English Hymn K-L


Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming,
As men of old have sung.
It came, a flow’ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.


Isaiah ’twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to men a Savior,
When half spent was the night.


This Flow’r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death He saves us,
And lightens every load.

 



Lonely the boat, sailing at sea, tossed on a cold, stormy night;
Cruel the sea which seemed so wide, with waves so high.
This single ship sailed the deep sea, straight into the gale;
O Lord, great is the peril, dangers do all assail.


Strong winds arose in all their rage, tossing the tiny lone boat;
Waves billowing high, tossing the boat, lost and afloat.
The sailor stood all alone, wondering what to do;
O Lord, so helpless was he, wondering what to do.


Trembling with fear, deep in despair, looking for help all around,
The sailor saw light from above. “Help can be found;
My God is here in my small boat, standing by my side;
O I trust in the Savior; now in my life abide.


“Pleading for Your mercy, O Lord, even a sinner like me;
Command, O Lord, calm to the sea, as in Galilee!
Please save my life from all danger, grant a peaceful life;
O please be merciful, Lord, in times of calm and strife.


“Storms in our lives, cruel and cold, surely will arise again,
Threatening lives, threatening us on life’s wild sea.
Powerful and great, God’s hand is there, firmly in control.
O Lord, calm peace comes from You, peace comes to my lone soul.”

 



1.Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious:
see the Man of Sorrows now;
from the fight returned victorious,
every knee to Him shall bow:


Refrain
Crown Him, Crown Him, Angels Crown Him,
Lord the Savior King of kings.
Crown Him, Crown Him, Angels Crown Him,
Lord the Savior King of kings.


2.Sinners in derision crowned Him,
mocking thus the Savior’s claim;
saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:


3.Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark,
those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O what joy the sight affords!