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No One Loves You So

Author: Alfred Barratt Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: Are the burdens you carry too heavy to bear? Refrain First Line: There is no one who loves you like Jesus Lyrics: 1. Are the burdens you carry too heavy to bear? Does the weight of your sin fill your heart with despair? Go to Jesus for aid, He will answer your prayer; There is no one who loves you so. Refrain There is no one who loves you like Jesus, No one who loves you so; For the cross you lay down He will give you a crown; There is no one who loves you so. 2. Do you think in your sorrow you suffer alone? All your grief and your sadness to Him are made known; He hath never forsaken or turned from His own; There is no one who loves you so. [Refrain] 3. He alone can redeem you from darkness and woe; He will wash all your sins till they’re white as the snow, And His wonderful grace you may constantly know; There is no one who loves you so. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [Are the burdens you carry too heavy to bear?]
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A Voice, A Heav'nly Voice I Hear!

Author: Johan O. Wallin; Samuel M. Hill; Ernst W. Olson Meter: 8.8.6.8.8 Appears in 6 hymnals First Line: A voice, a heav’nly voice I hear! Lyrics: 1 A voice, a heav’nly voice I hear! Arise, O soul, come and draw near To hallow and revere The day the Lord thy God doth make, And of the bread of life partake. 2 I come, dear Jesus, at Thy word, A guest unworthy to Thy board, My Savior and my Lord. O clothe me with Thy righteousness, My soul with Thy salvation bless! 3 O Lord, who my Redeemer art, Come Thou and purify my heart. From Thee I’ll ne’er depart, But wheresoe’er Thou leadest me In constant faith I’ll follow Thee. Used With Tune: ST. JAMES' STOCKHOLM Text Sources: Translator v. 2 unknwon
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Come Over and Help Us

Author: A. F. Myers Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: A voice comes o'er the waters Refrain First Line: Come over and help us! Lyrics: 1. A voice comes o’er the waters, A voice both loud and clear, Come over here and help us, We’re bound in slavish fear! Our chains do now confine us In darkness and in doubt, No light to shine upon us, No hand to bring us out. Refrain Come over and help us! Come over and help us! Come over and help us! Come over and help us today. 2. Our idols cannot help us; We only deeper fall; And dimmer grows our vision, When on their names we call, We look and wait and wonder If someone o’er the sea Will hasten to relieve us, Will come and set us free. [Refrain] 3. We hear that o’er the waters A glorious light doth shine, A light sent down from heaven, Oh, send that light divine! We hear that one called Jesus Can save us from our sin; We want to hear his footsteps, We want to let Him in. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [A voice comes o'er the waters] Text Sources: The Seed Sower, a Collection of Songs for Sunday Schools and Gospel Meetings (Toledo, Ohio: The W. W. Whitney Co., 1897)

Amid the Fears That Oppress Our Day

Author: Margaret Clarkson Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: LANGHORNE
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A Crowd Fills The Court Of The Temple

Author: Frederic W. Goadby Meter: 9.8.9.8 D Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 A crowd fills the court of the temple, A sound as of praise stirs the air, Jerusalem thrills with emotion, The Lord of the temple is there! In vain is the priestly displeasure To silence the anthems that ring; Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! The children all joyfully sing. 2 And if in this temple of worship, Where now we are met in His name, The Lord should appear in His beauty, Himself His own Gospel proclaim, What anthems of grateful devotion Around Him would echo and ring; Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! The children would joyfully sing. 3 Lord! make each young heart Thine own temple, Reveal Thy sweet presence within, Illumine our minds by Thy coming, Expel every longing for sin: And when in our souls we adore Thee, How pure the glad praise we shall bring! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! The children will joyfully sing. 4 And when in that temple of glory, Where falls never shadow of night, Where sorrow and sin never sadden, And Thou shalt Thyself be the light; When round Thee the ransomed are thronging, High Heav’n with their praises will ring, Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! Thy children for ever will sing. Used With Tune: LYSTRA Text Sources: The School Hymnal by W. R. Stevenson (London: E. Marlborough & Company, 1880)
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Awake, Thou Wintry Earth

Author: Thomas Blackburne Appears in 9 hymnals First Line: Awake, thou wintry earth! Lyrics: 1 Awake, thou wintry earth! Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers laugh forth Your ancient gladness! Christ is risen! 2 Wave, woods, your blossoms all, Grim Death is dead! Ye weeping funeral trees, Lift up your head! Christ is risen! 3 Come, see the graves are green; In light, we go Where now our loved ones rest In hope below. Christ is risen! 4 All is fresh and new, Full of spring and light: Cold heart, why wearest hue Of sleep and night? Christ is risen! 5 Leave thy cares beneath; Leave thy worldly love; Begin the better life With God above! Christ is risen! Used With Tune: [Awake, thou wintry earth] Text Sources: Hymns and Poems for the Sick and Suffering, by Thomas Vincent Fosbery (2nd ed.) (London: Rivingtons: 1860, alt.
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A Dread Hath Come on Me

Author: Simon Dach; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 6.6.7 D Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1. A dread hath come on me, I know not where to flee, My pow’rs can naught avail me; My trembling limbs grow weak, My lips refuse to speak, My heart and senses fail me. 2. For thinking on that sound That once shall pierce the ground And make its slumb’rers tremble, Arise! the day of doom Is come at last—is come! Before the judge assemble! 3. Ah God! no tempest’s shock That cleaves the solid rock Could make my spirit shiver As doth that awful tone; Were my heart steel or stone ’Twould hear that voice and quiver. 4. I eat, or wake, or sleep, I talk, or smile, or weep, Yet still that voice of thunder Is sounding through my heart— Forget not what thou art, The doom thou liest under! 5. For daily do I see How many deaths there be, How swiftly all things wither; How sickness fills the grave, Or fire, or sword, or wave Is sweeping thousands thither. 6. My turn will soon be here, The end is drawing near, I hear its warning plainly; Death knocketh at my door And tells me all is o’er, And I would fly him vainly. 7. Ah! who in this my strait Will be mine advocate? Will all things leave me friendless? My wealth and power are dust, This judge is ever just, His righteous doom is endless. 8. Lord Jesus Christ! ’tis Thou Alone canst help me now, But ’twas for this Thou camest, To save us in this hour— Then show Thy mercy’s power, For they are safe Thou claimest. 9. Speak Thou for me! Thou art The refuge of my heart; With gladness let me hear Thee; Bid me to Thee ascend, Where praise shall never end, And love shall aye be near Thee. Used With Tune: ANGST Text Sources: Translation: Chorale Book for England (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863), number 28
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A Few More Marchings Weary

Author: Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby Appears in 22 hymnals Refrain First Line: O'er time's rapid river, soon we'll rest forever Lyrics: 1. A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! A few more storm clouds dreary, then we’ll gather home! A few more days the cross to bear, And then with Christ a crown to wear; A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain O’er time’s rapid river, soon we’ll rest forever; No more marchings weary when we gather home! 2. A few more nights of weeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more watches keeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more vict’ries over sin, A few more sheaves to gather in, A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! [Refrain] 3. A few more sweet links broken, then we’ll gather home! A few more kind words spoken, then we’ll gather home! A few more partings on the strand, And then away to Canaan’s land: A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! [Refrain] Used With Tune: [A few more marchings weary]
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All is fulfilled—my heart, record

Author: Johann E. Schmidt, 1670-1745; Arthur T. Russell Meter: 8.8.9.9.10.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 All is fulfilled—my heart, record The dying words of thy dear Lord. When He those bitter pains sustainèd, Which on the cross thy life obtainèd, He who did all things well, Then bowed His head, Exclaiming, "It is finishèd." 2 All is fulfilled—the cross hath wrought Whate’er the Law and prophets taught. Where all the strength of nature failèd, There Jesu’s wounds for all availèd. That which before the worlds Heav’n counselèd, Now through His death is finishèd. 3 All is fulfilled—all satisfied: The Father lays His wrath aside; Our peace is made, and justice stillèd, Since God’s own Son hath all fulfillèd. What then shall wake the heart To anxious dread? Believe now, "It is finishèd." 4 All is fulfilled—I am made free Possessed of true felicity: Now Jesus sin and death subdueth, And us with life and grace reneweth; So when to dissolution Worlds are led, This stays us—"It is finishèd." Used With Tune: ES IST VOLLBRACHT Text Sources: Psalms and Hymns (Cambridge, England: John Deighton, 1851)
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Forward Soldiers

Author: Fanny Crosby Meter: 8.5.8.5 D Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: Forward, soldiers, bold and fearless Refrain First Line: Lift aloft the cross of Jesus Lyrics: 1 Forward, soldiers, bold and fearless, Hear the call of God; Prove your courage in the conflict, Tread where brave men trod. Refrain: Lift aloft the cross of Jesus, Hold it high and strong; Shout the name of Him who saves us, Swell the battle song. 2 Faith our shield, and hope our helmet, Satan’s hosts we face; Marshaled in the might of Jesus, Win we by His grace. [Refrain] 3 Heed the order of our captain, Wield the Spirit’s sword; Onward, fearless, press to conquer, Slaying by His Word. [Refrain] 4 They shall share the glad Hosanna, Who on Him believe; They shall ’neath His royal banner Crowns of life receive. [Refrain] Used With Tune: LOMPOC Text Sources: The Service of Praise by J. Lincoln Hall, et. al. (Philadelphia: Hall-Mack Company, 1900)

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