Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior

Words: Fanny J. Crosby
Music: William H. Doane

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: Supplication
Scripture: Genesis 18:3

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                   Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
                   Hear my humble cry;
                   While on others Thou art calling,
                   Do not pass me by.
               
                       Refrain:
                       Savior, Savior,
                       Hear my humble cry,
                       While on others Thou are calling,
                       Do not pass me by.
               
                   Let me at a throne of mercy
                   Find a sweet relief;
                   Kneeling there in deep contrition,
                   Help my unbelief.
               
                   Trusting only in Thy merit,
                   Would I seek Thy face;
                   Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
                   Save me by Thy grace.
               
                   Thou the spring of all my comfort,
                   More than life to me,
                   Whom have I on earth beside Thee,
                   Whom in Heav’n but Thee.
               

Nothing But the Blood of Jesus

Words and Music: Robert Lowry

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: Blood
Scripture: Hebrews 9:22

1. 1. 1. 1. 1.     What can wash away my sin?
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
                   What can make me whole again?
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                       Refrain:
                       Oh! precious is the flow
                       That makes me white as snow;
                       No other fount I know,
                       Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                   For my pardon, this I see,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
                   For my cleansing this my plea,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                   Nothing can for sin atone,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
                   Naught of good that I have done,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                   This is all my hope and peace,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
                   This is all my righteousness,
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                   Now by this I’ll overcome—
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
                   Now by this I’ll reach my home—
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
               
                   Glory! Glory! This I sing—
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
                   All my praise for this I bring—
                   Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

Text: Joachim Neander

Music: Erneuerten Gesangbuch

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: Praise
Scripture: Psalm 150:1-2

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               1. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
                  O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
                  All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
                  Praise Him in glad adoration.
                  
                  Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
                  Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
                  Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been
                  Granted in what He ordaineth?
                  
                  Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
                  Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
                  Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
                  If with His love He befriend thee.
                  
                  Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
                  Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
                  Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace,
                  Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.
                  
                  Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding,
                  Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
                  Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night,
                  Saints with His mercy surrounding. 
               2. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
                  All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him;
                  Let the Amen sound from His people again,
                  Gladly for aye we adore Him.
                  

Oh Worship the King

Text: Robert Grant
Music: Lyons, attributed to Johann M. Haydn; arranged by William Gardiner

Copyright: Public Domain

Main subject: Worship

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               1. 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.

Rise Up, O Men of God!

Text: William P. Merril
Music: William H. Walter

Copyright: Public Domain

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            1. 1. Rise up, O men of God!
                  Have done with lesser things.
                  Give heart and mind and soul and strength
                  to serve the King of kings.
                  
                  Rise up, O men of God!
                  The kingdom tarries long.
                  Bring in the day of brotherhood
                  and end the night of wrong.
                  
                  Rise up, O men of God!
                  The church for you doth wait,
                  her strength unequal to her task;
                  rise up, and make her great!
                  
                  Lift high the cross of Christ!
                  Tread where his feet have trod.
                  As brothers of the Son of Man,
                  rise up, O men of God!

Let the Lower Lights be Burning

Text: Philip P. Bliss

Copyright: Public Domain

Main subject: Light

Scripture: Philippians 2:15; Luke 12:35

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               1. Brightly beams our Father’s mercy,
                  From His lighthouse evermore,
                  But to us He gives the keeping
                  Of the lights along the shore.
                  • Refrain:
                    Let the lower lights be burning!
                    Send a gleam across the wave!
                    Some poor struggling, fainting seaman
                    You may rescue, you may save.
               2. Dark the night of sin has settled,
                  Loud the angry billows roar;
                  Eager eyes are watching, longing,
                  For the lights along the shore.
               3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
                  Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed,
                  Trying now to make the harbor,
                  In the darkness may be lost.

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Text: Thomas O. Chisholm

Music: William M. Runyan

Copyright:  © 1923 renewed 1951 Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188
Main subject: Praise, Faithfulness
Scripture: Lamentations 3:22-23

English lyrics to this popular hymn cannot be published here due to copyright restrictions. Details of the copyright statement can be viewed here. A Tagalog translation is presented here instead. The original translator, however, is unknown to this blogger.


O Dios naming Ama laging tapat
Hindi nagbabago sa twi-twina
Namamalagi ang awa’t pagsinta
Ang katapatan Mo’y walang hanggan

CHORUS
Tunay Kang matapat!
Tunay Kang matapat!
Araw-araw aking namamalas
Ang nasa ko ay aking natanggap
Tunay Kang matapat
Hanggang wakas

Tag-ani, tag-ulan at sa tag-araw
B’wan, araw, at bituin kumikinang
Nag-aawitan na may kasiyahan
Katapatan Mo O Dios ay tunay

Kapatawaran at kapayapaan
Mga pangako Mong umakbay
Ang pag-asa’t lakas ay sumisilang
Ang lahat na ito’y kaloob lamang

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