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On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S100 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields array'd in living green, And rivers of delight! 3 There generous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow: There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow. 4 All o'er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Sun for ever reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and fear'd no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest? 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul Can here no longer stay: Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. Languages: English
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Our heavenly Father calls

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S101 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs; He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are! What various stores of good Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand, And purchas'd with his blood? 4 Jesus, our living head, We bless thy faithful care; Our advocate before the throne, And our forerunner there. 5 Here fix, my roving heart! Here wait, my warmest love! 'Till the communion be complete In nobler scenes above. Scripture: 1 John 1:3 Languages: English
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Our Lord is risen from the dead

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S102 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Drag'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphant chariot waits And angels chaunt the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of glory in. 4 Who is the King of glory? who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! Ye everlasting doors, give way. 6 Who is the King of glory? who? The Lord of boundless pow'r possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, forever blest. Languages: English
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A Saviuor! let creation sing

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S103 (1825) Meter: Irregular First Line: Our souls in love together knit Languages: English
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Raise your triumphant songs

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S104 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: John 3:16-17 Languages: English
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The law by Moses came

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S109 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: John 1:17 Languages: English
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Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S105 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English
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Stop poor sinner, stop and think

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S106 (1825) Meter: Irregular Languages: English
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The day is past and gone

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S107 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Languages: English
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Th' eternal Sov'reign from on high

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S108 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Th' eternal Sov'reign from on high Cast on the sons of men his eye, To see, if any understood, And fear'd, and lov'd their Maker, God. 2 But all were so degen'rate grown, None the true God had fully known; Both Jew and Gentile long had been By lust enslav'd, and dead in sin. 3 Both gone from wisdom's path astray, Pursu'd the errors of their way, With dismal superstition blind; And causeless terrors fill'd their mind. 4 Who, gracious God! to sinners' eyes could bid the wish'd salvation rise? Thy Son did light and truth display, And turn their darkness into day. 5 No flesh shall boast of righteousness, But guilty shall themselves confess; And, when they heart thy pard'ning voice, In thy salvation shall rejoice. Languages: English

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