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Lord, Thou Hast Won

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 89 hymnals First Line: Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield, My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to Thee; Against Thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against Thy love? Love conquers even me. 2 All that a wretch could do, I tried, Thy patience scorned, Thy power defied, And trampled on Thy laws; Scarcely Thy martyrs at the stake, Could stand more steadfast for Thy sake, Than I in Satan’s cause. 3 But since Thou hast Thy love revealed, And shown my soul a pardon sealed, I can resist no more: Couldst Thou for such a sinner bleed? Canst Thou for such a rebel plead? I wonder and adore! 4 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been: But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Savior I have viewed, And now, I hate my sin. 5 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, Come take possession of Thine own, For Thou hast set me free; Released from Satan’s hard command, See all my powers waiting stand, To be employed by Thee. 6 My will conformed to Thine would move, On Thee my hope, desire, and love, In fixed attention join; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Satan’s servants been too long, But now they shall be Thine. 7 And can I be the very same, Who lately durst blaspheme Thy name, And on Thy Gospel tread? Surely each one, who hears my case, Will praise Thee, and confess Thy grace Invincible indeed! Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1

Redemption, the Wonder of Angels

Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Behold, what splendor, Hear the shout Text Sources: Knapp's Psalmody

Come and see the works of God

Author: Edwin F. Hatfield Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lift up to God the shout of joy
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Light of the world! thy beams I bless!

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: The Christian Life - Conflict and Suffering The faithfulness and power of Christ
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O God of life, in whom we live

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I O God of life, in whom we live, The bounties of Thy favour give, And teach our souls to soar; That, at the source of every good, Our life may find its needful food, And live for evermore. II O Lord of mercy, by whose grace The sinner seeks the Father’s face, And finds a welcome there; When fears the trembling soul distress, And sins the aching heart oppress, O Lord of mercy, spare. III And say to Him who loves Thee best, And sent Thee to a world distressed, His blessing to impart,— “Hear Thou the sinner’s mournful cries, Accept his preferred sacrifice, A broken, contrite heart.” IV Blest Spirit, who in holy flame, At Pentecost all powerful came,— Our sin-stained souls renew; And by Thine all-consuming fire, Consume our sin and vile desire, And make us pure and true. V To God who dwells in highest heaven, Be endless praise and glory given,— And praise to Christ the Son. And to the Holy Spirit blest, For comfort and for gifts the best,— Immortal Three in One. Topics: Aspirations

And Must Thou Perish In Thy Blood?

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: And must thou perish in thy blood Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems (Bristol, England, Felix Farley, 1739) Vol. II
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O God, Regard My Humble Plea

Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 13 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O God, regard my humble plea; I cannot be so far from Thee But Thou wilt hear my cry; When I by trouble am distressed, Then lead me on the rock to rest That higher is than I. 2 In Thee my soul hath shelter found, And Thou hast been from foes around The tower to which I flee. Within Thy house will I abide; My refuge sure, whate’er betide, Thy sheltering wings shall be. 3 For Thou, my God, my vows hast heard, On me the heritage conferred Of those that fear Thy name; A blest anointing Thou dost give, And Thou wilt make me ever live Thy praises to proclaim. 4 Before Thy face shall I abide; O God, Thy truth and grace provide To guard me in the way; So I will make Thy praises known, And, humbly bending at Thy throne, My vows will daily pay. Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: The Psalter (Pittsburgh: United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912)
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O Thou, Who Plead'st The Widow's Cause

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause Lyrics: 1 O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause, Who only canst repair my loss, And sweeten all my woe, Distressed, disconsolate, forlorn, Let me in Thy dear bosom mourn, Nor other comfort know. 2 A desolate soul, Thou know’st, I am; For Thou hast called me by my name, Thy poor afflicted one, Hast in the fiery furnace tried, And chose a mourner for Thy bride, When all my joys were gone. 3 The soul whom more than life I loved, Thy jealous mercy hath removed, To make me wholly Thine: With streaming eyes the Hand I see, And bow me to the just decree, And bless the love Divine. 4 Still would I pour my mournful tears, And all my solemn days, or years, In sacred sadness spend; Instant in strong effectual prayers, Till death release me from my cares, And faith in vision end. 5 For this I in Thy Spirit groan, Forsaken, comfortless, alone I would with God abide; Cut off from man, to Jesus cleave, And never for a moment leave My heav’nly Bridegroom’s side. 6 Allow, dear Lord, the widow’s plea, And oh! shut up my soul with Thee, Against the nuptial feast; Make ready for that glorious day, And then Thy spotless bride convey To Thine eternal rest. Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742, Vol. 2, Part 2
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Gladly I Take Thy Love's Advice

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Gladly I take Thy love’s advice Lyrics: 1 Gladly I take Thy love’s advice, While without money, without price, I come Thy grace to buy, Faith as the golden bullion pure, Which can the fiery test endure, And all my wants supply. 2 I come to buy that richest dress, The saints’ unspotted holiness, The covering from above; To swallow up my sinful shame, Whate’er I have, whate’er I am, In purity of love. 3 All things that I may clearly see, The Spirit which proceeds from Thee, The unction I implore: O might I now the blessing gain, The sight of Thee my Lord obtain, And never lose it more. 4 Jesus, Thy promised Spir’t impart, To cure the blindness of my heart, Mine unbelief to chase, That I Thine open face may see, And spend a blest eternity In ecstasies of praise. Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Short Hymns on Select Passages of Holy Scripture (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)
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Lord, God Of Hosts, Who Dost Fulfill

Author: James Holme Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lord, God of Hosts, who dost ful­fill Lyrics: 1 Lord, God of Hosts, who dost ful­fill In Heav’n and earth Thy so­ve­reign will, For Heav’n and earth are Thine, The coun­cils of our na­tion bless With wis­dom, truth, and ho­li­ness, With light and love di­vine. 2 Whate’er they seek, what­e’er de­cree, O may they lift their hearts to Thee, For Thine al­migh­ty aid. Free them from sin’s cor­rupt­ing sway, Teach them to show the heav’n­ward way Where hum­bler men may tread. 3 Be it their cher­ished, fixed de­sign To make Thy grace, Thy glo­ry shine, And ground our laws in Thee. Thy Church from er­ror to de­fend, Until its light to Heav’n as­cend, And spread from sea to sea. 4 When Thou in ter­ror ris­est forth To sweep the wick­ed from the earth With dread re­sist­less stroke, Our na­tion shield with shel­ter­ing arm, Her tow­er of re­fuge from the storm, Her ev­er­last­ing rock. Used With Tune: MERIBAH Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poetry (London and Edinburgh: J. Brydone and Songs; Richmons: John Bell, 1861)

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