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All hail the pow'r of Jesu's name!

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #I (1816) Languages: English

Almighty Maker, God!

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #II (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories now diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis form'd again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Languages: English

And is the gospel peace and love?

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #III (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 And is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife On Jesus let us fix our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind! How mild! how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live. 4 To do his heav'nly Father's will, Was his employment and delight: Humility and holy zeal Shone thro' his life divinely bright. 5 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labours of his life were love: If then we love the Saviour's name, Let his divine example move! Languages: English

And let this feeble body fail

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #IV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And let this feeble body fail, And let it faint and die, My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high? Shall join the disembody'd saints, And find its long sought rest, That only bliss for which it pants, In the Redeemer's breast. 2 In hope of that immortal crown, I now the cross sustain, And gladly wonder up and down, And smile at toil and pain. I suffer on my threescore years Till my deliv'rer come, And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home. 3 O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise! I see a world of Spirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there! The all are rob'd in spotless white, And conqu'ring palms they bear. 4 O what are all my suff'rings here If Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptur'd host t'appear, And worship at thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away: But let me find them all again In that eternal clay. Languages: English

And must I be to judgment brought

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #V (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day For ev'ry vain and idle thought, And ev'ry word I say? 2 Yes, ev'ry secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert, For all that I have done. 3 How careful then ought I to live; With what religious fear; Who such a strict account must give For my behaviour here! 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful pow'r bestow! So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou "standest at the door," O let me feel thee near! And make my peace with God, before I at the thy bar appear. Languages: English

Arise, my soul, arise

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #VI (1816) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Saviour stands: My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; With his redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood was spilt for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me: Forgive him, O forgive they cry! Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear annointed one; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 To God I'm reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear: He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father! cry. Languages: English

As birds their infant brood protect

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #VII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 As birds their infant brood protect And spread their wings to shelter them; Thus saith the Lord to his elect, "So shall I guard Jerusalem." 2 And what then is Jerusalem, This darling object of his care? Where is its worth in God's esteem? Who built it?--who inhabits there? 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to God The sinners whom he calls his own. 4 There, though besieg'd on ev'ry side, Yet much belov'd and guarded well; From age to age they have defied The utmost force of earth and hell. 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city hath a sure defence; Her name is call'd "The Lord is there," And who has power to drive them thence. Scripture: Ezekiel 48:35 Languages: English

Ascend thy throne, almighty King

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #VIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 O let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord; Let saints, and angels praise thy name, Be thou thro' heaven and earth ador'd. Scripture: Matthew 6:10 Languages: English

Awake, Jerusalem, awake

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #IX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake, Jerusalem, awake, No longer in thy sins lie down: The garment of salvation take, Thy beauty and thy strength put on. 2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, And hides the promise from thine eyes, Arise and struggle into light, Thy great Deliv'rer calls, Arise! 3 Shake off the bands of sad despair, Sion assert thy liberty, Look up, thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free. 4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace, Be purg'd from ev'ry sinful stain, Be like your Lord, his word embrace, Nor bear his hallow'd name in vain. 5 The Lord shall in your front appear, And lead the pompous triumph on; His glory shall bring up the rear, And perfect what his grace begun. Languages: English

Awake my zeal, awake my love

Hymnal: SHVA1816 #X (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake my zeal, awake my love, And serve my Saviour here below, In works which all the saints above, Which holy angels cannot do. 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, Though veils of darkness lie between; Hope shall rest firm upon his word, And faith rejoice in things unseen. 3 Awake my charity, and feed The hungry soul and clothe the poor; In heav'n are found no sons in need, There all these duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul Maintain the fight, the work pursue, Daily thy rising sins controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. 5 The land of triumph lies on high, There are no fields of battle there, Lord I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. 6 Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labours cease, May I possess the promis'd crown. Languages: English