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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. Blessèd are the eyes that see Him, Blest the ears that hear His voice; Blessèd are the souls that trust Him, And in Him alone rejoice; His commandments then become their happy choice. 4. Sweet as home to pilgrims 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. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN

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