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A Song of Praise

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #I (1802) First Line: Now in a song of grateful praise Lyrics: 1 Now in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise' With all the saints I'll join to tell My Jesus has done all thngs well. 2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess, His wisdom all his works express, But O! his love, what tongue can tell, My Jesus has done all things well. 3 How sovereign, merciful and free, Has been his love to sinful me; He pluck'd me from the jaws of hell, My Jesus has done all things well. 4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And then he undertook my cause; To save me tho, I did rebel, My Jesus has done all things well. 5 And since my soul has known his love, What blessings hath he made me prove? Mercy, which doth all praise excel; My Jesus has done all things well. 6 When eer my Savior or my God, Hath on me laid his gentle rod; I know in all that has befel, My Jesus has done all things well. 7 Tho' many flaming fi'ry darts, Attempt their level at my heart; With this I all their rage repel, My Jesus has done all things well. 8 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide, To make me pray, and kill my pride, Yet on my heart it still doth dwell, My Jesus has done all things well. 9 Soon I shall pass this vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath, Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well. 10 And when to those bright worlds I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. Languages: English

Christ the Appletree

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #II (1802) First Line: The tree of life my ſoul hath ſeen Lyrics: 1 The tree of life my ſoul hath ſeen, Laden with fruit, and always green, The trees of nature fruitleſs be, Compar'd with Chriſt the appletree. 2 His beauty doth all things excel, By faith I know, but ne'er can tell, The glory which I now can ſee, In Jeſus Christ the appletree. 3 For happineſs I long have ſought, And pleaſure I have dearly bought; I miſs'd of all but now I ſee 'Tis found in Chriſt the appletree. 4 I'm weary'd with my former toil, Here I will ſit and reſt awhile; Under the ſhadow I will be Of Jeſus Chriſt the appletree. 5 With great delight I'll make my ſtay, There's none ſhall fright my ſoul away, Among the ſons of men I ſee, There's none like Chriſt the appletree 6 I'll fit and eat this fruit divine, It cheers my heart like ſpirit'al wine. And now this fruit is ſweet to me, That grows on Chriſt the appletree. 7 This fruit doth make my ſoul to thrive, It keeps my dying faith alive; Which makes my ſoul in haſte to be With Jeſus Chriſt the appletree. Languages: English

The Farewell

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #III (1802) First Line: Farewell, my brethren in the Lord Lyrics: 1 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, The gospel sounds a jubilee; My stam'ring tongue shall sound aloud, From land to land, from sea to sea: And as I preach from place to place, I'll trust alone in God's free grace. 2 Farewell in bonds and union dear; Like strings you twine about my heart; I humbly beg your earnest pray'r, Till we shall meet no more to part-- Till we shall meat in worlds above, Encircled in eternal love. 3 Farewell my earthly friends below, Tho' all so kind and dear to me; My Jesus calls, and I must go, To sound the gospel jubilee-- To sound the joys, and bear the news, To gentile worlds, and royal Jews. 4 Farewell young people one and all; While God shall grant me breath to breathe I'll pray to the Eternal All, That your dear souls in Christ may live; That your dear souls prepar'd may be, To reign in bliss eternally! 5 Farewell to all below the sun; And as I pass in tears below, The path is straight my feet shall run; And God will keep me as I go-- And god will keep me in his hadn And bring me to the promis'd land. 6 Farewell, farewell! I look above; Jesus, my friend, to thee I call; My joy, my crown, my only love, My safeguard there, my heavn'nly all; My theme to preach, my song to sing, My only joy till death--Amen. Languages: English

The Savior's Merit

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #IV (1802) First Line: Savior, I do feel thy merit Lyrics: 1 Savior, I do feel thy merit, Sprinkled with redeeming blood, And my weary, troubled spirit, Now finds rest with thee, my God. I am safe, and I am happy, While in thy dear arms I lie; Sin nor Satan cannot hurt me, While my Savior is so nigh. 2 Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory be to God on high, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Sing his praises thro' the sky, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the Father give, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Sing his prises all that live! 3 Now I'll sing my Savior's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any want his spirit, He is still the very same. He that asketh, soon recieveth, He that seeks is sure to find; Whosoe'er on him believeth, he will never cast behind. 4 Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glorious Christ of heav'nly birth; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Sing his praises through the earth; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the spirit be, Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the sacred One in Three. 5 Now our advocate is pleading, With his father and our God, And for us is interceding, As the purchase of his blood. Now me thinks I hear him praying, "Father! save them; I have died:" And the Father, answers, saying, "They are freely justified." 6 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, Worthy is the Lamb of God, Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, Who lov'd and wash'd us in his blood; Holy, holy, holy, holy, Holy is the Lord of Host, Holy, holy, holy, holy, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 7 Soon we hope to sing more sweetly, At the marriage of the Lamb, When the Bride is dress'd completely, Fit to celebrate the same: All the shouts shall then be ringing, Round the throne of God most high, And in sweet melodious singing, Loud shall echo through the sky. 8 Glory, honor and thanksgiving, Be unto the Lord our king; O let every creature living The redeemer's praises sing: Allelujah! Allelujah! Now the Lord Jehovah reigns; Allelujah! Allelujah! Sing his praise in higher strains. 9 Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, Blessed be the God of heav'n, Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, Who has all our sins forgiv'n; Praised be his holy name: Praised, praised, praised, praised, Now and evermore, Amen. Languages: English

The Hiding Place

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #V (1802) First Line: Hail, sovereign love! that first began Lyrics: 1 Hail sovereign love! that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man! Hail matchless free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding place. 2 Against the God that built the sky, I fought, with hands uplifted high; Despis'd the mansions of his grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place. 3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night, And fond of darkness, more that light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without a hiding place! 4 But lo! th' eternal council rang, Almighty love arrests the man; I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding place! 5 Vindictive justice stood in view, To Sinai's fi'ry mount I flew; But justice cry'd with frowning face, This mountain is no hiding place! 6 But lo! a heav'nly voice I heard, And mercy's angel soon appear'd: He lead me on a pleasing pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 7 Should sev'n fold storms of vengeance roll, And shake this globe from pole to pole; No thunder-bolt shall daunt my face, Whilst Jesus is my hiding place! 8 On him almighty vengeance fell, Which else had sunk a world to hell: He bore it for his chosen race, And thus became a hiding place! 9 Roll on thou sun in rapid haste, And bring me to that constant feast, Where mirthful songs of sov'reign grace, Are sung to him the hiding place. Languages: English

The Christian Soldier

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #VI (1802) First Line: O glorious hope of perfect love Lyrics: 1 O glorious hope of perfect love, It lifts me up to things above; It bears on eagles wings, It gives my ravish'd soul a taste; And makes me for some moments feast With Jesus, priests and kings. 2 The things eternal I pursue, A happiness beyond the view, Of those that barely pant For things by nature felt and seen, Their honor, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. 3 Nothing on earth I call my own, A stranger, to the world unknown; I all their goods despise; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight; A country in the skies: 4 Then is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there; And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heav'nly rest; Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now O my Savior, brother, friend, Receive me to thy breast. Languages: English

Mysteries to be explained hereafter

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #VII (1802) First Line: Great God of providence! thy ways Lyrics: 1 Great God of providence! thy ways Are hid from mortal sight; Wrapt in impenetrable shades, Or cloth'd with dazzling light. 2 The wond'rous methods of thy grace, Evade the human eye; The nearer we attempt t' approach, The farther off they fly. 3 But in the world of bliss above, Where thou dost ever reign, These myst'ries shall be all unveil'd, And not a doubt remain. 4 The sun of righteousness shall there His brightest beams display, And not a hovering cloud obscure That never-ending day. Languages: English

A warning to sinners, to flee from the wrath to come

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #VIII (1802) First Line: When pity prompts me to look round Lyrics: 1 When pity prompts me to look round Upon this fellow clay; See men reject the gospel sound, Good God! what shall I say? 2 My bowels yearn for dying men, Doom'd to eternal woe; Fain would I speak, but 'tis in vain, If God does not speak too. 3 O! sinners, sinners, wont you hear, When in God's name I come? Upon your peril don't forbear, Lest hell should be your doom. 4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour, O! sinners come away; The Savior's knocking at your door, Arise without delay. 5 O! don't refuse to give him room, lest mercy should withdraw; He'll then in robes of vengeance come To execute his law. 6 Then where poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace, When you your injur'd judge shall see, And stand before his face? 7 O! could you shun that dreadful sight, How would you wish to fly! To the dark shades of endless night, From that all-searching eye? 8 But death and hell must then give up Their dead, who will appear At the last trumpet's awful sound, Their endless doom to hear. 9 No yearning bowels; pity then Shall not affect my heart; No, I shall surely say Amen, When Christ bids you depart. 10 Let not these warnings be in vain, But lend a listening ear; Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapt in keen despair. Languages: English

The Soldier of the Cross

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #IX (1802) First Line: Am I a soldier of the Cross Lyrics: 1 Am I a Soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb: And should I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak His name? 2 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help us unto God? 3 Should I be carry'd to the skies, On flow'ry beads of ease? While others fight to win the prize, And sail thro' bloody seas? 4 Yes I must fight if I would reign Increase my courage, Lord. I'll bear the cross, endure the shame, Supported by thy word. 5 The saints all in this glorious war Shall conquer though they die; They see a triumph from afar And meet it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise And all the armies shine In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine. Languages: English

The Grace of God; or, Divine Condescension

Hymnal: DHSS1802 #X (1802) First Line: When the Eternal bows the skies Lyrics: 1 When the Eternal bows the skies To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings: 2 He bids the awful chariot roll Far downward from the skies, To visit every humble soul With pleasure in his eyes. 3 Why should the Lord that reigns above Disdain so lofty kings? Say, Lord, and why such looks of love Upon such worthless things? 4 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his awful will? Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still. 5 Just like his nature is his grace, All sovereign and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways, How deep thy judgments be! Languages: English