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A song of praise

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #1 (1800) 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, That Jesus has done all things 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 sov'reign, 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 spurned his grace, I broke his laws, And then he undertook my cause; To save me though I did rebel, My Jesus has done all things well. 5 And since my soul hath known his love, What blessings hath he made me prove! Mercy which doth all praise excel, My Jesus has done all things well. 6 Whene'er my Savior or my God, Hath on me laid his gentle rod; I know in all that has befel, That Jesus has done all things well. 7 Tho' many a flaming fiery dart, Attempt their level at my heart; With this I all my 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, That 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, How Jesus has done all things well. 10 And when to those bright worlds I rise, And join the anthem with the skies; Above the rest, this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well Languages: English

Christ the Appletree

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #2 (1800) 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 wearied 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 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 sit 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: DHSS1800 #3 (1800) 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 ye 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 strait my feet shall run, And God will keep me as I go-- And God will keep me in his hand, And bring me to the promis'd land. 6 Farewell, farewell! I look above; Jesus, my friend, to thee I call: My joys, 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: DHSS1800 #4 (1800) First Line: Savior, I do feel thy merit Languages: English

The Hiding Place

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #5 (1800) 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! the eternal council ran, 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 fiery 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, While 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 their 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: DHSS1800 #6 (1800) 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 There 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: DHSS1800 #7 (1800) First Line: Great God! thy providence, thy ways Scripture: John 13:7 Languages: English

A warning to sinners to flee from the wrath to come

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #8 (1800) 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, won't 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, the accepted hour, O! sinner come away; The Saviour'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 injured 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

A Soldier of the Cross

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #9 (1800) First Line: Am I a soldier of the cross Languages: English

The Grace of GOD; or Divine Condescnesion

Hymnal: DHSS1800 #10 (1800) 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 his 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 sov'reign and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways! How deep thy judgments be! Languages: English