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Lord, what a feeble piece
Hymnal: SH1835 #154 (1854) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
Lord, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!
2.
Alas! 'twas brittle clay
That built our body first!
And every month and every day
'Tis mouldering back to dust.
3.
Our moments fly apace,
Our feeble powers decay;
Swift as a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.
4.
Yet if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight,
We'll spend them all in wisdom's ways,
And let them speed their flight.
5.
They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea:
Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore,
Of blest eternity.
Languages: English Tune Title: KAMBIA
Lord, what a feeble piece
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Hymnal: SH1835 #154b (1854) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2.
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints today;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3.
One day amid the place,
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
to everlasting bliss.
Languages: English Tune Title: LISBON
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen
Hymnal: SH1835 #155 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
1.
Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen,
Of modest air and brow serene,
'Tis thou inspires the poet's theme,
Wrapped in sweet vision's airy dream;
(Repeat previous line twice).
2.
Parent of virtue, muse of thought,
By thee are saints and patriots taught
Wisdom to thee her treasures owe,
And in thy lap fair science grow.
(Repeat previous line twice).
3.
Whate'er's in thee, refines and charms,
Excites to thought, to virtue warms;
Whate'er is perfect, firm and good,
We owe to thee, sweet solitude.
(Repeat previous line twice).
4.
With thee the charms of life shall last,
E'en when the rosy bloom is past;
When slowly pacing time shall spread
Thy silver blossoms o'er my head.
(Repeat previous line twice).
5.
No more with this vain world perplexed,
Thou shalt prepare me for the next
The spring of life shall gently cease,
And angels waft my soul to peace.
(Repeat previous line twice).
Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET SOLITUDE
Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen
Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends
Hymnal: SH1835 #156 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
1.
Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends,
Let nothing cause you to delay,
But hasten on the good old way
2.
Our conflicts here, though great they be,
Shall not prevent our victory,
If we but watch, and strive, and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way.
3.
O good old way, how sweet thou art!
May none of us from thee depart,
But may our actions always say,
We're marching on the good old way.
4.
Though Satan may his power employ,
Our peace and comfort to destroy,
Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
And triumph in the good old way.
5.
And when on Pisgah's top we stand,
And view by faith the promised land,
Then we may sing, and shout, and pray
And march along the good old way.
6.
Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend;
Remember glory's at the end;
Our God will wipe all tears away,
When we have run the good old way.
7.
Then far beyond this mortal shore,
We'll meet with those who're gone before
And him we'll praise in endless day,
Who brought us on the good old way.
O halle, hallelujah.
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And glory be to God on high;
And I'll sing hallelujah,
There's glory beaming from the sky.
Languages: English Tune Title: THE GOOD OLD WAY
Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends
How beauteous are their feet
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: SH1835 #157 (1854) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2.
How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Savior King;
He reigns and triumphs here.
Languages: English Tune Title: WORCESTER
How beauteous are their feet
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone
Hymnal: SH1835 #158 (1854) Meter: 12.12.12.12.8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
1.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.
2.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss,
I'll leave you here and travel on
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.
3.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, dear brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound with cords of love
But we believe his gracious word,
We all ere long shall meet above,
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.
4.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, ye blooming sons of God,
Sore conflicts yet remain for you;
But dauntless keep the heavenly road
Till Canaan's happy land you view
I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end, and troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell.
Languages: English Tune Title: PILGRIM'S FAREWELL
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone
My soul, be on thy guard
Hymnal: SH1835 #159 (1854) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2.
O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3.
Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down;
The arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast got the crown.
4.
Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his rest above.
Languages: English Tune Title: LUTHER
My soul, be on thy guard
Come, thou Almighty king
Hymnal: SH1835 #159b (1854) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Lyrics:
1.
Come, thou almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise!
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
2.
Come, thou Incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend;
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend!
3.
Come Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!
4.
To the great One and Three,
The highest praises be
Hence, evermore:
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore
Languages: English Tune Title: NEW HAVEN
Come, thou Almighty king
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee
Hymnal: SH1835 #160 (1854) Meter: 13.12.11 Lyrics:
1.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee;
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Savior has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom,
(Repeat previous line).
Languages: English Tune Title: HYMN
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee
O, if my soul was form'd for wo
Hymnal: SH1835 #161 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
1.
O, if my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.
'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on that cursed tree,
(Repeat previous line),
And groaned away his dying life,
(Repeat previous line),
For thee, my soul, for thee,
(Repeat previous line).
Languages: English Tune Title: REPENTANCE
O, if my soul was form'd for wo
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