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Charles Coffin; tr. John Chandler, 1837·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
As now the sun’s declining rays
Towards the eve descend,
E’en so our years are sinking down
To their appointed end.
Verse 2
Lord, on the cross Thine arms were stretched
To draw us to the sky;
O grant us then that cross to love,
And in those arms to die.
Verse 3
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
All glory be from saints on earth,
And from the angel host.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 13 · C.M. · Holy Trinity
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Godfrey Thring·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of power, Lord of might;
God and Father of us all;
Lord of day, and Lord of night,
Listen to our solemn call:
Listen, whilst to Thee we raise
Songs of prayer, and songs of praise.
Verse 2
Light, and love, and life are Thine,
Great Creator of all good;
Fill our souls with light Divine,
Give us with our daily food
Blessings from Thy heavenly store,
Blessings rich for evermore.
Verse 3
Graft within our heart of hearts
Love undying for Thy Name;
Bid us ere the day departs
Spread afar our Maker’s fame:
Young and old together bless,
Clothe our souls with righteousness.
Verse 4
Full of years, and full of peace,
May our life on earth be blest;
When our trials here shall cease,
And at last we sink to rest,
Fountain of eternal love,
Call us to our home above.
Godfrey Thring, “Lord of Power, Lord of Might”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 35 · 7.7.7.7.7.7. · Mount Zion
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John Mason·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My Lord, my Love, was crucified,
He all the pains did bear;
But in the sweetness of His rest
He makes His servants share.
Verse 2
How sweetly rest Thy saints above
Which in Thy bosom lie;
The Church below doth rest in hope
Of that felicity.
Verse 3
Thou, Lord, who daily feed’st Thy sheep,
Mak’st them a weekly feast;
Thy flocks meet in their several folds
Upon this day of rest.
Verse 4
Welcome and dear unto my soul
Are these sweet feasts of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
Verse 5
I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free;
Which makes us leave our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee.
Verse 6
I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;
I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Saviour’s face.
John Mason, “My Lord, My Love, Was Crucified”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 36 · C.M. · Beatitudo
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Pleasant are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are Thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
For Thy fulness, God of grace.
Verse 2
Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father’s breast!
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair
And enjoy it ever there.
Verse 3
Happy souls! their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies:
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length;
At Thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
Verse 4
Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by Thy saving grace;
Give me at Thy side a place.
Sun and Shield alike Thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart:
Grace and glory flow from Thee;
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.
Henry F. Lyte, “Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 49 · 7.7.7.7.D. · Maidstone
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are:
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
Verse 2
O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion’s hill.
Verse 3
They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!
Verse 4
God is our Sun and Shield,
Our Light and our Defence;
With gifts His hands are filled;
We draw our blessings thence;
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee.
Isaac Watts, “Lord of the Worlds Above”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 64 · 6.6.6.6.8.8. · (Darwall's 148th)
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
William Bright·Modern
Verse 1
And now the wants are told
That brought Thy children to Thy knee;
Here lingering still, we ask for nought,
But simply worship Thee.
Verse 2
The hope of heaven’s eternal days
Absorbs not all the heart
That gives Thee glory, love, and praise,
For being what Thou art.
Verse 3
For Thou art God, the One, the same,
O’er all things high and bright;
And round us, when we speak Thy Name,
There spreads a heaven of light.
Verse 4
O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence Divine;
To know that nought in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine.
Verse 5
O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O’er thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest
To weaklings as we are;
Verse 6
For when we feel the praise of Thee
A task beyond our powers,
We say, “A perfect God is He,
And He is fully ours.”
William Bright, “And Now the Wants Are Told”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 75 · C.M. · Elm
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage