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The Kingdom of God not in Word but in Power

Hymnal: CD1791 #I (1791) First Line: A Form of Words, tho' e'er so sound Lyrics: 1 A Form of Words, tho' e'er so sound, Can never save a Soul; The Holy Ghost must give the Wound, And make the wounded whole. 2 Tho' God's Election is a Truth, Small Comfort there I see, Till I am told by God's own Mouth That he has chosen ME. 3 Sinners,I read, are justify'd By Faith in JESU's Blood: But when to ME that Blood's apply'd, 'Tis then it does me good. 4 To Perseverance I agree, The Thing to me is clear, Because the Lord has promis'd me That I shall persevere. 6 Imputed Righteousness I own A Doctrine most divine; For Jesus to my Heart makes known That all his Merit's mine. 6 That Christ is God I can avouch; And for his People cares, Since I have pray'd to him as such, And he has heard my Pray'rs. 7 That Sinners black as Hell, by Christ Are sav'd, I know full well: For I his Mercy have not miss'd; And I am black as Hell. 8 Thus Christians glorify the Lord, His Spirit joins with ours, In bearing Witness to his Word, With all it's saving Pow'rs. Topics: Funeral Hymns; Kingdom of Christ Scripture: Matthew 21:9 Languages: English

A Funeral Hymn for a Believer

Hymnal: CD1791 #II (1791) First Line: Ah! lovely Appearance of Death Lyrics: 1 Ah! lovely Appearance of Death, No Sight upon Earth is so fair; Not all the gay Pageants that breathe, Can with a dead Body compare. 2 With solemn Delight I survey The Corps, when the Spirit is fled, In Love with the beautiful Clay, And longing to lie in his stead. 3 How blest is our Brother, bereft Of all that could burden his Mind? How easy the Soul, that hath left This wearisome Body behind! 4 Of Evil incapable thou, Whose Relicts with Envy I see; No longer in Misery now, No longer a Sinner like me. 5 This Earth is affected no more, With Sickness, or shaken with Pain; The War in the Members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. 6 No Anger henceforward, or Shame, Shall redden this innocent Clay; Extinct is the Animal Flame, And Passion is vanish'd away. 7 This languishing Head is at rest, Its Thinking and Aching are o'er; This quiet immoveable Breast Is heav'd by Affliction no more. 8 This Heart is no longer the Seat Of Trouble and torturing Pain; It ceases to flutter and beat, I never shall flutter again. 9 The Lids he so seldom could close, by Sorrow forbidden to sellp, Seal'd up in eternal Repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep. 10 The Fountains can yield no Supplies, These Hollows from Waters are free! The Tears are all wip'd from these Eyes, And Evil they never shall see. 11 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a Prison I breathe; And still for Deliverance pine, And press to the Issues of Death. 12 What now with my Tears I bedew, O might I this Moment become, My Spirit created anew, My Flesh be consign'd to the Tomb. Languages: English

Godly sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ

Hymnal: CD1791 #IV (1791) First Line: Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred Head For such a Worm as I? [2 Thy Body slain sweet Jesus thine, And bath'd in its own Blood, While all expos'd to Wrath divine The glorious Suff'rer stood!] 3 Was it for Crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the Tree? Amazing Pity! Grace unknown! And Love beyond degree! 4 Well might the Sun in Darkness hide, And shut his Glories in, When GOD the Mighty Maker, dy'd For Man the Creature's sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing Face, While his dear Cross appears; Dissolve my Heart in Thankfulness, And melt my Eyes to Tears. 6 But Drops of grief can ne'er repay The Debt of Love we owe; Here, Lord, I give my self away; 'Tis all that I can do. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Alas my God that thou should be

Hymnal: CD1791 #III (1791) Lyrics: 1 Alas, my God, that thou should be To me so much unknown! I long to walk and talk with Thee, And dwell before thy Throne. 2 Thou know'st, my Soul doth dearly love The Place of thine Abode; No Music gives so sweet a sound, As these two Words, My God. 3 I long not for the Fruit that grows Within these Gardens here; I find no Sweetness in their Rose When Jesus is not near. 4 Thy gracious Presence, O my Christ, Can make a Paradise; Ah, what are all the goodly Pearls, Unto this Pearl of Price? 5 Give me that sweet Communion, Lord, Thy people have with thee; Thy Spirit daily talks with Them, O let it talk with me. 6 Like Enoch let me walk with God, And thus walk out my Day, Attended with the heav'nly Guards, Upon the Kings High Way. 7 When wilt thou come unto me, Lord? O come, my Lord, most dear; Come near, come nearer nearer still; I'm well when thou art near. 8 When wilt thou come unto me, Lord? I languish for thy Sight; Ten thousand Suns, if thou art strange, Are Shades instead of Light. 9 When wilt thou come unto me Lord? for till thou dost appear, I count each Moment for a Day, Each Minute for a Year. 10 Come, Lord, and never from me go, This World's a darksom Place; I find no Pleasure here below, When thou dost veil thy Face. 11 There's no such Thing as Pleasure here, My Jesus is my all; As thou dost shine, or disappear, My pleasures rise and fall. 12 Come, spread thy Savour on my Frame, No Sweetness is so sweet; Till I get up to sing thy Name, Where all thy Singers meet. Topics: Longing after Christ Languages: English

Christ Crucified

Hymnal: CD1791 #VI (1791) First Line: All ye that pass by Lyrics: 1 All ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh, To you it is nothing that Jesus should die? 2 Your Ransom and Peace, Your Surety he is; Come see if there ever was Sorrow like his. 3 For what you have done, His Blood doth attone; The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son. 4 The Lord in the Day Of Anger did lay Your Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. 5 He answer'd for All; Oh, come, at his Call, And low at his Cross with Astonishment fall, 6 For you, and for me, He pray'd on the Tree; The Pray'r is accepted, the Sinner is free. 7 That Sinner am I, Who on Christ rely, And come for the Pardon God will not deny. 8 My Pardon I claim, A Sinner I am, A Sinner believing in Jesus's Name. 9 He gives me the Grace, Which now I embrace; Oh, Father, thou knowest he dy'd in my Place. 10 His Death is my Plea, My Advocate see, And hear the Blood speak that hath answer'd for me. 11 Acquitted I was By's Death on the Cross; And losing his Life, he hath carry'd my Cause. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Unbelief

Hymnal: CD1791 #V (1791) First Line: All you that love the Lord draw near Lyrics: 1 All you that love the Lord draw near, To my complaint pray lend as Ear, And help me to condole my Grief, For I'm distret by Unbelief. 2 Sometimes I'm such a stupid Clod I doubt the existence of a G O D; But still his Terrors work my Grief, While Hope is drown'd in Unbelief. 3 When thus I'm sore distrest all day, When evening comes I fain would pray, And beg for Pardon, and Relief; But there's no G O D:" says Unbelief. 4 But who did all things first create? Was it not G O D, the Wise and Great? While thus I would asswage my Grief, You have no Soul:" says Unbelief. 5 But then I make this quick Reply, What makes me then afraid to die, And after Death to dread the Grief Which I must have for Unbelief? 6 Besides the S A V I O U R came to die, The Souls of Men to purify; Which clearly proves for our Relief, That Men have Souls, O Unbelief! 7 Blest be my G O D, that now I see That J E S U S gave himself for me; I'll praise his Name, who bore my Grief, And saves my Soul from Unbelief. Topics: Fall of Man, or Depravity of Human Nature Languages: English

Holy Fortitude

Hymnal: CD1791 #VII (1791) First Line: Am I a Soldier of the Cross? Lyrics: 1 Am I a Soldier of the Cross? A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his Cause? Or blush to speak his Name? 2 Must I be carry'd to the Skies On flow'ry Beds of Ease? While others fought to win the Prize, And sail'd through bloody Seas? 3 Are there no Foes for me to face? Must I not stem the Flood? Is this vile World a Friend to Grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure, I must fight if I would reign; Increase my Courage, Lord. I'll bear the Toil, endure the Pain, Supported by thy Word. 5 Thy Saints, in all this glorious War Shall conquer though they die; They see the Triumph from afar, And seize it with their Eye. 6 When that illustrious Day shall rise And all thine Armies shine, In Robes of Vict'ry through the Skies, The Glory shall be thine. Topics: Holy Fortitude Languages: English

Triumph over Death, in Hope of the Resurection

Hymnal: CD1791 #VIII (1791) First Line: And must this Body die? Lyrics: 1 And must this Body die? This mortal Frame decay? And must these active Limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the Clay? 2 Corruption, Earth, and Worms Shall but refine this Flesh, Till my triumphant Spirit comes To put it on afresh. 3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the Skies Looks down, and watches all my Dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious Grace Shall these vile Bodies shine, And ev'ry Shape, and ev'ry Face, Look heav'nly and divine. 5 These lively Hopes we owe To Jesus' dying Love; We would adore his Grace below, And sing his Pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the Praise Of these our humble Songs, Till tunes of nobler Sound we raise With our immortal Tongues. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English

For New Year's Day

Hymnal: CD1791 #IX (1791) First Line: And now my Soul, another Year Lyrics: 1 And now my Soul, another Year Of thy short Life is past; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last. 2 Much of my dubious Life is gone, Nor will return again; And swift my passing Moments run, And few that yet remain. 3 Awake, my soul, with utmost Care Thy true Condition learn; What are thy Hopes, how sure, how fair, And what thy great Concern! 4 Now a new Scene of Time begins, Set out afresh for Heav'n; Seek pardon for thy former Sins, In Christ so freely giv'n. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on his Grace depend; With Zeal pursue the heav'nly Road, Nor doubt a happy End. Topics: New Years Day Languages: English

And why, dear Saviour, tell me why

Hymnal: CD1791 #X (1791) Lyrics: 1 And why, dear Saviour, tell me why, Thou thus would'st suffer, bleed and die? What mighty Motives could thee move? The Motive's plain, 'twas all for Love. 2 For Love of whom? Of Sinners base, A harden'd Herd, a Rebel Race; That mock'd and trampled on thy Blood, And wantom'd with the wounds of God 3 When Rocks and Mountains rent with Dread, And gaping Graves gave up their Dead; When the fair Sun withdrew his Light, And hid his Head to shun the Sight. 4 Then stood the Wretch of human Race, And rais'd his Head and shew'd his Face, Gaz'd unconcern'd, when Nature fail'd; And scoff'd, and sneer'd, and curs'd and rail'd. 5 Harder than Rocks and Mountains are, More dull than dirt and Earth by far, Man view'd unmov'd thy Blood's rich Stream, Nor ever dream'd it flow'd for him. 6 Such was that Race of sinful Men, That gain'd that great Salvation then; Such and such only still we see; Such they were all, and such are we. 7 The Jews with Thorns his Temples crown'd, And lash'd him when his Hands were bound; But Thorns, and knotted Whips, and Bands, By us were furnish'd to their Hands. 8 They nail'd him to th' accursed Tree; They did, my Brethren, so did we; The Soldier pierc'd his Sid, 'tis true, But we have pierc'd him through and through. 9 Oh Love of unexampled Kind! That leaves all Thought so far behind, Where Length, and Breadth, & Depth, and Height; Are lost to my astonish'd Sight. 10 For Love of me the Son of God Drain'd ev'ry Drop of vital Blood; Long Time I after Idols ran, But now my God's a martyr'd Man. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English