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My Soul Pursues No Vulgar Theme
Author: John Needham Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 My soul pursues no vulgar theme,
The force of wit, or beauty’s charm:
The last assize, the Judge supreme,
My inmost heart and soul alarm.
2 See where He comes with solemn state,
In cloudy chariot swiftly borne;
Myriads of angels on Him wait,
His awful progress to adorn.
3 A mighty trump the signal gives
That wakes the nations underground;
Affrights the sea, its dead revives,
Who hear alike the powerful sound.
4 Sublime in air is fixed a throne,
Wrought of a large and splendid cloud;
From hence the Judge to all is known,
Round this the trembling nations crowd.
5 Among the rest I must appear,
Before the glittering judgment seat:
O may I have no cause to fear,
But in the Judge the Savior meet!
6 Now would I make the Judge my friend,
Accept His grace, His laws obey;
Then with the Judge shall I ascend
To worlds of bliss and endless day. Used With Tune: ST. CROSS Text Sources: Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)
My Soul Pursues No Vulgar Theme
O come and stand beneath the cross
Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Topics: The Christian Year Good Friday Used With Tune: ST CROSS Text Sources: Editors
O come and stand beneath the cross
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep
Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1,055 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: ST. CROSS
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep
Wrth edrych, Iesu, ar dy groes
Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: GOLGOTHA
Wrth edrych, Iesu, ar dy groes
My Harp Untuned, And Laid Aside
Author: John Newton Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 My harp untuned, and laid aside,
To cheerful hours the harp belongs;
My cruel foes, insulting cried,
"Come, sing us one of Zion’s songs."
2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold,
At Zion scoff, and Zion’s king;
When zeal declines, and love grows cold,
Is this a day for me to sing?
3 Time was, whene’er the saints I met,
With joy and praise my bosom glowed;
But now, like Eli, sad I sit,
And tremble for the ark of God.
4 While thus to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline;
Methought I heard my Savior say,
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine"
5 Though for a time I hide My face,
Rely upon My love and power;
Still wrestle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
6 Take down thy long neglected harp,
I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair.”
7 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive,
Come join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive;
For God will help and healing bring. Used With Tune: ST. CROSS Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2
My Harp Untuned, And Laid Aside
Ved el augusto lábano
Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: [Ved el augusto lábano]
Ved el augusto lábano
Extended on a cursed tree
Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Wesley Appears in 65 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: ST. CROSS
Extended on a cursed tree
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb
Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 342 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: ST. CROSS
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb
O thou, to whose all searching sight
Author: John Wesley; Gerhard Tersteegen Appears in 391 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: HOLY CROSS
O thou, to whose all searching sight
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
Author: Bartholomew Brown Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 26 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound Lyrics: 1 Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound;
It chills the heart and shocks the ear;
It spreads a sickly damp around,
And makes the guilty quake with fear.
2 Far from the utmost verge of day,
Its frightful, gloomy region lies;
Fierce flames amidst the darkness play,
And thick sulfurous vapors rise.
3 Conscience, the never-dying worm,
With constant torture gnaws the heart,
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Inflame the wounds, increase the smart.
4 The wretches rave, o’erwhelmed with woe,
And bite their everlasting chains;
But with their rage their torments grow,
Resentment but augments their pains.
5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear,
Hopeless, in all these pains to lie;
Racked with vexation, grief, despair,
And ever dying, never die!
6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell,
Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood;
O let me in Thy kingdom dwell,
To praise my Savior and my God." Used With Tune: ST. CROSS Text Sources: A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns by John Dobell (London: Williams & Smith, 1806)
Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound
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