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O Lord, My Hope And Confidence

Hymnal: CYBER #16266 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Lord, my hope and con­fi­dence Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my hope and con­fi­dence Is placed in Thee alone; O let Thy ser­vant ne­ver be Into con­fu­sion thrown. 2 And let me, in Thy right­eous­ness, From Thee de­liv­er­ance have; Let me es­cape—in­cline Thine ear Unto me, and me save. 3 Be Thou my dwell­ing-rock, to which I ev­er may resort: Thou gav’st com­mand­ment me to save, Thou art my rock and fort. 4 Free me, my God, from wick­ed hands, Hands cru­el and un­just: For Thou, O Lord God, art my hope, And from my youth my trust. 5 Thou from the womb didst hold me up; Thou art the same that me Out of my mother’s bow­els took; I give my praise to Thee. 6 To many I a won­der am; Thou art my re­fuge strong: Filled let my mouth be with Thy praise And hon­or all day long. 7 O do not cast me off, when aged, And frail for all to see; Lord, when my strength de­cay­èd is, O, do not for­sake me. 8 For those that are mine ene­mies Against me speak with hate; Lo, they in coun­sel dark do plot And for my soul lay wait. 9 They said, "God leaves him—now pur­sue And take: none will him save." Be Thou not far from me, my God: Thy speedy help I crave. 10 Confound, con­sume them, that un­to My soul are ene­mies: Clothe them with guilt, remorse and shame That do my hurt de­vise. 11 But I with e’er un­ceas­ing prayer Will hope con­tin­ual­ly; And yet with prais­es more and more I will Thee mag­ni­fy. 12 Thy jus­tice and Thy pow­er to save My mouth abroad shall show, E’en all the day; for I there­of The num­bers do not know. 13 And I will cons­tant­ly go on In strength of God the Lord; And Thine own righteous­ness, e’en Thine Alone, I will re­cord. 14 For ev­en from my youth, O God, By Thee I have been taught; And hi­ther­to I have de­clared The won­ders Thou hast wrought. 15 Now, Lord, O leave me not, when I Old and gray-head­ed grow: Till to this age Thy strength and pow­er To all to come I show. 16 And Thy most per­fect righ­teous­ness O Lord, is ve­ry high, Who hast so great things done: O God, Who is like un­to Thee? 17 Thou, Lord, who great ad­ver­si­ties, And sore, to me didst show, Shalt quick­en, and bring me again From depths of earth be­low. 18 My great­ness and my power Thou wilt Increase, and far ex­tend: On ev­ery side, against all grief, Thou wilt me com­fort send. 19 Thee, e’en Thy truth, I’ll al­so praise, My God, with psal­te­ry: Thou Ho­ly One of Is­ra­el, With harp I’ll sing to Thee. 20 My lips shall much re­joice in Thee, When I Thy prais­es sound; My soul, which Thou re­deemèd hast, In joy shall much abound. 21 My tongue Thy jus­tice shall pro­claim, Continuing all day long; For they con­found­ed are, and shamed, That seek to do me wrong. Languages: English Tune Title: MARLOW
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Great Leader Of Thine Israel's Host

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: CYBER #16267 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great Lead­er of Thine Is­ra­el’s host Lyrics: 1 Great Lead­er of Thine Is­ra­el’s host, We shout Thy con­quer­ing name; Legions of foes be­set Thee round, And le­gions fled with shame. 2 A vic­to­ry glo­ri­ous and com­plete Thou by Thy death didst gain; So in Thy cause may we con­tend, And death it­self sus­tain. 3 By our il­lus­tri­ous gen­er­al sired, We no ex­tremes would fear; Prepared to strug­gle and to bleed, If Thou, our Lord, be near. 4 We’ll trace the foot­steps Thou hast drawn To tri­umph and re­nown; Nor shun Thy com­bat and Thy cross, May we but share Thy crown. Languages: English Tune Title: ELIM
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God Is Our Fortress And Our Rock

Author: Martin Luther; Michael A. Perry Hymnal: CYBER #16268 First Line: God is our fort­ress and our rock Lyrics: 1 God is our fort­ress and our rock, Our migh­ty help in dan­ger; He shields us from the bat­tle’s shock And thwarts the de­vil’s an­ger; For still the prince of night Prolongs ev­il’s fight; He uses all skill To work his wick­ed will; No earth­ly force is like him. 2 Our hope is fixed on Christ alone, The Man of God’s own choos­ing; Without him no­thing can be won And fight­ing must be los­ing; So let the pow­ers ac­cursed Come try do their worst; Christ Je­sus shall ride To bat­tle at our side, And he shall have the vic­to­ry. 3 The word of God will not be slow While de­mon hordes sur­round us, Though ev­il strike its cru­el­est blow And death and hell con­found us: For though we meet dis­tress, Lose all we pos­sess; Those plan­ning our ill May rav­age, wreck, or kill; God’s king­dom is im­mor­tal! Languages: English Tune Title: EIN' FEST BURG
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Thou Only Couldst, Great Three In One

Author: James Holme Hymnal: CYBER #16269 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Thou on­ly couldst, great Three in One Lyrics: 1 Thou on­ly couldst, great Three in One, Salvation’s scheme con­trive, Reveal a Sav­ior to atone And bid dead souls re­vive. 2 ’Tis Thine alone, O God of Love, With our hard hearts to strive. Make dark­ness from the mind re­move, And light and hope re­vive. 3 Be this, O Lord, a quick­en­ing hour, Hell of its prey de­prive, Convert us by Thy so­ve­reign pow­er, And Thy own work re­vive. 4 When plea­sure’s wiles, or earth-born fear Our souls to sin would drive, Let Thy own light of truth ap­pear And our weak faith re­vive. 5 O Lord, the pow­ers of death de­stroy That with our sins con­nive; Fill us with soul-ex­alt­ing joy, And Heav’n-born peace re­vive. 6 Jesus, our bro­ther and high priest, Is ev­er­more alive. By Him from guilt and and grief re­leased May we thro’ grace re­vive. 7 From strength to strength may we pro­ceed, Till all in Heav’n ar­rive; And from each earth­ly tram­mel freed Like Thy own self re­vive. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
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One Sepulcher, One Little Spot

Author: James Holme Hymnal: CYBER #16270 Meter: 8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 One sepulcher, one little spot, The pilgrim meek did buy; Other domain he seeketh not, Enough for him that hallowed lot Wherein his dead may lie. 2 Yet faith inscribes a precious name Upon that lonely tomb, Which shall to endless years proclaim How hope pursues its truthful aim, And looks for things to come. 3 Machpelah must again unfold, And its loved dead restore; The grave may not for ever hold The ashes in its bosom rolled; They sleep to wake once more. 4 The promise was not said in vain, This land is all thine own; Machpelah’s dead shall rise again To share Messiah’s glorious reign, And wear th’unfading crown. 5 How blest to live, to die, in faith, And with exulting joy To feel with life’s last ebbing breath How sweet, how precious is the death Which wafts the soul on high. Languages: English Tune Title: REST
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Let Unbelievers, Void Of Grace

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #16271 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Let un­be­liev­ers, void of grace Lyrics: 1 Let un­be­liev­ers, void of grace, Tremble at death’s alarms; Fearless we meet its cold em­brace, With Je­sus in our arms. 2 What tho’ the ene­my should spread His ter­rors all abroad; Shall that the ob­ject be of dread, Which brings us home to God. 3 Dismissed from clay, the spir­it flies, And near its Sav­ior shines; The lep­rous house de­mol­ished lies, And dust our dust re­fines. 4 Death, death is yours, ye saints pro­claim The tri­umphs of your Lord; Jesus! oh may the sac­red name, Be loved, re­vered, ad­ored! Languages: English Tune Title: ALLEYNE
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With Solemn Joy We Come

Author: Ernest E. Ryden Hymnal: CYBER #16272 First Line: With so­lemn joy we come, dear Lord Lyrics: 1 With so­lemn joy we come, dear Lord, To make our vows this day; We find in Thee our hope, our life, Thou art the liv­ing way. 2 In child­hood’s pure and bless­èd morn Thy gift was shed from Heav’n, When at the sac­red font of life Our souls to Thee were giv’n. 3 And through the years Thy won­drous grace Has fol­lowed all the way; Thy love has ne­ver let us go, Though we are prone to stray. 4 Forgive, dear Lord, each fault and stain, And cleanse our hearts from sin; Help us to walk in hu­mble faith, And keep us pure with­in. 5 O bless­èd Sav­ior, Thine we are, Thy name we would con­fess; Thy Spirit pour in­to our hearts, Our youth­ful lives to bless. 6 O keep us faith­ful, keep us true, And seal us for Thine own, That we may stand at last with joy Before Thy great white throne. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER
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Death Is No Dreadful Sound

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #16273 Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Death is no dread­ful sound Lyrics: 1 Death is no dread­ful sound, To souls who love their God; With joy they leave this thor­ny ground, And seek a new abode. 2 Behold the dawn­ing day, The saint ex­tends his wings; With ra­pid flight he soars away, And as he goes, he sings. 3 “Farewell, ye kin­dred worms, That feed on dust be­low; I yon­der see ce­les­ti­al forms, And haste to join them too. 4 "Farewell, de­ceit­ful earth, No long­er boast thy charms; In Christ I view su­per­ior worth, And rush in­to His arms." 5 Let sin­ners, void of grace, Fear their ap­proach­ing end; Jesus gives death an an­gel’s face, And makes the foe a friend. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENWOOD
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"I Come," The Savior Cries

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #16274 Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: "I come," the Sav­ior cries Lyrics: 1 "I come," the Sav­ior cries, Ye long­ing souls, I come; Then gent­ly through the yield­ing skies, He bears His child­ren home. 2 Long has th’as­pir­ing saint Stood wait­ing for the call, And joy­ful now with­out a plaint, Can leave this emp­ty ball. 3 His cheer­ful look be­speaks, A soul pre­pared to die; Through all its bonds the spir­it breaks, Nor gives a part­ing sigh. 4 Of God and Heav’n pos­sessed, He now for­gets his cares; Nor sor­row more dis­turbs his rest, Nor sin re­vives his fears. 5 But care­less sin­ners, who In slum­bers spend their days, Shall pass through scenes of va­ri­ous woe, In one eter­nal maze. Languages: English Tune Title: RHIW
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Jesus, Descend With Glory Crowned

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: CYBER #16275 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Jesus, des­cend with glo­ry crowned Lyrics: 1 Jesus, des­cend with glo­ry crowned, Make bare Thy migh­ty arm; Let the arc­han­gel’s trum­pet sound The dread and loud alarm. 2 Let the re­bel­lious race ap­pear Before Thine aw­ful seat, There the de­ci­sive sen­tence hear, Thy just dis­plea­sure meet. 3 See the whole globe of earth on fire, And towns and for­ests blaze, While those who made them their desire, Are filled with wild am­aze. 4 Let sin­ners now to mount­ains pray, To rocks for shel­ter fly; Mountains will shake as well as they, The rocks in frag­ments lie. 5 But saints the scene with calm­ness view, Now their re­demp­tion’s near; Their Judge is their Re­deem­er too, Whose love for­bids their fear. Languages: English Tune Title: DIBDIN

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