A Fine Old Calvinist Hymn (Author Unknown)

26 04 2012

Discovered this little gem in an old Reformed Hymnal

Father, Son, and Spirit One
By mercy, blood, and pow’r hath won
A ransomed bride saved for His Son
A finished work by Him was done

He did what he set out to do
Christ’s blood redeemed a church for you
Lost sinners under wrath they stood
Bought by his mercy, faith,and blood

What God has joined let no man tear
His church is strong beneath his care
He’s promised them they will be pure
He’s promised them they will endure


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3 05 2012
gardnesd

I like the melancholy hymns. Guessing that some of the early composers dealt with death of children and illness and sadness in a more sudden way than we do.

Lift Up Thy Bleeding Hand

1. When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner’s wound.

2. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner’s woe.

Chorus
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

3. When penitential grief has wept
O’er some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4. ‘Tis Jesus’ blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that’s touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.

3 05 2012
gardnesd

Lift Up Thy Bleeding Hand

1. When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner’s wound.

2. When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner’s woe.

Chorus
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

3. When penitential grief has wept
O’er some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4. ‘Tis Jesus’ blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that’s touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.

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