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Father Of Jesus Christ Our Lord
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: CYBER #11189 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Father of Jesus Christ our Lord,
With Jesus Christ forever one,
To us who hang upon Thy Word,
Thy mercy, peace, and grace be shown!
2 By grace our guiltiness remove,
Our wretchedness and misery heal,
And stablish us in faith and love,
By peace, Thy hallowing Spirit’s seal. Languages: English Tune Title: DE PAUW
Father Of Jesus Christ Our Lord
Sinners, Attend The Dreadful Word
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: CYBER #11191 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sinners, attend the dreadful word—
"The Judge of all, the righteous Lord,
Doth with His holy myriads come"—
And tremble at your instant doom!
2 Ye just, the faithful God and true
Comes, to be glorified in you,
Rejoice to see the Judge descend,
And boldly meet your heavenly friend! Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Sinners, Attend The Dreadful Word
Great Was The Day
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #11223 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Great was the day, the joy was great Lyrics: 1 Great was the day, the joy was great,
When all the waiting disciples met;
Whilst on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
2 What gifts, what miracles He gave!
And power to kill, and power to save!
He furnished their tongues with wondrous words,
Instead of shields, and spears and swords.
3 Thus armed, He sent the champions forth
From east to west, from south to north:
Go, and assert your Savior’s cause;
Go, spread the mystery of His cross.
4 These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low!
5 Nations, the learnèd and the rude,
Are by these heavenly arms subdued;
While Satan rages at his loss,
And hates the doctrine of the cross.
6 Great King of Grace! my heart subdue;
I would be led in triumph, too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the victories of His Word. Languages: English Tune Title: LOUVAN
Great Was The Day
O Israel, To Thy Tents Repair
Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: CYBER #11233 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O Israel, to thy tents repair! Lyrics: 1 O Israel, to thy tents repair!
Why thus secure on hostile ground?
Thy King commands thee to beware;
For many foes thy camp surround.
2 The trumpet gives a martial strain:
O Israel, gird thee for the fight!
Arise, the combat to maintain,
And put thine enemies to flight.
3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;
Awake! be vigilant, be brave!
The coward, and the sluggard too,
Must wear the fetters of the slave.
4 A nobler lot is cast for thee:
A kingdom waits thee in the skies;
With such a hope, shall Israel flee,
Or yield through weariness the prize?
5 No! let a careless world repose,
And slumber on through life’s short day,
While Israel to the conflict goes,
And bears the glorious prize away. Languages: English Tune Title: GROSTETTE
O Israel, To Thy Tents Repair
Ye Judges Of The Earth, Be Still
Author: Benjamin H. Kennedy Hymnal: CYBER #11236 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ye judges of the earth, be still,
While God declares His righteous will:
“How long in your unequal scale
Shall justice lose, and wrong prevail?
2 'Let law the orphan’s claim secure:
List to the friendless and the poor:
Protect the weak, assert their right,
And save them from the oppressor’s spite.
3 "Alas, ye neither know nor mark;
Reckless ye wander in the dark,
While earth the dire confusion feels,
And on its deep foundation reels.
4 "Gods ye were named: all lands in you
The children of the Highest knew:
But death your frailty shall betray,
And blend your forms with vulgar clay."
5 Rise, high-throned God, to vengeance rise;
Redeem the wronged, the proud chastise;
Rule every realm by right divine:
For all the realms of earth are Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Ye Judges Of The Earth, Be Still
They Who Confess The Savior Here
Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: CYBER #11267 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 They who confess the Savior here,
Must count upon the worldling’s sneer;
Must reckon on his malice, too,
Nor fear to stand among the few.
2 How many, thro’ the fear of shame,
Refuse to own the Savior’s name!
Lest fools the question should renew,
And cry, Are ye deceivèd, too?
3 The fear of man thus brings a snare,
For few his frown and scorn can bear,
But they should think what Jesus says,
Them who confess Me I’ll confess.
4 Ah Lord! with truth we all may tell,
That we have loved the world too well;
O make us valiant in Thy cause!
And careless of the world’s applause.
5 While we despise the earthly scorn,
Let all our works Thy truth adorn!
And when Thy glorious day we see,
O let us be confessed of Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: KANSAS CITY
They Who Confess The Savior Here
O Happy Day, When Saints Shall Meet
Author: John Barnard, 1681-1770 Hymnal: CYBER #11272 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O! Happy day, when saints shall meet Lyrics: 1 O! Happy day, when saints shall meet
To part no more—the thought is sweet;
No more to feel the rending smart,
Oft felt below, when Christians part.
2 O happy place I still must say,
Where all but love is done away;
All cause of parting there is past;
Their social feast will ever last.
3 Such union here is sought in vain,
As there, in every heart, will reign;
There separations can’t compel
The saints to bid the sad farewell.
4 On earth, when friends together meet,
And find the passing moments sweet;
Time’s rapid motions soon compel,
With grief to say, "Dear friends, farewell."
5 The shepherd feels the smarting shock,
Of parting from his weeping flock;
His feelings for them, none can tell,
When forced to say, "My friends, farewell."
6 The happy season soon will come,
When saints shall meet in Heaven, their home;
Eternally with Christ to dwell,
Nor ever hear the sound, "Farewell." Languages: English Tune Title: MARYTON
O Happy Day, When Saints Shall Meet
O Lord Of Hosts, The Earth Is Thine
Author: William W. How Hymnal: CYBER #11307 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord of Hosts, the earth is Thine,
The nations bow beneath Thy sway;
Thy wisdom, love and power divine
All things in Heav’n and earth obey.
2 The famine, pestilence and sword,
All these Thy righteous judgments are;
Yet mark not our deservings, Lord,
But lift from us the scourge of war.
3 The monarch’s haughtiness bow down,
The loftiness of man make low;
Let all the world Thy greatness own;
And peace return to dwell below.
4 O’er passions fierce and hatred sore
Shed down Thy healing love again:
Bid angel choirs sing out once more
"Peace on the earth, good will to men."
5 O Father, teach us brother’s love;
O Savior, make us one in Thee;
O Spirit, pour forth from above
Thy mercy, peace and unity. Languages: English Tune Title: COMMANDMENTS
O Lord Of Hosts, The Earth Is Thine
Thou Who Canst Never Change Nor Fail
Hymnal: CYBER #11314 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thou who canst never change nor fail,
Guiding the hours as they roll by,
Brightening with beams the morning pale
And glowing warm in the midday sky.
2 Quench Thou the fire of hate and strife,
The wasting fever of the heart;
From perils guard our feeble life
And to our souls Thy peace impart.
3 Grant this, O Father, only Son,
And Holy Spirit, God of grace,
To whom all glory, Three in One,
Be giv’n in every time and place. Languages: English Tune Title: GREEN MOUNTAINS
Thou Who Canst Never Change Nor Fail
Had I The Tongues Of Greeks And Jews
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: CYBER #11318 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in Heav’n and hell,
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr’s glorious name;
4 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e’er fulfill. Languages: English Tune Title: BIHAR
Had I The Tongues Of Greeks And Jews
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