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How Vain, Great God

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8931 Meter: 8.8.6 D First Line: How vain, great God, and worse than vain Lyrics: 1 How vain, great God, and worse than vain, How sinful our pretended pain In this our evil day! Unless we to our Smiter turn, The cause of all our evils mourn, And cast our sins away. 2 ’Gainst vice we partially declaim, With undiscerning censure blame Our nation’s wickedness: But O! The sin that loudest cries For all the vengeance of the skies, We never once confess. 3 O might we from our hearts repent Of scorning Him Thy pity sent To heal our sin and grief! Assist us through Thy Spirit’s power, To own, and feelingly deplore Our damning unbelief. 4 Convince the wretches who deny Their Lord, that stooped for them to die, Who triumph in His pain, Who trample on His precious blood, And hate, and scoff the dying God, And crucify again. 5 Confound the misbelieving pride Of those that impiously divide Thy dearest Son and Thee, Who will not Him Thine equal own, But madly threaten to dethrone The filial Deity. 6 And O! Almighty Son of God, Into the blind self righteous crowd Thy sharpest arrows dart; The men who infidels condemn, Nor ever knew themselves the same, Mere infidels in heart. 7 A formal self deceiving race, Who mock the counsel of Thy grace, The sense of sins forgiven, The power of godliness explode, The witness, and the peace of God, And faith that leads to Heaven. 8 Forgive us, Lord, for such we were, And all our guilty brethren spare, Our unbelief reprove, Give us that root of sins to own, And make our wounded spirits groan Beneath their want of love. 9 Let all the faithless nation cry, Redeem us, Savior, or we die, A second death to feel: O Jesus, Thine only name and blood Can save us from the wrath of God, Can ransom us from hell. 10 On Thee our dying souls we cast, Our dying souls receive at last, And in Thy arms embrace, To triumph in Thy pardoning love, And sing with all the saved above Thine everlasting praise. Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
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Jesus Of Nazareth, Look Down

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9232 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus of Nazareth, look down On those Thou call’st Thy flesh and bone, Thy suffering members here; Arise, in their defense arise, And now, in all the heathens’ eyes, Be their protector near. [originally, "On Israel’s part appear."] 2 Thy weakest confessors defend, And let them on Thyself depend, For help in their distress: Support, confirm the feeble mind, And keep them all on Thee reclined, And keep in perfect peace. 3 Let none forsake the fold and fly, Let none thro’ fear their Lord deny, But stand the fiery hour; The greatness of Thy mercy prove, The truth of Thy redeeming love, And all sufficient power. 4 Let none unwarily give place To Satan, with his angel face, And yield their souls to sell; To sell their conscience, and their God, Or weary leave the narrow road, And go for ease—to hell. 5 Still may they on the world look down, Superior to its smile and frown, Its threats and promises; The tempter tread beneath their feet, And Thee, where Satan keeps his seat, In life, and death confess. 6 O, Savior, now their fears remove, The sense of Thy redeeming love Abundantly impart, To all whose sacred love we feel; The prayer of faith this moment seal On every panting heart. Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
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They Come From Far A King To Seek

Author: Isabella J. Postgate Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12783 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 They come from far a king to seek, They find a babe and maiden meek, In low-roofed oxen stall: Yet rightly richest gifts they bring, For truly this Babe is King of all kings, The God and Lord of all. 2 Bright gold one offers now to Him, Whose glory makes the fine gold dim, His kingly state to show; And myrrh the bitter hour of strife, When He, who giveth all things life, In death’s dust lieth low. 3 One offers frankincense sweet and rare, The symbol meet of praise and prayer, Before the cradle-throne; For surely God is in this place, And in the blessèd Infant’s face The might of God is shown. 4 Lord, grant us, as the kings of old, By faith the glory to behold Which Thy poor form doth veil; Within the stable’s narrow bound To know a spot of holy ground And kneel our God to hail: 5 That, in dark shades of sinful night, Since Thou dost call us to Thy light, We may no longer roam; But, lifting heart and eyes to Heav’n, We follow the sign Thy love hath giv’n Until the star leads us home! Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
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Altho' the vine its fruit deny

Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #442 (1883) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK

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