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How Happy Every Child of Grace

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 381 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How happy every child of graceWho knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place,I seek my place in heaven:A country far from mortal sight;Yet, O! By faith I seeThe land of rest, the saints’ delight,The heaven prepar’d for me.2 A stranger in the world below,I calmly sojourn here,Nor can its happiness or woeProvoke my hope or fear:Its evils in a moment end,Its joys as soon are past;But, O! The bliss to which I tendEternally shall last.3 To that Jerusalem aboveWith singing I repair,While in the flesh, my hope and love,My heart and soul are there:There my exalted Saviour stands,My merciful high-priest,And still extends his wounded handsTo take me to his breast.4 What is there here to court my stay,To hold me back from home,While angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come?Shall I regret my parted friendsStill in the vale confin’d?Nay, but whene’er my soul ascends,They will not stay behind.5 The race we all are running now,And if I first attain,They too their willing head shall bow,They too the prize shall gain:Now on the brink of death we stand,And if I pass before,They all shall soon escape to land,And hail me on the shore.6 Then let me suddenly remove,That hidden life to share;I shall not lose my friends above,But more enjoy them there.There we in Jesus’ praise shall join,His boundless love proclaim,And solemnize in songs divineThe marriage of the Lamb.7 O what a blessed hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day:We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ conceal’d,And with his glorious presence hereOur earthen vessels fill’d.8 O would he more of heaven bestow,And let the vessel break,And let our ransom’d spirits goTo grasp the God we seek:In rapturous awe on him to gazeWho bought the sight for me,And shout and wonder at his graceThro’ all eternity.Charles Wesley, Funeral Hymns No. 2 (1759)

Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear

Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 62 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear, Who're bound for Canaan's land, Take courage and fight valiantly, Stand fast with sword in hand; Our Captain's gone before us, Our Father's only Son, Then, pilgrims dear, pray, do not fear, But let us follow on. 2. We have a howling wilderness, To Canaan's happy shore, A land of dearth, and pits, and snares, Where chilling winds do roar. But Jesus will be with us, And guard us by the way; Though enemies examine us, He'll teach us what to say. 3. The pleasant fields of paradise, So glorious to behold, The valleys clad in living green, The mountains paved with gold: The trees of life with heavenly fruit, Behold how rich they stand Blow, gentle gales, and bear my soul To Canaan's happy land. 4. Sweet rivers of salvation all Through Canaan's land do roll, The beams of day bring glittering scenes Illuminate my soul; There's ponderous clouds of glory, All set in diamonds bright; And there's my smiling Jesus, Who is my heart's delight. 5. Already to my raptured sight, The blissful fields arise, And plenty spreads her smiling stores, Inviting to my eyes. O sweet abode of endless rest, I soon shall travel there, Nor earth nor all her empty joys Shall long detain me here. 6. Come, all you pilgrim travelers, Fresh courage take by me; Meantime I'll tell you how I came, This happy land to see; Through faith the glorious telescope I viewed the worlds above, And God the Father reconciled, Which fills my heart with love. Used With Tune: PILGRIM

Oí la voz del Salvador

Author: Horatius Bonar, 1808-1889; Desconocido Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 20 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Oí la voz del Salvador Decir con tierno amor: "¡Oh, ven a Mí, no temas más, Cargado pecador!" Tal como estaba, a mi Jesús Cansado yo acudi; Y luego dulce alivio y paz Por fe en Él recibí. 2 Oí la voz del Salvador Decir: "Venid, bebed; Yo soy la fuente de salud Que apaga toda sed." Con sed de Dios, del vivo Dios, Buscando a mi Emmanuel, Lo hallé: mi sed Él apagó, Y ahora vivo en Él. 3 Oí su dulce voz decir: "Del mundo soy la luz; Miradme a Mí, os salvaré; Hay vida por mi cruz." Mirando a Cristo, luego en Él Mi norte y sol hallé: Y en esa luz de vida y paz Por siempre viviré. Topics: La Vida Cristiana Invitación; Cuaresma; Santa Comunión; Fe; Cruz y Consuelo; Cross and Comfort; Closing; Faith; The Christian Life Invitation; Holy Communion Used With Tune: VOX DILECTI