Category: Hymn of the Week

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

Words and music by Tillit S. Teddlie
Cyber Hymnal entry

To the harvest fields I will gladly go,
In the service of my King,
With a song of love to the faint and low,
In the service of my King!

In the service of my King,
In the service of my King!
It is glory there, joy beyond compare,
In the service of my King.

Let me ever work with a willing hand,
In the service of my King,
Guided by His Word, heeding each command,
In the service of my King!

Let me win some soul that his life may be
In the service of my King;
Let me sing some song that will make me free,
In the service of my King!

Just a kindly word or a song of prayer,
In the blessèd service of my King,
That the lost may turn and His glory share,
In the blessèd service of my King!

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

Traditional
MP3 recording by the Alton Howard Singers, from Amazon.com

He paid a debt He did not owe,
I owed a debt I could not pay.
I needed someone to wash my sins away.
And now I sing a brand new song:
“Amazing Grace.”
Christ Jesus paid the debt that I could never pay.

He paid that debt at Calvary,
He cleansed my soul and set me free,
I’m glad that Jesus did all my sins erase;
I now can sing a brand new song:
“Amazing Grace.”
Christ Jesus paid the debt that I could never pay.

One day He’s coming back for me
To live with Him eternally,
Won’t it be glory to see Him on that day?
I then will sing a brand new song:
“Amazing Grace.”
Christ Jesus paid the debt that I could never pay.

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

Words by Elizabeth Mills (1836)
Music by William Miller (1859)
Sheet music
Cyberhymnal

O land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by
And dwell in peace at home?

We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home.

No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.

To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for comfort on His breast
Till He conduct me home.

I sought at once my Savior’s side;
No more my steps shall roam.
With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide
And reach my heav’nly home.

Poetry by John Bowring (1824)
Music by Henry Baker (1866)
Cyber Hymnal entry
Amazon MP3 – Harding University Concert Choir

Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love,
Beaming through all Thy works we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of Thee.

Thy voice we hear, Thy presence feel,
While Thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds, invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.

We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens Thy throne may be,
But this we know, that where Thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with Thee.

Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this exalted thought;
Since Thou, their God, art everywhere,
They cannot be where Thou art not!