I greet Thee (Hymn 103) - S4:E12 - Hymnology
Most Comments
•
4m 8s
1.I greet Thee, who my sure Redeemer art,
My only trust and Savior of my heart,
Who pain didst undergo for my poor sake;
I pray Thee from our hears all cares to take.
2.Thou art the King of mercy and of grace,
Reigning omnipotent in ev’ry place;
So come, O King, and our whole being sway;
Shine on us with the light of Thy pure day.
3.Thou art the life, by which alone we live,
And all our substance and our strength receive;
Sustain us by Thy faith and by Thy pow’r,
And give us strength in ev’ry trying hour.
4.Thou hast the true and perfect gentleness,
No harshness hast Thou and no bitterness;
O grant to us the grace we find in Thee,
That we may dwell in perfect unity.
5.Our hope is in no other save in Thee;
Our faith is built upon Thy promise free;
Lord, give us peace and make us calm and sure,
That in Thy strength we evermore endure.
Words: French hymn, Genevan Psalter, 1551; tr. Elizabeth L. Smith
Music: Strasbourg Psalter
Vocalists: Sara DiSalvo, Steve Lively, and Philip Webb
Instrumentalists: Julian Cordero - Drums, David Kaya - Piano, Eric Lan - Violin
Hymnology was produced by Grace Productions in partnership with Hymns of Grace. Hymns of Grace exist to assist believers in their corporate and private worship of God. For more information about Hymns of Grace, visit: https://hymnsofgrace.com
Up Next in Most Comments
-
Love Divine All Loves Excelling (Hymn...
1. Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heav’n, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling;
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Enter ev’ry trembling heart.2. Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit
... -
Before The Throne Of God Above (Hymn ...
1. Before the throne of God above,
I have a strong and perfect plea:
A great High Priest whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands.
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heav’n He stands,
No tongue can bid me thence depart;
no tongue can ... -
O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Hymn 271) ...
1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinn...
