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Naaman

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #16 (1803) First Line: Before Elisha's gate Lyrics: 1 Before Elisha's gate The Syrian leper stood, But could not brook to wait, He deem'd himself too good: He thought the prophet would attend, And not to him a message send. 2 Have I this journey come, And will he not be seen? I were as well at home, Would washing make me clean: Why must I wash in Jordan's flood? Damascus' rivers are as good. 3 Thus, by his foolish pride, He almost miss'd a cure; Howe'er at length he try'd And found the method sure: Soon as his pride was brought to yield, His leprosy was quickly heal'd. 4 Leprous and proud as he, To Jesus thus I came, From sin to set me free, When first I heard his fame: Surely, thought I, my pompous train Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devis'd the way Which I suppos'd he'd take; And when I found delay, Was ready to go back: Had he some painful task enjoin'd I to performance seem'd inclin'd. 6 When by his word he spake, "that fountain open'd see; "Twas open'd for thy sake, "Go wash and thou art free:" Oh! how did my proud heart gainsay, I fear'd to trust this simple way. 7 At length I trial made, When I had much endur'd, The message I obey'd, I wash'd and I was cur'd: Sinners this healing fountain try Which cleans'd a wretch so vile as I. Languages: English

Faith's Reviw and Expectation

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #18 (1803) First Line: Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) Lyrics: 1 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. 5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call'd me here below, Will be for ever mine. Languages: English

O That I Were As In Months Past

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #19 (1803) First Line: Sweet was the time when first I felt Lyrics: 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood, Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd His praises turn'd my tongue: And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, And lean'd upon his arm. 4 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 5 Then to his saints I often spake, Of what his love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone. 6 Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 7 My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, For Jesus hides his face; I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case. 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey' Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, O come without delay. Languages: English

How tedious and tasteless the hours

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #20 (1803) Languages: English

Dwelling in Mesech

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #21 (1803) First Line: What a mournful life is mine Lyrics: 1 What a mournful life is mine, Fill'd with crosses, pains and cares! Ev'ry work defil'd with sin, Ev'ry step beset with snares! 2 If alone I pensive sit, I myself can hardly bear; If I pass along the street, Sin and riot triumph there. 3 Jesus! how my heart is pain'd, How it mourns for souls deceiv'd; When I hear thy name profan'd, When I see thy spirit griev'd! 4 When thy children's grief I view, Their distress becomes my own; All I hear, or see, or do, Makes me tremble, weep and groan. 5 Mourning thus I long had been, When I heard my Saviour's voice; "Thou hast cause to mourn for sin, "But in me thou may'st rejoice." 6 This kind word dispell'd my grief, Put to silence my complaints; Tho' of sinners I'm the chief, He has rank'd me with his saints. 7 Tho' constrain'd to dwell a while Where the wicked strive and brawl; Let them frown, so he but smile, Heav'n will make amends for all. 8 There, believers, we shall rest, Free from sorrow, sin and fears: Nothing there our peace molest, Thro' eternal rounds of years. 9 Let us then the fight endure, See our Captain looking down: He will make the conquest sure, And bestow the promis'd crown. Languages: English

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #23 (1803) Lyrics: 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear? It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; My never failing treas'ry, fill'd With boundless stores of grace! 4 By thee pray'rs acceptance gain, Altho' with sin defil'd; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own'd a child. 5 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend, My prophet, priest, and king: My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 7 'Till then, I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. Languages: English

O Lord I Will Praise Thee

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #24 (1803) First Line: I will praise thee ev'ry day Lyrics: 1 I will praise thee ev'ry day, Now thine anger's turn'd away! comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. 2 here in the fair gospel field, Wells of free salvation yield, Streams of life a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more. 3 Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength; And his praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song. 4 Praise ye then his glorious name, Publish his exalted fame! Still his worth your praise exceeds, Excellent are all his deeds. 5 Raise again thy joyful sound, Let the nations roll it round1 Zion shout, for this is he, God the Saviour dwells in thee. Languages: English

How lost was my condition

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #25 (1803) Languages: English

Humbled and Silenced by Mercy

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #26 (1803) First Line: Once perishing in blood I lay Lyrics: 1 Once perishing in blood I lay, Creatures no help could give; But Jesus pass'd me in the way, He saw, and bid me live. 2 Tho' Satan still his rule maintain'd And all his arts employ'd; That mighty word his rage restrain'd, I could not be destroy'd. 3 At length the time of love arriv'd, When I my Lord should know; Then Satan of his pow'r depriv'd, Was forc'd to let me go. 4 O, can I e'er that day forget, When Jesus kindly spoke! "Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt, And now I break thy yoke. 5 "Henceforth I take thee for my own, And give myself to thee; Forsake the idols thou hast known, And yield thyself to me." 6 Ah, worthless heart! it promis'd fair, And said it would be thine; I little thought it e'er would dare, Again with idols join. 7 Lord, dost thou such back-slidings heal, And pardon all that's past? Sure, if I am not made of steel, Thou hast prevail'd at last. 8 My tongue, which rashly spoke before, This mercy will restrain; Surely I now shall boast no more, Nor censure, nor complain. Languages: English

Belshazzar

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #27 (1803) First Line: Poor sinners! little do they think Lyrics: 1 Poor sinners! little do they think With whom they have to do! But stand securely on the brink Of everlasting woe. 2 Belshazzer thus, profanely bold, The Lord of Hosts defy'd. But vengeance soon his boasts controul'd, And humbled all his pride. 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, (And trembled on his throne) Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall In characters unknown. 4 Why should he tremble at the view Of what he could not read? Foreboding conscience quickly knew His ruin was decreed. 5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress, His eyes with anguish roll, His looks and loosen'd joints, express The terrors of his soul. 6 His pomp, and music, guests and wine, No more delight afford. O sinners, ere this ease be thine, Begin to seek the Lord. 7 The law like this hand-writing stands, And speaks the wrath of God; But Jesus answers its demands, And cancels it with blood. Languages: English