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Breathing after Holiness

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XI (1783) First Line: Love divine, all love excelling Lyrics: 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down! Fix in us thine humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus! thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love thou art, Visit us with thy salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling heart! 2 Breathe! O breathe thy lovely spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast! Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find the promis'd rest; Take away the power of sinning, Alpha and Omega be, End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come! Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive! Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temples leave! Thee we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above, Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy precious love. 4 Finish then thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may we be, Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restor'd by thee! Chang'd from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise! Languages: English

CHRIST on the Treee

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXXIV (1783) First Line: Mourn, mourn, ye Saints who once did see Lyrics: 1 Mourn, mourn, ye Saints, who once did see Our Saviour dear nail'd to the tree: A bitter death he did endure, To save the souls of men secure. 2 Oh, how his purple streams did flow! His blood on man he did bestow; With hands and feet nail'd to the wood, And pierced side ran down with blood. 3 What wisdom can conceive or know, What tongue or pen can truly show The vast dimensions of his love, Or show his pow'r in heav'n above? 4 To God be praise and worship done, For giving us his only Son; Let's tune our souls, and let him adore In hallelujahs evermore. Languages: English

O God of good, the unfathomed sea

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XLII (1783) Lyrics: 1 O God of good th' unfathom'd sea, Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? O Jesus lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength to thee unite? Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before th' insufferable blaze Angels with both wings veil their eyes: Yet free as air thy bounty streams On all thy works; thy mercy's beams Diffusive as thy sun's arise. 2 Astonish'd at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and Heav'n's strong pillars bow, Terrible majesty is thine! Who then can that vast love express, Which bows thee down to me, who less Than nothing am, till thou art mine! High thron'd on heav'n's eternal hill, In number, weight, and measure still Thou sweetly orderst all that is: And yet thou diegn'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I with thee Enthron'd, may reign in endless bliss! 3 Fountain of food all Blessing flows From thee, no want thy fulness knows, What but thyself canst thou desire? Yes, self-sufficient as thou art, Thou dost desire my worthless heart, This only this thou dost require! Primeval beauty! in thy sight The first born, fairest sons of light, See all their brightest glories fade What then to me thine eyes could turn, In sin conceiv'd, of woman born, A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade? 4 Hell's armies tremble at thy nod, And trembling own th' almighty God, Sov'reign of earth, air, hell and sky! But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear? 'Tis God made man for man to die! O God of food th' unfathom'd sea, Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? O Jesus lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul and mind With all his strength to the unite? Languages: English

Christ's Infancy

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #III (1783) First Line: O sight of anguish! view it near Lyrics: 1 O sight of anguish! view it near, What weeping Innocence is here, A manger for his bed? The brutes yield refuge to his woe, Men the worst brutes no pity show, Nor give him friendly aid. 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll? Why do no Tempests rack the pole? O miracle of grace! Or why no angel on the wing, Warm for the honors of their Kkng, T' extirpate all the race? 3 Did he that Infant bath'd in tears, Call into form the rolling spheres? Did seraphs wait his nod? Helpless he calls, but man delays; The moral chaos disobeys, This Offspring of a God. 4 Say radiant seraphs, thron'd in light, Did love e'er tow'r so high a flight, Or glory sink so low? This wonder angels scarce declare, Angels the rapture scarce can bear, Or equal praise bestow. 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme! Thou boundless mind, our hearts inflame With ardour from above. Words are but faint, let joy express; Vain is mere joy, let actions bless This prodigy of love. Languages: English

Praise to the Redeemer

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XX (1783) First Line: Plunged in a gulph of dark despair Lyrics: 1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O, for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all harmonious human tongues, The Saviour's praises speak! 5 Angels! assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. Languages: English

Praise to the God who arch'd the sky

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXXVIII (1783) Lyrics: 1 Praise to the God who arch'd the sky, Is the high note that wakes my tongue; Praise to God who reigns on high, Shall be the cadence of the song; Celestial worlds your Maker's name Resound through ev'ry shining coast; Our God a greater praise will claim, Where he unfolds his glories most. 2 Angels who his commission bear, And ye who wait around the throne, Next in the tuneful work appear, And send your lofty honours down. Stupendous globe of flaming day, Praise him in your sublime career, He struck from night thy peerless ray, Weigh'd thee thy path and guides thee there. 3 Monarchs, who hold imperial sway, By leave from heav'ns eternal King, Come with the millions who obey Your nod, and your Creator sing. Judges enthron'd in Salems gates, Th' impartial Judge of all revere; And while you seal the mortal fates, Think of your sentence at his bar. 4 Let youth of ev'ry sex and rank, Exulting in the bloom of life, Their God for all his blessings thank, And join the loud harmonious strife. Hoary in holiness, the sage With grateful songs should meet his death, And infants in their tender age, Should lisp their God with joyful breath. 5 From clime to clime, from shore to shore, Be the almighty God ador'd; He made the nations by his pow'r, And sways them with his sov'reign word. At once let nature's ample round, To God the vast thanksgiving raise: His high perfections knows no bound, But fills th' immensity of space. Languages: English

Christ's Triumph

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #VI (1783) First Line: Rejoice, the Lord is King 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. 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. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n! The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'n. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. 4 He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And ev'ry bosom swell With pure seraphic joy. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 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 angel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. Languages: English

The Pilgrim's Song

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XV (1783) First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n thy native place: Sun, and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepar'd above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course: Fire ascending seeks the sun, Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upwards tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, While I that coast explore; Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares, Solicit me no more. Pilgrims fix not here their home; Strangers tarry but a night, When the last dear morn is come, They'll rise to joyful light. 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return, Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows cast below, And earth exchang'd for heav'n. Languages: English

The departed Christian

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXIII (1783) First Line: Soldier of Christ adieu! Lyrics: 1 Soldier of Christ adieu! Thy conflicts here are past; Thy Lord hath brought thee through, And giv'n the crown at last, Rejoice to wear the glorious prize, Rejoice with God in paradise. 2 There all thy suff'rings cease, There all thy griefs are o'er; The pris'ner is at peace, The mourner weeps no more; From man's oppressive tyranny Thou liv'st, thou liv'st for ever free. 3 Thou out of great distress To thy reward art past; Triumphant happiness, And joys that always last: Thanks be to God, who set thee free, And gave thee final victory. Languages: English

The Lord my pasture shall prepare

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXV (1783) Lyrics: 1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers soft and slow, Amid the verdant landskip flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around. Languages: English