The Tanglewood Hymnal

Author: Richard Mant, 1824
Composer: Arranged from Psalmodia Sacra, Gotha, 1715  Tune: STUTTGART Meter: 8787
Download the sheet music as a pdf file God My King Thy Might Confessing
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Author: Joseph Addison, 1712
Composer: Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836; Tune: ST. PETER Meter: CM
Download the sheet music as a pdf file When All Thy Mercies (in c)
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
I’m lostIn wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For O, eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise.

Author: From Psalm 103, “The Psalter”, 1912
Composer: James Walch, 1876; Tune: TIDINGS (Tunbridge) Meter: 11.10.11.10 with refrain
Download the sheet music as a pdf file O Come My Soul
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O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy maker,
And all within me bless his holy name;
Bless thou the Lord, forget not all his mercies,
His pardoning grace and saving love proclaim.

Bless him for ever, wondrous in might,
Bless him, his servants that in his will delight.

Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion,
Most slow to anger, plenteous in love;
Rich is his grace to all that humbly seek him,
Boundless and endless as the heavens above.

—refrain—

His love is like a father’s to his children,
Tender and kind to all who fear his name;
For well he knows our weakness and our frailty,
He knows that we are dust, he knows our frame.

—refrain—

We fade and die like flowers that grow in beauty,
Like tender grass that soon will disappear;
But evermore the love of God is changeless,
Still shown to those who look to him in fear.

—refrain—

High in the heavens his throne is fixed for ever,
His kingdom rules o’er all from pole to pole;
Bless ye the Lord through all his wide dominion,
Bless his most holy name, O thou my soul.

—refrain—

Author: Henry F. Lyte, 1834
Composer: Sir John Goss, 1869 Tune: PRAISE, MY SOUL Meter: 878787
Download the sheet music as a pdf file Praise My Soul, the King of Heaven
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Lyrics:

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me, his praise should sing?
Praise him, praise him,
Praise him, praise him,
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise him, praise him,
Praise him, praise him,
Glorious in his faithfulness.

Father-like, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise him, praise him,
Praise him, praise him,
Widely as his mercy goes.

Angels, help us to adore him;
Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Praise him, praise him,
Praise him, praise him,
Praise with us the God of grace.

Richard Redhead was born in Harrow, England on March1, 1820. Redhead was a young chorister in Magdalen College, Oxford. Redhead was a leading musical figure in the Oxford Movement, whose aim, in part was to steer the Anglican church back toward Catholicism. He held two organist position during his lifetime.  One from 1839-1864 and the other as organist of St. Mary Magdalene’s Church, Paddington from 1864-1894. Richard Redhead died in Hellingly, England on April 27, 1901.

Richard Redhead’s contributions to the Tanglewood Hymnal:

Robert Murray McCheyne (sometimes spelled M’Cheyne), a Presbyterian minister, was born in Edinburgh, Scotland on May 21, 1813, and died on March 25, 1843. His only pastorate was at St. Peter’s church in Dundee for seven and a half years, until his death. His closest friend was Andrew Bonar.

McCheyne wrote a number of poems, but When This Passing World Is Done seems to be the only poem set to tune and in any use today. Originally titled I Am a Debtor, the poem contained nine verses. Only five verses are commonly listed in the hymn version. McCheyne is also known for a Bible-reading calendar.

Robert Murray McCheyne’s contributions to the Tanglewood Hymnal:

Author: Robert Murray McCheyne, 1837
Composer: Richard Redhead, 1853; Tune: AJALON (REDHEAD No. 76) Meter: 777777
Download the sheet music as a pdf file When This Passing World Is Done
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Lyrics:

When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o’er life’s finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

When I hear the wicked call
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see thee as thou art,
Love thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

When the praise of heav’n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour’s side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

Additional verses:

Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let Thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet,
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I owe.

Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I’m captive led;
Oft I fall - but still arise -
The Spirit comes - the tempter flies;
Blessed Spirit! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

Oft the nights of sorrow reign -
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night Thine anger burns -
Morning comes and joy returns;
God of comforts! bid me show
To Thy poor, how much I owe.