Hymns from the East Part 12

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Because I was brought low, And sin had triumphed quite, Thou G.o.d, all good, didst bow, And seek me in the night.

II

And Thou didst lift me up, For Thou wert lifted high, When on the Cross Thou gav'st Thyself for man to die.

III

Thou Life, Immortal Life!

O, full of sympathy!

Clothed with my flesh Thou cam'st From Thy felicity.

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To burst our mortal bands, And vanquish in the strife, And dead, from death arise, Crowned with immortal life.

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To Father and to Son, To Thee, blest Spirit, praise, Here on the earth, and there Where live the endless days.

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O G.o.d of life, in whom we live, The bounties of Thy favour give, And teach our souls to soar; That, at the source of every good, Our life may find its needful food, And live for evermore.

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O Lord of mercy, by whose grace The sinner seeks the Father's face, And finds a welcome there; When fears the trembling soul distress, And sins the aching heart oppress, O Lord of mercy, spare.

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And say to Him who loves Thee best, And sent Thee to a world distressed, His blessing to impart,-- "Hear Thou the sinner's mournful cries, Accept his preferred sacrifice, A broken, contrite heart."

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Blest Spirit, who in holy flame, At Pentecost all powerful came,-- Our sin-stained souls renew; And by Thine all-consuming fire, Consume our sin and vile desire, And make us pure and true.

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To G.o.d who dwells in highest heaven, Be endless praise and glory given,-- And praise to Christ the Son.

And to the Holy Spirit blest, For comfort and for gifts the best,-- Immortal Three in One.

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By Thine own hand the gift was given Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven; But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned, And from my Father's house I turned.

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O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee; Be pitiful, and pardon me, For I have sinned; O, give me grace To seek in penitence Thy face.

III

Yea, I repent in anguish low; Give me again Thy love to know; And if a servant's place remain, Take me in mercy back again.

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Lord, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Now make Thy countenance to s.h.i.+ne, And let me see Thy face.

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For O, my heart is sad, Because my sin I know; And though I strive, I fail, And still unG.o.dly grow.

III

And all my aims are lost, And all my striving vain,-- Wilt Thou refresh my soul, And visit me again?

IV

'Tis morning when the sun Upon the mountain glows; 'Tis evening when the shade Upon the valleys grows;

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And when Thy face I see, 'Tis morning in my soul; But when Thou turn'st away, The evening shadows roll.

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And night comes on apace, And all forlorn I sigh;-- O, bid the morning dawn, Look on me lest I die.

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O, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Now make Thy countenance to s.h.i.+ne, And let me see Thy face.

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