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Salvation by grace

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CXI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, we confess our num'rous faults Lyrics: 1 [Lord, we confess our num'rous faults, How great our guilt has been; Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives are sin sin. 2 But O my soul, for ever praise, For ever love his name; Who turns your feet from dang'rous ways Of folly, sin, and shame.] 3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are sav'd by sov'reign grace Abounding through his Son.] 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood, Our souls are wash'd from sin. 5 'Tis through the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breath On such dry bones as we. 6 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew; And, justify'd by grace, We shall appear in glory, too, And see our Father's face. Scripture: Titus 3:3-7 Languages: English

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

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.XVI (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

The pilgrimage of the saints: or, earth and heaven

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.LIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, what a wretched land is this Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply. No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy? 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the grounds, And mortal poisons grow; And all the rivers that are found, With dang'rous waters flow. 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode Lies thro' this horrid land: Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at thy command. 4 [Our souls shall tread the desert thro' With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue The terrors that we meet.] 5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.] 6 [Long nights and darkness dwell below With scarce a twinkling ray; But the bright world to which we go Is everlasting day.] 7 [By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road, Thro' dismal deeps and dang'rous snares, We make our way to God.] 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward still; Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. 9 [See the kind angels at the gates, Inviting us to come; There Jesus the fore-runner waits, To welcome trav'llers home!] 10 There, on a green, and flow'ry mount, Our weary souls shall sit, And with transporting joys recount The labours of our feet. 11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, Nor trifles vex our ear; Infinite grace shall be our song, And God rejoice to hear.] 12 Eternal glories to the king That brought us safely thro', Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew. Languages: English

Longing to praise Christ better

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.V (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll Lyrics: 1 Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul, And read my Makers broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by thy cross; 2 When I behold death, hell, and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine; And see the Man that groan'd and dy'd, Sit glorious by his Father's side; 3 My passions rise and soar above, I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love; Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains; And, in such humble notes as these Must fall below thy victories. 5 Well the kind minute must appear When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay; and mount on high, To join the songs above the sky. Languages: English

The vanity of creatures; or, no rest on earth

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.CXLVI (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

A living and a dead faith

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CXL (1793) First Line: Mistaken souls that dream of heav'n Lyrics: 1 Mistaken souls that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living pow'r unites To Christ, the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power; This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. 5 [Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace; A pard'ning God is jealous still For his own holiness. 6 When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our natures clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin. 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God; Jesus, and his salvation, came By water and by blood.] Languages: English

The example of Christ

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.CXXXIX (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: My dear Redeemer and my Lord! Lyrics: 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord! I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such def'rence to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here: Then God the judge shall own my name Amongst the follow'rs of the Lamb. Languages: English

Complaining of Spiritual sloth

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.XXV (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? Lyrics: 1 My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? Awake my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 The little ants for one poor grain Labour, and tug, and strive; Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, How negligent we live! 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above: 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labor'd for our good, How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts! Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, And sit and warm our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move, Upwards our souls shall rise; With hands of faith and wings of love We'll fly and take the prize. Languages: English

A song for morning or evening

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.LXXXI (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: My God, how endless is thy love! Lyrics: 1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spreadest the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Scripture: Lamentations 3:23 Languages: English

God all, and in all

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.XCIII (1793) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My God, my life my love Lyrics: 1 My God, my life my love; To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis Paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.] 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.] 4 [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] 5 [Not all the harps above Can make a heav'nly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] 6 Nor earth nor all the sky, Can one delight afford; No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of Love Where all my pleasures roll: The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul. 8 [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher.] Scripture: Psalm 73:25 Languages: English