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Lord, How My Numerous Foes Increase

Author: William Goode, 1762-1816 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9827 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord, how my numerous foes increase, Excite my fears, disturb my peace! The powers of hell against me rise, And "God," they cry, "His help denies." 2 But Thou, my glory and my shield, My God, Thy powerful aid shalt yield; On Thee my steadfast hopes repose, To lift my head o’er all my foes. 3 To God I cried―my evening prayer Humbly implored Jehovah’s care; He vowed my wishes to fulfill, And heard me from His holy hill. 4 Then, with His guardian mercy blest, I laid my weary frame to rest; Sweet slumbers closed my peaceful eyes, Nor foes molest, nor fears surprise. 5 Again the shades of darkness flee, I wake, sustained, my God, by Thee; Thy guardian care renews my days, And claims my morning song of praise. 6 Now shall my heart its fears disclaim, I trust in faith Jehovah’s name; Though round my soul ten thousand rage, The Lord shall in my cause engage. 7 Rise, O my Savior, rise and spread, Thy shield, the shelter round my head; Thy cross the serpent’s wrath hath broke, And Satan falls beneath Thy stroke. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His victory claims my highest songs; His blessing all His saints shall share, Then let His saints His praise declare. Languages: English Tune Title: DEVONSHIRE
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No Common Vision This I See

Author: John Norris, 1657-1711; Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11106 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 No common vision this I see In more than human majesty, Who is this mighty Hero, who, With glorious terror on His brow? 2 His deep dyed crimson robes outvie The blushes of the morning sky; Lo! how triumphant He appears And victory in His visage wears! 3 How strong, how stately does He go! Pompous and solemn is His pace, And full of majesty His face, Who is this mighty hero, who? 4 "’Tis I, who to My promise stand: I, who sin, death, hell, and the grave Have foiled with this all conquering hand: ’Tis I, the Lord, mighty to save." 5 Why wear’st Thou then this crimson dye; Say Thou, all conquering hero, why? Why do Thy garments look all red Like them that in the wine vat tread? 6 "The wine press I alone have trod, That ponderous mass I plied alone: And with me to assist was none: A task worthy the Son of God! 7 "Angels stood trembling at the sight, Enraged I put forth all My might, And down the engine pressed; the force Put frighted nature out of course. 8 "The blood gushed out, and checkered o’er My garments with its deepest gore. With glorious stains bedecked I stood, And writ My victory in blood. 9 "The day, the signal day is come Vengeance of all My foes to take; The day, when death shall have its doom, And the dark Kingdom’s powers shall shake. 10 "I looked, who to assist stood by: Trembled Heav’n’s hosts, nor ventured nigh: E’en to My Father did I look In pain: My Father Me forsook. 11 "A while amazed I was to see None to uphold or comfort Me: Then I arose in might arrayed, And called My fury to My aid. 12 "My single arm the battle won, And strait th’ acclaiming Hosts above Hymned, in new songs of joy and love, Jehovah and His conquering Son." Languages: English Tune Title: DEVONSHIRE

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