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From whence this fear and unbelief

Author: Anon. Appears in 28 hymnals Used With Tune: MERIBAH

My God! thy boundless love I praise

Appears in 141 hymnals Used With Tune: MERIBAH

Lord, Thou Hast Won

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 89 hymnals First Line: Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield, My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to Thee; Against Thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against Thy love? Love conquers even me. 2 All that a wretch could do, I tried, Thy patience scorned, Thy power defied, And trampled on Thy laws; Scarcely Thy martyrs at the stake, Could stand more steadfast for Thy sake, Than I in Satan’s cause. 3 But since Thou hast Thy love revealed, And shown my soul a pardon sealed, I can resist no more: Couldst Thou for such a sinner bleed? Canst Thou for such a rebel plead? I wonder and adore! 4 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been: But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Savior I have viewed, And now, I hate my sin. 5 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, Come take possession of Thine own, For Thou hast set me free; Released from Satan’s hard command, See all my powers waiting stand, To be employed by Thee. 6 My will conformed to Thine would move, On Thee my hope, desire, and love, In fixed attention join; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Satan’s servants been too long, But now they shall be Thine. 7 And can I be the very same, Who lately durst blaspheme Thy name, And on Thy Gospel tread? Surely each one, who hears my case, Will praise Thee, and confess Thy grace Invincible indeed! Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1

And Must Thou Perish In Thy Blood?

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: And must thou perish in thy blood Lyrics: 1 And must thou perish in thy blood, A wretched soul that knows not God, A child of Satan thou! Thy foes, and fears, and sins prevail; Arrested by the pains of hell, Where is thy refuge now? 2 Caught in the coils of death thou art, All unrenewed and foul thy heart, And filled with guilty fear: See there! the king of fears is come! Prepare to meet thine instant doom, Before thy God appear. 3 Vain are thy tears and late remorse; The tyrant sits on his pale horse, Devourer of mankind; Attended by a ghastly train, Sorrow, astonishment, and pain, And Hell comes close behind. 4 Ready to pierce thy trembling heart, The grisly terror shakes his dart, And Hell expects its prey! Ready a troop of devils stands To take thee from the monster’s hands, And hurry thee away. 5 What hope, or help remains for thee? Poor desperate soul, and can it be That thou shouldst mercy find? Ask Him, who spilt His precious blood, To buy, and bring thee back to God, To ransom all mankind. 6 Call, on the name of Jesus call, Ask if He did not die for all, That all might turn and live? Call on Him in this latest hour; Hell is not readier to devour, Than Jesus to forgive. 7 Sufficient is His grace for thee; Straitened for time He cannot be; Thy dying groan He hears; Jesus is mighty to redeem; A day, a moment’s space with Him Is as a thousand years. 8 Call on Him, and He yet shall save: “Redeem my spirit from the grave, The gulf that yawns beneath; Jesu, reverse my fearful doom, O snatch me from the wrath to come, The everlasting death. 9 “Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart; One drop, if Thou the grace impart, Removes my guilty load, From every spot of sin set free; Speak all-atoning blood for me, Cry in the ears of God! 10 Father, if now Thou hear’st it cry, Now let it in my heart reply, And show my sins forgiv’n; Thou canst—Thou dost—this moment save: ’Tis finished! I my passport have— Lead on, lead on to Heav’n! Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems (Bristol, England, Felix Farley, 1749)

Lord, God Of Hosts, Who Dost Fulfill

Author: James Holme Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lord, God of Hosts, who dost fulfill Lyrics: 1 Lord, God of Hosts, who dost fulfill In Heav’n and earth Thy sovereign will, For Heav’n and earth are Thine, The councils of our nation bless With wisdom, truth, and holiness, With light and love divine. 2 Whate’er they seek, whate’er decree, O may they lift their hearts to Thee, For Thine almighty aid. Free them from sin’s corrupting sway, Teach them to show the heav’nward way Where humbler men may tread. 3 Be it their cherished, fixed design To make Thy grace, Thy glory shine, And ground our laws in Thee. Thy Church from error to defend, Until its light to Heav’n ascend, And spread from sea to sea. 4 When Thou in terror risest forth To sweep the wicked from the earth With dread resistless stroke, Our nation shield with sheltering arm, Her tower of refuge from the storm, Her everlasting rock. Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poetry (London and Edinburgh: J. Brydone and Songs; Richmons: John Bell, 1861)