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The Excellency of Public Worship

Author: D. Turner Hymnal: SHBA1792 #CCCXLII (1792) First Line: Lord of hosts, how lovely fair Lyrics: Lord of hosts, how lovely, fair, E'en on earth thy temples are: Here thy waiting people see Much of heaven and much of thee. 2 From thy gracious presence flows, Bliss that softens all our woes; While thy spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne, Here thy mak'st thy glories known: Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. 4 Thus with festive songs of joy We our happy lives employ: Love, and long to love thee more, 'Till from earth to heaven we soar. Topics: Worship Public Worship; Public Religion; Excellency of worship Languages: English

The whole world no compensation for the loss of one soul

Hymnal: SHBA1792 #CDI (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, shall we part with gold for dross Lyrics: 1 Lord, shall we part with gold for dross, With solid good for show? Out live our bliss, and mourn our loss In everlasting woe? 2 Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy: With fond embraces cling to a clod, And fling all heaven away. 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy; And rate our precious souls to dear For all thy wealth to buy. Topics: The World; The worth of the Soul; Vanity of earthly things; World no compensation of the loss of one soul Scripture: Mark 8:36 Languages: English

The Eternity of God and Man's Mortality

Author: Steele Hymnal: SHBA1792 #IV (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, thou hast been thy childrens God Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast been thy childrens God, All-powerful, wise, and good, and just, In every age their safe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust, 2 Before thy word gave nature birth, Or spread the starry heavens abroad, Or form'd the varied face of earth, From everlasting thou art God. 3 Great father of eternity, How short are ages in thy sight! A thousand years, how swift they fly, Like one short silent watch of night! 4 Uncertain life, how soon it flies! Dream of an hour, how short our bloom! Like spring's gay verdure now we rise, Cut down ere night to fill the tomb. 5 Teach us to count our short'ning days, And with true diligence apply Our hearts to wisdom's sacred ways, That we may learn to live and die. Topics: God; Eternity Of God; Mortality of man Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

The Omnipresence and Omniscience of God

Author: Blacklock Hymnal: SHBA1792 #VIII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, thou with an unerring beam Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou with an unerring beam Surveyest all my powers; My rising steps are watch'd by thee, By thee, my resting hours. 2 My thoughts, scarce struggling in to birth Great God, are known to thee: Abroad, at home, still I'm inclos'd With thine immensity. 3 To thee the labyrinths of life In open view appear; Nor steals a whisper from my lips Without thy listening ear. 4 Behind I glance, and thou art there; Before me shines thy name; And 'tis thy strong almighty hand Sustains my tender frame. 5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays Of my astonish'd mind; Nor can my reason's soaring eye Its towering summit find. Pause. 6 Where from thy spirit shall I stretch The pinions of my flight? Or where, thro' nature's spacious range, Shall I elude thy sight? 7 Scal'd I the skies; the blaze divine Would overwhelm my soul: Plung'd I to hell; there should I hear Thine awful thunders roll. 8 If on a morning's darting ray With matchless speed I rode, And flew to the wild lonely shore, That bounds the ocean's flood; 9 Thither thine hand, all-present God, Must guide the wondrous way, And thine omnipotence support The fabric of my clay. 10 Should I involve myself around With clouds of tenfold night, The clouds would shine like blazing noon Before thy piercing sight. 11 "The beams of noon, the midnight hour "Are both alike to thee: "O may I ne'er provoke that power, "From which I cannot flee!" Topics: God; Omnipresence and omniscience of God Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

The Creation of Man; or, God the Searcher of the Heart

Author: Blacklock Hymnal: SHBA1792 #XXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, thy pervading knowledge strikes Lyrics: 1 Lord, thy pervading knowledge strikes Through nature's inmost gloom: And in thy circling arms I lay A slumberer in the womb. 2 Thee will I honor, for I stand A volume of thy skill, Stupendous are thy works, and they My contemplations fill. 3 Thine eye beheld me when the speck Of entity began; And o'er my form, in darkness fram'd Thy rich embroid'ry ran. 4 Th' unfashion'd mass by thee was seen; My structure in thy book Was plann'd, before thy curious mould The future embryo took. 5 How precious are the streaming joys That from thy love descend! Would I rehearse their numbers o'er, Where would their numbers end? 6 Not ocean's countless sands exceed The blessings of the skies; With night's descending shades they fall, With morning splendors rise. 7 "Thy awful glories round me shine, "My flesh proclaims thy praise; "Lord to thy works of nature join "Thy miracles of grace." Topics: Creation and Providence; Creation Of Man; God The searcher of the heart Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

The presence of God worth dying for; or the Death of Moses

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: SHBA1792 #DLV (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, 'tis an infinite delight Lyrics: 1 Lord, 'tis an infinite delight To see thy lovely face, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays. 2 This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name With raptures on his tongue; Moses the saint enjoys the same, And heaven repeats the song. 3 While the bright nation sounds thy praise From each eternal hill, Sweet odours of exhaling grace The happy region fill. 4 Thy love, a sea without a shore, Spreads life and joy abroad; O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, To see a smiling God. 5 Sweet was the journey to the sky And wondrous prophet try'd; "Climb up the mount," says God, "and die," The prophet climb'd and died. 6 Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his maker's breast; His maker kiss'd his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest. 7 Shew me thy face, and I'll away From all inferior things; Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, And stretch my airy wings. Topics: Death; Death Of Moses; Presence of God worth dying for Scripture: Deuteronomy 32:49-50 Languages: English

A Blessing humbly requested

Hymnal: SHBA1792 #CCCLXIII (1792) First Line: Lord, we come before thee now Lyrics: 1 Lord, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow:; O! do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 2 In thy own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord, from hence we would not go, 'Till a blessing thou bestow. 3 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 4 Grant that all may seek, and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick the captive free, Let us all rejoice in thee. Topics: Worship Hymns Before Sermon; Public Religion Languages: English

Hell, the Sinner's own Place

Author: Ryland, junior Hymnal: SHBA1792 #DLXXX (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, when I read the traitor's doom Lyrics: 1 Lord when I read the traitor's doom, To "his own place" consin'd, What holy fear and humble hope Alternate fill my mind! 2 Traitor to thee I too have been, But sav'd by matchless grace, Or else the lowest, hottest hell Had surely been my place. 3 Thither I was by law adjudg'd, And thitherward rush'd on; And there in my eternal doom Thy justice might have shone. 4 But lo! (what wondrous, matchless love!) I call a place my own On earth within the gospel sound And at thy gracious throne. 5 A place is mine among thy saints, A place at Jesu's feet, And I expect in heaven a place Where saints and angels meet. 6 Blest lamb of God, thy sovereign grace To all around I'd tell, Which made a place in glory mine, Whose just desert was hell. Topics: Hell; Hell The sinner's own place Scripture: Acts 1:25 Languages: English

Creation and Providence

Author: Steele Hymnal: SHBA1792 #XXXII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, when our raptur'd thought surveys Lyrics: 1 Lord, when our raptur'd thought surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid our souls adore. 2 Where'er we turn our gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. 3 The living tribes of countless forms, In earth, and sea, and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms Almighty Power declare. 4 Thy wisdom, power, and goodness, Lord, In all thy works appear: And O! let man thy praise record; Man, thy distinguish'd care! 5 From thee the breath of life he drew, That breath thy power maintains; Thy tender mercy, ever new, His brittle frame sustains. 6 Yet nobler favors claim his praise, Of reason's light possess'd: By revelation's brightest rays, Still more divinely bless'd. 7 Thy providence, his constant guard, When threat'ning woes impend; Or will th' impending dangers ward, Or timely succors lend. 8 On us that providence has shone With gentle smiling rays; O, may our lips and lives make known Thy goodness and thy praise! Topics: Creation and Providence; Creation And providence; Reason Languages: English

The welcome messenger

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: SHBA1792 #DLIII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, when we see a saint of thine Lyrics: 1 Lord, when we see a saint of thine Lie gasping out his breath, With longing eyes, and looks divine, Smiling and pleas'd in death; 2 How we could e'en contend to lay Our limbs upon that bed! We ask thine envoy to convey Our spirits in his stead. 3 Out souls are rising on the wing, To venture in his place; For when grim death has lost his sting, He has an angel's face. 4 Jesus, then purge my crimes away, 'Till guilt creates my fears; 'Tis guilt gives death his fierce array, And all the arms he bears. 5 Oh! if my threatning sins were gone, And death had lost his sting, I could invite the angels on, And chide his lazy wing. 6 Away these interpoling days, And let the loves meet; The angle has a cold embrace, But kind, and soft, and sweet. 7 I'd leap at once my seventy years, I'd rush into his arms, And lose my breath, and all my cares, Amid those heavenly charms, 8 Joyful I'd lay this body down, And leave this lifeless clay, Without a sigh, without a groan, And stretch and soar away. Topics: Death; Death The welcome messenger Languages: English