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O blessed estate of the Dead

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 O blessed estate of the Dead, The Dead that have died in the Lord? From trouble and misery freed, And sure of their endless reward: By sorrow no longer oppress'd When join'd to the spirits above! With Jesus in glory they rest, They rest in the arms of his love. 2 O! when will the Saviour extend The arms of his mercy to me? The days of my pilgrimage end, My soul from its prison set free? When will the dear moment arrive Which often Iv'e pin'd for in vain? And still I would die to revive, And suffer with Jesus to reign. 3 Ah! give me to bow my faint head, My sorrowful soul to resign, From pain everlastingly freed, To rest in thy bosom divine. My Saviour why dost thou delay, To call a poor wanderer home? Come quickly, and bear me away The bride and the spirit say "come." Languages: English

O don't you hear the alarm

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XL (1801) Lyrics: 1 O don't you hear the alarm, Hark! how the trumpet sounds, It is the Lord of glory, That gives the gospel bounds. 2 Come and accept his offer Before it is too late, For Jesus is a calling Before he shuts the gate. 3 Come let us go together, And lift into his band, For Jesus is our captain, He's bounty in his hand. 4 The trumpet is a sounding, It's for more volunteers, Come like a valiant soldier, And cast away your fears. 5 Come who will list with Jesus, A soldier for to make, And like a faithful subject, His armour on you take. 6 He's food and raiment plenty, Enough and for to spare, All things he has provided, That you have need to wear. 7 Then let us well remember, How Israel was freed, When from the hand of Pharaoh, By Moses they were led. 8 The pillar went before them, And Moses with his rod; No doubt we shall win the day, If we but trust in God. 9 Our enemies are many, On every side they stand; Then let us go together, With weapons in our hand. 10 Let us begin the battle, Like David with his sling! Fight with courage stout and bold, For Jesus Christ our king. 11 Then, when the war is ended, We'll lay our weapons by, And fly aloft to Jesus To reign above the sky. 12 In peace we'll wear the laurel, When our foes are slain, We'll take the large possession, Where peace for ever reigns. Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn, My sins which have thy body torn? Give me with broken heart to see Thy last tremendous agony! 2 O could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood! 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die! "O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy son." 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But give me mercy in thy son; And with my broken heart comply O give me Jesus or I die! 6 O Lord deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease my soul from guilt Good Lord! I mercy hear my cry And give me Jesus or I die! 7 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell: O might I enter, now I'm come! Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone! Languages: English

O God my heart with love inflame

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #IV (1801) Lyrics: 1 O God my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name, Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice; Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore, On that eternal happy shore. 2 O hope of Glory, Jesus come! And make my heart thy humble home For the small remnant of my days, I want to sing and shout thy praise; O give me Lord a heart to pray And live rejoicing every day; For to give thanks in every thing, And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 3 When on my dying bed I lay, Lord give me strength to shout and pray! And praise thee with my latest breath, Until my voice is lost in death. Then brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as you march the solemn road, Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below, and I above, We'll shout and praise the God we love, Until that great tremendous day, When Christ shall shout and wake our clay; Then from our dusty beds we'll spring, And shout O death, where is thy sting: O grave, where is thy victory We'll shout to all eternity. 5 Our race is o'er we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the Sovereign of the skies, With smiles unto his children say, Come reign with me in endless days. Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll shout and sing our suff'rings o'er; We'll sing and shout and shout and sing, And make all heavenly arches ring. Glory Hallelujah. Languages: English

Oh! how I have long'd for the coming of God

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXXVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh! how I have long'd for the coming of God, And sought him by praying and searching his word; With watching and fasting my soul was opprest, Nor would I give over 'till Jesus had bless'd. 2 The news of his mercy at length I did hear, According to promise he answer'd my prayer; And glory is open'd in floods on my soul, Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll. 3 The news of his mercy is spreading abroad, And sinners come crying and weeping to God; Their mourning and praying is heard very loud, And many's found favour in Jesus's blood. 4 Here're more my dear Saviour that falls at thy feet, Opprest by a burthen enormously great; Oh! raise me my Jesus to tell of thy love, And shout Hallelujah with angels above. 5 I'll sing and I'll shout, and I'll shout and I'll sing, O God make the nations in praises to ring; With loud acclamations of Jesus's love, And carry us all to the city above. 6 We'll wait for his chariot, it seems to draw near, O come my dear Saviour, let glory appear, We long to be singing and shouting above, With angels o'erwhelm'd in Jesus's love. Languages: English

Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XLVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine That crucify'd my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood! 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed; Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilst with a melting broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd'rers too. Languages: English

O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #II (1801) Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet! In sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood; Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love! I love thee my Saviour, I love thee my Dove! I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee, I never can show. 3 All human expressions are empty and vain, They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame! I'm sure if the tongue of an angel I had, I could not the myst'ry completely describe. 4 I’m happy, I’m happy, O wond'rous account! My days are immortal, I stand on the mount! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 5 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest: My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest. Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song, Thy love doth inspire my heart and my tongue! 6 Thy fullness reveal, thy promise fulfil, O take and direct me to the heavenly hill; There wrapt in thy love, to be lost in thy charms, With Angels transported, and freed from all harms. 7 O who is like Jesus, he’s Salem’s bright king! He smiles and he loves me, he learns me to sing, I’ll praise him, I’ll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure, my spirit doth fill. Languages: English

O that I had a bosom friend

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #IX (1801) Lyrics: 1 O that I had a bosom friend, To tell my secrets to, On whose advice I might depend In every thing I do. 2 How do I wander up and down, And no one pities me! I seem a stranger quite unknown, A son of misery! 3 None lends an ear to my complaint, Nor minds my cries or tears: None comes to cheer me tho' I faint, Nor my vast burden bears. 4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease And feel no want or woe, Thro' this waste howling wilderness, I full of sorrows go. 5 O faithless soul to reason thus, And murmur without end? Did Christ expire upon the Cross And is he not thy friend? 6 Why dost thou envy carnal men, And think their state so blest? How great salvation hast thou seen, And Jesus is thy rest! 7 What can this lower world afford Compar'd with gospel grace? Thy happiness is in the Lord, And thou shalt see his face! 8 Can present grief be counted great Compar'd with future woes? Will transient pleasures seem so sweet Compar'd with endless joys? 9 How soon will God withdraw the scene, And burn the world he made! Then woe to carnal sinful men! My soul lift up thy head. 10 The Saviour is thy real friend, Constant and true and good; He will be with thee to the end, And bring thee safe to God. 11 Then why my soul art thou so sad? When will thy sighs be o'er? Rejoice in Jesus and be glad Rejoice for evermore. Languages: English

O when shall I see Jesus

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXXIX (1801) Lyrics: 1 O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, And drink the flowing fountains Of everlasting Love; When shall I be deliver'd! From this vain world of sin? And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasure in. 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determin'd To conquer tho' I die, And then away to Jesus, On Wings of Love I'll fly; Farewell to sin and sorrow! I bid it all adieu, And you my friends, be faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles, And trials on the way, Then cast your cares on Jesus, And don't forget to pray; Gird on the heav'nly armour Of faith and hope and love; And when your race is ended, You'll reign with him above. 5 O do not be discourag'd! For Jesus is your friend, And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend, Neither will he upbraid you, Tho' often you request, He'll give you Grace to conquer, And take you up to rest. Languages: English

Saviour, I do feel thy merit

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Saviour, I do feel thy merit, Sprinkled with redeeming blood; And my weary troubled spirit, Now finds rest in thee my God. 2 I am safe, and I am happy While in thy dear arms I lie: Sin and Satan cannot harm me While my Saviour is so nigh. 3 Now I'll sing of Jesus's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any wants his spirit, He is still the very same. 4 He that asketh soon receiveth, He that seeks is sure to find; Who of comfort is bereaved, Jesus never casts behind. 5 Now our advocate is pleading With his Father and our God: Now for us he's interceeding, As the purchase of his blood. 6 Now methinks I hear him praying "Father save them, I have dy'd:" And the Father answers, saying, "They are freely justify'd." Languages: English