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Pardon and Strength from CHRIST

Hymnal: PH1773 #XXXVI (1773) First Line: Father, we wait to feel thy Grace Lyrics: 1 Father, we wait to feel thy Grace, to see thy Glories shine; The Lord will his own Table bless, and make the Feast divine. We touch, we taste the heav'nly Bread, we drink the sacred Cup; With outward Forms our Sense is fed, our Souls rejoice in Hope. 2 We shall appear before the Throne of our forgiving God, Dress'd in the Garments of his Son, and sprinkled with his Blood. We shall be strong to run the Race, and climb the upper Sky; Christ will provide our Souls with Grace, He bought a large Supply. 3 Let us indulge a chearful Frame, for Joy becomes a Feast; We love the Mem'ry of his Name more than the Wine we taste. Languages: English

Grace and Glory by the Death of CHRIST

Hymnal: PH1773 #XXXVII (1773) First Line: Sitting around our Father's Board Lyrics: 1 Sitting around our Father's Board, we raise our tuneful Breath; Our Faith beholds her dying Lord, and dooms our Sins to Death. We see the Blood of Jesus shed, whence all our Pardons rise; The Sinner views th' Atonement made, and loves the Sacrifice. 2 Thy cruel Thorns, thy shameful Cross, procure us heav'nly Crowns; Our highest Gain springs from thy Loss; our Healing from thy Wounds. Oh! 'tis impossible that we, who dwell in feeble Clay, Should equal Suff'rings bear for Thee, or equal Thanks repay. Languages: English

The View of Divine Glories excite our Graces

Hymnal: PH1773 #XXXVIII (1773) First Line: How are thy Glories here display'd Lyrics: 1 How are thy Glories here display'd, Great God! how bright they shine, While, at thy Word, we eat the Bread, and drink the fragrant Wine! Here thy revenging Justice stands, and pleads its dreadful Cause; Here saving Mercy spreads her Hands, like Jesus on the Cross. 2 Thy Saints attend with ev'ry Grace, on this great Sacrifice; And love appears with chearful Face, and Faith with fixed Eyes. Our Hope in waiting Posture sits, to Heav'n directs her Sight; Here ev'ry warmer Passion meets, and warmer Pow'rs unite. 3 Zeal and Revenge perform their Part, and rising Sin destroy; Repentance comes with aching Heart, and yet excites the Joy. Dear Saviour, change our Faith to Sight, let Sin for ever die; Then shall our Souls be all Delight, and ev'ry Tear be dry. Languages: English

A new Song to the LAMB slain

Hymnal: PH1773 #XXXIX (1773) First Line: Behold the Glories of the Lamb Lyrics: 1 Behold the Glories of the Lamb amidst his Father’s Throne; Prepare new Honours for his Name, and Songs before unknown. Let Elders worship at his Feet, the Church adore around, With Vials full of Odours sweet, and Harps of sweetest Sound. 2 Those are the Prayers of the Saints, and these the Hymns they raise: Jesus is kind to our Complaints, he loves to hear our Praise. Eternal Father, who shall look into thy secret Will? Who but the son should take that Book, and open ev'ry Seal? 3 He shall fulfil thy great Decrees, the Son deserves it well; Lo in his Head the Sovereign Keys of Heav'n, and Death,and Hell! Now to the Lamb that once was slain, be endless Blessings paid; Salvation, Glory, Joy remain for ever on thy Head. 4 Thou hast redeem'd our Souls with Blood, hast set the Pris’ners free, Hast made us Kings and Priests to God, and we shall reign with thee. The Worlds of Nature and of Grace are put beneath thy Pow'r Then shorten these delaying Days, and bring the promis'd Hour. Languages: English

CHRIST'S Compassion to the Weak and Tempted

Hymnal: PH1773 #XL (1773) First Line: With Joy we meditate the Grace Lyrics: 1 With Joy we meditate the Grace of our High Priest above; His Heart is made of Tenderness, H\his Bowels melt with Love. Touch'd with a Sympathy within, he knows our feeble Frame; He knows what sore Temptations mean, F\for he hath felt the same. 2 But spotless, innocent and pure the great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery Darts he bore, and did resist to Blood. He in the Days of feeble Flesh pour'd out his Cries and Tears, And in his Measure feels afresh what ev'ry Member bears. 3 He'll never quench the smoaking Flax, but raise it to a Flame; The bruised Reed he never breaks, nor scorns the meanest Name. Then let our humble Faith address his Mercy and his Pow'r, We shall obtain deliv'ring Grace in the distressing Hour. Languages: English

The Christian Race

Hymnal: PH1773 #XLI (1773) First Line: Awake our Souls (away our Fears Lyrics: 1 Awake our Souls, (away, our Fears, Let every trembling Thought be gone,) Awake, and run the Heav'nly Race, And put a chearful Courage on. True, 'tis a strait and thorny Road, And mortal Spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint. 2 The mighty God whose matchless Pow'r Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless Years Their everlasting Circles run. From Thee, the overflowing Spring, Our Souls shall drink a fresh Supply While such as trust their native Strength Shall melt away and drop, and die. 3 Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air, We'll mount aloft to thine Abode; On Wings of Love our Souls shall fly, Nor tire amid'st the heav'nly Road. Languages: English

The Christian Warfare

Hymnal: PH1773 #XLII (1773) First Line: Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears Lyrics: 1 Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears, And gird the Gospel Armour on; March to the Gates of endless Joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone. Hell and thy Sins resist thy Course, But Hell and Sin are vanquish'd Foes; Thy Jesus nail'd 'em to the Cross, And sung the Triumph when he rose. 2 What tho' thine inward Lusts rebel? 'Tis but a struggling Gasp for Life; The Weapons of victorious Grace Shall slay thy Sins, and end the Strife. Then let my Soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly Gate, There Peace and Joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring Robes for Conqu'rors wait. 3 There shall I wear a starry Crown, And triumph in Almighty Grace, While all the Armies of the Skies Join in my Glorious Leader's Praise. Languages: English

Death and Burial of Saints

Hymnal: PH1773 #XLIII (1773) First Line: Why do we mourn departing Frineds Lyrics: 1 Why do we mourn departing Friends; or shake at Death's Alarms? 'Tis but the Voice that Jesus sends to call them to his Arms. Are we not tending upward too, as fast as Time can move? Nor would we wish the Hours more Slow to keep us from our Love. 2 Why should we tremble to convey their Bodies to the Tomb? There the dear Flesh of Jesus lay, and left a long Perfume. The Graves of all his Saints he bless'd, and softened every Bed; Where should the dying Members rest, but with the dying Head? 3 Thence he arose, ascending high, and shew'd our Feet the Way; Up to the Lord our Flesh shall fly, at the Great rising Day. Then let the last loud Trumpet sound, and bid our Kindred rise; Awake, ye Nations under Ground; ye Saints ascend the Skies. Languages: English

The beatifick Sight of Christ

Hymnal: PH1773 #XLIV (1773) First Line: From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise Lyrics: 1 From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise, and run eternal Rounds, Beyond the Limits of the Skies, and all created Bounds. The holy Triumphs of my Soul shall Death itself out brave, Leave dull Mortality behind, and fly beyond the Grave. 2 There where my blessed Jesus reigns, in Heav'n's unmeasur'd Space, I'll spend a long Eternity in Pleasure and in Praise. Millions of Years my wond'ring Eyes shall o'er thy Beauties rove, And endless Ages I'll adore, the Glories of thy Love. 3 Sweet Jesus, ev'ry Smile of thine shall fresh Endearments bring; And thousand Tastes of new Delight from all thy Graces spring. Haste, my Beloved, fetch my Soul up to thy bless'd Abode; Fly, for my Spirit longs to see my Saviour and my God. Languages: English

The humble Worship of Heaven

Hymnal: PH1773 #XLV (1773) First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see Lyrics: 1 Father, I long, I faint to see the Place of thine Abode; I'd leave thine earthly Courts, and flee up to thy Seat, my God! Here I behold thy distant Face, and 'tis a pleasing Sight; But to abide in thine Embrace is Infinite Delight. 2 I'd part with all the Joys of Sense to gaze upon thy Throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, unspeakable, unknown. There all the heav'nly Hosts are seen, in shining Ranks they move, And drink immortal Vigour in with Wonder, and with Love. 3 Then at thy Feet with awful Fear th' adoring Armies fall; With Joy they shrink to NOTHING there, before th' Eternal ALL. There I would vie with all the Host in Duty and in Bliss; While LESS THAN NOTHING I could boast, and VANITY confess. 4 The more thy Glories strike mine Eyes the humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise unmeasurably high. Languages: English