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Ye Distant Lands, And Nations Near

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15816 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Ye distant lands, and nations near, Behold your Savior God; The joyful news attentive hear, And spread it all abroad. 2 His opening lips and outstretched arms Invite you near His seat, Whilst on His face unnumbered charms In full perfection meet. 3 Let Israel all adore their Lord, His love their thoughts employ; The promises in Scripture stored Shall yield abundant joy. 4 “In righteousness have I declared, The Word shall not return, I will be honored, loved and feared, Through Mine anointed Son. 5 "Then look to me, and be ye saved, Through earth’s remotest bound; By sins and idols now enslaved, In Me your help is found." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FULBERT

Sovereign of Heav'n And Earth, Behold

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15817 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sovereign of Heav’n and earth, behold Lyrics: 1 Sovereign of Heav’n and earth, behold The nation at Thy feet; There rich and poor, and young and old, In lowly posture meet. 2 Thither would we with grateful frame, Our thankful tribute bring, And celebrate the glorious name Of our exalted king. 3 He breaks the bow and cruel sword, And makes the wars to cease; Come, let us magnify the Lord, Who gives the nation peace. 4 The warlike trump no more we hear, Inviting to the field; No more do hostile armies wear The helmet and the shield. 5 The thundering cannon cease to roar, Nor spread destruction round; The murderous engines now no more Tear up the fertile ground. 6 See commerce raise her fainting head, And trade revive again; Our numerous fleets the seas o’erspread, And fearless plow the main. 7 Before the Majesty of Heav’n, Our mercies past we own; The work of peace alone was Thine: Let praise surround the throne. Languages: English Tune Title: CRIMOND

Saints, Behold The Mighty Angel

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15818 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Lyrics: 1 Saints, behold the mighty angel, Standing on the earth and sea; Lo, his hand he lifts to Heaven, Swears that time no more shall be: Awful moment, Where shall now the sinner flee? 2 Short is time, e’en at the longest, Man’s frail life is shorter still; All his days are full of sorrow, That will soon their course fulfil: Happy mortal, Who performs his Maker’s will. 3 May the awful hour approaching, Sink within my thoughtless mind, So that when l hence am summoned, Cheerful I may feel resigned: At that moment, Let me, Lord, Thy mercy find! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. AUSTIN

Encouraged By Thy Love And Care

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15819 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Encouraged by Thy love and care, I bend the suppliant knee, And offer in Thy house of prayer, My vows, oh Lord, to Thee. 2 When languor seized my feeble frame, And threatened speedy death, From Thee the timely succor came, Which gave me back my breath. 3 Now by Thy power and grace restored, And rescued from the grave, What shall I render to the Lord, Who mighty is to save? 4 To Thee, my kind delivering friend, I yield my sinful heart; My all I give, till life shall end, Nor from Thee will depart. 5 Upheld by Thine almighty grace, My love to Thee I’ll prove; With zeal will run the Christian race Till I arrive above. Languages: English Tune Title: AUBREY

Let All My Powers Unite To Bless

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15820 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Let all my powers unite to bless My Savior and my God, Proclaim aloud His richest grace, And spread His fame abroad. 2 When sore diseases threatened death, ’Twas He restrained their power, Did then prolong my fleeting breath, My feeble frame restore. 3 I mourned and chattered like a dove, And none could help afford, Till God in boundless grace and love, Pronounced the healing word. 4 He spake, and lo, afflicting pains My wasted limbs forsook; Death threw his poisoned dart in vain, For He repelled the stroke. 5 What shall I render to my God, For His distinguished love? With joy I’ll visit His abode, And all His gifts improve. Languages: English Tune Title: BOARDMAN

Jesus Will Be Yours

Author: Elisha Albright Hoffman Hymnal: CYBER #15821 First Line: If you come to Jesus, trust His love and grace Refrain First Line: Trust Him, then, my brother Lyrics: 1 If you come to Jesus, trust His love and grace, If you read the Bible and the truth embrace, You will find your spirit thrill with peace divine— Jesus will be yours as He is mine. Refrain: Trust Him, then, my brother (O trust Him); Trust the Lord divine; Trust Him, then, my brother (O trust Him); And He will be yours as He is mine. 2 He will be your Savior; He will be your friend; Be your guide and helper—from the foe defend; And the Holy Spirit will your soul refine— Jesus will be yours as He is mine. [Refrain] 3 None so weak and sinful but He will forgive, None so full of sorrow but He will relieve; And if you unto Him all your heart resign— Jesus will be yours as He is mine. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [If you come to Jesus, trust His love and grace]

Hail That Blissful Day Approaching

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15822 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Lyrics: 1 Hail that blissful day approaching, When the sacred Word shall spread To the earth’s remotest regions, And to life restore the dead: When all nations Shall acknowledge Christ their head. 2 Precious Bible, what a treasure Is within thy pages stored, Sacred promises and precepts, Doctrines worthy of the Lord; Streams of mercy Flowing wide and far abroad. 3 By their influence, the desert Shall become a fertile plain, Buds and blossoms spread their beauties, Concord there begin its reign: Precious Bible, May it still new conquests gain. Languages: Latin Tune Title: RAPHAEL

Oh Thou Who Art My Light, My Hope

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #15823 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh Thou who art my light, my hope, My Savior and my all, I feel Thy truth within my heart, I hear Thy gracious call. 2 Thy word like precious ointment spreads Sweet fragrance through my mind, In all my frame, so cold before, A sacred warmth I find. 3 Though foes beset on every side, And earthly friends forsake, Here I can find a resting place, Of solid peace partake. 4 Let Europe’s sons to India’s shores, This sacred volume send; Spread far abroad its genial rays, Till time its course shall end. Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM

When The Harvest Is Past

Author: Samuel F. Smith Hymnal: CYBER #15824 Meter: 12.8.12.8 First Line: When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone Lyrics: 1 When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o’er; When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sabbath morn, And Jesus invites thee no more; 2 When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The Gospel no message declare; Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailings of woe? How suffer the night of despair? 3 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansions above, When their harmony wakes, in the fullness of bliss, Their song to the Savior they love. 4 ay, O sinner, who livest at rest, and secure, Who fearest no trouble to come, Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, Or bear the impenitent’s doom? Languages: English Tune Title: WARNING (Plymouth)

Dark Brood the Heav'ns O'er Thee

Author: Samuel F. Smith Hymnal: CYBER #15825 Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee Lyrics: 1 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee, Black clouds are gath’ring fast; In awful power thy God has come, Thy days of mirth are past. 2 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee, Red flames are bursting round; Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar, How shakes the trembling ground! 3 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee, Behold, the Judge appears; Unnumbered millions throng around, Raised from the dust of years. 4 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee, Soon thou wilt hear thy doom; Destruction opens wide for thee, Thy chosen, final home. 5 Yet wait, the vision stays; Why sinner, wilt thou die? Dark brood the heav’ns—but mercy waits; This hour to Jesus fly! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BRIDE