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!
March: Jesus Paid it All * *
Lyrics by Elvina Hall 1865; Tune by John Grape
I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
And now complete in Him
My robe His righteousness,
Close sheltered 'neath His side,
I am divinely blest.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I'll lay my trophies down
All down at Jesus' feet.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
April: Man of Sorrows, What a Name (Hallelujah What a Savior) * *
Lyrics and music by Philip Bliss 1875
Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
"Full atonement!" can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Lifted up was He to die;
"It is finished!" was His cry;
Now in Heav'n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
When He comes, our glorious king,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we'll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
May: All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night (Tallis's Canon) * * *
Lyrics by Thomas Ken 1674; Tune: Tallis' Canon" by Thomas Tallis 1560
All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed.
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment day.
O may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
All praise to Thee, eternal King?
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.
June: Let Us With a Gladsome Mind * *
Lyrics by John Milton 1623; Tune: "Monkland" by John Antes 1790
The poet John Milton was only 15 years old when he wrote this. Note that "aye" means always.
Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze His name abroad,
For of gods He is the God.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He with all commanding might
Filled the new made world with light.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He the golden tressèd sun
Caused all day his course to run.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Th'hornèd moon to shine by night;
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
All things living He doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind.
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
July: Just As I Am, Without One Plea * *
Lyrics by Charlotte Elliott 1835; Tune: "Woodworth" by William Bradbury 1849
This song became associated with Billy Graham, as it was used as an altar call to close his evangelistic crusades.
Just as I am--without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am--of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!