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Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #V (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord;
Be wise to know your gracious day!
All things are ready; come away.
2 Ready the Father is to own,
And kiss his late-returning son;
Ready the loving Saviuor stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit of his love,
Just now the stony to remove;
T' apply, and witness with the blood,
And wash, and seal the sons of God.
4 Ready for you, the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate;
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Are ready with their shining host:
All heav'n is ready to resound,
"The Dead's alive! the Lost is found."
6 Come then, ye sinners, to the Lord,
In Christ to paradise restor'd:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel-grace. Languages: English
Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VI (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree;
How vast the Love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark. how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,
"Receive my soul," he cries!
See, where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies.
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!
Languages: English
Behold the Saviour of mankind
O Love divine! what hast thou done!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VII (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 O Love divine! what hast thou done!
Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree:
Th' immortal God for me hath dy'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his!
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.
3 Is crucify'd for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood:
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my love is crucify'd.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream;
All Things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. Languages: English
O Love divine! what hast thou done!
Thee we adore, eternal name
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VIII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thee, we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!
6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God! Languages: English
Thee we adore, eternal name
When rising from the bed of death
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #IX (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought;
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!
3 When thou, O Lord shalt stand disclos'd,
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 O may my broken contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament,
And early with repentant tears,
Eternal woe prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my Heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying groan;
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her Pardon to secure,
Who knows the only Son hath dy'd
To make that pardon sure. Languages: English
When rising from the bed of death
And am I born to die?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #X (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown!
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought!
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave must rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!
3 How shall I leave my tomb!
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel-bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?
4 Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?
I must from God be driv'n,
Or with my Saviour dwell:
Must come at his command to heav'n,
Or else depart to hell.
5 O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who dy'dst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Shew me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.
6 Thou art thyself the way,
Thyself in me reveal:
So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because he first lov'd me,
And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity. Languages: English
And am I born to die?
And am I only born to die?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XI (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity.
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay;
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day!
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
Th' inexorable throne!
4 No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destin'd place,
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure,
And, when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace. Languages: English
And am I only born to die?
Thou Judge of quick and dead
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XII (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thou Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray:
2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty and pow'r,
Thou shalt from heav'n come down;
Th' immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.
3 To damp our earthly joys,
T' increase our gracious fears,
For ever let th' archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears;
The solemn midnight cry,
"Ye dead, the Judge is come,
"Arise, and meet him in the sky,
"And meet your instant doom!"
4 O may we thus be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet’s sound,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus ensure
A lot among the blest,
And watch a moment, to secure
An everlasting rest! Languages: English
Thou Judge of quick and dead
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XIII (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 He comes! he comes! the Judge severe;
The seventh trumpet speaks him near,
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
2 From heav'n angelic voices sound,
See the almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High;
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns. Languages: English
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XIV (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Lo! he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain!
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah!
God appears with man to reign.
2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd, and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 The dear tokens of his passion,
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his random'd worshippers:
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own;
Jah! Jehovah!
Everlasting God come down. Languages: English
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
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