O Holy Spirit, enter in, Thy temple deign to make us; Sun of the soul, Thou Light Divine, Around and in us brightly shine, To strength and gladness wake us. Life from heaven there is given. For that precious gift implore Thee. 2 Left to ourselves we shall but stray; O lead us on the narrow way, With wisest counsel guide us, And give us steadfastness, that we May henceforth truly follow Thee, Whatever woes betide us. Heal Thou gently Hearts now broken; give some token Thou art near us, Whom we trust to light and cheer us. 3 Grant that our days, while life shall In purest holiness be passed: [last, Our minds so rule and strengthen That they may rise o'er things of earth, The hopes and joys that here have birth; And if our course Thou lengthen, Keep Thou pure, Lord, From offences, heart and senses; Blessed Spirit, Bid us thus true life inherit. Michael Schirmer, 1606-73; Catherine How lovely shines the Morning-star! The nations see and hail afar The Light in Judah shining; Great and glorious, Thou victorious Filling all the heavenly places. 2 Wake, wake your harps to sweetest songs! In praise of Him to Whom belongs All praise, join hearts and voices. My grateful heart rejoices. Hymns victorious, glad and glorious; Honor to the King of heaven. 3 O joy! to know that Thou, my Friend, Art Lord, Beginning without end, The First and Last, Eternal! And Thou at length, O glorious grace! Wilt take me to that holy place, The home of joys supernal. Amen! Amen! 1101 [For Tune, see next page.] Tune 230. Jesus, Lord, most great and glorious, We appear with supplication We desire it, Come then, for we belong to Thee, 2 Gracious Lord, Who by Thy passion And death, has gained our salvation, Oh may we all Thy Name confess; May we be by faith united To Thee, Who hast us all invited In all we do to prove [we Dear Lord, of Thee; and grant that May ever love Thee ardently. Zinzendorf, 1700–60. Those who have gone astray, Faithful Shepherd: [abide; With Thee, our Guide, may we Preserve us, lest we turn aside. C G. Clemens, and F. W. Foster. Wake, awake, for night is flying, And for His marriage feast prepare, She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down-all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her Star is risen, her Light is come! Ah come, Thou blessed Lord, O Jesus, Son of God, What there is ours: But we rejoice, and sing to Thee Our hymns of joy eternally. Philipp Nikolai, 1556–1608; Catherine Winkworth, tr., 1829-73. 2 Lord, there are bending now before Thee, The Elders, with their crowned glory, In glad, unnumbered myriads stand. Ever! Ever! We too are Thine, and with them sing, "Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 3 They sing, in sweet and sinless numbers, The wondrous love that never slumbers, Even by seraph's tongue, Never! Never! We too are Thine, and with them sing, "Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." 4 Come, Lord! reveal Thyself more fully, [truly; That we may learn to praise more Make every heart a temple true, Filled with Thy glory overflowing, More of Thy love each morning showing, And waking praises loud and new. Here let Thy peace divine Upon Thy children shine, Ever! Ever! And glad or sad, we ever sing, "Thou, Lord, and only Thou, art King!" Gerhardt Tersteegen, 1697-1769; Jane Borthwick, tr., 1858. 1105 Tune 230. Tune 230. Jesus, God of our salvation, No tongue can tell, what joy we feel, When Thou, Lord, dost Thyself reveal. 2 Thus our bliss will last for ever; Thou art our Head and Lord confessed: Lord, grant that we eternally Tune 230. 1107 His praise shall sound, all nature Where'er the race of man is found. 2 God with God dominion sharing, To view His face in light: And, while we see, transformed to be 3 Jesus, Lord, our Captain glorious, Thy reign extend, world without end; Let praise from all to Thee ascend. R. Feith, 1753-1824; James Montgomery, tr., 1771-1854. Countess Zinzendorf, 1700-56, Rest: Oh may we constantly Look up by faith to Thee, Who redeem'dst us; And daily prove that Thou art Love, Till we shall be with Thee above. Christian Gregor, 1723-1801. GREGOR'S 232ND METRE. Herzlich lieb hab'ich Dicn, O Herr (8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7, 8. 8, 8, 8, 4, 4, 4, 8, Bernhardt Schmidt, 1577. Iambic. Tune 232. Tune 232. Jesus, I love Thee fervently, Thy death and bitter passion; Thou highest Good, Claims that my love more ardent glowed. Thee, Father, God on heaven's throne, The Holy Ghost, the Comforter, O Christ, Thou glorious King, we own At God's right hand Thou hast Thy seat, Promote, we pray, Thy servants' good, Redeemed with Thy most precious blood; Among Thy saints make us ascend |