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Jesus, My Lord, How Rich Thy Grace!   1 comment

Jesus, My Lord, How Rich Thy Grace

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace!

Thy bounties, how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum!

How pay the mighty debt!

2. High on a throne of radiant light

Dost thou exalted shine;

What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine?

3. But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace,

And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father’s face.

4. In them thou mayst be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered,

And in their accents of distress

My Saviour’s voice is heard.

How Rich is Thy Bounty, King of Kings!   1 comment

How Rich is Thy Bounty

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. How rich is thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favors, how divine!

The blessings which thy gospel brings,

How splendidly they shine!

2. Gold is but dross, and gems but toys,

Should gold and gems compare;

How mean, when set against those joys

Thy poorest servants share!

3. Yet all these treasures of thy grace

Are lodged in urns of clay;

And the weak sons of mortal race

The immortal gifts convey.

4. Feebly they lisp thy glories forth,

Yet grace the victory gives;

Quickly they molder back to earth,

Yet still thy gospel lives.

5. Such wonders power divine effects;

Such trophies God can raise;

His hand, from crumbling dust, erects

His monuments of praise.

God of My Life   1 comment

God of My Life

Above:  Part of the Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. God of my life, through all my days,

My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;

My song shall wake with opening light,

And cheer the dark and silent night.

2. When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,

Thy tuneful praises raised on high

Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3. When death o’er nature shall prevail,

And all the powers of language fail,

Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4. But O, when that last conflict’s o’er,

And I am chained to flesh no more,

With that glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies!

5. Soon shall I learn the exalted strains

Which echo through the heavenly plains;

And emulate, with joy unknown,

The glowing seraphs round the throne.

6. The cheerful tribute will I give

Long as the deathless soul shall live:

A work so sweet, a theme so high,

Demands and crowns eternity.

Father of All, Thy Care We Bless   1 comment

Father of All, Thy Care We Bless

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Father of all, thy care we bless,

Which crowns our families with peace:

From thee they spring; and by thy hand

They are, and shall be still sustained.

2. To God, most worthy to be praised,

Be our domestic altars raised;

Who, Lord of heaven, yet deigns to come

And sanctify our humblest home.

3. To thee may each united house

Morning and night present its vows;

Our servants there, and rising race,

Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.

4. So may each future age proclaim

The honors of thy glorious name,

And each succeeding race remove

To join the family above.

Do I Not Love Thee, O My Lord?   1 comment

Do Not I Love Thee, O My Lord

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Do not I love thee, O my Lord?

Then let me nothing love;

Dead be my heart to every joy,

When Jesus cannot move.

2. Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure pound

My Saviour’s voice to hear?

3. Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock

I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I fear thy cause to plead?

4. Would not mine ardent spirit vie

With angels round the throne,

To execute thy sacred will,

And make thy glory known?

5. Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord,

But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more!

Beset With Snares On Every Hand   1 comment

Beset With Snares On Every Hand

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Beset with snares on every hand,

In life’s uncertain path I stand:

Saviour divine, diffuse thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

2. Engage this roving, treacherous heart

To fix on Mary’s better part,

To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away.

3. Then let the wildest storms arise;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;

No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear.

4. If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;

Secure, when mortal comforts flee,

To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve   1 comment

Awake, My Soul

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

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1. Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

2. A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey;

Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.

3. ‘Tis God’s all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high;

‘Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye:–

4. That prize, with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new luster boast,

When victors’ wreaths and monarchs’ gems

Shall blend in common dust.

5. Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,

Have I my race begun;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet

I’ll lay my honors down.

Not Always On the Mount We   4 comments

Not Always On the Mount May We

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1840-1929)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905)

A Hymn for the Feast of the Transfiguration

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1.  Not always on the mount may we

Rapt in the heavenly vision be;

The shores of thought and feeling know

The Spirit’s tidal ebb and flow.

2.  Lord, it is good abiding here

We cry, the heavenly presence near;

The vision vanishes, our eyes

Are lifted into vacant skies!

3.  Yet hath one such exalted hour,

Upon the soul redeeming power,

And in its strength through after days

We travel our appointed ways;

4.  Till all the lowly vale grows bright,

Transfigured in remembered light,

And in untiring souls we bear

The freshness of the upper air.

5.  The mount for vision,–but below

The paths of daily duty go,

And nobler life therein shall own

The pattern on the mountain shown.

To Thee, O Dear, Dear Saviour!   1 comment

Above:  St. Mary and St. Martha of Bethany Episcopal Church, Buford, Georgia, February 11, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

(https://picasaweb.google.com/114749828757741527421/ConsecrationOfTheNewChurchProperyOfStMaryAndStMarthaBuford#5708081632125763586)

Words by John Monsell (1811-1875), a priest of the Church of Ireland

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), of the Methodist Episcopal Church (1784-1939) and the Methodist Episcopal Church, South (1845-1939)

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1.  To thee, O dear, dear Saviour!

My spirit turns for rest,

My peace is in they favor,

My pillow on thy breast;

Though all the world deceive me,

I know that I am thine,

And thou wilt never leave me,

O blessed Saviour mine.

2.  In thee my trust abideth,

On thee my hope relies,

O thou whose love provideth

For all beneath the skies;

O thou whose mercy found me,

From bondage set me free,

And then forever bound me

With threefold cords to thee.

3.  My grief is in the dullness

With which this sluggish heart

Doth open to the fullness

Of all thou wouldst impart;

My joy is in thy beauty

Of holiness divine,

My comfort in the duty

That binds my life in thine.

4.  Alas, that I should ever

Have failed in love to thee,

The only one who never

Forgot or slighted me!

O for a heart to love thee

More truly than I ought,

And nothing place above thee

In deed, or word, or thought.

5.  O for that choicest blessing

Of living in thy love,

And thus on earth possessing

The peace of heaven above;

O for the bliss that by it

The soul securely knows

The holy calm and quiet

Of faith’s serene repose!

Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life   15 comments

Times Square, New York, New York

Image Source = Terabass

Words by the Reverend Frank Mason North (1850-1935), a minister of the late Methodist Episcopal Church, a forerunner of The United Methodist Church (1968-); North, concerned with social justice, was active in the movement to end child labor and served as President of the Federal Council of Churches, a forerunner of the National Council of Churches, from 1916 to 1920

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), of the Methodist Episcopal Church and the Methodist Episcopal Church, South; the hymn appeared first in this book

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1.  Where cross the crowded ways of life,

Where sound cries of race and clan,

Above the noise of selfish strife,

We hear thy voice, O Son of man!

2.  In haunts of wretchedness and need,

Of shadowed thresholds dark with fears,

From paths where hide the lures of greed,

We catch the vision of thy tears.

3.  From tender childhood’s helplessness,

From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,

From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,

Thy heart has never known recoil.

4.  The cup of water given for thee

Still holds the freshness of thy grace;

Yet long these multitudes to see

The sweet compassion of thy face.

5.  O Master, from the mountain side,

Make haste to heal these hearts of pain,

Among these restless throngs abide,

O tread the city’s street’s again,

6.  Till sons of men shall learn thy love

And follow where thy feet have trod:

Till glorious from thy heaven above

Shall come the city of our God.