English Hymn G-H


God is our refuge strong, Let all who suffer wrong Find welcome here.
Here, though earth stand no more, Though oceans rage and roar
And break the mountains o’er, We shall not fear.


Peoples and nations shake When raging heathen make Their malice felt.
But once a single word Of our Lord’s voice was heard
A greater thing occurred: The earth did melt.


Our God, the Lord of all, Our help, our tower tall, Will not us fail.
To earth’s remotest shore He makes wars rage no more
Sword, spear, the tools of war Can naught avail.


Our Lord, great God above, Saves us in pow’r and love Praise ye the Lord!
Though grief and pain be rife, Sharp woe and bitter strife,
Our refuge and our life Is our Lord God.

 


The God of Abraham Praise


The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days
And God of love.
Jehovah, great I Am!
By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred name
Forever blest.

The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth rise and seek the joys
At his right hand.
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame and power,
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my pilgrim days
In all my ways.
He deigns to call me friend;
He calls himself my God.
And he shall save me to the end
Through Jesus’ blood.

He by himself has sworn;
I on his oath depend.
I shall, on eagle wings up borne,
To heaven ascend.
I shall behold his face;
I shall his power adore
And sing the wonders of his grace
Forever more.

Though nature’s strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,
To Canaan’s bounds I urge my way
At his command.
The watery deep I pass,
With Jesus in my view,
And through the howling wilderness
My way pursue.

The goodly land I see,
With peace and plenty blest;
A land of sacred liberty
And endless rest.
There mild and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound,
And trees of life forever grow
With mercy crowned.

There dwells the Lord our king,
The Lord our righteousness,
Triumphant over the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace.
On Zion’s sacred height
His kingdom he maintains
And glorious with his saints in light
Forever reigns.

The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing,
And “Holy, holy, holy!” cry,
“Almighty King!
Who was and is the same.
And evermore shall be:
Jehovah, Father, Great I Am!
We worship thee!”

The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high.
“Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
They ever cry.
Hail, Abraham’s God and mine!
I join the heavenly lays:
All might and majesty are thine
And endless praise!

 



1. God rest you merry, gentlemen,
let nothing you dismay,
remember Christ our Savior
was born on Christmas day,
to save us all from Satan’s pow’r
when we were gone astray;


Refrain:
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.


2. From God our heav’nly Father,
a blessed angel came;
and unto certain shepherds
brought tidings of the same:
how that in Bethlehem was born
the son of God by name,


3. “Fear not, then,” said the angel,
“let nothing you affright;
this day is born a Savior
of a pure virgin bright,
to free all those who trust in him
from Satan’s pow’r and might.”


4. The shepherds at those tidings
rejoiced much in mind,
and left their flocks a-feeding,
in tempest, storm, and wind,
and went to Bethlehem straightway,
the Son of God to find.