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One There Is, Above All Others   1 comment

One There Is, Above All Others

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  One there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend;

He is love beyond a brother’s,

Costly, free, and knows no end:

They who once His kindness prove

Find it everlasting love.

2.  When He loved on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was His name;

Now, above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same;

Still He calls them brethren, friends,

And to all their wants attends.

3.  Could we bear from one another

What He daily bears from us?

Yet this glorious Friend and Brother

Loves us though we treat Him thus;

Though for good we render ill,

He accounts us brethren still.

4.  O for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love:

We, alas!  forget too often

What a Friend we have above;

But, when home our souls are brought,

We will love Thee as we ought.

Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare   1 comment

Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

Above:  The Hymn Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;

Jesus loves to answer prayer;

He Himself has bid thee pray,

Therefore will not say thee nay.

2.  Thou are coming to a King;

Large petitions with thee bring;

For His grace and power are such,

None can ever ask too much.

3.  With my burden I begin:

Lord, remove this load of sin;

Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,

Set my conscience free from guilt.

4.  Lord, I come to Thee for rest;

Take possession of my breast;

There Thy blood-bought right maintain,

And without a rival reign.

5.  While I am a pilgrim here,

Let Thy love my spirit cheer;

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,

Lead me to my journey’s end.

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds   1 comment

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

Above:  The Hymn Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds

In a believer’s ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

2.  It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast;

‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest.

3.  Dear Name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place,

My never-failing treasury, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

4.  Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.

5.  Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;

But, when I see Thee as Thou art,

I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

6.  Till then I would Thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of Thy Name

Refresh my soul in death.

Dear Shepherd of Thy People, Hear   1 comment

Dear Shepherd

Above:  The Hymn Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  Dear Shepherd of Thy people, hear;

Thy presence now display;

As Thou hast given a place for prayer,

So give us hearts to pray.

2.  Within these walls let holy peace

And love and concord dwell;

Here give the troubled conscience ease,

The wounded spirit heal.

3.  May we in faith receive Thy word,

In faith present our prayers,

And in the presence of our Lord

Unbosom all our cares.

4.  The hearing ear, the seeing eye,

The humbled mind bestow;

And shine upon us from on high,

To make our graces grow.

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken   3 comments

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

Above:  Part of the Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He whose word cannot be broken

Formed thee for His own abode.

On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?

With salvation’s walls surrounded,

Thou mayst smile on all thy foes.

2.  See! the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,

Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove.

Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows, their thirst to assuage,–

Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,

Never fails from from age to age?

3.  Round each habitation hovering,

See! the cloud and fire appear,

For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near.

Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Washed in the Redeemer’s blood,

Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

4.  Saviour, if of  Zion’s city

I, through grace, a member am,

Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in Thy Name.

Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show;

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion’s children know.

John Newton   1 comment

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Above:  Newton’s Epitaph, By Himself

Image Source = The Leopards

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Grave_stone_of_John_Newton.JPG)

John Newton (1725-1807) was a slave ship captain who rejected the slave trade and became a priest of The Church of England.

http://neatnik2009.wordpress.com/2014/01/24/feast-of-john-newton-july-24/

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Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/glorious-things-of-thee-are-spoken/

How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/how-tedious-and-tasteless-the-hours/

Safely Through Another Week:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/safely-through-another-week/

Dear Shepherd of Thy People, Hear:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/dear-shepherd-of-thy-people-hear/

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/how-sweet-the-name-of-jesus-sounds/

O Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/come-my-soul-thy-suit-prepare/

One There Is, Above All Others:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/10/one-there-is-above-all-others/

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How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours   1 comment

How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours

Above:  Part of the Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1935), Methodist Episcopal Church; Methodist Episcopal Church, South; and Methodist Protestant Church to 1939; The Methodist Church from 1939

Words by John Newton (1725-1807)

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1.  How tedious and tasteless the hours

When Jesus no longer I see!

Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,

Have all lost their sweetness to me;

The midsummer sun shines but dim,

The fields strive in vain to look gay;

But when I am happy in Him,

December’s as pleasant as May.

2.  His Name yields the richest perfume,

And sweeter than music His voice;

His presence disperses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice;

I should, were He always thus nigh,

Have nothing to wish or to fear;

No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

3.  Content with him beholding His face,

My all to His pleasure resigned,

No changes of season or place

Would make any change in my mind:

While blest with a sense of His love,

A palace a toy would appear;

And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4.  Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,

If Thou are my sun and my song,

Say, why do I languish and pine,

And why are my winters so long?

O drive these dark clouds from my sky,

Thy soul-cheering presence restore;

Or take me to Thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.