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We sing His love, who once was slain

Author: Rowland Hill Appears in 34 hymnals Lyrics: 1 We sing His love, who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived again, That all His saints through Him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave: Soon shall the trumpets sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. 2 The saints who now with Jesus sleep His own almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day When death itself shall die away: Soon shall the trumpets sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. 3 How loud shall our glad voices sing, When Christ His risen saints shall bring, From beds of dust and silent clay, To realms of everlasting day! Soon shall the trumpets sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. 4 When Jesus we in glory meet, Our utmost joy shall be complete; When landed on that heavenly shore, Death and the curse shall be no more: Soon shall the trumpets sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. 5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, And this delightful scene display, When all Thy saints from death shall rise Raptured in bliss beyond the skies: Soon shall the trumpets sound, and we Shall rise to immortality. Amen. Text Sources: Rev. Rowland Hill's Ps. and Hy. 1796 (Anon. in)

Come, O Creator Spirit blest

Author: Rev. Edward Caswall Appears in 284 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, O Creator Spirit, blest, And in our souls take up Thy rest; Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 2 Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry: O highest gift of God Most High; O Fount of life! O Fire of love! The sweet Anointing from above! 3 The sacred sevenfold grace is Thine, Dread Finger of the hand Divine: The promise of the Father Thou, Who dost the tongue with power endow. 4 Our senses touch with light and fire; Our hearts with charity inspire; And with endurance from on high The weakness of our flesh supply. 5 Far back our enemy repel, And let Thy peace within us dwell; So may we, having Thee for Guide, Turn from each hurtful thing aside. 6 O may Thy grace on us bestow The Father and the Son to know, And ever more to hold confessed Thyself of each the Spirit blest. Amen. Text Sources: Latin, 10th cent.

Father of all, to thee

Author: Rev. John Julian Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 20 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Father of all, to Thee, With loving hearts we pray, Through Him, in mercy given, The Life, the Truth, the Way; From heaven, Thy throne, in mercy shed Thy blessings on each bended head. 2 Father of all, to Thee, Our contrite hearts we raise, Unstrung by sin and pain, Long voiceless in Thy praise; Breathe Thou the silent chords along, Until they tremble into song. 3 Father of all, to Thee, we breathe unuttered fears, Deep-hidden in our souls, That have no voice but tears; Take Thou our hand, and through the wild Lead gently on, each trembling child. 4 Father of all, may we In praise our tongues employ, When gladness fills the soul With deep and hallowed joy; In storm and calm give us to see The path of peace, which leads to Thee. Amen.

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve

Author: Rev. Philip Doddridge Appears in 1,065 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands Thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye: 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. 5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, Have I my race begun; And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet I'll lay my honors down. Amen.

Rejoice, the Lord is King

Author: Rev. Charles Wesley Appears in 753 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King: Your Lord and King adore: Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice; again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus, the Savior, reigns, The God of truth and love; When He had purged our stains, He took His seat above. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice; again I say, rejoice. 3 He sits at God's right hand Till all His foes submit, And bow to His command, And fall beneath His feet. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice; again I say, rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope: Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take His servants up To their eternal home. We soon shall hear the archangel's voice: The trump of God shall sound - Rejoice. Amen.

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks and sing

Author: Edward H. Plumptre Appears in 435 hymnals First Line: Rejoice, ye pure in heart Lyrics: 1 Rejoice, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your festal banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 2 Bright youth and snow-crowned age, Strong men and maidens meek, Raise high your free, exulting song, God's wondrous praises speak. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 3 With all the angel choirs, With all the saints of earth, Pour out the strains of joy and bliss, True rapture, noblest mirth! Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 4 Your clear hosannas raise, And alleluias loud; Whilst answering echoes upward float, Like wreaths of incense cloud. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 5 Yes, on through life's long path, Still chanting as ye go; From youth to age, by night and day, In gladness and in woe. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 6 Still lift your standard high, Still march in firm array; As warriors through the darkness toil Till dawns the golden day. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 7 At last the march shall end, The wearied ones shall rest, The pilgrims find their Father's house, Jerusalem the blest. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. 8 Then on, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your glorious banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King. Rejoice, rejoice, Rejoice, give thanks and sing. Amen.

My times are in Thy hand

Author: William F. Lloyd Appears in 303 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My times are in Thy hand; My God, I wish them there; My life, my friends, my soul, I leave Entirely to Thy care. 2 My times are in Thy hand, Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. 3 My times are in Thy hand; Why should I doubt or fear? A Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. 4 My times are in Thy hand, Jesus the Crucified; The hand my cruel sins had pierced Is now my guard and guide. Amen.

Nature with open volume stands

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts Appears in 148 hymnals

Return, O wanderer, return

Author: Rev. William B. Collyer Appears in 538 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart, Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return; He heard thy deep repentant sigh, He saw thy softened spirit mourn When no intruding ear was nigh. 4 Return, O wanderer, return; Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live: Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 5 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. Amen.

Revive Thy work, O Lord

Author: Albert Midlane Appears in 232 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Revive Thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead And make Thy people hear. 2 Revive Thy work, O Lord, Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smouldering embers now By Thine almighty breath. 3 Revive Thy work, O Lord, Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hungering for the Bread of Life, O may our spirits be. 4 Revive Thy work, O Lord, Exalt Thy precious Name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For Thee and Thine inflame. 5 Revive Thy work, O Lord, Give pentecostal showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours. Amen.