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Ved del cielo descendiendo

Author: G. H. Rule; John Cennick, 1718-1755 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Ved del cielo descendiendo Al triunfante Redentor; En su majestad tremenda Aparece el Salvador. Su justicia En la tierra reinará. 2 Vedlo todos, revestido De divina claridad: Los que a Cristo habéis vendido, Los que llenos de maldad, Con escarnio Le llamasteis malhechor. 3 Muestra ahora las heridas Que le hicieron en la cruz; Las señales estampadas En su cuerpo, que, a la luz De la gloria, Encarecen su piedad. 4 Cristo, rey, te veneramos En tu augusto tribunal; Nuestras frentes inclinamos Ante Ti, Dios eternal, Juez divino, Todo ser te temerá. Topics: Ocasiones Especiales Segunda Venida de Nuestro Señor; Special Occasion Second Coming of our Lord Used With Tune: SAINT AUSTIN
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Fixed The Covenant Is, And Certain

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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)
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They Who Hate Thee, Oh My Father

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 2 hymnals 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)
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Saints, Behold The Mighty Angel

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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)
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Lo, He Comes,The King Of Glory

Author: Benjamin Beddome Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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)
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Come, ye souls by sin afflicted

Author: Joseph Swain Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 48 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, ye souls by sin afflicted, Bowed with fruitless sorrow down; By the broken law convicted, Through the cross behold the crown; Look to Jesus; Mercy flows through him alone. 2 Take his easy yoke and wear it; Love will make obedience sweet; Christ will give you strength to bear it, While his wisdom guides your feet Safe to glory, Where his ransomed captives meet. 3 Blessed are the eyes that see him, Blest the ears that hear his voice; Blessed are the souls that trust him, And in him alone rejoice: His commandments Then become their happy choice. 4 Sweet as home to pilgrim's weary, Light to newly opened eyes, Or full springs in deserts dreary, Is the rest the cross supplies: All who taste it Shall to rest immortal rise. Amen. Topics: Christians Blessedness of; The Church The Free Offer of the Gospel; Comfort; Coming to Christ; Obedience; Rest Scripture: Matthew 11:28-29 Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN

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