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The Alarm

Hymnal: The Christian Lyre #76 (1831) Meter: 7.6 First Line: Stop, poor sinner, stop and think Refrain First Line: Be entreated now to stop! Languages: English Tune Title: WARNING VOICE

My soul! why sit forsaken

Hymnal: Hymns and a Few Metrical Psalms (2nd ed.) #76 (1889) Meter: 7.6 Scripture: Psalm 42:11 Languages: English

Come, all you weary travellers

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #79 (1854) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1. Come, all you weary travellers; Come, let us join and sing, The everlasting praises Of Jesus Christ, our King; We've had a tedious journey, And tiresome, it is true; But see how many dangers The Lord has brought us through. 2. At first when Jesus found us, He called us unto him, And pointed out the danger Of falling into sin; The world, the flesh, and Satan, Will prove a fatal snare, Unless we do resist them, By faith and fervent prayer. 3. But by our disobedience, With sorrow we confess, We've had too long to wander In a dark wilderness Where we might soon have fainted, In that enchanted ground, But Jesus interposed, And pleasant fruits were found. 4. Gracious foretastes of heaven Give life, and health, and peace, Revive our drooping spirits, And faith and love increase; Confessing Christ, our master, Obeying his command, We hasten on our journey, Unto the promised land. Languages: English Tune Title: THE TRAVELLER

There was a Romish lady

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #82 (1854) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1. There was a Romish lady brought up in popery, Her mother always taught her that the priest she must obey; O pardon me dear mother, I humbly pray thee now For unto these false idols I can no longer bow. 2. Assisted by her handmaid, a Bible she concealed, And there she gained instruction, till God his love revealed; No more she prostrates herself to pictures decked with gold, But soon she was betrayed, and her Bible from her stole. 3. I'll bow to my dear Jesus, I'll worship God unseen, I'll live by faith for ever, the works of men are vain; I cannot worship angels, nor pictures made my men; Dear mother, use your pleasure, but pardon if you can. 4. With grief and great vexation, her mother straight did go To inform the Roman clergy the cause of all her woe: The priests were soon assembled, and for the maid did call, And forced her in the dungeon, to fright her soul withal. 5. The more they strove to fright her, the more she did endure, Although her age was tender, her faith was strong and sure. The chains of gold so costly they from this lady took, And she with all her spirits, the pride of life forsook. 6. Before the pope they brought her, in hopes of her return, And there she was condemned in horrid flames to burn. Before the place of torment they brought her speedily, With lifted hands to heaven, she then agreed to die. 7. There being many ladies assembled at the place, She raised her eyes to heaven, and begged supplying grace Weep not, ye tender ladies, shed not a tear for me-- While my poor body's burning, my soul the Lord shall see. 8. Yourselves you need to pity, and Zion's deep decay; Dear ladies, turn to Jesus, no longer make delay. In comes her raving mother, her daughter to behold, And in her hand she brought her pictures decked with gold. 9. O take from me these Idols remove them from my sight; Restore to me my Bible, wherein I take delight. Alas, my aged mother, why on my ruin bent? 'Twas you that did betray me, but I am innocent. 10. Tormentors, use your pleasure, and do as you think best-- I hope my blessed Jesus will take my soul to rest. Soon as these words were spoken, up steps the man of death, And kindled up the fire to stop her mortal breath. 11. Instead of golden bracelets, with chains they bound her fast; She cried, "My God give power now must I die at last? With Jesus and his angels for ever I shall dwell, God pardon priest and people, and so I bid farewell." Languages: English Tune Title: THE ROMISH LADY

Jerusalem, the golden!

Author: Bernard of Cluny; J. M. Neale (1818-1866) Hymnal: Manual for the chapel of Girard College #84 (1891) Meter: 7.6 Languages: English

Jesus, from thy throne on high

Author: T. B. Pollock Hymnal: Manual for the chapel of Girard College #85 (1891) Meter: 7.6 Languages: English

O sacred head, now wounded

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #85 (1867) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and pain weighed down! How scornfully surrounded With thorns--Thy only crown! O, Sacred Head, what glory, What bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! Thy grief and Thy compassion Were all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 What language shall I borrow To praise Thee, heavenly Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow-- Thy pity without end? Lord, make me Thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove; Oh let me never, never Abuse such dying love. 4 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; By faith I would receive Thee; Thy blood can make me free; When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart; Release me then from anguish, By Thine own wounded heart. Topics: God the Son Passion Languages: English

Awake, my heart, with gladness

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #88 (1893) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 AWAKE, my heart, with gladness, See what to-day is done! Now after gloom and sadness Comes forth the glorious Sun! My Saviour there was laid Where our bed must be made, When to the realms of light Our spirit wings its flight. 2 They in the grave did sink Him, The foe held jubilee; Before he can bethink him, Lo! Christ again is free, And "Victory!" He cries, He waveth tow'rd the skies His banner, for the field Is by the Hero held. 3 Upon the grave is standing The Hero, looking round; The foe, no more withstanding, His weapons on the ground Throws down, his hellish power To Christ he must give o'er, And to the Victor's bands Must yield his feet and hands. 4 This is a sight that gladdens And fills my heart with glee; Now, naughtsoever saddens My soul, nor takes from me My trust or fortitude, Or any precious good Which by His victory My Saviour gained for me. 5 Hell and its prince, the Devil, They of their power are shorn, I now am safe from evil, And sin I laugh to scorn; Grim death with all its might Cannot my soul affright; He is a powerless form, Howe’er he rage and storm. 6 The world against me rageth, Its fury I disdain; Thought bitter war it wageth, Its work is all in vain. No trouble troubles me, My heart from care is free, Misfortune now is play, And night is bright as day. 7 I cleave now and forever To Christ, a member true; My Head will leave me never, Whate’er He passeth through; He treads the world beneath His feet, and conquers death And hell, and breaks sin's thrall I'm with Him through it all. 8 To glory He ascendeth, I follow Him fore'er, For Christ, my Head, defendeth His member from all care: No enemy I fear, Because my Head is near; My Saviour is my Shield, By Him all rage is stilled. 9 He brings me to the portal That opens into bliss, Where graved in words immortal this golden scripture is: "Who there are scorned with me, Here with me crowned shall be; Who there with me shall die, Shall here be raised as I!" Topics: Easter Languages: English

All glory, laud, and honor

Author: John M. Neale; St. Theodulph Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #90 (1894) Meter: 7.6 First Line: All glory, laud, and honor Lyrics: 1 All glory, laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and blessèd One. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 3 The company of angels Are praising Thee on high; And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went: Our prayers and praise and anthems Before Thee we present. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 5 To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymns of praise: To Thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 6 Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [All glory, laud, and honor]