A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of The Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymns

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Again the day returns of sacred rest,
Which when He made the world Jehovah blest;
When like His own, He bade our labours cease,
And all be piety and all be peace.

Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn His will, and all we learn, obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
And join in penitence, and join in pray'r.

So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive,
That only tribute man hath pow'r to give;
So shall He hear while fervently we raise,
Our choral harmony, in hymns of praise.

Father of Heav'n ! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose pow'r protects us and whose precepts
In life our guardian, and in death our friend,
Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.


All hail the great Immanuel's Name !
Ye angels, prostrate fall :
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call:
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye Saints, redeem'd of Adam's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye realms of every tongue and name,
Ye nations great and small,
Your mighty Saviour's praise proclaim,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Oh ! that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.


Almighty Father ! rob'd with light,
Seated upon Thy heav'nly throne,
O teach our hearts to feel aright,
And tongues to say "Thy will be done."

In all Thy just and righteous ways
Thy grace and goodness may we own,
For ev'ry mercy yield our praise,
And say, O Lord, "Thy will be done."

And when oppress'd with grief we lie,
When brighter scenes are fled and gone,
Still may our souls submissive cry,
Father in Heav'n, "Thy will be done."


Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days ;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to Thy praise.

My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears ;
How frail at best is dying man !
How vain are all his hopes and fears.

Oh ! be a nobler portion mine !
My God ! I bow before Thy throne;
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.


Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth ;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth ; [ship,
Come and worship—Come and wor-
Worship Christ the new-born King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flock by night;
God with man is now residing ;
Yonder shines the infant light ; [ship,
Come and worship—Come and wor-
Worship Christ the new-born King.

Saints, before the altar bending,
Waiting long with hope and fear ;
Suddenly the Lord descending,
In His temple shall appear ; [ship,
Come and worship—Come and wor-
Worship Christ the new-born King.

Sinners wrung with true repentance,
Doom'd for guilt to endless pains;
Justice now revokes the sentence,
Grace is given to break your chains ;
Come and worship—Come and wor-
Worship Christ the new-born King.


As through this wilderness I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my way ;
No foes, no evil, need I fear,
If Thou, my Lord, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my strength in waves of woe,
Saviour, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head and cheer my heart.

Teach me where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, to follow Thee ;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day ;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.


Awake ! rejoice ! and hail the morn,
Whereon the Prince of Life was born ;
With grateful hearts arise and sing,
Hosannah to th' eternal King ;
Let all the earth proclaim the morn
Whereon the King of Kings was born.

He came, He came, the incarnate God,
This dreary world made his abode ;
The angel hosts their Lord proclaim'd,
And Jesus was this Saviour nam'd ;
All Heaven exulted on that morn,
Whereon the Lord of Lords was born.

Arise, and join the choirs above,
And sing the great Immanuel's love,
In sweetest strains they jointly cry,
All glory be to God on high ;
Let Heav'n and earth proclaim the morn,
Whereon the Prince of Peace was born.


Awake my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run ;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last ;
Thy talents to improve take care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear ;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts thy works and ways.

Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to the eternal King !


Before Jehovah's awful throne
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone ;
He can create and He destroy.

His sov'reign pow'r without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men ;
And when like wand'ring sheep, we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.

We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the Heav'ns our voices raise.
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love ;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN 10.

Blow ye the trumpet blow
The gladly solemn sound ;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made ;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls be glad ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners home.

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb ;
Redemption by his blood
Through all the world proclaim.
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners home.

HYMN 11.

Brightest and best of the sons of the
morning !
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us
Thine aid !
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are
shining, [stall ;
Low lies His head with the beasts of the
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the
ocean, [the mine ?
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from
Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ;
Richer by.far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

HYMN 12.

Bright and joyful is the morn,
For to us a child is born ;
From the highest realms of Heav'n
Unto us a Son is given.

On His shoulder He shall bear
Pow'r and majesty, and wear
On His vesture and His thigh
Names most awful names most high.

Wonderful in counsel He,
The incarnate Deity ;
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,
King of Kings and Prince of Peace.

Come and worship at His feet,
Yield to Christ the homage meet,
From His manger to His throne,
Homage due to God alone.

HYMN 13.

Captain of our salvation, take
The souls we here present to Thee,
And fit for Thy great service make
These heirs of immortality ;
And let them in Thine image rise,
And then transplant to Paradise.
Unspotted from the world and pure,
Preserve them for Thy glorious cause,
Accustom'd daily to endure
The welcome burden of Thy cross :
Inured to toil and patient pain,
Till all Thy perfect mind they gain.
Train up Thy hardy Soldiers, Lord,
In all their Captain's steps to tread !
Or send them to proclaim Thy Word,
Thy Gospel through the world to spread,
Freely as they receive to give,
And preach The Death by which we live !

HYMN 14.

Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing :
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.

We are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod ;
They are happy now, and we
Soou their happiness shall see.

Let us sing : for safe and bless'd,
We with Jesus soon shall rest ;
There our home is now prepar'd,
There our kingdom and reward.

Onward then we'll gladly press,
Through this earthly wilderness ;
Thou, O Lord, our Saviour be,
And we'll ever worship Thee.

HYMN 15.

Christ from the dead is raised, and made
The first fruits of the tomb ;
For as by man came death, by man
Did resurrection come.

For as in Adam all mankind
Did guilt and death derive,
So by the righteousness of Christ
Shall all be made alive.

If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get
The things that are above, where Christ,
At God's right hand doth sit.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory ; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

HYMN 16.

Come gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above ;
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.

The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and love Thy way ;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.

Lead us to holiness, the road,
The narrow road which leads to God ;
Bring us to Christ, the living Way,
Nor let us from Him ever stray.

Lead us to God, our only rest,
To be with Him for ever blest ;
Lead us to Heav'n, its bliss to share,
Fulness of joy for ever there.

HYMN 17.

Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come,
And visit all the souls of Thine ;
Thou hast inspired our hearts with life ;
Inspire them now with life divine.

Thou art the Comforter, the Gift
Of God Most High, the Fire of love,
The everlasting Spring of joy,
And Holy Unction from above.

Thy gifts are manifold ; Thou writ'st
God's law in ev'ry faithful heart ;
The promise of the Father, Thou
Dost heav'nly eloquence impart.

Enlighten our dark souls till they
Thy love, Thy heav'nly love, embrace ;
And since we are by nature frail,
Assist us with Thy saving grace.

HYMN 17 [18].

Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne ;
Unnumber'd thousands are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

"Worthy the Lamb that died I" they cry,
"To be exalted thus :"
"Worthy the Lamb !" our lips reply ;
"For He was slain for us."

Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine ;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.