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The voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XLVII (1783) Lyrics: 1 The voice of my beloved sounds, While o'er the mountain tops he bounds, He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul wth transport fills: Gently doth he chide my stay, Rise my love and come away. 2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last, The rain is gone, the winter's past, The lovely vernal flow'rs appear, The feather'd choirs invite our ear: Now with sweetly pensive moan, Coos the turtle dove alone. 3 The voice of my beloved sounds, While o'er the mountain tops he bounds, He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul with transport fills: Gently doth he chide me stay, Rise my love and come away. Languages: English

Thou great and sacred Lord of all

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXXVII (1783) Lyrics: 1 Thou great and sacred Lord of all, Of life and only spring, Creator of unnumber'd worlds, Immensely glorious King. Whose image shakes the stagg'ring mind, Beyond conception high, Crown'd with omnipotence and veil'd With dark eternity. 2 Drive from the confines of my heart, Impenitence and pride: Nor let me in erroneous paths With thoughtless ideots glide. Whate'er thine all-discerning eye Sees for thy creature fit, I'll bless the good and to the ill Contentedly submit. 3 With humane pleasure let me view The prosp'rous and the great; Malignant envy let me fly, With odious self-conceit. Let not despair nor curs'd revenge Be to my bosom known; O give me tears for others woe And patience for my own. 4 Feed me with necessary food, I ask not wealth or fame: But give me eyes to view thy works, And sense to praise thy name. May still my days obscurely pass, Without remorse or care; And let me for the parting hour, My trembling ghost prepare. Languages: English

Thou, Jesus, art our king!

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXXV (1783) Lyrics: 1 Thou Jesus, art our king! Thy ceaseless praise we sing; Praise shall our glad tongue employ Praise o'erflow our grateful soul, While we vital breath employ, While eternal ages roll. 2 Thou art th' eternal light, Thou shin'st in deepest night, Wan'dring gaz'd th' angelic train While thou bow'dst the heav'ns beneath, God with God wert man with man, Man to save from endless death. 3 Thou with our pain didst mourn, Thou hast our sickness born: All our sins on thee were laid! Thou with unexampled grace All the mighty debt hast paid, Due from Adam's helpless race! 4 Enthron'd above yon sky, Thou reign'st with God most high: Prostrate at thy feet we fall! Pow'r supreme to thee is giv'n, Thee, the righteous judge of all, Thee, the Lord of earth and heav'n! 5 Arise stir up thy pow'r, Thou deathless conqueror! King of all! with pitying eye Mark the toil and pains we feel! 'Midst the snares of death we lie 'Midst the banded pow'rs of hell. 6 O Lord! O God of love! Let us thy mercy prove! Help us to obtain the prize, Help us well to close our race; That with thee above the skies, Endless joy we may possess. Languages: English

When all thy mercies, O my God

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXXVI (1783) Lyrics: 1 When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Why my cold heart art thou not lost, In wonder, love and praise? Thy providence my life sustain'd And all my wants redress'd, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. Hallelujah. 2 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. Hallelujah. 3 When in the slip'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than they. Hallelujah. 4 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue; And after death in distant worlds The pleasing theme renew. Through all eternity to thee A grateful song I’ll raise; But O! eternity’s too short To utter all thy praise. Hallelujah. Languages: English

On the Day of Jdgement

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XLIV (1783) First Line: When the fierce north wind, with his airy forces Lyrics: 1 When the fierce north wind, with his airy forces, Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury, And the red lightning, 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 Ark angel 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 through their eye-lids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them. 6 Thoughts, like old Vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, 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 head-long Down to the centre. 8 Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid Doleful ideas) come, arise to Jesus, How he sits God-like! 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

Who hath our report believed

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XVII (1783) Lyrics: 1 Who hath our report believed? Shiloh come is not received, Not received by his own, Promised branch from root of Jesse; David's offspring sent to bless ye, Comes too meekly, too meekly to be known. 2 Tell me O thou favour'd nation, What is thy fond expectation! Some fair spreading lofty tree? Let not worldly pride confound thee; 'Mong the lowly plants around thee; Mark the lowest that is he. 3 Lo Messiah unrespected, Man of griefs despis'd, rejected; Wounds his form disfiguring; Marr'd his visage more than any, For he bears the sins of many, All our sorrows carrying. 4 No deceit his mouth had spoken, Blameless he no laws had broken, Yet was number'd with the worst; For because the Lord would grieve him, We who saw it did believe him, For his own offences curst. 5 But while him our thoughts accused He for us alone was bruised, Stricken smitten for our guilt, With his stripes our wounds are cured, By his pains our peace assured, Purchas'd with the blood he spilt. 6 Blessed be the pow'r who gave us, Freely gave his son to save us, Bless'd the son who freely came, Honour, blessing, adoration, Ever, from the whole creation, Be to God and to the Lamb. Languages: English

Farewell to the World

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XIV (1783) First Line: World adieu! thou real cheat Lyrics: 1 World adieu! thou real cheat, Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes, and false alarms; Now I see, as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. 2 Vain thy entertaining sights, False thy promises renew'd, All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude; Thee I quit, for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love. 3 Farewell honour's empty pride, Thy own nice, uncertain gust, If the least mischange betide, Lays thee lower than the dust: Worldly honours end in gall, Rise today – to-morrow fall. 4 Foolish vanity – farewell– More inconstant than the wavs, Where thy soothing fancies dwell, Purest tempers they deprave; He, to who I fly from thee, Jesus Christ shall set me free. 5 Let not, Lord! my wand'ring mind Follow after fleeting toys, Since, in thee alone, I find Solid and substantial joys: Toys which never overpast, Through eternity shall last. 6 Lord! how happy is a heart After thee while it aspires! True and faithful as thou art, Thou shalt answer its desires: It shall see the glorious scene Of thine everlasting reign. Languages: English

A Funeral Thought

Hymnal: CHSW1783 #XXVI (1783) First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your Bbd, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure! Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! 4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Languages: English