A Hymn For Today: Lord, Enthroned in Heavenly Splendor

 

A Hymn For Today

Lord, enthroned in heav’nly splendor, 
First begotten from the dead, 
You alone, our strong defender, 
Now lift up Your people’s head. 
Here we kneel, our homage paying, 
Here in loving rev’rence bow; 
Here for faith’s discernment praying, 
Lest we fail to know You now. 

Though the lowly form may veil You 
As of old in Bethlehem, 
Here as there Your angels hail You, 
Branch and flow’r of Jesse’s stem. 
Paschal Lamb, Your off’ring finished 
Once for all when You were slain, 
In its fullness undiminished 
Shall forevermore remain. 

Great High Priest of our profession, 
Through the veil You entered in, 
By Your mighty intercession, 
Grace and peace for us to win. 
Life-imparting heav’nly manna, 
Smitten rock with streaming side, 
Heav’n and earth with loud hosanna 
Worship You, the Lamb who died. 

8.7.8.7.D – vv. 1, 2, George H. Bourne, 1874 
vs. 3 – Unknown 

Tune: HYFRYDOL – Rowland H. Prichard, 1831

#243 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012 

A Hymn For Today: We Walk By Faith and Not By Sight

A HYMN FOR TODAY: We Walk By Faith and Not By Sight

We walk by faith and not by sight;
No gracious words we hear
From Him who spoke as man ne’er spoke,
But we believe Him near.

We may not touch His hands and side,
Nor follow where He trod;
But in His promise we rejoice,
And cry, “My Lord and God!”

Help then, O Lord, our unbelief;
And may our faith abound,
To call on You when You are near
And seek where You are found.

That, when our life of faith is done,
In realms of clearer light
We may behold You as You are,
With full and endless sight.

CM (8.6.8.6) – Henry Alford, 1844

Tune: IRISH – Powell’s Collection of Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1749

#494 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

A Hymn for Today: Lord, Speak To Me

Lord, speak to me that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou has sought, so let me seek
Thine erring children lost and lone.

O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.

O give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing pow’r
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.

O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.

LM (8.8.8.8) – Frances R. Havergal, 1872

Tune: HOLLEY – George Hews, 1835

#632 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012