I Know That My Redeemer Lives

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living Head.

He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives eternally to save,
He lives all glorious in the sky,
He lives exalted there on high.

He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death:
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His Name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same.
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!

Words: Samuel Medley, 1775.
Tune:Duke Street” attr. John Hatton, 1793.

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My God, Accept My Heart This Day

My God, accept my heart this day,
And make it always Thine,
That I from Thee no more may stray,
No more from Thee decline.

Before the cross of Him who died,
Behold, I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,
Let Christ be all in all.

Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own,
That I may see Thy glorious face,
And worship at Thy throne.

May the dear blood once shed for me
My blest atonement prove
That I from first to last may be
The purchase of Thy love!

Let every thought, and work, and word,
To Thee be ever given;
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of Heaven.

Words: Matthew Bridges, 1848
Tune: St. Peter (Reinagle)” Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836.
Alternate Tune:Song 67” Orlando Gibbons, 1623.

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When Jesus Christ, The King Of Glory

When Jesus Christ, the King of glory,
Went down in spirit into hell,
Of Gologatha to tell the story,
And storm th’infernal citadel;

And when the Angel-host attending
Gave order to the gates of brass
To lift their heads, that Christ descending
Might through those gloomy portals pass;

The righteous souls of ages olden,
In prison and captivity,
In Hades’ grip now long time holden,
Cried out, “All welcome, Lord, to Thee!”

“Constrained in darkness long to tarry,
Thine Advent, our Desire, we hail:
Lord, Thou art come today to carry
Thy captive people forth from jail.”

“For Thee we sighed, for Thee did languish,
Physician risen from the grave;
Thou art our hope, relief from anguish,
Thou, only Thou, canst heal and save.”

Words: Bl. Notker Balbulus (ca. 840-912); tr. G.R. Woodward, 1923.
Tune:Commandments” Louis Bourgeois, 1543.

Here is the original Latin text for this hymn:

Cum rex gloriae Christus infernum debellaturus intraret, et chorus angelicus ante faciem eius protas principum tolli praeciperet, sanctorum populus, qui tenebatur in morte captivus, voce lacrimabili clamabat dicens: Advenisti desiderabilis, quem expectabamus in tenebris, ut educered hac nocte vinculatos de claustris. Te nostra vocabant suspiria, te large requirebant lamenta, tu factus est spes desperatis, magna consolatio in tormentis. Alleluia.

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Virgin-Born We Bow Before Thee

Virgin-born, we bow before Thee:
blessed was the womb that bore Thee;
Mary, Mother meek and mild,
blessed was she in her Child.
Blessed was the breast that fed Thee;
blessed was the hand that led Thee;
blessed was the parent’s eye
that watched Thy slumbering infancy.

Blessed she by all creation,
who brought forth the world’s salvation,
and blessed they, for ever blest,
who love Thee most and serve Thee best.
Virgin-born, we bow before Thee;
blessed was the womb that bore Thee;
Mary, Mother meek and mild,
blessed was she in her Child. Amen.

Words: Reginald Heber (1783-1826).
Tune:Mon Dieu, Prete Moi L’Oreille” Louis Bourgeois, 1542.

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I Sing the Mighty Power of God

I sing the mighty power of God,*
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God’s command,
And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
Who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.

There’s not a plant or flower below,
But makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee
Is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that man can be,
Thou, God art present there.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1715.
Tune:Ellacombe” William H. Monk, 1868.
Alternate Tune: Forest Green” Traditional English Melody arr. by Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906.

*An alternate version of this line, which may or may not be the original is this:
I sing th’almighty power of God

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Ye Sons Of Adam Vain And Young

Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;

Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment, too.

God from on high records your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.

The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror through:
How will you stand before His face,
Or answer for His injured grace?

Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of Thy Word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707.
Tune:Abbotsford” from Catholische Geistliche Gesänge, 1608.

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Are Thy Toils and Woes Increasing?

Are thy toils and woes increasing?
Are the Foe’s attacks unceasing?
Look with Faith unclouded,
Gaze with eyes unshrouded,
On the Cross!

Dost thou fear that strictest trial?
Tremblest thou at Christ’s denial?
Never rest without it, -
Clasp thine hands about it, -
—That dear Cross.

Diabolic legions press thee?
Thoughts and works of sin distress thee?
It shall chase all terror, -
It shall right all error, -
That sweet Cross!

Draw’st thou nigh to Jordan’s river?
Should’st thou tremble? Need’st thou quiver?
No! if by it lying,—
No! if on it dying,—
On the Cross!

Say then,—’Master, while I cherish
That sweet hope, I cannot perish!
After this life’s story,
Give Thou me the glory
For the Cross!’

Words: St. Methodius I, 836; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862.

So far, I have been unable to find the original Greek. From what I can gather, the opening words are “Εἰ καὶ τὰ παρόντα”

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