Acts 7:1--13:42

• [Act 7:56] O Saving Victim, Open Wide

  O saving Victim, open wide The gate of Heaven to man below; Our foes press on from every side; Your aid supply; Your strength bestow. To your great Name be endless praise; Immortal Godhead, One in Three; Grant us, for endless length of days, In our true native land to be.
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• [Act 7:56] Yesterday, With Exultation

  Yesterday, with exultation, Joined the world in celebration, Of her promised Savior’s birth; Yesterday the angel nation Poured the strains of jubilation O’er the Monarch born on earth. But today o’er death victorious, By his faith and actions glorious, By his miracles renowned, See the Deacon triumph gaining, ’Midst the faithless faith sustaining, First of holy martyrs found. Onward, champion, falter never, Sure of sure reward forever, Holy Stephen, persevere; Perjured witnesses confounding, Satan’s synagogues astounding By thy doctrine true and clear. Thine own Witness is in Heaven, True and faithful, to thee given, Witness of thy blamelessness; By thy name a crown implying, Meet it is thou shouldst be dying For the crown of righteousness. For the crown that fadeth never Bear the torturer’s brief endeavor; Victory waits to end the strife; Death shall be thy life’s beginning, And life’s losing be the winning Of the true and better life. Filled with God’s most Holy Spirit, See the Heav’n thou shalt inherit, Stephen, gaze into the skies; There God’s glory steadfast viewing, Thence thy victor strength renewing, Pant for thy eternal prize. See, as Jewish foes invade thee, See how Jesus stands to aid thee, Stands at God’s right hand on high: Tell how opened heaven is shown thee, Tell how Jesus waits to own thee, Tell it with thy latest cry. As the dying martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then in Christ he sleepeth sweetly, And with Christ he reigneth meetly, Martyr firstfruits, evermore.

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• [Act 7:60] Saint Of God, Elect And Precious

  Saint of God, elect and precious, Protomartyr Stephen, bright With thy love of amplest measure, Shining round thee like a light; Who to God commendest, dying, Them that did thee all despite. Glitters now the crown above thee, Figured in thy honored name: O that we, who truly love thee, May have portion in the same; In the dreadful day of judgment Fearing neither sin nor shame. Laud to God, and might, and honor, Who with flowers of rosy dye Crowned thy forehead, and hath placed thee In the starry throne on high: He direct us, He protect us, From death’s sting eternally.

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• [Act 8:17] Behold Us, Lord, Before Thee Met

  Behold us, Lord, before Thee met Whom each bright angel serves and fears, Who on Thy throne rememberest yet Thy spotless boyhood’s quiet years; Whose feet the hills of Nazareth trod, Who art true Man and perfect God. To Thee we look, in Thee confide, Our help is in Thine own dear Name; For who on Jesus e’er relied, And found not Jesus still the same? Thus far Thy love our souls hath brought: O stablish well what Thou hast wrought. From Thee was our baptismal grace, The holy seed by Thee was sown; And now before our Father’s face We make the three great vows our own, And ask, in Thine appointed way, Confirm us in Thy grace today. We need Thee more than tongue can speak, ’Mid foes that well might cast us down; But thousands, once as young and weak, Have fought the fight, and won the crown; We ask the help that bore them through; We trust the Faithful and the True. So bless us with the gift complete By hands of Thy chief pastors giv’n, That awful Presence kind and sweet, Which comes in sevenfold might from Heav’n; Eternal Christ, to Thee we bow: Give us Thy Spirit here and now.

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• [Act 8:21] Is Thy Heart Right With God?

  Have thy affections been nailed to the cross? Is thy heart right with God? Dost thou count all things for Jesus but loss? Is thy heart right with God? Refrain Is thy heart right with God, Washed in the crimson flood, Cleansed and made holy, humble and lowly, Right in the sight of God? Hast thou dominion o’er self and o’er sin? Is thy heart right with God? Over all evil without and within? Is thy heart right with God? Refrain Is there no more condemnation for sin? Is thy heart right with God? Does Jesus rule in the temple within? Is thy heart right with God? Refrain Are all thy pow’rs under Jesus’ control? Is thy heart right with God? Does He each moment abide in thy soul? Is thy heart right with God? Refrain

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• [Act 9:3] We Sing The Glorious Conquest

  We sing the glorious conquest, Before Damascus’ gate, When Saul, the Church’s spoiler, Came breathing threats and hate; The rav’ning wolf rushed forward Full early to the prey; But lo! the Shepherd met him, And bound him fast today. O glory most excelling That smote across his path! O light that pierced and blinded The zealot in his wrath! O voice that spake within him The calm, reproving word! O love that sought and held him The bondman of his Lord! O Wisdom ord’ring all things In order strong and sweet, What nobler spoil was ever Cast at the Victor’s feet? What wiser master builder E’er wrought at Thine employ Than he, till now so furious Thy building to destroy? Lord, teach thy Church the lesson, Still in her darkest hour Of weakness and of danger, To trust Thy hidden power; Thy grace by ways mysterious The wrath of man can bind, And in Thy boldest foeman Thy chosen saint can find.

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• [Act 9:4] Shepherd Now Was Smitten, The

  The Shepherd now was smitten; The wolf was ravening near; The scattered flock he threatened, But knew not Whose they were. In zealous fury seeking To bind and crucify, A sudden voice withheld him, A loud and startling cry: “Saul! Saul! why blindly daring To persecute thy Lord? ’Tis Jesus Whom thou hatest, Rebel not at My Word.” Then forth in prayer he stretcheth Those hands prepared to slay; “What wouldst Thou with Thy servant? My Lord and Master, say.” Christ’s foe becomes His soldier, The wolf destroys no more, A gentle lamb he enters The sheepfold by the door. O voice of God Almighty, What wonders hath it wrought! It rends the lofty cedars, It bends the haughty thought. Jesu, our Shepherd, cease not Thy flock from harm to free, And, when Thy sheep are wandering, O lead them back to Thee. To Father, Son, and Spirit, All glory, praise and might, Who called us out of darkness To His own glorious light.

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• [Act 9:6] What Wilt Thou Have Me To Do?

  What wilt Thou have me to do, O Lord, What wilt Thou have me to do? Thou hast redeemed me, Thy right I own, Thine are my pow’rs, my Savior, alone; Thou hast for me such great things done. Refrain What wilt Thou have me to do? What is the labor appointed me? Where shall I labor for Thee? What wilt Thou have me to do, O Lord, What wilt Thou have me to do? Is it to labor? I’ll gladly go; Is it to wait? then let it be so; Only Thy will I ask to know; Refrain What wilt Thou have me to do, O Lord, What wilt Thou have me to do? Sing of Thy mercy Who died for me? Tell the good news, salvation is free? Say, shall I work or sing for Thee? Refrain

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• [Act 9:41] The Touch Of His Hand On Mine

  There are days so dark that I seek in vain For the face of my Friend divine; But though darkness hide, He is there to guide By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, There is grace and power, in the trying hour, In the touch of His hand on mine. There are times, when tired of the toilsome road, That for ways of the world I pine; But He draws me back to the upward track By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain When the way is dim, and I cannot see Through the mist of His wise design, How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain In the last sad hour, as I stand alone, Where the powers of death combine, While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain

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• [Act 10:35] Christ For The World We Sing

  Christ for the world we sing, The world to Christ we bring, with loving zeal, The poor and them that mourn, the faint and overborne, Sin sick and sorrow worn, whom Christ doth heal. Christ for the world we sing, The world to Christ we bring, with fervent prayer; The wayward and the lost, by restless passions tossed, Redeemed at countless cost, from dark despair. Christ for the world we sing, The world to Christ we bring, with one accord; With us the work to share, with us reproach to dare, With us the cross to bear, for Christ our Lord. Christ for the world we sing, The world to Christ we bring, with joyful song; The newborn souls, whose days, reclaimed from error’s ways, Inspired with hope and praise, to Christ belong.

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• [Act 11:23] I Would Be True

  I would be true, for there are those who trust me; I would be pure, for there are those who care; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare; I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend of all—the foe, the friendless; I would be giving, and forget the gift; I would be humble, for I know my weakness; I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would be faithful through each passing moment; I would be constantly in touch with God; I would be strong to follow where He leads me; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod. Who is so low that I am not his brother? Who is so high that I’ve no path to him? Who is so poor, that I may not feel his hunger? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so hurt I may not know his heartache? Who sings for joy my heart may never share? Who in God’s heaven has passed beyond my vision? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? May none, then, call on me for understanding, May none, then, turn to me for help in pain, And drain alone his bitter cup of sorrow, Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain. Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain.

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• [Act 12:7] And Can It Be That I Should Gain?

  And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain— For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. He left His Father’s throne above So free, so infinite His grace— Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race: ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me! Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray— I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

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