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Arising From Thy Holy Place

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10646 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: Arising from Thy holy place, Almighty Lord, appear; To choose again Thy chosen race, To claim Thy portion here; Brought back into the promised land, Thine ancient flock restore, That all mankind may see Thy hand, And silently adore! Languages: English Tune Title: ALIDA

Thy Church, O God, Shall Find Fulfilled

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10649 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: Thy Church, O God, shall find fulfilled Thy sure prophetic word: The Branch, the Man divine, shall build The temple of the Lord; The temple of the Lord are these Who still in Christ abide, ’Till raised to perfect righteousness, Are wholly sanctified. Languages: English Tune Title: CHOTEAU

Child, Your Father Calls

Author: Ann M. Stockton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10658 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Come home, dear sinner, while the light Refrain First Line: Come home, come home Lyrics: 1 Come home, dear sinner, while the light Is beaming on your way, The door stands open wide for you, Return while yet you may. Refrain: Come home, come home, Dear child, come home, Your Father bids you come; Come home, come home, Just now come home, O weary wanderer, come. 2 Come home, dear sinner; by the cross The Savior waits for you; He’ll cleanse away your earthly dross, And make you happy, too. [Refrain] 3 Come home, dear sinner, while you feel The Spirit move your heart; While at the mercy seat you kneel, With every idol part. [Refrain] 4 Come home, dear sinner, while you may, The Church is calling, too; With earnest faith begin to pray, And Heav’n will welcome you. [Refrain] 5 Come home, dear sinner, Jesus’ blood Can wash out every stain; Plunge now into the crimson flood Of Him who once was slain. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: BELFAST

Jesus, We Own Thy Saving Power

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10662 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus, we own Thy saving power, And Thy victorious hand; Hell’s legions tremble at Thy feet, And fly at Thy command. 2 O’er souls, by passion’s uproar filled With anarchy unknown, The nobler powers, restored by Thee, Ascend their peaceful throne. 3 No more they rend their clothing off, No more their wounds repeat; But gentle and composed they wait Attentive at Thy feet. 4 O’er thousands more, where Satan rules, May we such triumphs see; And be their rescued souls and ours Devoted, Lord, to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: CROWLE

Let All The Lands, With Shouts Of Joy

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10715 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Let all the lands with shouts of joy Lyrics: 1 Let all the lands with shouts of joy To God their voices raise; Sing psalms in honor of His name, And spread His glorious praise. 2 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord, In all Thy works art Thou! To Thy great power Thy stubborn foes Shall all be forced to bow. 3 Thro’ all the earth the nations round Shall Thee their God confess; And with glad hymns their awful dread Of Thy great name express. 4 O! come, behold the works of God, And then with me you’ll own, That He to all the sons of men Has wondrous judgments shown. 5 He made the sea become dry land, Thro’ which our fathers walked; Whilst to each other of His might With joy His people talked. 6 He by His power for ever rules; His eyes the world survey: Let no presumptuous man rebel Against His sovereign sway. 7 O! all ye nations, bless our God, And loudly speak His praise; Who keeps our souls alive, and still Confirms our steadfast ways. 8 For Thou hast tried us, Lord, as fire Does try the precious ore: Thou brought’st us into straits where we Oppressing burdens bore. 9 Insulting foes did us, their slaves, Thro’ fire and water chase; But yet at last Thou brought’st us forth Into a wealthy place. 10 Burnt offerings to Thy house I’ll bring, And there my vows I’ll pay; Which I with solemn zeal did make In trouble’s dismal day. 11 Then shall the richest incense smoke, The fattest rams shall fall, The choicest goats from out the fold, And bullocks from the stall. 12 O! come, all ye that fear the Lord, Attend with heedful care; Whilst I, what God for me has done, With grateful joy declare. 13 As I before His aid implored, So now I’ll praise His name; Who, if my heart, had harbored sin, Would all my prayers disclaim. 14 But God to me, whene’er I cried, His gracious ear did bend; And to the voice of my request, With constant love attend. 15 Then blessed for ever be my God, Who never, when I pray, Withholds His mercy from my soul, Nor turns His face away. Languages: English Tune Title: LANSING

The Second Miraculous Draught

Author: Herbert Kynaston Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10771 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: When Jesus stood upon the shore Lyrics: 1 When Jesus stood upon the shore, Athwart the lonely wave The fishers watched, nor knew the Lord New risen from the grave. All night they toiled, and nothing took, But now they cast aright; And morning’s beams are mingling with The risen Savior’s light. 2 Poor store and mean could they but glean, When first they smote the deep; No net was hurled to wake the world, Till He had woke from sleep: O, glorious was the fishing then, No mixing in the throw The refuse with the great and good, All safely gathered now. 3 No severed toils, no sinking ships, No frighted fisher’s cry, "Depart from me, O Lord, depart, A sinful man am I!" Fivescore the sea, and fifty-three, Wrung from its niggard breast, To bless the man whom Jesus loved, And him who loved Him best. 4 Though numbered now, they tell of saints Unnumbered at the day, When sea and shore shall be no more, And time shall pass away. Men-fishers true the warning knew, To heal the midnight’s dearth, With knots new-strung the net was flung Whose cords should sweep the earth. 5 Still more they drew, as morning grew, Embosomed in the fold, The sceptered monarch on the throne, The merchant and his gold; The baron mailed, in moated halls, The young, the old, and yet, For all they were so many there, Not broken was the net. Languages: English Tune Title: ALAMEDA

Thomas With The Ten

Author: Herbert Kynaston Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10772 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: O, enter then the Temple, when Lyrics: 1 O, enter then the Temple, when The Lord still passes in; The one without was first to doubt, The blessing last to win. O cruel! must thy hand be thrust Thy source of life so near; Thy Lord assail, hard as the nail, Unkinder than the spear? 2 Yet, see, He comes with peace again, With only peace to all; No breathing now upon the brow Where soon the fire shall fall: Scarce will that eye His wounds descry, No hand He now extends; How should that flesh be probed afresh Here, in the house of friends? 3 So now, thy Lord, thy God confess, Believe and worship, too, And first adore—yet they have more Who deem the witness true. Thy faith has been but what was seen— Blest they who still believe What eye nor ear shall see or hear, Nor heart of man conceive! 4 O, on my body, not on Thine, Lord Jesus, let me see The blessèd marks of love divine, Which Thou hast borne for me; Compunctions sweet on hands and feet, The pierced, the open heart; Or e’er, without one faithless doubt, I see Thou as Thou art. Languages: English Tune Title: ADAMSTOWN

Come, Praise The Lord

Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10787 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Come praise the Lord, exalt His name Lyrics: 1 Come praise the Lord, exalt His name, Our Savior and our king; ’Tis meet we should His love proclaim, And hallelujah sing. 2 The theme is high, the work is sweet; Your harps for concert string; ’Tis blessèd thus in love to meet, And hallelujah sing. 3 How great, how precious is His name! How poor the praise we bring! His people still should own His claim, And hallelujah sing. 4 Sustained by faith, and upward borne, As if on eagle’s wing, We praise our Lord, forget to mourn, And hallelujah sing. 5 A day will come, its dawn we greet, When Heav’n itself shall ring; When all the saints with joy shall meet, And hallelujah sing. Languages: English Tune Title: APOCALYPSE

In Vain My Fancy Strives To Paint

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10789 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death; The glories that surround the saints, When yielding up their breath. 2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks, We scarce can say, They’re gone! Before the willing spirit takes Her mansion near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace her in her flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides that world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, They are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Savior rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise His name, His face they always view; Then let us followers be of them, That we may praise Him too. 6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, Should make their memory dear; And, Lord, do Thou the prayers fulfill, They offered for us here. 7 While they have gained, we losers are, We miss them day by day; But Thou canst every breach repair, And wipe our tears away. 8 We pray, as in Elisha’s case, When great Elijah went, May double portions of Thy grace, To us who stay, be sent. Languages: English Tune Title: ANCYRA

Jesus, Our Lord, Ascend Thy Throne

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10893 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus, our Lord, ascend Thy throne, And near the Father sit; In Sion shall Thy power be known, And make Thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall Thy Gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own Thy sovereign grace. 3 God hath pronounced a firm decree, Nor changes what He swore: “Eternal shall Thy priesthood be, When Adam is no more. 4 "Melchizedek, that wondrous priest, That king of high degree, That holy man who Abraham blessed Was but a type of Thee." 5 Jesus our priest for ever lives To plead for us above; Jesus our king for ever gives The blessings of His love. 6 God shall exalt His glorious head, And His high throne maintain; Shall strike the powers and princes dead Who dare oppose His reign. Languages: English Tune Title: AMESBURY