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Lo, He Comes, Arrayed In Vengeance

Author: Joseph Swain Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 16 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes, arrayed in vengeance, Riding down the heav’nly road; Floods of fury roll before him— Who can meet an angry God? Tremble sinners, Who can stand before His rod! 2 Lo He comes, in glory shining; Saints, arise and meet your king! "Glorious Captain of salvation, Welcome! welcome!" hear them sing! Shouts of triumph, Make the heav’ns with echoes ring. 3 Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hear the dreadful sound "Depart," Rattling, like a peal of thunder, Through each guilty rebel’s heart! Lost for ever, Hope and sinners here must part! 4 Still they hear the awful sentence; Hell resounds the dreadful roar, While their heart-strings twinge with anguish, Trembling on the burning shore! Justice seals it— Down they sink, to rise no more! 5 How they shrink, with horror viewing Hell’s deep caverns opening wide! Guilty thoughts, like ghosts pursuing, Plunge them down the rolling tide! Now consider, Ye who scorn the Lamb that died! 6 Hark! ten thousand harps resounding! Formed in bright and grand array, See the glorious armies rising, While their captain leads the way! Heav’n before them Opens an eternal day! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Walworth Hymns (London: J. Matthews, 1792)

Go, Ye Heralds Of Salvation

Author: Thomas Baldwin Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 33 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Go, ye heralds of salvation, Go, proclaim "Redeeming blood"; Publish to that barbarous nation, Peace and pardon from our God: Tell the heathen, None but Christ can do them good. 2 While the Gospel trump you’re sounding, May the Spirit seal the Word, And, thro’ plenteous grace abounding, Heathen bow and own the Lord; Idols leaving, God alone shall be adored. 3 Distant tho’ our souls are blending Still our hearts are warm and true; In our prayers to Heav’n ascending, Brethren—we’ll remember you; Heav’n preserve you, Safely all your journey through. 4 When your mission here is finished, And your work on earth is done, May your souls, by grace replenished, Find acceptance thro’ the Son; Thence admitted, Dwell for ever near His throne. 5 Loud hosannas now resounding, Make the heav’nly arches ring: Grace to sinful men abounding, Ransomed millions sweetly sing; While, with rapture, All adore their heav’nly king. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Village Hymns by Asahel Nettleton (Hartford: Goodwin & Company, printer, 1824)

Lo, He Comes,The King Of Glory

Author: Benjamin Beddome Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Lo, He comes, the King of glory Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes, the King of glory, See, He rends the yielding sky; Heav’nly flaming guards attend Him, And the fearful lightnings fly: Awful grandeur, Sinner, now thy doom is nigh! 2 Earth and elements dissolving, Orbs of light their luster lose; The dread trumpets sound tremendous, Bid the graves their dead disclose; The pale nations Now appear as friends or foes. 3 Thousand times ten thousand standing, Bow before His radiant throne; Summoned now to the tribunal, What for sinners can be done? Awful crisis, When each ray of hope is gone! 4 Oh, the dreadful consternation, When they hear the sentence giv’n, Never more to be repealèd, Parting them from bliss and Heav’n; And to Tophet In confusion they are driv’n. 5 Oh may I at that dread moment, In the Judge behold a friend; Hear His voice in loudest accents, Bid me to His throne ascend; Join the chorus That shall never, never end. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

Saints, Behold The Mighty Angel

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Saints, behold the mighty angel, Standing on the earth and sea; Lo, his hand he lifts to Heaven, Swears that time no more shall be: Awful moment, Where shall now the sinner flee? 2 Short is time, e’en at the longest, Man’s frail life is shorter still; All his days are full of sorrow, That will soon their course fulfil: Happy mortal, Who performs his Maker’s will. 3 May the awful hour approaching, Sink within my thoughtless mind, So that when l hence am summoned, Cheerful I may feel resigned: At that moment, Let me, Lord, Thy mercy find! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

They Who Hate Thee, Oh My Father

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 First Line: They who hate Thee, oh my Father Lyrics: 1 They who hate Thee, oh my Father, Thou wilt clothe with endless shame, But the righteous who revere Thee, Thou Thy children wilt proclaim; In Thy records, May I see my worthless name. 2 There should it be found inscribèd, It shall never know decay, Though the rocks and hills may vanish, Time and all things pass away; Blessed prospect, Of a never ending day. 3 Then amidst unnumbered dangers, I will dwell devoid of fear; Earth and hell can never injure Those who are Thy special care, Whose inscription Thou hast placed on records fair. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

Fixed The Covenant Is, And Certain

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Fixed the cov’nant is, and certain Lyrics: 1 Fixed the cov’nant is, and certain, Ratified by blood divine; Saints, with loving exultation, Celebrate the kind design: Sing of mercy, As it now in Jesus shines. 2 Hence proceed unnumbered blessings Pardon, peace and endless joy, Those with cov’nant-truth recorded, Shall our daily thoughts employ: Precious Bible, Thus to bring a Savior nigh. 3 All its promises and precepts, All the doctrines it contains, Are a rich and boundless treasure, Far exceeding earthly gains: Sacred volume, Antidote to mortal pains. 4 Let thy light be still extended, Reaching all the human race, Let the mighty conquering Savior, Show the glories of His face: Win the nations, By His sovereign power and grace. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs,1818)