3 Winkworth songs (oct 2020)

First recordings of three more Catherine Winkworth songs. One of these, Out of the depths, I actually tried to write last year or something but only really came up with the first line – which I have basically used in this version.

With these I haven’t modernised the lyrics or cut any verses — I made minor changes to a verse in From thy heavenly throne to make a new section.

1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee;
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee!
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
Let my prayer come before Thee!
If Thou rememberest each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?

2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love
And grace alone avail us.
Our works could ne’er our guilt remove,
The strictest life would fail us.
That none may boast himself of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him seemeth righteous.

3 And thus, my hope is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
I rest upon His faithful word
To them of contrite spirit.
That He is merciful and just,–
This is my comfort and my trust,
His help I wait with patience.

4 And though it tarry till the night
And round till morning waken,
My heart shall ne’er mistrust Thy might,
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God’s appearing.

5 Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth;
Our kind and faithful Shepherd He,
Who shall at last set Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow.

Christ, the Life of all the living,
Christ the Death of death our foe,
Who, Thyself for us once giving
To the darkest depths of woe,
Patiently didst yield Thy breath,
But to save my soul from death,
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.

2 Thou, O Thou, hast taken on Thee
Bitter strokes, a cruel rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
O Thou sinless Son of God.
Only thus for me to win
Rescue from the bonds of sin
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.

3 Thou didst bear the smiting only,
That it might not fall on me;
Stoodest falsely charged and lonely,
That I might be safe and free;
Comfortless that I might know
Comfort from my boundless woe.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.

4 Then for all that wrought our pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the garden,
I will thank Thee evermore;
Thank thee with my latest breath,
For thy sad and cruel death,
For that last, for that last most bitter cry,
I shall praise Thee, Lord on high.

FROM Thy heavenly throne,
Son of God, make known now Thy power,
Thy Spirit send us,
Strength for this great work to lend us,
That we all may be
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Wholly given to Thee.

Thou our hearts prepare,
Shed Thy gladness there, that we boldly
may confess Thee
As our only Lord, and bless Thee
Whose most precious blood
Flowed to work our good.

Draw our hearts above.
Fill them with Thy love, So to keep
the vows we offer,
Scorning all that earth can proffer,
Truly day by day
Walking in Thy way.

And as we draw near
For Thy blessing here. May Thy grace
light up our darkness and
May Thy light and peace
In our souls increase;
Renew us now

Let Thy Spirit, Lord,
Promised in Thy word, Keep us steadfast
in our union
With Thy faithful saints’ communion,
Till in yon blest place
We behold Thy face.