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Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9800 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Then let the seventh trumpet sound,
The fiercest lightnings glare;
The mountains melt, the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air.
2 The huge celestial bodies roll
Amidst the general fire,
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire.
3 Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns,
When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.
4 Sublime upon His azure throne,
He speaks th’almighty word;
His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done,
And paradise restored.
5 So be it! let this system end,
These fading earth and skies;
The new Jerusalem descend;
The new creation rise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
How Long Shall Death, The Tyrant, Reign?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9801 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death, the tyrant reign,
And triumph o’er the just,
While the dear blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?
2 When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond desires would pray Him down,
Our love embrace Him here,
3 Let faith arise, and climb the hills,
And from afar descry
How distant are His chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.
4 Lo, I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of Heav’n appears,
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres,
5 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around:
The skies divide to make Him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.
6 I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise,"
And lo, the graves obey,
And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th’expected day.
7 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the middle air,
In shining garments meet their king,
And low adore Him there.
8 O may my humble spirit stand
Amongst them clothed in white!
The meanest place at His right hand
Is infinite delight.
0 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning king
Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love’s triumphant wing! Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE
How Long Shall Death, The Tyrant, Reign?
Laugh, Ye Profane
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9802 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst Lyrics: 1 Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst,
With bold impiety:
Yet shall ye live for ever cursed,
And seek in vain to die.
2 The gasp of your expiring breath
Consigns your souls to chains,
By the last agonies of death
Sent down to fiercer pains.
3 Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,
And all beneath is hell;
Your weighty guilt will sink you deep
Where the old serpent fell.
4 When iron slumbers bind your flesh,
With strange surprise you’ll find
Immortal vigor spring afresh,
And tortures wake the mind!
5 Then you’ll confess the frightful names
Of plagues you scorned before,
No more shall look like idle dreams,
Like foolish tales no more.
6 Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
With flames upon your tongue,
When you exchanged your souls away
For vanity and songs.
7 Behold, the saints rejoice to die,
For Heav’n shines round their heads;
And angel guards prepared to fly,
Attend their fainting beds.
8 Their longing spirits part, and rise
To their celestial seat;
Above these ruinable skies
They make their last retreat.
0 Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways,
I walk with pious souls;
There’s a wide difference in our race,
And distant are our goals. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN
Laugh, Ye Profane
See, World, Upon The Bloody Tree
Author: Paul Gerhardt ; Philipp H. Molther Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9803 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See, world, upon the bloody tree
Thy life there sinks in death;
Covered with stripes and wounds for thee,
Thy Savior yields His breath.
2 Thou Prince of Glory knew’st no sin;
What caused, Thee, then Thy pain?
Thou harmless, undefiled and clean,
What caused Thee to be slain?
3 My sins, as numerous as the sands,
Upon the ocean shore,
Have been the cruel murderous hands
That wounded Thee so sore.
4 Thy anguish, Thy tormenting pain,
And every dreadful woe,
Thou didst so willingly sustain,
My soul should undergo.
5 Thou on Thy shoulders tak’st the whole,
To ease my burdened heart:
Thou bear’st the curse, to bless my soul,
And heal’st me with Thy smart.
6 Thy wondrous love to evidence,
Thou wouldst my surety be;
Thyself would’st pay my debt immense,
Thereby to set me free.
7 Thou art destruction to the grave;
Death’s enemy severe;
That each who was before his slave,
Might now be saved from fear.
8 My debt to Thee, Thou God of Love!
Weak words cannot express;
I cannot here, if there above,
Show proper thankfulness.
9 Grant me but this while I am here,
Since I can nothing give,
Thy sufferings in my heart to bear,
And in Thy death to live! Languages: English Tune Title: BALLERMA
See, World, Upon The Bloody Tree
Behold The Savior Of The World
Author: Joseph Stennett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9804 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold the Savior of the world
Embrued with sweat and gore,
Expiring on that shameful cross,
Where He our sorrows bore!
2 Compassion for lost human race
Brought down God’s only Son,
To veil in flesh His radiant face,
And for their sins atone.
3 Who can to love His name forbear,
That of His sufferings hears,
And finds, the ransom of his soul
Was blood as well as tears?
4 Thy sacred blood, O Son of God!
Which ran from many a wound
When earth and hell’s malicious powers
All compassed Thee around.
5 Joy for Thy torments we receive;
Life in Thy death have found;
For the reproaches of Thy cross
Shall be with glory crowned.
6 May we a grateful sense retain
Of Thy redeeming love!
And live below like those that hope
To live with Thee above! Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM
Behold The Savior Of The World
Death Cannot Make Our Souls Afraid
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9810 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Death cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;
And run, if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,
And view the promised land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.
4 Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death. Languages: English Tune Title: HEREFORD
Death Cannot Make Our Souls Afraid
Death May Dissolve My Body Now
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9813 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Death may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home;
Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
2 With heav’nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord;
Finished my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.
3 God has laid up in Heav’n for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
Shall place it on my head.
4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see
Th’appearance of His Son.
5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe
From every ill design;
And to His heav’nly kingdom keep
This feeble soul of mine.
6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
To Him be highest glory paid.
And endless praise—Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PISGAH
Death May Dissolve My Body Now
Death! 'Tis A Melancholy Day
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9814 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Death! ’tis a melancholy day Lyrics: 1 Death! ’tis a melancholy day,
To those that have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.
2 In vain to Heav’n she lifts her eyes,
But guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.
3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear;
You must be driv’n from earth, and dwell
A long forever there.
4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.
5 He is a God of sovereign love,
That promised Heav’n to me,
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
6 Prepare me, Lord, for Thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day;
Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.
Languages: English Tune Title: NAOMI
Death! 'Tis A Melancholy Day
This World Is All Enchanted Ground
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9817 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 This world is all enchanted ground,
O whither shall I fly?
The vengeful flames are kindling round,
And if I stop, I die.
2 When some kind hand has brought me forth,
How lingering is my pace!
Lord, either drive me by Thy wrath,
Or draw me by Thy grace.
3 O let me not a moment waste,
On this destructive plain;
Hence let me flee with greater haste,
Till I the Zoar gain. Languages: English Tune Title: YORK
This World Is All Enchanted Ground
The Rush May Rise
Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9818 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The rush may rise where waters flow Lyrics: 1 The rush may rise where waters flow,
And flags beside the stream;
But soon their verdure fades and dies
Before the scorching beam.
2 So is the sinner’s hope cut off;
Or, if it transient rise,
’Tis like the spider’s airy web,
From every breath that flies.
3 Fixed on his house, he leans; his house,
And all its props decay:
He holds it fast; but while he holds,
The tottering frame gives way.
4 Fair is his garden, to the sun
His boughs with verdure smile;
And, deeply fixed, his spreading roots
Unshaken stand a while.
5 But forth the sentence flies from Heaven,
That sweeps him from his place;
Which then denies him for its lord,
Nor owns it knew his face.
6 Lo! this the joy of wicked men,
Who Heaven’s high laws despise;
They quickly fall; and in their room,
As quickly others rise.
7 But, for the just, with gracious care,
God will His power employ;
He’ll teach their lips to sing His praise,
And fill their hearts with joy. Languages: English Tune Title: ST ANNE
The Rush May Rise
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