I Greet Thee Who My Sure Redeemer Art. I love the tune and the words.
I won't go so far as to call it Calvin's hymn, but it is pretty well established that it was sung in Strasbourg and Geneva during the times he was there (whether during worship or otherwise, I don't know).
It's old. It's simple. It's humble. I always get goosebumps singing it while pondering the trials God's Church has suffered and the quiet faith of her saints.
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 hearts all cares to take.
Thou art the king of mercy and of grace
Reigning omnipotent in every place.
So come, oh King, and our whole being sway;
Shine on us with the light of Thy pure day.
Thou art the life by which alone we live
And all our substance and our strength receive.
Oh comfort us in death’s approaching hour,
Strong-hearted, then, to face it by Thy power.
Thou hast the true and perfect gentleness.
No harshness has Thou and no bitterness.
Make us to taste the sweet grace found in Thee
And ever stay in Thy sweet unity.
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.
I won't go so far as to call it Calvin's hymn, but it is pretty well established that it was sung in Strasbourg and Geneva during the times he was there (whether during worship or otherwise, I don't know).
It's old. It's simple. It's humble. I always get goosebumps singing it while pondering the trials God's Church has suffered and the quiet faith of her saints.
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 hearts all cares to take.
Thou art the king of mercy and of grace
Reigning omnipotent in every place.
So come, oh King, and our whole being sway;
Shine on us with the light of Thy pure day.
Thou art the life by which alone we live
And all our substance and our strength receive.
Oh comfort us in death’s approaching hour,
Strong-hearted, then, to face it by Thy power.
Thou hast the true and perfect gentleness.
No harshness has Thou and no bitterness.
Make us to taste the sweet grace found in Thee
And ever stay in Thy sweet unity.
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.
