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O Lord, turn not away Thy face
Author: Rev. John Marckant (16th century) Hymnal: The Hymnal #503 (1950) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, turn not away Thy face
From him that lieth prostrate,
Lamenting sore his sinful life,
Before Thy mercy gate.
2 Which gate Thou openest wide to those
That do lament their sin;
Shut not that gate against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.
Amen. Topics: God Grace, His Forgiving; Introits; Lent; Opening of Service; Orisons; Penitence and Confession; Prayer and Intercession Tune Title: CHESHIRE TUNE
O Lord, turn not away Thy face
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Author: Richard Baxter, 1615-91 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #647 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Life Death, Judgement, Future Life Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3686 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, from the ill and froward man
Give me deliverance,
And do Thou safe preserve me from
The man of violence:
2. Who in their heart mischievous things
Are meditating e’er;
And they for war assembled are
Continually together.
3. Much like unto a serpent’s tongue
Their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
The poison of a snake.
4. Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,
From violent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
My goings purposed have.
5. The proud for me a snare have hid,
And cords; yea, they a net
Have by the wayside for me spread;
They gins for me have set.
6. I said unto the Lord, Thou art
My God: unto the cry
Of all my supplications,
Lord, do Thine ear apply.
7. O God the Lord, who art the strength
Of my salvation:
A cov’ring in the day of war
My head Thou hast put on.
8. Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
His wishes do not grant;
Nor further Thou his ill device,
Lest they themselves should vaunt.
9. As for the head and chief of those
About that compass me,
E’en by the mischief of their lips
Let Thou them covered be.
10. Let burning coals upon them fall,
Them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
May rise out of the same.
11. Let not an evil speaker be
On earth establishèd:
Mischief shall hunt the violent man,
Till he be ruinèd.
12. I know God will th’afflicted’s cause
Maintain, and poor men’s right.
Surely the just shall praise Thy name;
Th’upright dwell in Thy sight. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man
Rulers of Sodom! Hear the Voice
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5857 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice
Of Heav’n’s eternal Lord;
Men of Gomorrah! bend your ear
Submissive to His Word.
2. ’Tis thus He speaks; to what intent
Are your oblations vain?
Why load My altars with your gifts,
Polluted and profane?
3. Burnt offerings long may blaze to Heav’n,
And incense cloud the skies;
The worship and the worshipper
Are hateful in My eyes.
4. Your rites, your fasts, your prayers, I scorn,
And pomp of solemn days:
I know your hearts are full of guile,
And crooked are your ways.
5. 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.
6. Mock not My name with honors vain,
But keep My holy laws;
Do justice to the friendless poor,
And plead the widow’s cause.
7. Then, though your guilty souls are stained
With sins of crimson dye,
Yet, through My grace with snow itself
In whiteness they shall vie. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Rulers of Sodom! Hear the Voice
Save Me, O God, the Swelling Floods
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6158 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Save me, O God, the swelling floods
Break in upon my soul;
I sink, and sorrows o’er my head
Like mighty waters roll.
2. I cry till all my voice be gone,
In tears I waste the day:
My God, behold my longing eyes,
And shorten Thy delay.
3. They hate my soul without a cause,
And still their number grows
More than the hairs around my head,
And mighty are my foes.
4. ’Twas then I paid that dreadful debt
That men could never pay,
And gave those honors to Thy law
Which sinners took away.
5. Thus in the great Messiah’s name,
The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns.
6. Now shall the saints rejoice, and find
Salvation in My name;
For I have borne their heavy load
Of sorrow, pain, and shame.
7. Grief, like a garment, clothed Me round,
And sackcloth was My dress,
While I procured for naked souls
A robe of righteousness.
8. Amongst My brethren and the Jews
I like a stranger stood,
And bore their vile reproach, to bring
The Gentiles near to God.
9. I came in sinful mortals’ stead,
To do My Father’s will;
Yet when I cleansed My Father’s house,
They scandalized My zeal.
10. My fasting and My holy groans
Were made the drunkard’s song;
But God, from His celestial throne,
Heard My complaining tongue.
11. He saved Me from the dreadful deep,
Nor let My soul be drowned;
He raised and fixed My sinking feet
On well-established ground.
12. ’Twas in a most accepted hour
My prayer arose on high;
And for My sake my God shall hear
The dying sinner’s cry. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Save Me, O God, the Swelling Floods
Weep Not for Him Who Onward Bears
Author: Thomas B. Pollock Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7574 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Weep not for Him who onward bears
His cross to Calvary;
He does not ask man’s pitying tears,
Who wills for man to die.
2. The awful sorrow of His face,
The bowing of His frame,
Come not from torture or disgrace;
He fears not cross or shame.
3. There is a deeper pang of grief,
An agony unknown,
In which His love finds no relief;
He bears it all alone.
4. He thinks of all for whom His life
Of lowliness and pain,
And weariness and care and strife,
Will be, alas, in vain.
5. He sees the souls for whom He dies
Yet clinging to their sin,
And heirs of mansions in the skies
Who will not enter in.
6. Ah! this, my Savior, was the shame
That bowed Thy head so low;
These were the wounds that racked Thy frame,
And made Thy tears to flow.
7. O may I in Thy sorrow share,
And mourn that sins of mine
Should ever wound with grief or care
That loving heart of Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Weep Not for Him Who Onward Bears
Woe to the Men on Earth Who Dwell
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7580 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Woe to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the Almighty’s frown,
When God doth all His wrath reveal,
And shower His judgments down!
2. Sinners, expect those heaviest showers,
To meet your God prepare;
For, lo! the seventh angel pours
His phial in the air.
3. Lo! from their seats the mountains leap,
The mountains are not found;
Transported far into the deep,
And in the ocean drowned.
4. Who then shall live, and face the throne,
And face the Judge severe?
When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?
5. Now, only now, against that hour
We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide:
6. Firm in the all destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
For, lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Woe to the Men on Earth Who Dwell
When the Great Judge
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7687 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When the great judge, supreme and just Lyrics: 1. When the great judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.
2. He from the dreadful gates of death
Does His own children raise;
In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father’s praise.
3. His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands had spread.
4. Thus, by Thy judgments, mighty God,
Are Thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroyed,
The snare must be their own.
5. The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget Thee, or rebel
Against Thy known commands.
6. Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7. Rise, great Redeemer, from Thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at Thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8. Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;
Make them confess that Thou art God,
And they but feeble men. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
When the Great Judge
He Reigns — Th' Almighty Reigns Supreme
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9597 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: He reigns—th’ Almighty reigns supreme Lyrics: 1 He reigns—th’Almighty reigns supreme
Ye humble saints rejoice:
Nations attend with awe, and hear
The thunder of His voice.
2 Dominions, thrones, and mighty powers
Lie prostrate at His feet:
Each seraph lays his glittering crown
Before His awful seat.
3 Ten thousand shining servants wait
His orders to fulfill:
As lightning swift they fly to save,
And fly as swift to kill.
4 Earth trembles at one look of His,
And mighty seas retire:
Touched by His hand, the mountains smoke,
And pour down liquid fire.
5 Great as His power, so great His grace,
For mercy guards His throne:
By mercy more than by His wrath
He chooses to be known.
6 Lord, may Thy terrors fill my soul
With sacred awe of Thee;
So shall Thy power, and boundless grace,
My constant refuge be. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
He Reigns — Th' Almighty Reigns Supreme
The Angel Comes, He Comes To Reap
Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10887 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord!
O’er all the earth with fatal sweep
Wide waves his flamy sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God’s treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In Thy destroying angel’s hour
O gather us to Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
The Angel Comes, He Comes To Reap
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