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Eternity! tremendous Word

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #205 (1732) Lyrics: I. Eternity! tremendous Word, Home-striking Point, Heart-piercing Sword, Beginning without Ending! Eternity! without a Shore, Where ever-fiery Billows roar, What is thy Sight portending? One Glimpse of thine unfathom'd Deep Wou'd rouse a Wretch from sinful Sleep. II. What Pain was ever thought so great, That must not with the Time abate, And lose its utmost Rigour? Eternity does never cease, Admits no Manner of Release, But keeps its constant Vigour: Or, as our SAVIOUR'S Words express, Eternity has not Redress. III. Eternity! how long, how long, Thou seizest Senses, Heart and Tongue With pannick Fear and Terrour! When I revolve thy dreadful chains In that Abyss of endless Pains, I'm overwhelm'd with Horrour. What's in this Life of Misery So frightful as Eternity? IV. Shou'd Hell endure as many Years, As many Men this World of Tears Has seen from the Creation. As many Stars adorn the sky, As many Leaves the Woods supply, You'd hope for its Cessation. This Sum of Ages wou'd but be One Moment to Eterity. V. But having spent in endless Fears So many Thousand Thousand Years, Thy Scene is still beginning; When thou hast suffer'd all these Times The just Reward of wilful Crimes, Thy Thread ne'er ceases spinning. Th'eternal Now, who can unfold? 'Tis ever new, but never old. VI. O Lord, how is thy Sentence just In leaving Man, that Rebel-Dust, To his desevr'd Damnation! Short wilful Sins committed here With long Remorse are punish'd there. O Woe beyond Relation! Weigh this, thou harden'd Heart and Face Thy Time is short, Death comes apace. VII. Hast thou yet Sense? avoid the Snare; Thy Pleasures fleeting Moments are, That dye as fast as tasted; These, at the Hazard of thy Soul, Dost thou pursue without controul, And seest thy Minutes wasted? Thou senseless Wretch, thou matchless Fool, Thou laugh'st and art the Devil's Tool. VIII. As long as God eternal reigns, And his Almighty Sway retains, Hell-Torment will be lasting; They shall be plagu'd with Cold and Heat, Thirst, Hunger; Fire shallb e their Meat, Their Worm is never wasting; And this unequall'd Misery Won't end till God shall cease to be. IX. Awake and rise from sinful Sleep: Bethink thy self, thou straying Sheep: Return by true Repentance: Arise, thy wicked Ways amend; The Glass of Life runs to its End; Then shiver at thy Sentence; Perhaps within few Minutes Breath Thou'rt snatch'd away by sudden Death. X. Let neither worldly Gain nor Lust, Ambition, Pride, nor golden Dust Longer enslave thy passions; Look how the carnal lethargy O'er-spreads the great Majority, Who sport with all Temptations; Above all Things keep in thy Sight The 'forenam'd long eternal Night. XI. Most Reprobate of all Mankind, Bereft of Sense, hard-hearted, blind, Why dost thou love the Creature? Shall that eternal Gulph of Hell, Where Millions of Tormentors dwell, Ne'er shock thy sinful Nature? Can then no Tongue, no Eloquence Persuade thee to a better Sense? XII. Eternity! tremendous Word, Home-striking Point, Heart-piercing Sword, Beginning without Ending! Eternity without a Shore! Where ever fiery Billows roar, What is thy Sight portending? Lord JESU, when it pleases Thee, Bring me to blest Eternity. Topics: Hell and Eternal Torment Languages: English Tune Title: [Eternity! tremendous Word]
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Faithful God! I lay before Thee

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #117 (1732) Lyrics: Part the First: I. Faithful God! I lay before Thee All the Anguish of my Heart: Tho' thou know'st how Grief has tore me, Better than I can impart: Lord! my Weakness makes me cry, In Temptation when I vye With the Fiend, that would bereave me Of the Faith design'd to save me. II. Thou! from whom Nought is conceald, Know'st how vain's my Care and Strife; In thy Word thou hast revealed, That free Grace restores my Life: All the Good I find in me, Doth proceed alone from Thee; Thou thy saving Health bestowest On those thou in mercy knowest. III. Unto thee, my God! I'm crying, In this great Necessity; Hear my deep and frequent Sighing, Cast me not away from thee. Satan's malice overthrow, Strengthen me against the Foe; Ever keep my Faith from failing, JESUS! make thy Grace prevailing. IV. JESU! Source of our Adoption, Thou, who never didst reject Those that mourn their sad Corruption, But dost all thy sons direct: Tho' our Faith as small, through Fear, As a Mustard Seed appear, Thou canst make it O Faith's Fountain, Mighty to remove a Mountain. V. Let me find, O my Redeemer! Mercy in mine Agony; Make me conquer the Blasphemer, And break from his Slavery: Strength of Faith add by thy word; Grant to me thy Spirit's Sword; Thus shall Satan be deceived, And his Darts of Paints bereaved. VI. Holy Ghost, of equal Honour, With the Father and the Son, Of all Gifts the only Donor, Hear me from thy Holy Throne; Through thy Mercy I believe; Let me not my self deceive, But depend in my Unfitness On thy all-sufficient Greatness. VII. Rouze me up from present Dullness; Thy good Work in me advance; And relieve me, from the Fullness Of thy gracious Countenance: In me keep the Spark of Grace, That with Joy I run the Race, And obtain the Prize of SION, Which I ever keep my Eye on. Part the Second: VII. Greatest GOD! beyond Relation, Ever blessed ONE in THREE! Thou alone art my Salvation, Strengthen mine Infirmity: Quench thou Satan's fiery Dart, E'er it reach my trembling Heart, Lest the Want of Consolation Drive me into Desperation. IX. Guard me from his vile Devices, Which thou know'st are numberless; Keep me free, when he intices, From a fatal Carelessness: Grant me such a Strength that I May withstand him valiantly, And avoid his secret paces, Thro' thine all-sufficient Graces. X. Reach thy Hand to thy frail Creature, That is now in Terror fast, Shrinking under feeble Nature, Till the mighty Storm is past. Lead me by the Holy Ghost, So that Satan may not boast Of his having disappointed Me, thy Child, thou hast anointed. XI. Come, O Mighty, whom I wait on; Be my Rock and Confidence; I've not Strength to combat SATAN. Raise me to some Eminence; And relieve me with thy Shield, That I may obtain the Field, Overcome that grand Destroyer, That has ever been a Lyar. XII. All my Life shall be employed In thy Praise, with all my Might, That the Fiend has been destroyed, And with Shame has lost the Fight: Glorious shall thy Mercy be, Here, and in Eternity; Heav'n and Earth, O great Jehovah! Shall resound with Hallelujah. Topics: Spiritual Distress Languages: English Tune Title: [Faithful God! I lay before Thee]
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Father, Lord of Mercy!

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #183 (1732) Lyrics: I. Father, Lord of Mercy! We beg Leave to praise Thee, Who reliev'st our present Wants, And giv'st us sweet Sustenance; And thy Well-Beloved, By whose Grace thy Blessings are Plenteously improved. II. Thus in Truth and Spirit We return all Merit To the gloroius One and Three, Now and in Eternity; Since thy gracious Providence Has sustain'd our Life with Food, And supply'd our Indigence. III. Slight not this Oblation, Lord of our Creation! Which we bring in JESUS' Name And the Merits of the Lamb, Through whose Intercession Thou art pleas'd to overlook All our past Transgression. IV. What have feeble Creatures In their sinful Natures, To repay one single Grace, But Distress and Shame of Face? Oh! who can repay Thee? For 'tis thine whate'er we have And enjoy yet daily. V. Lord, accept our Graces, With this Song of Praises, And forgive what is amiss, For his Sake who gain'd us Bliss. CHRIST, thy blest Example Print upon us, that we may Be thy living Temple. Topics: Praise after Meat Languages: English Tune Title: [Father, Lord of Mercy]
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Father, thine eternal Kindness

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #78 (1732) Lyrics: Part the First: 1 Father, thine eternal Kindness Shelters me from final Blindness. I in Christ behold thy Face. And before the World's Foundation, thou didst chuse me to Salvation; Blest for ever be thy Grace. II. Whilst I did, with wildest Fury, Wound thy Truth and mock they Glory Oh! who can thy Patience tell? Who describe that vast Compassion, Which weigh'd down thy Indignation, And deliver'd me from hell? III. Once I thought, Outside Profession Put me firmly in Possession Of Religion pure and true; While, alas! all my Devotion Was but empty airy Notion, Mere Hypocrisie and Shew. IV. Moral Duties and Dead letters Are what vain sufficient Creatures Build their Hopes of Heav'n upon. Works, Outside and Ceremony Make the Merit of a Many; Losing these, their Hope is gone. V. This was long my own lov'd Merit Till, O Lord, thy Holy Spirit All its Falsehood let me see: Shew'd me all my Soul's Diseases: That all Merit is in Jesus; Not a single Grain in me. VI. Oh, may I be daily dying To a wretched World, and flying All that's sinful, false and vain: Making Christ my highest Treasure, Firmest Trust and sweetest Pleasure, All my Glory, all my Gain. VII. Mortifie the Old Man in me. To my Saviour's Likeness bring me. Let me like a Phoenix rise From its Predecessor's Ashes; And with Beauty that surpasses Mount at Length above the Skies. Part the Second: VIII. Some make Shadows all their Treasure, Halt between base Fear and Pleasure, Or run headlong down to hell; Let my Faith take Wings and hasten To that Cross, where Christ did fasten All my Sins, for there I'll dwell. IX. While on Works (true Faith declining) Or on Talents gayly shining, Some their own proud Trophies raise; Be that glorious Gift of Heaven, Faith that's to Salvation given, All my Hope, and all my Praise. X. If for Egypt's wretched diet, Or for Sodom's hellish Riot, Satan shall enflame my heart; O! My God, do Thou restrain me: O! bestow in Plenty on me Grace to quench his fiery Dart. XI. When Temptation near' has won me, Pressing hard, and turning on me All her Pow'rs and Arts and Charms; In that Hour, My God, support me: In that Hour, let Nothing hurt me: Save, oh, save me in thy Arms. XII. When in Seas of Trouble tossing, Friends deserting, Terrors crossing, All my Strength and Skill are vain; From the threat'ning Dangers hide me: Be my Pilot too, and guide me Safe to Shore and Peace again. Part the Third: XIII. He that will not be deserted Must in Jesus be inserted, And become a fruitful Tree, Hate all worldly Care and Pleasure, Strive for Christ's most holy Treasure, And avoid Hypocrisy. XIV. Who in Christ seeks his Salvation, Builds upon the best Foundation, And of gaining Heav'n is sure And this Trust in his Salvation Ev'ry Evil and Temptation Makes him firmly to endure. XV. God of Mercy, bless thy Creature. Form me to they Holy Nature. Child-like Innocence be min. Grant me Joy in thy Salvation: Grant me this sweet Confirmation, That I'm destin'd to be thine. XVI. Resignation to all Trial, Faith and Hope and Self-denial, Be the Rulers of my Days. Take me out of mere Profession To a full and firm Possession Of the Truth which Christ displays. XVII. Mocks and Scorns at my Condition, Babel's Cursing and Derision, Will be Nothing in my Ear, If my Saviour does not fly me. If my Saviour stands but be me, Where's the Rage I cannot bear? XVIII. O Lord, heal my corrupt Nature. Make, O make me a new Creature. And confirm me with the Seal Of thy Holy Gracious Spirit. And abolish my Self-Merit, And whate'er withstands thy Will. XIX. Make me fond of still Recesses; Where thy Love and thy Caresses May enflame and fix my Heart, To love, pleasure and adore Thee, To walk faithfully before Thee, And no more from Thee depart. XX. Add my Friends and my Relations, To thy Holy Happy Nations, To the Empire of thy Grace. Guide 'em by thy blessed Spirit: Let 'em all at Length inherit Everlasting Joy and Peace. XXI. Bring both Jews and Gentiles to Thee: Bring thy straying Sheep to know Thee: From their Blindness set them free. Call, Thou loving faithful Shepherd, Call 'em from the barren Desart, To confess and follow Thee. XXII. Then shall all thy flock, united, With their Lamps full trimm'd and lighted, Keep the Marriage of the Lamb; Their Redeemer ever praising, Endless Hallelujahs raising And Hosannas to his Name. Topics: True and False Christianity Languages: English Tune Title: [Father, thine eternal Kindness]
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From God, the Lord my Saviour

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #134 (1732) Lyrics: I. From God, the Lord my Saviour, I'll never swerve nor stray; Whose Love, and kind Behaviour, Doth never die away. He always is the same: He shortens all my sorrow, And will relieve to Morrow, Blest be his holy Name. II. When I am disappointed Of all Mankind's Relief, I fly to the Anointed Who softens all my Grief; He ne'er denies his Love To his distressed Creature, Tho' my depraved Nature He sharply doth reprove. III. On him I am relying E'en in the greatest Stress' He's daily verifying The many Promises He in his Word has made; My Life, my Breath and Motion Shall be at his Devotion, Whose Love can never fade. IV. Hi gracious Inclination Tends to my greatest Good, Seeks all Minkind's Salvatin By his own precious Blood, In whom we are restor'd, To his Paternal Kindness, And sav'd from sinful Blindness. His Name be e'er ador'd. V. Praise him with Hearts and voices; Which to that End were giv'n; For CHRIST himself rejoices To find our Thoughts in Heav'n: All other Time is lost, We spend in trifling Pleasures Regardless of those Treasures, Bought at our SAVIOUR"S Cost. VI. And when the present Fashion Of this deceitful World, With all its Ostentation, Down to its Doom is hurl'd; Then those redeem'd by CHRIST Shall from the Grave's Corruption Be rais'd to sing th' Adoption: Hosanna in the High'st! VII. Thus, whilst I bear with Patience The present Misery, Due to my Disobedience; Yet blest Eternity I have within my View; Where my Redeemer's Glory Will change my mournful Story, And form me quite anew. VIII. This is the Father's Pleasure, Who rais'd us from the Dust; His Son has endless Treasure Laid up for all the Just; And God the Holy Ghost Will shew the new Creation, And bring us to that Station, Where he shall love him most. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English
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God is our Refuge in Distress

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #138 (1732) Lyrics: I. God is our Refuge in Distress, Our string Defence and Armour, He's present, when we're comfortless, In Storms he is our Harbour; Th' infernal Enemy Look! how enrag'd is he! He now exerts his Force To stop the Gospel-Course; Who can withstand the Tyrant? II. All human Power is but dust; Our Strength an idle Story: The Valiant Man, in whom we trust, Is CHRIST, the Son of Glory. He is the Conquerour, Vested with sov'reign Pow'r. The Lord both Great and Good, The only living god, Gains us the Field of Battle. III. If all the Devl's shou'd wage the War, In Order to destroy us, They should not once put us in Fear; The Vict'ry wou'd be joyous. We dare the Prince of Hell; With Fury let him swell; He cannot hurt one Hair; We shall escape the Snare; CHRIST"S single Word can rout him. IV. His Word puts all our Foes to Flight; With Shame they are confounded; For CHRIST instructs our Hands to fight; His Spirit is unbounded: Tho' we shou'd lose our Lives, Fame, Children, Goods and Wives, Destroy Hell what it can, 'Twill find but little Gain, God's Kingdom is our Portion. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English Tune Title: [God is our Refuge in Distress]
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God the Father, our Defence

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #51 (1732) Lyrics: I. God the Father, our Defence! O save us from Damnation; All Transgressions take from hence, And grant us thy Salvation; Guard us from the Tempter's Snare, Within thy own Protection, That under thy Direction Our Faith may 'scape Infection. We rely upon thy Care. With all thy Well-beloved, Thy Grace be thus improved, That we may ne'er be moved. Amen, Amen, be the Word! So shall we truly praise the Lord. II. Lord Christ Jesus! our Defence! O save us from Damnation; All Transgressions take from hence, And grant us thy Salvation; Guard us from the Tempter's Snare, Within thy own Protection, That under thy Direction Our Faith may 'scape Infection. We rely upon thy Care. With all thy Well-beloved, Thy Grace be thus improved, That we may ne'er be moved. Amen, Amen, be the Word! So shall we truly praise the Lord. III. Blessed Spirit, our Defence, O save us from Damnation; All Transgressions take from hence, And grant us thy Salvation; Guard us from the Tempter's Snare, Within thy own Protection, That under thy Direction Our Faith may 'scape Infection. We rely upon thy Care. With all thy Well-beloved, Thy Grace be thus improved, That we may ne'er be moved. Amen, Amen, be the Word! So shall we truly praise the Lord. Topics: Blessed Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: [God the Father, our Defence]
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God, the Lord of the Creation

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #169 (1732) Lyrics: I. God, the Lord of the Creation, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Night and Day, in Separation, Sun and Moon thy Glory boast. All Things in the Universe Thy preserving Grace rehearse. II. Lord! to thee my Praise and Prayer Are directed from my Heart; 'Tis thou sil'st my Soul's Betrayer, And preserv'st me from his Art; So that his ensnaring Train, By thy Grace, is laid in vain. III. Let the Night of my Transgression With the Darkness pass away JESU! into thy Possession I resign my self to Day. In thy Wounds I find Relief For my greastest Sin and Grief. IV. Grant, that free I rise this Morning From the Lethargy of Sin; That my Soul, through thy adorning, Be all glorious within; And that at the Judgment-Day I be not a Cast-away. V. Let my Life and Conversation Be directed by thy Word; Lord! thy constant Preservation To thy erring Child afford. No where but alone in thee From all harm I can be free. VI. Lord! my Body, Soul and Spirit, Keep in thine Almighty Hand: By thy All sufficient Merit, Make me follow thy Command. Oh! my Glory and Renown, Fit me for th'eternal Crown. VII. To they Angels' keeping give me, To direct my erring Feet; And, when Satan would deceive me, Disappoint the hellish Cheat. Bring at last my Soul to Rest, Where thou reign'st among the Blest. VIII. Hear my humble Supplication, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! With sincerest Adoration Thee I love, of Thee I boast. O, I'll praise thy Grace to me Here, and in Eternity. Topics: Morning Hymn Languages: English Tune Title: [God, the Lord of the Creation]
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Great God! in Thee I put my Trust

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #116 (1732) Lyrics: I. Great God! in Thee I put my Trust, Preserve my soul from being lost In Shame and Desolation; Thy Grace, O Lord I, will record To ev'ry Generation. II. Vouchsafe to lend a gracious Ear, When I to Thee direct my Pray'r; Relieve thy helpless Creature; From outward Woes and secret Foes Redeem my fallen Nature. III. Thy saving Name is my Defence; I seek and draw Salvation thence; Thy Grace is my Pavillion; thou art the God, whose very Nod Can crush an hostile Million. IV. My Rock, my Refuge, and my Tow'r! I rest upon thy mighty Pow'r, And trust thy Revelation: In thy Relief I drown my Grief 'Gainst Satan's Machination. V. Whate'er my Fears and foes suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Boast and sure protection. Within thy Care I boldly dare Th' whole World and Hell's Infection. VI. My Spirit I commit to Thee. My Saviour, ne'er depart from me, But grant me thy Salvation. In th' Hour of Death retake my Breath Into thy Habitation. VII. All Honour Might and Majesty To Father, Son and Spirit be, The Three for ever glorious; In whose rich Grace we'll run our Race, Till we come off victorious. Topics: Spiritual Combat Languages: English Tune Title: [Great God! in Thee I put my Trust]
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Greatest High-Priest, Saviour CHRIST

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #130 (1732) Lyrics: I. Greatest High-Priest, Saviour CHRIST, Who for me wast sacrific'd, Make my Heart, thro' thy blest Passion, To thy self a pure Oblation. II. Thy pure Love accepts of nought But what by thy Love is wrought. What's not of thy own Formation, Ne'er attaineth to Salvation. III. Kill in me what is unclean; Kill in me the root of Sin; Snatch my Heart from its Pollution, To th'old Man's entire Confusion. IV. To the Altar lay the Wood, And consume old ADAM's Brood. Source of all celestial Graces, Let me die in thine Embraces. V. Lo, at Length it shall appear, That the Lord has heard my Pray'r, Lo, e'en in my present Station, He'll be pleas'd with my Oblation. Topics: Giving up the Heart to God Languages: English Tune Title: [Greatest High-Priest Saviour Christ]

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