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Angelic Messenger, Repeat
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Angelic messenger, repeat
Those joyful sounds once more;
For sure no accents half so sweet,
E’er reached my ears before.
2 Glad tidings down from Heav’n I bring,
Of joy this holy morn:
To you we sing: Find Christ the King
In Bethlehem is born.
3 Seraphic sounds now fill the air,
From angel bands above;
And Heav’n itself, come down to earth,
Proclaims the birth of Love. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Hymns on Various Passages of Scripture. A New Edition (London: The Religious Tract Society, 1836)
Angelic Messenger, Repeat
Father, We Wait To Feel Thy Grace
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 26 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Father, we wait to feel Thy grace,
To see Thy glories shine;
The Lord will His own table bless,
And make the feast divine.
2 We touch, we taste the heav’nly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.
3 We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dressed in the garments of His Son,
And sprinkled with His blood.
4 We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.
5 Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of His name
More than the wine we taste. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book III, 1709
Father, We Wait To Feel Thy Grace
The Song Of Angels Above
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 10 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Earth has detained me prisoner long Lyrics: 1 Earth has detained me prisoner long
And I’m grown weary now:
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
There’s nothing here for you.
2 Tired in my thoughts, I stretch me down,
And upward glance mine eyes;
Upward, my Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.
3 There the dear Man, my Savior, sits,
The God, how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
4 Seraphs, with elevated strains
Circle the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.
5 Jesus the Lord their harps employs,
Jesus my love they sing:
Jesus, the name of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
6 Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run,
And speak, in most majestic sounds,
The Godhead of the Son.
7 How on the Father’s breast He lay,
The darling of His soul,
Infinite years before the day
Or heavens began to roll.
8 And now they sink the lofty tone,
And gentler notes they play,
And bring th’eternal Godhead down
To dwell in humble clay.
9 O sacred beauties of the Man!
(The God resides within)
His flesh all pure, without a stain;
His soul without a sin.
10 Then, how He looked, and how He smiled,
What wondrous things He said!
Sweet cherubs, stay, dwell here a while,
And tell what Jesus did.
11 At His command the blind awake,
And feel the gladsome rays:
He bids the dumb attempt to speak,
They try their tongues in praise.
12 He shed a thousand blessings round
Where’er He turned His eye;
He spoke, and at the sovereign sound
The hellish legions fly.
13 Thus, while, with unambitious strife,
Th’ethereal minstrels rove
Through all the labors of His life,
And wonders of His love.
14 In the full choir a broken string
Groans with a strange surprise;
The rest in silence mourn their king
That bleeds, and loves, and dies.
15 Seraph and saint, with dropping wings,
Cease their harmonious breath;
No blooming trees, nor babbling springs,
While Jesus sleeps in death.
16 Then all at once to living strains
They summon every chord,
Break up the tomb, and burst His chains,
And show their rising Lord.
17 Around the flaming army throngs
To guard Him to the skies,
With loud hosannas on their tongues,
And triumph in their eyes.
18 In awful state the conquering God
Ascends His shining throne,
While tuneful angels sound abroad
The victories He has won.
19 Now let me rise, and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here’s joyful work for you!
20 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise.
Oh for some heavenly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies!
21 There, ye that love my Savior, sit,
There I would fain have place,
Amongst your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see His face.
22 I am confined to earth no more,
But mount in haste above,
To bless the God that I adore,
And sing the Man I love.
Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, 1706, Book I
The Song Of Angels Above
How Should The Sons Of Adam's Race
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 37 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: How should the sons of Adam’s race Lyrics: 1 How should the sons of Adam’s race
Be pure before their God?
If He contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath His rod.
2 To vindicate my words and thoughts
I’ll make no more pretense;
Not one of all my thousand faults
Can bear a just defense.
3 Strong is His arm, His heart is wise;
What vain perfumers dare
Against their Maker’s hand to rise,
Or tempt th’unequal war?
4 Mountains by His almighty wrath
From their old seats are torn;
He shakes the earth, from south to north,
And all her pillars mourn.
5 He bids the sun forbear to rise;
Th’obedient sun forbears:
His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,
And seals up all the stars.
6 He walks upon the stormy sea;
Flies on the stormy wind:
There’s none can trace His wondrous way,
Or His dark footsteps find. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I, 1707
How Should The Sons Of Adam's Race
I Am, Saith Christ
Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: "I am," saith Christ, our glorious head Lyrics: 1 "I am," saith Christ, our glorious head
(May we attention give),
“The resurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live.
2 "By faith in Me, the soul receives
New life, though dead before;
And he that in My name believes,
Shall live, to die no more.
3 "The sinner, sleeping in his grave,
Shall at My voice awake;
And when I once begin to save,
My work I ne’er forsake."
4 Fulfill Thy promise, gracious Lord,
On us assembled here;
Put forth Thy spirit with the Word,
And cause the dead to hear.
5 Preserve the power of faith alive,
In those who love Thy name;
For sin and Satan daily strive
To quench the sacred flame.
6 Thy power and mercy first prevailed,
From death to set us free;
And often since our life had failed
If not renewed by Thee.
7 To Thee we look, to Thee we bow;
To Thee for help we call;
Our life and resurrection Thou,
Our hope, our joy, our all. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1
I Am, Saith Christ
How Is Our Nature Spoiled By Sin!
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 15 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: How is our nature spoiled by sin Lyrics: 1 How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne’er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
2 In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:
O Jesus, nothing but Thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
3 The threatenings of Thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;
If God His sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.
4 But Thine illustrious sacrifice
Hath answered these demands:
And peace and pardon from the skies
Came down by Jesus’ hands.
5 Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through His name.
6 ’Tis by Thy death we live, O Lord,
’Tis on Thy cross we rest;
For ever be Thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blessed. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book 1, 1707, alt.
How Is Our Nature Spoiled By Sin!
How Oft Doth Beauty Lead To Sin
Author: Susanna Harrison Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 How oft doth beauty lead to sin,
And tempt the heart to stray;
It charms awhile, then hides again,
And soon it fades away!
2 Not all the art, and pains, and care
Of man can make it sure;
Nor can the fairest of the fair
The transient bliss secure.
3 Sickness and pain may soon disgrace
The most admirèd charms:
Soon must they sleep in death’s embrace,
And lose their lovely forms.
4 How vain is beauty, then, my Muse!
Unworthy of thy lays:
Turn, and a nobler subject choose,
Let virtue have thy praise.
5 How wise is she whose constant care
Pursues the heav’nly road:
She shall the Eternal’s favor share,
And every real good.
6 She ever shuns the snares of vice
How circumspect her ways!
Wise in simplicity she is;
Unsought her general praise.
7 If she is called to mingle souls,
How cautious is her choice;
No vain pretense her love controls,
She scorns the flatterer’s voice.
8 United, see, illustrious shines
The tender, prudent wife;
Humility her soul refines,
Grace governs all her life.
9 What undissembled love she bears
To him who has her hand:
How does she soften all his cares,
And all his woes attend!
10 Is she a friend? How kind and true!
Her charity, how pure!
Her friendship is not like the dew
That passes in an hour.
11 She shall be praised when beauty fails,
And years and age increase:
She shall be blest while grace prevails,
And end her days in peace. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Songs in the Night (Ipswich, England: Punchard & Jermyn, 1780)
How Oft Doth Beauty Lead To Sin
Should We Not Thank And Praise Our God?
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Should we not thank and praise our God?
Who heard our humble cry,
Who has withdrawn His chastening rod,
And laid His threat’nings by.
2 The blessèd rain the Lord hath sent,
Revived our scorching earth,
And put an end to our complaint,
And fears of fatal dearth.
3 Due praise to God let us return,
For the refreshing rain,
We who like as our earth did mourn,
Are now revived again.
4 Eternal praise to God we give,
In whose blest hands we are;
Who still provides for us to live,
Unworthy as we are.
5 Had Heav’n the rain from us withheld,
What would our case have been?
A curse had rested on our fields:
Our just reward for sin.
6 Thanks be to God, it was His will
In mercy us to spare,
And we enjoy His blessing still,
Unworthy as we are. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Church Hymn Book by Paul Henkel (New Market, VA: Solomon Henkel, 1816)
Should We Not Thank And Praise Our God?
As Parched in the Barren Sands
Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 11 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 As parchèd in the barren sands
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble withering stands,
And only grows to die.
2 Such is the sinner’s awful case,
Who makes the world his trust;
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.
3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up;
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.
4 But happy he whose hopes depend
Upon the Lord alone;
The soul that trusts in such a friend,
Can ne’er be overthrown.
5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns break,
And creature comforts die;
No change his solid hope can shake,
Or stop his sure supply.
6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots
By constant streams are fed;
Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branching head.
7 It thrives, though rain should be denied,
And drought around prevail;
’Tis planted by a river’s side
Whose waters cannot fail. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1
As Parched in the Barren Sands
The Faded Leaf
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: O, fragile glory of the bowers Lyrics: 1 O, fragile glory of the bowers,
Ye fall no more to rise;
But bright and glorious hope is ours,
A hope beyond the skies.
2 We trust, when fades this feeble form,
And low our bodies rest,
Beyond the reach of blight or storm,
To bloom among the blest.
3 He, who bestowed upon the tree
The leaves that gaily wave,
To man a noble destiny,
A part immortal gave.
4 Then he, with faith’s aspiring eye,
Firm fixed on things above,
Might gain at last a home on high,
Through his Redeemer’s love. Used With Tune: ABIDING GRACE Text Sources: The Aeolian Harp by Mary E. Herbert and Sarah Herbert (Halifax: E. G. Fuller, 1857)
The Faded Leaf
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