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I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my Lord
Hymnal: SH1835 #134 (1854) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics:
1.
O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine,
For thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;
Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best,
Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm blest.
2.
Thy Spirit first taught me to know I was blind,
Then taught me the way of salvation to find;
And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,
Thy mercy relieved me, and bid me not fear.
3.
In vain I attempt to describe what I feel,
The language of mortals or angels would fail;
My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame,
I'm raised to a rapture while praising his name.
4.
I find him in singing, I find him in prayer,
In sweet meditation he always is near;
My constant companion, O may we ne'er part!
All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart.
5.
I love thee, my Savior, I love thee, my Lord,
I love thy dear people, thy ways, and thy word;
With tender emotion I love sinners too,
Since Jesus has died to redeem them from woe.
6.
My Jesus is precious--I cannot forbear,
Though sinners despise me, his love to declare;
His love overwhelms me; had I wings I'd fly
To praise him in mansions prepared in the sky.
7.
Then millions of ages my soul would employ
In praising my Jesus, my love and my joy
Without interruption, when all the glad throng
With pleasures unceasing unite in the song.
Languages: English Tune Title: IMANDRA
I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my Lord
Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey
Hymnal: SH1835 #135 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Where nothing dwells but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids the oppressed and poor repair,
And build them towns and cities there.
They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
Languages: English Tune Title: WHITESTOWN
Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey
Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph
Hymnal: SH1835 #136 (1854) Meter: Irregular Lyrics:
1.
Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,
To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet:
To you this day is born a Prince and Savior;
2.
O Jesus, for such wondrous condescension,
Our praises and reverence are an offering meet,
Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us.
3.
Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
And let the celestial courts his praise repeat;
Unto our God be glory in the highest,
O come and let us worship,
(Repeat previous line),
O come and let us worship at his feet.
Languages: English Tune Title: PORTUGUESE HYMN
Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
Hymnal: SH1835 #137 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie
2.
O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight;
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET PROSPECT
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Hymnal: SH1835 #138 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from anxious care and thought,
(Repeat previous line)
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
(Repeat previous line for tune 2--Happy Pilgrim)
He only sojourns here.
Languages: English Tune Title: THE PILGRIM'S LOT
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
Hymnal: SH1835 #139 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.7 Lyrics:
1.
He comes, he comes, the Judge severe! halle, hallelujah!
The seventh trumpet speaks him near; halle, hallelujah!
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll; halle, hallelujah!
How welcome to the faithful soul! O halle, hallelujah!
Languages: English Tune Title: HALLELUJAH [Harrison]
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King
Hymnal: SH1835 #140 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.7 Lyrics:
1.
Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King,
Let all prepare to take him in,
Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing,
And all the earth with praises ring,
And give to Jesus glory.
2.
O! may the desert land rejoice,
And mourners hear the Savior's voice;
While praise their every tongue employs,
And all obtain immortal joys,
And give to Jesus glory.
3.
O! may the saints of every name
Unite to praise the bleeding Lamb!
May jars and discords cease to flame,
And all the Savior's love proclaim,
And give to Jesus glory.
4.
I long to see the Christians join
In union sweet, and peace divine;
When every church with grace shall shine,
And grow in Christ the living vine,
And give to Jesus glory.
5.
Come, parents, children, bond, and free,
Come, who will go along with me?
I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,
And shout with saints eternally,
And give to Jesus glory.
6.
Those beauteous fields of living green,
By faith my joyful eyes have seen;
Though Jordan's billows roll between,
We soon shall cross the narrow stream,
And give to Jesus glory.
7.
A few more days of pain and woe,
A few more suffering scenes below,
And then to Jesus we shall go,
Where everlasting pleasures flow,
And there we'll give him glory.
8.
That awful trumpet soon will sound,
And shake the vast creation round,
And call the nations under ground,
And all the saints shall then be crowned,
And give to Jesus glory.
9.
Then shall our tears be wiped away,
No more our feet shall ever stray;
When we are freed from cumbrous clay
We'll praise the Lord in endless day
And give to Jesus glory.
Languages: English Tune Title: KNOXVILLE
Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hymnal: SH1835 #141 (1854) Lyrics:
1.
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes, heaven born band!
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause.
And when the storm of war is gone,
Enjoy the peace your valor won;
Let independence be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
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Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty.
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Languages: English Tune Title: HAIL, COLUMBIA
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Good morning, brother pilgrim
Hymnal: SH1835 #143 (1854) Meter: 7.6.8.7.7.6.7.6 Lyrics:
1.
Good morning, brother pilgrim,
What, bound for Canaan's coast?
March you toward Jerusalem,
To join the heavenly host?
Pray, wherefore are you smiling,
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heavenly place,
And reach that heavenly place;
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heavenly place.
2.
To Canaan's coast we'll hasten,
To join the heavenly throng,
Hark! from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrims' song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see him too,
We smile, and weep, and praise him,
We smile, and weep, and praise him;
And on our way pursue,
We smile, and weep, and praise him,
And on our way pursue.
3.
Though sinners do despise us,
And treat us with disdain,
Our former comrades slight us
Esteem us low and mean
No earthly joy shall charm us,
While marching on our way,
Our Jesus will defend us,
Our Jesus will defend us;
In the distressing day,
Our Jesus will defend us;
In the distressing day.
4.
The frowns of old companions,
We're willing to sustain,
And in divine compassion,
To pray for them again;
For Christ, our loving Savior,
Our Comforter and Friend,
Will bless us with his favor,
Will bless us with his favor;
And guide us to the end,
Will bless us with his favor,
And guide us to the end.
5.
With streams of consolation,
We're filled as with new wine,
We die to transient pleasures,
And live to things divine.
We sink in holy raptures
While viewing things above
Why glory to my Savior,
Why glory to my Savior;
My soul is full of love,
Why glory to my Savior,
My soul is full of love.
Languages: English Tune Title: SALUTATION
Good morning, brother pilgrim
O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing
Hymnal: SH1835 #144 (1854) Lyrics:
1.
O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing;
Let's hasten to the Sabbath school; O come, come away!
The Sabbath bells are ringing clear,
Their joyous peals salute my ear,
I love their voice to hear; O come, come away!
2.
My comrades invite to join their happy number,
And gladly will I meet them there; O come, come away!
How there we meet to sing and pray,
To read God's word on his glad day,
With joy let's haste away, O come, come away!
3.
While others may seek for vain and foolish pleasures,
The Sabbath school shall be my choice; O come, come away!
How dear the plaintive strain,
From youthful voices rise amain,
With sweetest tones again! O come, come away!
4.
'Tis there I may learn the ways of heavenly wisdom,
To guide my feeble steps on high; O come, come away!
The flowery paths of peace to tread,
Where rays of heavenly bliss are shed,
My wandering steps to lead: O come, come away!
5.
I there hear the voice in heavenly accents speaking,
"Let little children come to me; O come, come away!
Forbid them not their hearts to give,
Let them on me in youth believe,
And I will them receive:" O come, come away!
6.
With joy I accept the gracious invitation;
My heart exults with rapturous hope, O come, come away!
My deathless spirit, when I die,
Shall, on the wings of angels, fly
To mansions in the sky: O come, come away!
Languages: English Tune Title: O COME, COME AWAY
O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing
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