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My Soul, With Humble Fervor Raise

Author: John H. Livingston Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16320 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: My soul, with humble fervor raise Lyrics: 1 My soul, with humble fervor raise To God the voice of grateful praise; And every mental power combine, To bless His attributes divine. 2 Deep on my heart let memory trace His acts of mercy and of grace; Who, with a father’s tender care, Saved me when sinking in despair: 3 Gave my repentant soul to prove The joy of His forgiving love; Poured balm into my bleeding breast, And led my weary feet to rest. Languages: English Tune Title: DUKE STREET

Lord Of The Sabbath, Hear Our Vows

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16369 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord of the Sabbath! hear our vows Lyrics: 1 Lord of the Sabbath! hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love; But there’s a nobler rest above. To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred high eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death to rest with God. Languages: English Tune Title: GERMANY

Allured By Sin's Deceitful Arts

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16379 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Allured by sin’s deceitful arts Lyrics: 1 Allured by sin’s deceitful arts, Unhappy men depart from God; To Satan yield their treacherous hearts, And fearless tread the downward road. 2 Still they increase their load of guilt, Thoughtless amidst a thousand woes; Or if some pangs of grief are felt, Those sudden pangs they quickly lose. 3 They bid defiance to the skies, And dare th’Almighty to His face; His awful threat’nings they despise, And cast contempt upon His grace. 4 But the decisive day will come, And universal terror spread; Then God will fix their final doom, And vengeance strike the rebels dead. 5 Bound fast in adamantine chains, Their numerous follies they will mourn; Shall suffer unremitting pains, And ever sin and ever burn. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. LUKE

How Do Thy Mercies Close Me Round

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16395 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How do Thy mercies close me round! Lyrics: 1 How do Thy mercies close me round! For ever be Thy name adored! I blush in all things to abound; The servant is above his Lord. 2 Inured to poverty and pain, A suffering life my master led, The Son of God, the Son of man, He had not where to lay His head. 3 But lo! A place He hath prepared For me, whom watchful angels keep; Nay, He Himself becomes my guard, He smoothes my bed, and gives me sleep. 4 Jesus protects; my fears be gone! What can the Rock of Ages move? Safe in Thy arms I lay me down, Thy everlasting arms of love! 5 While Thou art intimately nigh, Who, who shall violate my rest? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy, I lean upon my Savior’s breast. 6 I rest beneath th’Almighty’s shade; My griefs expire, my troubles cease; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. 7 Me for Thine own Thou lov’st to take, In time, and in eternity; Thou never, never wilt forsake A helpless worm that trusts in Thee. 8 Wherefore in confidence I close My eyes, for Thine are open still; My spirit lulled in calm repose, Waits for the counsels of Thy will. 9 After Thy likeness let me rise, If here Thou will’st my longer stay, Or close in mortal sleep my eyes, To open them in endless day. 10 Still let me run, or end my race; I cannot choose, I all resign; Contract or lengthen out my days; Come life, come death; for Christ is mine. Languages: English Tune Title: REST

Salvation Doth To God Belong

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16396 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Salvation doth to God belong Lyrics: 1 Salvation doth to God belong; His power and grace shall be our song; His hand hath dealt a secret blow, And terror strikes the haughty foe. 2 Praise to the Lord, who bows His ear Propitious to His people’s prayer; And, though deliverance long delay, Answers in His well chosen day. 3 O may Thy grace our land engage, Rescued from fierce tyrannic rage, The tribute of its love to bring To Thee, our Savior, and our king! 4 Our temples, guarded from the flame, Shall echo Thy triumphant name; And every peaceful private home To Thee a temple shall become. 5 Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in Thy honored sight: Still in Thy precepts and and Thy fear To life’s last hour to persevere. Languages: English Tune Title: FEDERAL STREET

We Lift Our Eyes, Our Hands, To Thee

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16408 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 We lift our eyes, our hands, to Thee, Our knees, our souls, to Thee we bend; Thou Father of earth’s family, Th’appointed weeks of harvest send. 2 The ground, Thy table, is full spread With food to nourish man and beast; Hast Thou prepared the children’s bread, And wilt Thou now forbid the feast? 3 In summer, winter, day and night, Both seed time, harvest, Thou hast willed; And dew and rain, and warmth and light, Have each their gracious work fulfilled. 4 Shall whelming floods the hopes destroy Of those who in Thy promise trust? Shall storms prevent the reaper’s joy, And lay his confidence in dust? 5 O bid the winds and waters cease, The lowering firmament unshroud; Think on Thy covenant of peace, Look on Thy bow—’tis in the cloud! 6 We fall adoring at Thy feet, Our prayer is heard, the veil is riven; With pure heart offerings let us eat The bread that cometh down from Heav’n. Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

How Many Generations Dead

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16409 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How many generations dead Lyrics: 1 How many generations dead Dwell in the dust on which we tread! How many yet may spring to birth, When we are seen no more on earth! 2 Till, of past, present and to come, Time shall cast up the destined sum, And, name by name, through that amount, Call every soul to strict account. 3 Where’er ensepulchered they lie, Each then must answer, "Here am I!" And once, but once, all Adam’s race Meet for a moment face to face. 4 Then shall the King on either side, As sheep from goats, the throng divide, And those to bliss, and these to woe, Rejoicing or lamenting go. 5 How small to that assembly this! Yet heirs like them of woe or bliss: Were the last trumpet now to sound, With sheep or goats would we be found? 6 "Guilty" we plead, O Judge of all! Guilty into Thine hands we fall; The friend of sinners still art Thou; Save or we perish, save us now! Languages: English Tune Title: STORRS

A World Of Sinners Once Was Drowned

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16410 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: A world of sinners once was drowned Lyrics: 1 A world of sinners once was drowned, A deluge swept them all away; One family alone had found God’s mercy in that judgment day. 2 Forewarned of wrath to come, they feared, And, taught by God, prepared an ark, Which o’er the waves in sunshine steered, Where all below was dead and dark. 3 Again the Spirit of the Lord Moved on the formless deep and void, And to the Patriarch’s sight restored The relics of that world destroyed: 4 A world without a breathing soul, Or sign of life in plant or tree; Stretched like a corpse from pole to pole, Untraveled land, unvoyaged sea! 5 Then from their hiding place they came, And straightway built an altar there; Whence rose to Heav’n the double flame Of pure burnt sacrifice and prayer. 6 We, in an ark not made with hands, God’s own new covenant of peace, Which on the rock of ages stands, Seek refuge till His anger cease. 7 Then, as the cloud-born rainbow smiled On Noah’s ransomed ones, we trace Our heav’nly Father reconciled In our incarnate Savior’s face. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS

To God Most Awful And Most High

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16413 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: To God most awful and most high Lyrics: 1 To God most awful and most high, Who formed the earth, the sea, the sky; To Him on whom all worlds depend, Our humbled hearts in sighs we send. 2 Will He who hears the ravens cry, Reject our prayers, and bid us die? Will He refuse His keep to yield, Who clothes the lilies of the field? 3 Pale famine lifts at His command, Her withering arm, and blasts the land; The harvests perish at her breath, Her train are want, disease, and death. 4 But when He smiles, the desert blooms, New life is born among the tombs; O’er the glad plains abundance teems, And plenty rolls in bounteous streams. 5 Father of grace whom we adore, Bless Thy large family—the poor; The poor on Thee alone depend, Continue Thou the poor man’s friend. 6 Content to live by toil and pain, May we eternal riches gain; Meanwhile, by Thy free goodness fed, Give us this day our daily bread. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. JOHN'S HIGHLANDS

"Let There Be Light," Thus Spake The Word

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16416 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 "Let there be light," thus spake the Word; The Word was God, "and there was light"; Still the creative voice is heard; A day is born from every night. 2 And every night shall turn to day, While months, and years, and ages roll; But we have seen a brighter ray Dawn on the chaos of the soul. 3 Nor we alone; its wakening smiles Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep: The Word hath reached the utmost isles, God’s Spirit moves upon the deep. 4 Already from the dust of death, Man in his maker’s image stands; Once more inhales immortal breath, And stretches forth to Heav’n his hands. 5 From day to day, before our eyes, Glows and extends the work begun; When shall the new creation rise On every land beneath the sun? 6 When, in the Sabbath of His love, Shall God amidst His labors rest; And, bending from His throne above, Again pronounce His creatures blessed? Languages: English Tune Title: STORRS