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Salvation

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 840 hymnals First Line: Salvation! O, the joyful sound Lyrics: 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound: ’Tis pleasure to our ears; A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Bury'dd in sorrow and in sin, At hell’s dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine To see a heav’nly day. 3 Salvation! Let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound.

A song of praise to the ever-blessed Trinity, God the Father, Son, and Spirit

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 73 hymnals First Line: Bless'd be the Father and his love Lyrics: 1 Bless'd be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, Great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls. 3 We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom, or a shore. Topics: Doxologies

An evening hymn

Appears in 190 hymnals First Line: Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song Lyrics: 1 [Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the off'rings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Thro' all the dangers of the day, Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepar'd.] 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But O how few returns of love, Hath my Creator found? 4 What have I done for him that dy'd To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiply'd, Fast as my minutes roll! 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.

The enjoyment of Christ; or delight in worship

Appears in 352 hymnals First Line: Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone Lyrics: 1 Far from my thoughts vain world be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heav'nly love. 3 [The trees of life immortal stand In fragrant rows at thy right hand, And in sweet murmurs by their side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. 4 Haste then but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace; Bring down a taste of truth divine And cheer my heart with sacred wine.] 5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 6 Hail great Immanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father’s glories shine; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known.

The examples of Christ and the saints

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 521 hymnals First Line: Give me the wings of faith to rise Lyrics: 1 Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came? They with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the lamb, Their triumph to his death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast:) And following their incarnate God, Possess the promis'd rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern giv'n, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heav'n.

The divine perfections

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 130 hymnals First Line: Jehovah reigns his throne is high Lyrics: 1 Jehovah reigns, his throne is high, His robes are light and majesty! His glory shines with beams so bright, No mortal can sustain the sight. 2 His terrors keep the world in awe; His justice guards his holy law; His love reveals a smiling face, His truth and promise seal the grace. 3 Thro' all His works his wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs; His pow'r is sov'reign to fulfil The noblest counsels of his will. 4 And will this glorious Lord descend To be my father and my friend? Then let my songs with angels join; Heav'n is secure, if God be mine.

The memorial of our absent Lord

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 145 hymnals First Line: Jesus is gone above the skies Lyrics: 1 Jesus is gone above the skies, Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face; And, to refresh our minds he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 3 The lord of life this table spread With his own flesh and dying blood: We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless the God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heav'nly light, And live for ever near his face. 6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills Whence our returning Lord shall come; We wait thy chariot's awful wheels, To fetch our longing spirits home.] Scripture: John 16:16

Incomparable food: or, the flesh and blood of Christ

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals First Line: Jesus, we bow before thy feet Lyrics: 1 Jesus! we bow before thy feet; Thy table is divinely stor'd; Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; We thank thee, Lord, 'tis gen'rous wine, Mingled with love; the fountain flow'd From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food; In vain we search the globe around For bread so fine, or wine so good. 4 Carnal provisions can at best But cheer the heart, or warm the head: But the rich cordial that we taste Gives life eternal to the dead. 5 Joy to the master of the feast; His name our souls for ever bless; To God the King, and God the Priest, A loud hosanna round the place.

The enjoyment of Christ: or delight in worship (Part II)

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 69 hymnals First Line: Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace Lyrics: 7 Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace Shines thro' the beauties of thy face, And lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! 8 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine, It tread the world beneath my feet, And all that earth calls good or great. 9 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit, and gaze away, A long, an everlasting day. 10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night To the fair coasts of perfect light: Then shall our joyful senses rove O’er the dear object of our love. 11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. 12 [Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass thro' this barren land, And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.

The vanity of creatures; or, no rest on earth

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 64 hymnals First Line: Man has a soul of vast desires Lyrics: 1 Man has a soul of vast desires, He burns within with restless fires: Tost to and fro, his passions fly From vanity to vanity. 2 In vain on earth we hope to find Some solid good to fill the mind: We try new pleasures, but we feel The inward thirst and torment still. 3 So when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 'tis a poor relief we gain, To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God! subdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and dust; Cure the vile fever of the mind, And feed our soul with joys refin'd.