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Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R62Meter: 220.127.116.11First Line: Lo! in the last of days behold Lyrics:
Lo! in the last of days behold
a faithless race arise;
Their lawless lust their only rule;
and thus the scoffer cries;
Where is the promise, deemed so true,
that spoke the Saviour near?
E’er since our fathers slept in dust,
no change has reached our ear.
Years rolled on years successive glide,
since first the world began,
And on the tide of time still floats,
secure, the bark of man.
Thus speaks the scoffer; but his words
conceal the truth he knows,
That from the waters’ dark abyss
the earth at first arose.
But when the sons of men began
with one consent to stray,
At Heav’n’s command a deluge swept
the godless race away.
A diff’rent fate is now prepared
for Nature’s trembling frame;
Soon shall her orbs be all enwrapt
in one devouring flame.
Reserved are sinners for the hour
when to the gulf below,
Armed with the hand of sov’reign pow’r,
the judge consigns his foe.
Though now, ye just! the time appears
protracted, dark, unknown,
An hour, a day, a thousand years,
to heav’n’s great Lord are one.
Still all may share his sov’reign grace,
in ev’ry change secure;
The meek, the suppliant contrite race,
shall find his mercy sure.
The contrite race he counts his friends
forbids the suppliant’s fall;
Condemns reluctant, but extends
the hope of grace to all.
Yet as the night-wrapped thief who lurks
to seize th’ expected prize,
Thus steals the hour when Christ shall come,
and thunder rend the skies.
Then at the loud, the solemn peal,
the heav’ns shall burst away;
The elements shall melt in flame,
at Nature’s final day.
Since all this frame of things must end,
as Heav’n has so decreed,
How wise our inmost thoughts to guard,
and watch o’er ev’ry deed;
Expecting calm th’ appointed hour,
when, Nature’s conflict o’er,
A new and better world shall rise,
where sin is known no more.
Scripture: 2 Peter 3:3-14Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Author: Joseph AddisonHymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #H3Meter: 18.104.22.168First Line: When rising from the bed of deathLyrics:
When rising from the bed of death,
o’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
If yet while pardon may be found,
and mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
and trembles at the thought;
When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed
in majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
But thou hast told the troubled mind,
who doth her sins lament,
That timely grief for errors past
shall future woe prevent.
Then see the sorrows of my heart,
ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying groans,
to give those sorrows weight.
For never shall my soul despair
of mercy at thy throne,
Who knows thine only Son has died
thy justice to atone.
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R46Meter: 22.214.171.124First Line: Vain are the hopes the sons of menLyrics:
Vain are the hopes the sons of men
upon their works have built;
Their hearts by nature are unclean,
their actions full of guilt.
Silent let Jew and Gentile stand,
without one vaunting word,
And, humbled low, confess their guilt
before heav’n’s righteous Lord.
No hope can on the law be built
of justifying grace;
The law, that shows the sinner’s guilt,
condemns him to his face.
Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!
when in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness
that makes the sinner just.
Scripture: Romans 3:19-22Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R45Meter: 126.96.36.199First Line: Ungrateful sinners! whence this scornLyrics:
Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn
Of God’s long-suff’ring grace?
And whence this madness that insults
th’ Almighty to his face?
Is it because his patience waits,
and pitying bowels move,
You multiply transgressions more,
and scorn his offered love?
Dost thou not know, self-blinded man!
his goodness is designed
To wake repentance in thy soul,
and melt thy hardened mind?
And wilt thou rather chuse to meet
th’ Almighty as thy foe,
And treasure up his wrath in store
against the day of woe?
Soon shall that fatal day approach
that must thy sentence seal,
And righteous judgments, now unknown,
in awful pomp reveal;
While they, who full of holy deeds
to glory seek to rise,
Continuing patient to the end,
shall gain th’ immortal prize.
Scripture: Romans 2:4-8Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R44Meter: 188.8.131.52First Line: Behold the Saviour on the crossLyrics:
Behold the Saviour on the cross,
a spectacle of woe!
See from his agonizing wounds
the blood incessant flow;
Till death’s pale ensigns o’er his cheek
and trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
and life his drooping head!
’Tis finished—was his latest voice;
these sacred accents o’er,
He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,
and suffered pain no more.
’Tis finished—The Messiah dies
for sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
and Satan’s pow’r o’erthrown.
’Tis finished—All his groans are past;
his blood his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,
and crowned him with their spoils.
’Tis finished—Legal worship ends,
and gospel ages run;
All old things now are past away,
and a new world begun.
Scripture: John 19:30Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R27Meter: 184.108.40.206First Line: Thus speaks the high and lofty OneLyrics:
Thus speaks the high and lofty One;
ye tribes of earth, give ear;
The words of your Almighty King
with sacred rev’rence hear:
Amidst the majesty of heav’n
my throne is fixed on high;
And through eternity I hear
the praises of the sky:
Yet, looking down, I visit oft
the humble hallowed cell;
And with the penitent who mourn
’tis my delight to dwell;
The downcast spirit to revive,
the sad in soul to cheer;
And from the bed of dust the man
of heart contrite to rear.
With me dwells no relentless wrath
against the human race;
The souls which I have formed shall find
a refuge in my grace.
Scripture: Isaiah 57:15-16Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R15Meter: 220.127.116.11First Line: As long as life its term extendsLyrics:
As long as life its term extends,
Hope’s blest dominion never ends;
For while the lamp holds on to burn,
The greatest sinner may return.
Life is the season God both giv’n
To fly from hell, and rise to heav’n;
That day of grace fleets fast away,
And none its rapid course can stay.
The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie:
Their mem’ry and their name is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
Then what thy thoughts design to do,
Still let thy bands with might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor wisdom underneath the ground.
In the cold grave, to which we haste,
There are no acts of pardon past:
But fixed the doom of all remains,
And everlasting silence reigns.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 9:10Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R16Meter: 18.104.22.168First Line: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youthLyrics:
In life’s gay morn, when sprightly youth
with vital ardour glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
which beauty can disclose;
Deep on thy soul, before its pow’rs
are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator’s glorious name
and character engraved.
For soon the shades of grief shall cloud
the sunshine of thy days;
And cares, and toils, in endless round,
encompass all thy ways.
Soon shall thy heart the woes of age
in mournful groans deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,
that now return no more.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R17Meter: 22.214.171.124First Line: Rulers of Sodom! hear the voiceLyrics:
Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice
of heav’n’s eternal Lord;
Men of Gomorrah! bend your ear
submissive to his word.
’Tis thus he speaks; To what intent
are your oblations vain?
Why load my altars with your gifts,
polluted and profane?
Burnt-off’rings long may blaze to heav’n,
and incense cloud the skies;
The worship and the worshipper
are hateful in my eyes.
Your rites, your fasts, your pray’rs, I scorn,
and pomp of solemn days:
I know your hearts are full of guile,
and Crooked are your ways.
But cleanse your hands, ye guilty race,
and cease from deeds of sin;
Learn in your actions to be just,
and pure in heart within.
Mock not my name with honours vain,
but keep my holy laws;
Do justice to the friendless poor,
and plead the widow’s cause.
Then though your guilty souls are stained
with sins of crimson dye,
Yet, through my grace with snow itself
in whiteness they shall vie.
Scripture: Isaiah 1:10-19Languages: English
Publication Date: 1800Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #D1Meter: 126.96.36.199First Line: To Father, Son, and Holy GhostLyrics:
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom earth and heaven adore,
Be glory, as it was of old,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
Topics: DoxologiesLanguages: English