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Rejoice, the Lord is king

Hymnal: UACC1761 #186 (1761) Lyrics: 1 Rejoice, the Lord is king, your Lord and king adore: Mortals give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice Rejoice again I say rejoice, Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, again I say rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, again I say rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given. Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, again I say rejoice. 4 He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And every bosom swell, With pure seraphic joy. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, again I say rejoice. 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the judge shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home. We soon shall hear th'arch-angels voice, The trump of God shall sound Rejoice. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, again I say rejoice. Languages: English Tune Title: RESURRECTION

When the fierce north wind with his airy forces

Hymnal: UACC1761 #188 (1761) Lyrics: 1 When the fierce north wind with his airy forces Rears up the Baltick to a foaming fury, And the red lightnings with a storm of hail comes, Rushing amain down. 2 How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble, While the hoarse thunder like a bloody trumpet, Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters, Quick to devour them. 3 Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror when the great archangel Shakes the creation. 4 Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes, See the graves open and the bones arising. Flames all around them. 5 Hark the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches! Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish, Stare thro' their eyelids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them. 6 Thoughts like old vultures prey upon their heartstrings, And the smart twinges when the eye beholds the Lofty judge, frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore him. 7 Hopeless immortals, how they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wide yawning, Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong Down to the center. 8 Stop here my fancy (All away ye horrid Doleful ideas) come arise to Jesus, How he sits Godlike, and the saints around him, Thron'd yet adoring. 9 O may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations, then ascend to glory, While our hosannas all along the passage Shout the redeemer. Languages: English Tune Title: JUDGMENT

Come thou almighty king

Hymnal: UACC1761 #190 (1761) Lyrics: 1 Come thou almighty king, Help us thy name to sing Help us to praise; Father all glorious O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days. 2 Jesus our Lord arise, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall; Let thine almighty aid, Our sure defence be made, Our souls on thee be staid, Lord hear our call. 3 Come holy comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour; Thou, who almighty art, Descend in every heart, And ne'er from us depart. Spirit of power. 4 Come thou incarnate word, Gird on thy mighty sword, Our prayers attend; Come and thy people bless, And give thy word success, Spirit of holiness, On us descend. 5 To the great one in three Eternal praises be Hence ever more; Thy sov'reign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Languages: English Tune Title: WHITEFIELDS

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night

Hymnal: UACC1761 #192 (1761) Lyrics: While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night All seated on the ground. The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around, And glory shone around. Fear not said he for mighty dread Had seiz'd their trouble dmind, Glad tidings of great joy I bring to you and all mankind, To you and all mankind. To you in David's town this day, Is born of David's line, A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign, And this shall be the sign. The heavenly babe you there shall find To humble view display'd, All meanly wrapt in swaddling bands, and in a manger laid, And in a manger laid. Thus spake the seraph and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Address'd their joyful song, Address'd their joyful song. All glory be to God on high, And on the earth be peace, Good will henceforth from heav'n to man Begin and never cease, Begin and never cease. Languages: English Tune Title: CHRISTMAS

The 104th Psalm by Dr. Watts

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: UACC1761 #194 (1761) First Line: My soul, thy great creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul thy great creator praise When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe, and like a robe, and like a robe his glory wears. Chorus: Great is the Lord: what tongues can frame An equal honour to his name? 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread. Tho' unfathm'd deep he makes his bead; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms, on winged storms, on winged storms across the skies. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [My soul, thy great creator praise]

Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir

Hymnal: UACC1761 #196 (1761) Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir, That fill the realms above; Praise him who form'd you of his fire And feeds you with his love. Shine to his praise ye crystal skies, The floor of his abode; O veil in shades your thousand eyes; Before your brighter God. 2 Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays. Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud, Thro' the eternal blue; For when his chariot is a cloud, He makes his wheels of you. 3 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms, The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms, And speak his awful hand. Wave your tall heads ye lofty pines, To him that bids you grow; Sweet clusters bend the fruitfull vines, On ev'ry thankful bough. Languages: English Tune Title: HALLELUJAH