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Desponding Soul, O Cease Thy Woe

Author: Thomas U. Walter Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8679 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Desponding soul, O cease thy woe; Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go, In faith’s appointed way; Let not thy unbelieving fears Still hold thee back—thy Savior hears— From Him no longer stay. 2 No works of thine can e’er impart A balm to heal thy wounded heart, Or solid comfort give; Turn, then, to Him who freely gave His precious blood thy soul to save; E’en now He bids thee live. 3 Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly! His power and love are ever nigh To those who seek His face; Thy deepest guilt on Him was laid, He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid; O, haste to share His grace. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Prophetic Era! Blissful Day!

Author: Edward Steane Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8850 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Prophetic era! blissful day! We catch thy warm, inspiring ray, Which gleams o’er India’s plains; We hail the dawn of morning light That breaks upon the gloomy night, Where superstition reigns. 2 We hasten thy advance to meet; With vivid joy the sign we greet, That brightens in the sky— The peaceful sign of heavenly love, Which like the holy mystic dove, Declares Messiah nigh. 3 Behold! He comes in triumph now; Before Him see the mountains bow, And all the valleys rise; He comes with majesty and grace, To sanctify the human race, And raise them to the skies. 4 We’ll aid Thy triumphs, mighty King! The glories of Thy cross we’ll sing, And shout salvation round; Till every nation, every land, From Greenland’s shore to Afric’s strand Shall echo back the sound. 5 Let earth commence the lofty praise; Let Heaven prolong th’enraptured lays, Swell every tuneful lyre; Bright seraphs! chant th’immortal song, And pour the bounding notes along, From Heaven’s eternal choir. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

The Lord Into His Garden Came

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9239 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Lord into His garden came The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and thrive: Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine, And make the dead revive. 2 O that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become. The desert blossom as the rose, When Jesus conquers all His foes, And makes His people one. 3 The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun; My soul a witness is, I taste and see the pardon free, For all mankind, as well as me, Who comes to Christ may live. 4 The worst of sinners here may find A Savior pitiful and kind: Who will them all receive. None are too late who will repent; Out of one sinner legions went, The Lord did him relieve. 5 Come brethren, you that love the Lord, And taste the sweetness of His word; In Jesu’s way go on, Our troubles and our trials here, Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. 6 I feel that Heaven is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne; From Jesu’s throne on high It comes like floods, we can’t contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again; And yet we still are dry. 7 But when we come to reign above, And all surround a throne of love, We’ll drink a full supply. Jesus will lead His armies through, To living fountains where they flow, That never will run dry. 8 ’Tis there we’ll reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring; When all the saints get home. Come on, come on! my brethren dear, Soon we shall meet together there: For Jesus bids us come. 9 Amen! amen! my soul replies, I’m bound to meet you in the skies, And claim my mansions sure. Now here’s my heart, and here’s my hand, To meet you in the heavenly land, Where we shall part no more. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Methinks I Stand Upon The Rock

Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9812 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Methinks I stand upon the rock Where Balaam stood, and wondering look Upon the scene below: The tents of Jacob goodly seem, The people happy I esteem, Whom God has favored so. 2 The sons of Israel stand alone, Jehovah claims them for His own, His cause and theirs the same: He saved them from the tyrant’s hand, Allots to them a pleasant land, And calls them by His name. 3 Their toils have almost reached a close, And soon in peace they shall repose Within the promised land: E’en now its rising hills are seen, Enriched with everlasting green, Where Israel soon shall stand. 4 O Israel, who is like to thee? A people saved, and called to be Peculiar to the Lord! Thy shield! He guards thee from the foe; Thy sword! He fights thy battles, too; Himself thy great reward! 5 Fear not, though many should oppose, For God is stronger than thy foes, And makes thy cause His own: The promised land before thee lies, Go up, and take the glorious prize Reserved for thee alone. 6 In glory there the King appears; He wipes away His people’s tears, And makes their sorrows cease: From toil and strife they there repose, And dwell secure from all their foes, In everlasting peace. 7 Fair emblem of a better rest, Of which believers are possessed, Beyond material space! Methinks I see the distant shore, Where sin and sorrow are no more; And long to reach the place. 8 Nor shall I always absent be From Him my soul desires to see, Within the realms of light; Ere long my Lord will rend the veil, And not a cloud shall then conceal His glory from my sight. 9 Sweet hope! it makes the coward brave; It makes a freeman of the slave, And bids the sluggard rise; It lifts a worm of earth on high, It gives him wings, and makes him fly To worlds beyond the skies. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Eternal Mind, Who Rules The Fates

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11077 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Eternal mind, who rules the fates Of dying realms and rising states, With one unchanged decree, While we admire Thy vast affairs, Say, can our little trifling cares Afford a smile to Thee? 2 Thou scatter honors, crowns, and gold; We fly to seize, and fight to hold The bubbles and the oar: So emmets struggle for a grain; So boys their petty wars maintain For shells upon the shore. 3 Here a vain man his scepter breaks, The next a broken scepter takes, And warriors win and lose; This rolling world will never stand Plundered and snatched from hand to hand, As power decays or grows. 4 Earth’s but an atom: greedy swords Carve it amongst a thousand lords, And yet they can’t agree; Let greedy swords still fight and slay, I can be poor; but Lord, I pray To sit and smile with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Lord, Thou Hast Won

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11149 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield, My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to Thee; Against Thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against Thy love? Love conquers even me. 2 All that a wretch could do, I tried, Thy patience scorned, Thy power defied, And trampled on Thy laws; Scarcely Thy martyrs at the stake, Could stand more steadfast for Thy sake, Than I in Satan’s cause. 3 But since Thou hast Thy love revealed, And shown my soul a pardon sealed, I can resist no more: Couldst Thou for such a sinner bleed? Canst Thou for such a rebel plead? I wonder and adore! 4 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been: But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Savior I have viewed, And now, I hate my sin. 5 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, Come take possession of Thine own, For Thou hast set me free; Released from Satan’s hard command, See all my powers waiting stand, To be employed by Thee. 6 My will conformed to Thine would move, On Thee my hope, desire, and love, In fixed attention join; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Satan’s servants been too long, But now they shall be Thine. 7 And can I be the very same, Who lately durst blaspheme Thy name, And on Thy Gospel tread? Surely each one, who hears my case, Will praise Thee, and confess Thy grace Invincible indeed! Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Jesus, To Me The Joy Impart

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11688 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, to me the joy impart, Which fills a faithful pastor’s heart While I my children see Walk as the heirs to joys above, Walk in the truth of holy love, And genuine piety. 2 Then would I cheerfully resign My soul into the hands divine And sing, at my release, "Now lettest Thou Thy servant, Lord, Depart, according to Thy Word, In everlasting peace." Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

O Thou, Who Plead'st The Widow's Cause

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11875 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause Lyrics: 1 O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause, Who only canst repair my loss, And sweeten all my woe, Distressed, disconsolate, forlorn, Let me in Thy dear bosom mourn, Nor other comfort know. 2 A desolate soul, Thou know’st, I am; For Thou hast called me by my name, Thy poor afflicted one, Hast in the fiery furnace tried, And chose a mourner for Thy bride, When all my joys were gone. 3 The soul whom more than life I loved, Thy jealous mercy hath removed, To make me wholly Thine: With streaming eyes the Hand I see, And bow me to the just decree, And bless the love Divine. 4 Still would I pour my mournful tears, And all my solemn days, or years, In sacred sadness spend; Instant in strong effectual prayers, Till death release me from my cares, And faith in vision end. 5 For this I in Thy Spirit groan, Forsaken, comfortless, alone I would with God abide; Cut off from man, to Jesus cleave, And never for a moment leave My heav’nly Bridegroom’s side. 6 Allow, dear Lord, the widow’s plea, And oh! shut up my soul with Thee, Against the nuptial feast; Make ready for that glorious day, And then Thy spotless bride convey To Thine eternal rest. Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

Peace And Good Will

Author: Harriet M. Kimball Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13211 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Lyrics: 1 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" Year after year with sweet increase The heav’nly carol swells: The holy tale of Jesu’s birth In ever widening circles earth With tongues unnumbered tells. 2 Once more the vision glorified Appears with blessèd Christmastide— The virgin full of grace; And in her arms the Child divine, The God-Man born of David’s line, New head of Adam’s race. 3 The very nature that we wear, His Godhead veiled, He stoops to share In great humility; And angel legions round Him close And Heav’n with boundless praise o’erflows That such a love could be. 4 But neither round His infant brow The crown of thorns (pre-woven now) Created eyes behold; Nor in those infant arms that reach In mute appeal, in lieu of speech, The cross those arms infold. 5 Yet crown of thorns and holy rood (The tree of life, the mystic wood), His spotless sacrifice, His anguish and His triumph, all Are shadowed here in Bethlehem’s stall Though hidden from our eyes. 6 Here, too, begins His wondrous reign; Confessors, martyrs, lead His train Of humble souls and pure; Not of this world His kingdom is; All others fade away, but His Forever shall endure. 7 His sword is truth, His armor love; His Spirit as a tender dove Broods o’er this troubled life; He pities, pardons, strengthens, feeds; He binds the breaking heart that bleeds; To peace transformeth strife. 8 Where’er the Marah waters spring Of want or wrong or suffering And men of Him entreat, His cross all crimsoned with His blood He casts into the bitter flood And makes those waters sweet. 9 "Peace and good will, good will and peace!" What wonder that with glad increase The heav’nly carol swells; And on the story of His birth In ever widening circles earth With wondering rapture dwells! Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH

And Must Thou Perish In Thy Blood?

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14666 Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: And must thou perish in thy blood Lyrics: 1 And must thou perish in thy blood, A wretched soul that knows not God, A child of Satan thou! Thy foes, and fears, and sins prevail; Arrested by the pains of hell, Where is thy refuge now? 2 Caught in the coils of death thou art, All unrenewed and foul thy heart, And filled with guilty fear: See there! the king of fears is come! Prepare to meet thine instant doom, Before thy God appear. 3 Vain are thy tears and late remorse; The tyrant sits on his pale horse, Devourer of mankind; Attended by a ghastly train, Sorrow, astonishment, and pain, And Hell comes close behind. 4 Ready to pierce thy trembling heart, The grisly terror shakes his dart, And Hell expects its prey! Ready a troop of devils stands To take thee from the monster’s hands, And hurry thee away. 5 What hope, or help remains for thee? Poor desperate soul, and can it be That thou shouldst mercy find? Ask Him, who spilt His precious blood, To buy, and bring thee back to God, To ransom all mankind. 6 Call, on the name of Jesus call, Ask if He did not die for all, That all might turn and live? Call on Him in this latest hour; Hell is not readier to devour, Than Jesus to forgive. 7 Sufficient is His grace for thee; Straitened for time He cannot be; Thy dying groan He hears; Jesus is mighty to redeem; A day, a moment’s space with Him Is as a thousand years. 8 Call on Him, and He yet shall save: “Redeem my spirit from the grave, The gulf that yawns beneath; Jesu, reverse my fearful doom, O snatch me from the wrath to come, The everlasting death. 9 “Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart; One drop, if Thou the grace impart, Removes my guilty load, From every spot of sin set free; Speak all-atoning blood for me, Cry in the ears of God! 10 Father, if now Thou hear’st it cry, Now let it in my heart reply, And show my sins forgiv’n; Thou canst—Thou dost—this moment save: ’Tis finished! I my passport have— Lead on, lead on to Heav’n! Languages: English Tune Title: MERIBAH