Hymn of the Week for 7/26/20-Jesus, Priceless Treasure

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Jesus, Priceless Treasure 

1      Jesus, priceless treasure, 

        source of purest pleasure, 

        truest friend to me: 

        ah, how long I've panted, 

        and my heart has fainted, 

        thirsting, Lord, for thee! 

        Thine I am, O spotless Lamb; 

nothing in this world can hide thee, 

        naught I ask beside thee. 

2      In thine arm I rest me; 

        foes who would molest me 

        cannot reach me here. 

        Though the earth be shaking, 

        every heart be quaking, 

        Jesus calms my fear. 

        Lightnings flash and thunders crash; 

        yet, though sin and hell assail me, 

        Jesus will not fail me. 

3      Hence, all fears and sadness, 

        for the Lord of gladness, 

        Jesus, enters in. 

        God, who dearly loves us, 

        from all trial saves us, 

        gives sweet peace within. 

        I have borne this worldly scorn; 

        still in thee lies purest pleasure: 

        Jesus, priceless treasure! 

Text: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878, alt.

Tune: JESU, MEINE FREUDE

We Plow the Fields and Scatter 

1      We plow the fields and scatter 

        the good seed on the land, 

        but it is fed and watered 

        by God's almighty hand, 

        who sends the snow in winter, 

        the warmth to swell the grain, 

        the breezes and the sunshine, 

        and soft refreshing rain. 

Refrain 

        All good gifts around us 

        are sent from heav'n above. 

        We thank you, Lord, 

       we thank you, Lord, 

        for all your love. 

2      You only are the maker 

        of all things near and far. 

        You paint the wayside flower, 

        you light the evening star. 

        The winds and waves obey you, 

        by you the birds are fed; 

        much more to us, your children, 

        you give our daily bread. Refrain 

3      We thank you, our creator, 

        for all things bright and good, 

        the seedtime and the harvest, 

        our life, our health, our food. 

        No gifts have we to offer 

        for all your love imparts, 

        but what you most would treasure— 

        our humble, thankful hearts.  Refrain 

Text: Matthias Claudius, 1740-1815; tr. Jane M. Campbell, 1817-1878, alt.

Tune: WIR PFLUEGEN

Almighty God, Your Word Is Cast 

1      Almighty God, your word is cast 

        like seed into the ground; 

        now let the dew of heav'n descend 

        and righteous fruits abound. 

2      Let not the sly satanic foe 

        this holy seed remove, 

        but give it root in ev'ry heart 

        to bring forth fruits of love. 

3      Let not the world's deceitful cares 

        the rising plant destroy, 

        but let it yield a hundredfold 

        the fruits of peace and joy. 

4      So when the precious seed is sown, 

        life-giving grace bestow, 

        that all whose souls the truth receive 

        its saving pow'r may know. 

Text: John Cawood, 1775-1852, alt.

Tune: ST. FLAVIAN

I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say 

1      I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

        "Come unto me and rest; 

        lay down, O weary one, lay down 

        your head upon my breast." 

        I came to Jesus as I was, 

        so weary, worn, and sad; 

        I found in him a resting-place, 

        and he has made me glad. 

2      I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

        "Behold, I freely give 

        the living water, thirsty one; 

        stoop down and drink and live." 

        I came to Jesus, and I drank 

        of that life-giving stream; 

        my thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

        and now I live in him. 

3      I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

        "I am this dark world's light; 

        look unto me, your morn shall rise, 

        and all your day be bright." 

        I looked to Jesus, and I found 

        in him my star, my sun; 

        and in that light of life I'll walk 

        till trav'ling days are done. 

Text: Horatius Bonar, 1808-1889

Tune: THIRD MODE MELODY