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Come, thou fount of every blessing

Hymnal: SH1835 #94 (1854) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1. Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. I am bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me Hallelujah, praise the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: WARRENTON

No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard

Hymnal: SH1835 #94b (1854) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1. No more shall the sound of the war whoop be heard, The ambush and slaughter no longer be feared. The tomahawk buried, shall rest in the ground, And peace and good will to the nations abound. Languages: English Tune Title: WAR DEPARTMENT

Soldiers, go, but not to claim

Hymnal: SH1835 #95 (1854) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Soldiers, go, but not to claim Mouldering spoils of earthborn treasure, Not to build a vaunting name, Not to dwell in tents of pleasure, Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses, Turn no wishful eye of youth, Where the sunny beam reposes. Thou hast sterner work to do, Hast to cut thy passage through; Close behind the gulfs are burning: Forward then, there's no returning. Languages: English Tune Title: CHRISTIAN SOLDIER [2]

Young people all, attention give

Hymnal: SH1835 #96 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Young people all, attention give, While I address you in God's name; You who in sin and folly live, Come hear the counsel of a friend. I've sought for bliss in glittering toys, And ranged the luring scenes of vice; But never knew substantial joys, Until I heard my Savior's voice. 2. He spake at once my sins forgiven, And washed my load of guilt away; He gave me glory, peace, and heaven, And thus I found the heavenly way. And now with trembling sense I view The billows roll beneath your feet; For death eternal waits for you, Who slight the force of gospel truth. 3. Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone By fleeting time or conquering death, Your morning sun may set at noon, And leave you ever in the dark. Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks Must wither like the blasted rose; The coffin, earth, and winding sheet Will soon your active limbs enclose. 4. Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll, The grave will soon become your bed, Where silence reigns, and vapors roll In solemn darkness round your head. Your friends will pass the lonesome place, And with a sigh move slow along; Still gazing on the spires of grass With which your graves are overgrown. 5. Your souls will land in darker realms, Where vengeance reigns and billows roar, And roll amid the burning flames, When thousand thousand years are o'er. Sunk in the shades of endless night, To groan and howl in endless pain, And never more behold the light, And never, never rise again. 6. Ye blooming youth, this is the state Of all who do free grace refuse; And soon with you 'twill be too late The way of life and Christ to choose. Come, lay your carnal weapons by, No longer fight against your God But with the gospel now comply And heaven shall be your great reward. Languages: English Tune Title: MISSION

He comes! he comes! to judge the world

Hymnal: SH1835 #97 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. He comes! he comes! to judge the world, Aloud the archangel cries; While thunders roll from pole to pole, And lightning cleaves the skies; The affrighted nations hear the sound, And upward lift their eyes; The slumbering tenants of the ground In living armies rise. 2. Amid the shouts of numerous friends, Of hosts divinely bright, The Judge in solemn pomp descends, Arrayed in robes of light; His head and hair are white as snow, His eyes a fiery flame, A radiant crown adorns his brow, And Jesus is his name. 3. Writ on his thigh his name appears, And scars his victories tell; Lo! in his hand the conqueror bears The keys of death and hell: So he ascends the judgment seat, And at his dread command, Myriads of creatures round his feet In solemn silence stand. 4. Princes and peasants here expect Their last, their righteous doom; The men who dared his grace reject, And they who dared presume. "Depart, ye sons of vice and sin," The injured Jesus cries, While the long kindling wrath within Flashes from both his eyes. 5. And now in words divinely sweet, With rapture in his face, Aloud his sacred lips repeat The sentence of his grace: "Well done, my good and faithful sons, The children of my love, Receive the sceptres, crowns and thrones Prepared for you above." Languages: English Tune Title: MESSIAH (Carrell)

My days, my weeks, my months, my years

Hymnal: SH1835 #98 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1. My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres Around the steady pole; Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, And I must launch through endless deeps, Where endless ages roll. 2. The grave is near, the cradle seen, How swift the moments pass between, And whisper as they fly; Unthinking man, remember this, Though fond of sublunary bliss, That you must groan and die. 3. My soul, attend the solemn call, Thine earthly tent must shortly fall And thou must take thy flight Beyond the vast expansive blue, To sing above as angels do. Or sink in endless night. Languages: English Tune Title: KINGWOOD

I sing a song which doth belong

Hymnal: SH1835 #99 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. I sing a song which doth belong to all the human race, Concerning death, which steals the breath, and blasts the comely face; Come listen all unto my call, which I do make today For you must die as well as I, and pass from hence away. 2. No human power can stop the hour, wherein a mortal dies; A Caesar may be great today, yet death will close his eyes: Though some do strive and do arrive to riches and renown, Enjoying health and swim in wealth, yet death will bring them down. 3. Though beauty grace your comely face, with roses white and red, A dying fall will spoil it all, for Absalom is dead: Though you acquire the best attire, appearing fine and fair, Yet death will come into the room, and strip you naked there. 4. The princes high and beggars die, and mingle with dust, The rich, the brave, the negro slave, the wicked and the just: Therefore prepare to meet thy God, before it be too late. Or else you'll weep, lament and cry, lost in a ruined state. Languages: English Tune Title: AN ADDRESS FOR ALL

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring

Hymnal: SH1835 #100 (1854) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1. Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian. Lo, we lift our longing eyes, Burst, ye intervening skies, Sun of righteousness, arise, Open the gates of paradise. 2. Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him; Myriads, with supreme delight, Instantly adore him: Angel trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name, Heaven echoing with the theme. 3. Four and twenty elders rise From their princely station: Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory give to God alone; 'Holy, holy, holy One!' 4. Hark! the thrilling symphonies Seem, methinks, to seize us Join we too their holy lays, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Sweetest sound in seraph's song-- Sweetest notes on mortal tongue Sweetest carol ever sung-- Jesus, Jesus, roll along. Languages: English Tune Title: ELYSIAN

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord

Hymnal: SH1835 #101 (1854) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled 2. In every condition--in sickness, in health; In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad; on the land, on the sea-- "As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be. 3. "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed, I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4. "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of water shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 5. "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply, For flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6. "E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 7. "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!" Languages: English Tune Title: SINCERITY

Vain, delusive world, adieu

Hymnal: SH1835 #102 (1854) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1. Vain, delusive world, adieu, With all of creature good; Only Jesus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood; All thy pleasures I forego; I trample on thy wealth and pride; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 2. Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity; Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, He tasted death for me: Me to save from endless woe The sin atoning Victim died; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 3. Here will I set up my rest; My fluctuating heart From the haven of his breast Shall nevermore depart; Whither should a sinner go? His wounds for me stand open wide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 4. Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end; This is all my happiness, On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his faith abide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 5. O that I could all invite, This saving truth to prove; Show the length, the breadth, the height, And depth of Jesus' love! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone applied; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. Languages: English Tune Title: DELIGHT [1]

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