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The Christian longing to depart

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXIX (1783) First Line: Faint is my head and sick my heart Refrain First Line: Come, Lord, and shew thyself Lyrics: 1 Faint is my head and sick my heart, While thou dost ever ever stay! Fix in my soul I feel the dart; Groaning I feel it night and day; Come, Lord, and shew thyself to me, Or take me up to thee! 2 Canst thou withhold thy healing grace, So kindly lavish of thy blood; When swiftly trickling down thy face, For sin the purple current flow'd. Come, Lord, and shew thyself to me, Or take me up to thee! 3 O loose this frame, life's knot untie; That my free soul may use her wing, Now pinion'd with mortality, A weak entangled wretched thing. Come, Lord, and shew thyself to me, Or take me up to thee! 4 Why should I longer stay and groan? The most of me to heav'n is fled: My thoughts and joys are thither gone; To all below I now am dead. Come, Lord, and shew thyself to me, Or take me up to thee! Languages: English

Christ's Birth

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #II (1783) First Line: Father, our hearts we lift Lyrics: 1 Father, our hearts we lift, Up to thy gracious throne, And bless thee for the precious gift, Of thine incarnate Son: The gift unspeakable We thankfully receive, And to the world thy goodness tell, And to thy glory live. 2 Jesus the holy child, Doth by his birth declare That God and men are reconciled, And one in him we are. Salvation thro' his name To all mankind is giv’n, And loud his infant cries proclaim A peace ’twixt earth and heav’n. 3 A peace on earth he brings, Which never more shall end; The Lord of Hosts, the King of Kings Declares Himself our friend; Assumes our flesh and blood, That we his sp'rit may gain, The everlasting Son of God, The mortal Son of Man. 4 O might we all receive The new-born Prince of peace, And meekly in his Spirit live, And in his love increase! Till he convey us home, Cry ev'ry soul aloud, Come, thou desire of nations come, And take us up to God! Languages: English

An Elegy for Sophronia, who died of the Small-Pox 1711

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XLVI (1783) First Line: Forbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no more Lyrics: 1 Forbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no more, Where all my cheerful airs are fled? Why will you make me talk my torments o'er? My life, my joy, my comfort's dead. 2 Deep from my soul, mark how the sobs arise, Hear the long groans that waste my breath, And read the mighty sorrow in my eyes, Lovely Sophronia sleeps in death. 3 Unkind disease, to vail that rosy face With tumors of a mortal pale, While mortal purples with their dismal grace And double horror spot the vail. 4 Uncomely vail, and most unkind disease! Is this Sophronia, once the fair? Are these the features that were born to please! And beauty spread her ensigns there? 5 I was all love, and she was all delight, Let me run back to seasons past; Ah flow'ry days when first she charm'd my sight! But roses will not always last. 6 Yet still Sophronia pleas'd, nor time, nor care, Could take her youthful bloom away: Virtue has charms which nothing can impair; Beauty like hers could ne'er decay. 7 Grace is sacred plant of heav'nly birth; The seed descending from above Roots in a soil refin'd, grows high on earth, And blooms with life, and joy, and love. 8 Such was Sophronia's foul celestial dew And angels food were her repast; Devotion was her work; and thence she drew Delights which strangers never taste. 9 Not the gay splendors of a flattering court Could tempt her to appear and shine: Her solemn airs forbid the world's resort; But I was blest and she was mine. 10 Safe on her welfare all mu pleasures hung, Her smiles could all my pains control, Her soul was made of softness, and her tongue Was soft and gentle as her soul. 11 She was my guide, my friend, my earthly all; Love grew with ev'ry waning moon; Had heaven a length of years delay'd its call, Still I had thought it call'd too soon. 12 But peace my sorrows! nor with murmuring voice, Dare to accuse heavens high decree: She was first ripe for everlasting joys; Sophron, she waits above for thee. Languages: English

Glory and honour be to thee

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XLVIII (1783) Lyrics: 1 Glory and honour be to thee, Thou self-sufficient Deity; Thee we revere, and thee adore, In mercy infinite, and power. 2 To thee, our joyful hearts we raise, To thee, we bring our songs of praise; Whose bounteous care and love imparts, Celestial blessings to our hearts. 3 Unto the holy triune God, Who hast on us, poor worms, bestow'd Such favours, such amazing grace, We pay our homage, thanks and praise. Languages: English

Christ's Ascension

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #V (1783) First Line: Hail the day that sees him rise Lyrics: 1 Hail the day that sees him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes! Christ a while to mortals giv'n, Re-ascends his native heaven. There the pompous triumph waits; "Lift your heads, eternal gates! "Wide unfold the radiant scene, "Take the King of Glory in!" 2 Him though highest heav'n receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own: Still for us he intercedes, Prevalent his death he pleads; Next himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. 3 Master (may we ever say) Taken from our head to-day; See thy faithful servants see, Ever gazing upon thee! Grant, though parted from our sight, High above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Foll'wing thee beyond the skies. 4 Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the wings of love, Looking, when our Lord shall come, Longing, gasping after home; There we shall with thee remain; Partners of thine endless reign; There thy face unclouded see, Find our heav'n of heav'ns in thee. Languages: English

On the Sun's rising

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #I (1783) First Line: Hail to thy brightness glorious sun Lyrics: 1 Hail to thy brightness glorious sun, That gilds the op'ning day, How far beyond the cold pale moon, Thy warm superior ray! At thy approach all nature smiles, Its orient tears dry up, The birds with songs the time beguile, With glad'ning joys they hop. 2 But ah! how short the transient gleam, Thy hast'ning steps forebode; That the refulgence of thy beam, Is but a fading good. Yet still a sun prepares to rise, That brings eternal day, And shews us an immortal prize, That never will decay. Languages: English

The Soul departing

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XVIII (1783) First Line: Happy Soul, thy days are ended Lyrics: 1 Happy Soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below; Go, by angel guards attended To the sight of Jesus go! Hallelujah Amen. 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above, Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love. Hallelujah, Amen. 3 Struggle through thy latest passion To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation To his everlasting rest: Hallelujah, Amen. 4 For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain, Die, to live the life of glory, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. Hallelujah. Amen. Languages: English

A Funeral Thought

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXVI (1783) First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your Bbd, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure! Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! 4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Languages: English

Christ's second coming

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #VII (1783) First Line: He comes! he comes! the judge severe! Lyrics: 1 He comes! he comes! the Judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll, How welcome to the faithful soul, Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, Welcome to the faithful soul. 2 From heav'n angelic voices sound, See the almighty Jesus crown'd! Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory decks the Saviour's face! 3 Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord: Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him, Hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the most high: Our God who now his Right obtains Forever and forever reigns; Ever, ever, ever, ever, Ever and forever reigns. 5 The Father praise, the Son adore, The Spirit bless forever more: Salvation's glorious work is done We welcome thee great three in one! Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, Welcome thee great three in one. Languages: English

Delivered for our Offences – Raised again for our Justification

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXIV (1783) First Line: He dies, the friend of sinners dies! Lyrics: 1 He dies, the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb! (In vain the tomb forbids his rise!) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears ye saints; and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns! Sing how he spoil'd the Hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains! Say, "live forever, wond'rous King' "Born to redeem; and strong to save;" Then ask the monster "where's thy sting? And where's thy victory, boasting Grave!" Languages: English