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And Art Thou, Gracious Master, Gone?
Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11266 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: And art Thou, gracious Master, gone Lyrics: 1 And art Thou, gracious Master, gone,
A mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold Thee on the throne,
And there for ever sit with Thee?
Then let the world approve or blame,
I’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.
2 Should I to gain the world’s applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,
And make Thy people’s lot my own:
What shame would fill me in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display!
3 And what is man, or what his smile?
The terror of his anger, what?
Like grass he flourishes a while,
But soon his place shall know him not.
Thro’ fear of such a one shall I
The Lord of Heav’n and earth deny?
4 No! let the world cast out my name,
And vile account me if they will;
If to confess the Lord be shame,
I purpose to be viler still.
For Thee, my God, I all resign,
Content if I can call Thee mine.
5 What transport then shall fill my heart,
When Thou my worthless name wilt own;
When I shall see Thee as Thou art,
And know as I myself am known!
From sin and fear and sorrow free,
My soul shall find its rest in Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: PERTH
And Art Thou, Gracious Master, Gone?
Fain Would I, Lord, The Word Receive
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11269 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Fain would I, Lord, the word receive
Which Thou didst to Thy followers give;
Would suffer in Thy righteous cause,
Daily take up Thy welcome cross;
Thy sorrow and reproach sustain,
And crucified with Thee remain.
2 Then shall the word on me take place,
The promise of preserving grace;
If still I in the body stay,
To see Thy great vindictive day,
When earth is by Thy fire devoured,
And all Thy wrath on sinners poured.
3 Whoe’er the patient word retain,
And to that dreadful day remain,
Thy faithful love shall them conceal,
While all the world Thy judgments feel,
And Thy last plagues to sinners cry
"Repent, or now—forever die!" Languages: English Tune Title: BARBUDA
Fain Would I, Lord, The Word Receive
O God The Great
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11447 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: O God the great, the fearful God Lyrics: 1 O God the great, the fearful God,
To Thee we humbly sue for peace,
Groaning beneath a nation’s load,
And crushed by our own wickedness
Our guilt we tremble to declare,
And pour out our sad souls in prayer.
2 Thee we revere, the faithful Lord,
Keeping the covenant of Thy grace,
True to Thine everlasting Word,
Loving to all who seek Thy face,
And keep Thy kind commands, and prove
Their faith by their obedient love.
3 But we have only evil wrought,
Have done to our good God despite,
Rebellious with our Maker fought,
And sinned against the Gospel light,
Departed from His righteous ways,
And fallen, fallen from His grace.
4 We have not hearkened to the Word
Thy prophets and apostles spoke;
In them we disobeyed their Lord:
Our princes have cast off the yoke,
Our kings Thy sovereign will withstood,
Our fathers have denied their God.
5 The rich, and poor, the high, and low,
Have trampled on Thy mild command;
The floods of wickedness o’erflow,
And deluge all our guilty land,
People and priest lie drowned in sin,
And Tophet yawns to take us in.
6 Righteousness, Lord, belongs to Thee,
But guilt to us, and foul disgrace,
Confusion, shame, and misery
Is due to all our faithless race,
Scattered by sin where’er we rove,
Vile rebels ’gainst Thy pardoning love.
7 Confusion, misery, and shame
Our loudly-crying sins require,
Our princes, kings, and fathers claim
Their portion in eternal fire,
For all the downward path have trod,
For all have sinned against their God.
8 But O, forgivenesses are Thine
Far above all our hearts conceive,
The glorious property divine
Is still to pity and forgive,
With Thee is full redemption found,
And grace doth more than sin abound.
9 All may in Thee our gracious Lord
Forgivenesses and mercies find,
Though we Thy warnings have abhorred,
And cast Thy precepts all behind,
The voice divine refused t’obey,
And started from Thy plainest way.
10 All Israel have transgressed Thy law,
And therefore did the curse take place,
Our sins did all Thy judgments draw
In showers on our devoted race,
Thou hast fulfilled Thy threatening Word,
We bear the fury of the Lord.
11 Justly we all Thine anger bear,
Chastised for our iniquity,
Yet made we not our humble prayer,
Yet have we not returned to Thee,
Renounced our sins, or longed to prove
The truth of Thy forgiving love.
12 Therefore the Lord, the jealous God
Hath watched to bring the evil days,
Bruised us with His avenging rod,
Who would not His still voice obey,
Righteous is God in all His ways:
We forced Him to withdraw His grace.
13 Yet now, O Lord our God, at last
Our sins and wickedness we own;
We call to mind Thy mercies past,
The ancient days of Thy renown,
The wonders Thou for us hast wrought,
The arm that out of Egypt brought.
14 O Lord, according to Thy love,
Thy utmost power of love, we pray
Thine anger and Thy plague remove;
Turn from Jerusalem away
The curse and punishment we feel,
Thou know’st we are Thy people still.
15 The holy mountain of our God,
The city Thou hast built below,
Thy people, though dispersed abroad,
A proverb of reproach and woe,
We have our fathers’ sins filled up,
And drunk the bitter trembling cup.
16 Now then acknowledge us for Thine,
Regard Thine humbled servant’s prayer,
And cause on us Thy face to shine,
The ruins of Thy Church repair,
O for the sake of Christ the Lord,
Let all our souls be now restored.
17 My God, incline Thine ear, and hear,
Open Thine eyes our wastes to see,
Thy fallen desolate Sion cheer,
The city which is named by Thee;
Not for our cry the grace be shown,
But hear, in Jesus hear Thine own.
18 All our desert, we own, is hell,
But spare us for Thy mercy sake,
We humbly to Thy grace appeal,
And Jesus’ wounds our refuge make,
O let us all Thy mercy prove,
The riches of Thy pardoning love.
19 O Lord, attend, O Lord forgive,
O Lord, regard our prayer, and do,
Hasten, my God, and bid us live,
The fullness of Thy mercy show,
Thy city, and Thy people own,
And perfect all our souls in one. Languages: English Tune Title: LEST WE FORGET
O God The Great
Honor And Praise, O Christ, Receive
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11462 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Honor and praise, O Christ, receive.
Through whom Thy saving name we know,
Thou gav’st us freely to believe,
And dost a second grace bestow;
Call us to bear the hallowed cross,
And suffer, for Thy glorious cause.
2 Because from sin we turn away,
And will not from Thy paths depart,
Lo! we have made ourselves a prey:
Spoiled of our goods with cheerful heart.
We here our little all restore,
And would, but cannot part with more.
3 Far better goods we have above,
And substance more enduring far,
The earnest in our hearts we prove,
And taste the joys that wait us there;
Riches of grace, so freely given,
And Christ in us, and Christ in Heaven.
4 Our heavenly wealth shall never fail,
Our fund of everlasting bliss,
Thieves do not there break through and steal,
Nor Belial’s sons by violence seize,
They cannot spoil our goods above,
Or rob us of our Savior’s love.
5 In Him we have immortal food,
Clothing that always shall endure,
A permanent and fixed abode,
A heavenly house that standeth sure,
Who here are destitute of bread,
And want a place to lay our head.
6 Spoiler, take all! We will not grieve,
We will not of our loss complain:
Of freedom and of life bereave,
Our better lot shall still remain,
Enough for us the part divine,
The good, which never can be thine. Languages: English Tune Title: MACEDON
Honor And Praise, O Christ, Receive
Thou Awful God, Whose Righteous Ire
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11481 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thou awful God, whose righteous ire
In Sion as a furnace burns;
Fit fuel of eternal fire,
A face that all Thy mercy scorns;
Behold us where in death we lie,
Nor let our souls for ever die.
2 All we like sheep have gone astray,
Have turned to our own wickedness,
Rushed headlong down the spacious way;
But O! how few their sins confess,
Their foul apostasy bemoan,
Or tremble as the wrath comes down.
3 Yet hast Thou left Thyself a seed,
A remnant of peculiar grace,
A little flock who mourn and plead,
And wrestle for the faithless race,
That will not hear Thy threatening rod,
Or turn, and find a pardoning God.
4 Touched from above with fear divine,
We would the weeping few increase,
Our broken hearts and voices join,
And wail our nation’s wickedness,
In deepest groans our crimes declare,
In all the agony of prayer.
5 Alas for us, to evil sold,
A seed of lips and hearts unclean,
In vice beyond example bold,
Sunk in the dregs of time and sin,
Laden with all iniquity,
As Satan contrary to Thee!
6 Yet for the righteous remnant’s sake
Our death-devoted Sodom spare,
And call the storms of vengeance back—
Or if Thou canst no more forbear,
Thyself resume our wretched breath,
But save us from eternal death. Languages: English Tune Title: MELITA
Thou Awful God, Whose Righteous Ire
Blow Ye The Trump, In Sion Blow
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11483 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Blow ye the trump, in Sion blow,
That all may hear and understand,
Their time of visitation know,
Sound an alarm throughout My land;
Let all the people quake for fear,
The day, the evil day is near.
2 A day of gloominess and dread,
A day of clouds and sore affright,
As mists upon the mountains spread,
Dark as the deepest noon of night;
A day where only meteors shine,
A day of righteous wrath divine.
3 Destruction from the Lord is come,
The terrible almighty Lord,
To seal a guilty nation’s doom:
Lo! He hath bared th’avenging sword,
And sent His hostile armies forth
To plague, and waste, and shake the earth.
4 Lo! At His Word th’embattled powers
Marching in dread array appear!
A fire before their face devours,
A flame is kindled by their rear,
Plague, famine, fire and sword are joined,
And ghastly ruin stalks behind.
5 Before their face an Eden blooms,
But where the grounded staff hath passed,
Their breath the paradise consumes,
And lays the pleasant landscape waste;
No more the seat of joy and peace,
But one great dreary wilderness.
6 As horsemen harnessed for the fight,
They rush impetuous from afar,
Borne headlong with resistless might,
Loud-rattling as the rolling car,
Light o’er the mountain tops they bound,
The vales with clanging arms resound.
7 As fire on crackling stubble feeds,
And wins its desolated way,
The mighty host destruction spreads,
Wide wasting, and devours its prey,
With noise confused, and shoutings loud,
And groans, and garments rolled in blood.
8 Where'er they turn, the people fail,
Pained and astonished at the sight,
Their face o’erspread with deadly pale,
Their heart o’erwhelmed with huge affright,
Helpless to stand the invader’s force,
Or stop their all victorious course.
9 Nothing against their might shall stand,
While firmly ranked in close array
And marshaled by divine command;
Secure they urge their rapid way,
Or rise when fallen on the sword,
Unwounded champions of the Lord.
10 Swift to the slaughter and the spoil
The fierce, invulnerable powers
Shall run, shall fly; their foemen foil,
And scale the walls, and mount the towers:
The earth beneath their rage shall quake,
The battlements of Heaven shall shake.
11 The sun no more shall rule the day,
But set eclipsed in sudden night;
The moon shall lose her paler ray,
The stars withdraw their glimmering light;
The higher powers shall disappear,
When God, the glorious King, is near.
12 Before His dreadful camp the Lord
Shall utter His majestic voice;
For He is strong, and keeps His Word,
And all His vengeful power employs
Against the world in that great day,
When Heav’n and earth shall flee away. Languages: English Tune Title: VERNON
Blow Ye The Trump, In Sion Blow
Wherefore He Now In Mercy Cries
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11484 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Wherefore He now in mercy cries,
"With all your heart, ye sinners turn,
To Me, before My wrath arise,
To Me confess your sins and mourn;
Chasten your souls with fast severe,
And tremble at My judgments near."
2 Your hearts, and not your garments rent,
And turn unto the Lord your God,
For He is kind, on mercy bent,
Gracious to those that hear His rod,
To anger slow, and loath to chide,
But swift to lay His bolt aside.
3 Who knows but He may now return,
Repent and from His wrath forbear,
Grieved at the heart for them that mourn,
And vanquished by their humble prayer,
May for a curse a blessing leave,
And every weeping soul forgive?
4 Blow ye the trumpet’s loudest blast,
A shrill alarm in Sion sound,
Proclaim a soul-afflicting fast,
To all the guilty nation round:
A solemn sad assembly call,
And let the summons reach to all.
5 Gather and sanctify the crowd,
To deprecate the wrath divine,
Bring all into the house of God,
The elders, and the infants join,
The sucklings place beneath His eye,
And let your babes for mercy cry.
6 His chamber let the bridegroom leave,
The bride out of her closet go,
The priests of God lament and grieve,
And prostrate at His altar show
By tears and cries the load they bear,
And pray their angry God to spare.
7 With pity, O Thou gracious Lord,
Thy poor afflicted people see,
Nor give us to th’invader’s sword,
The little flock redeemed by Thee,
Nor leave us to their scornful rage,
But spare Thy drooping heritage.
8 Why should the heathen aliens say,
"Where is He now, their boasted God?"
Why should they bear the cruel sway,
And wash their footsteps in our blood?
Wilt Thou not, Lord, at last awake,
And save us for Thy Jesus’ sake?
9 He will, Jehovah surely will
Be jealous for His favorite land,
His pitying love at last reveal,
Redeem us by His outstretched hand,
Answer our prayer in power and peace,
And fill us with His righteousness.
10 The Lord shall to His people say,
“Lo! I again Mine own will feed,
With corn and wine and oil convey
Into your souls the living bread,
Send down My Spirit from above,
The oil of joy, the wine of love.
11 "Sion, I will no more expose
To heathens a reproach and prey,
But turn Mine hand against your foes,
And drive the alien host away,
Satan, and all his powers subdue,
And slay the sins that wasted you." Languages: English Tune Title: VISION
Wherefore He Now In Mercy Cries
Then, Then The Gospel Day Shall Rise
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11485 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Then, then the Gospel day shall rise,
(Jehovah speaks, let earth attend)
“I from My throne above the skies
Will on all flesh My Spirit send;
Not one but may the promise find
The gift poured out on all mankind.
2 "Your sons and daughters at that day
Shall in the solemn worship join,
Or fervent in the Spirit pray,
Or utter words of praise divine;
The old shall dream, inspired by Me,
The young shall heavenly visions see.
3 "I will to the whole ransomed race
My glorious deity reveal,
Pour out the Spirit of My grace,
My servants and My handmaids fill
With love, shed in their hearts abroad,
With all the plenitude of God.
4 "Who slight My miracles of love
On them I will My judgments show,
Portentous signs in Heaven above,
And prodigies in earth below;
The earth shall be burnt up with fire,
And all its works in smoke expire.
5 "The sun shall black as sackcloth turn,
The moon shall redden into blood,
The elements melt, the Heav’ns shall burn,
At that great awful day of God;
The stars shall from their orbits fall,
And flames and darkness cover all."
6 Then shall the Lord His truth display,
(the merciful almighty Lord)
To those that did His call obey,
The residue that kept His Word;
He shall the full salvation give,
And bid His saints in glory live.
7 Then all that on the Lord rely,
And call in faith on Jesu’s name,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
Their master’s glorious joy shall claim,
Joy to His faithful servants giv’n,
Joy in a new eternal Heav’n. Languages: English Tune Title: ADORO TE
Then, Then The Gospel Day Shall Rise
Great God, Who, Ready To Forgive
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11497 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great God, who, ready to forgive,
In wrath rememberest mercy still,
By whose preserving love we live,
Though doomed the second death to feel;
We magnify Thy patient grace,
And tremble, while we sing Thy praise.
2 Had not Thy mercy interposed,
When sleeping in our sins we lay,
The staggering earth had yawned, and closed
Its mouth on its devoted prey,
We now had with our city fell,
And quick descended into hell.
3 But O! The Savior of mankind
Hath gained for us a longer space,
Jesus His Father’s heart inclined
To spare a vile rebellious race,
To snatch from Corah’s fearful doom,
And save us from the wrath to come.
4 Then let us to our Savior turn,
Answer His mercy’s whole design,
With godly fear rejoice, and mourn,
And praises with confessions join,
Till all these lowering clouds remove,
And God appears: The God of love. Languages: English Tune Title: MELITA
Great God, Who, Ready To Forgive
From Whence These Dire Portents Around?
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11507 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 From whence these dire portents around,
That strike us with unwonted fear?
Why do these earthquakes rock the ground,
And threaten our destruction near?
Ye prophets smooth, the cause explain,
And lull us to repose again.
2 "Or water swelling for a vent,
Or air impatient to get free,
Or fire within earth’s entrails pent";
Yet all are ordered, Lord, by Thee;
The elements obey Thy nod,
And nature vindicates her God.
3 The pillars of the earth are Thine,
And Thou hast set the world thereon;
They at Thy threatening look incline,
The center trembles at Thy frown;
The everlasting mountains bow,
And God is in the earthquake now!
4 Now, Lord, to shake our guilty land,
Thou dost in indignation rise;
We see, we see Thy lifted hand
Made bare a nation to chastise,
Whom neither plagues nor mercies move
To fear Thy wrath or court Thy love.
5 Therefore the earth beneath us reels,
And staggers like our drunken men,
The earth the mournful cause reveals,
And groans our burden to sustain;
Ordained our evils to deplore,
And fall with us to rise no more. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CATHERINE
From Whence These Dire Portents Around?
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