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I'll of salvation take the cup

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 13 I’ll of salvation take the cup, and on the Lord’s name call; 14 I’ll pay my vows unto the Lord before his people all. 15 Dear in his sight is his saints’ death. 16 Thy servant, Lord, am I; thy servant sure, thine handmaid’s son: my bands thou didst untie. 17 Thank-offerings I to thee will give, and on the Lord’s name call. 18 I’ll pay my vows now to the Lord before his people all, 19 within the courts of the Lord’s house, within the midst of thee, O city of Jerusalem. Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 116:13-19 Used With Tune: ST PAUL (ABERDEEN)
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Laugh, Ye Profane

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals 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. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, Book I, 1706
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To God, Ye Choir Above, Begin

Author: Philip Skelton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 To God, ye choir above, begin A hymn so loud and strong, That all the universe may hear And join the grateful song. 2 Praise Him, thou sun, who dwells unseen Amidst transcendent light, Where thy refulgent orb would seem A spot, as dark as night. 3 Thou silver moon, ye host of stars, The universal song Through the serene and silent night To listening worlds prolong. 4 Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns, From whence no travelling ray Hath yet to us, through ages past, Had time to make its way. 5 Assist, ye raging storms, and bear On rapid wings His praise, From north to south, from east to west, Through heaven, and earth, and seas. 6 Exert your voice, ye furious fires That rend the watery cloud, And thunder to this nether world Your Maker’s words aloud. 7 Ye works of God, that dwell unknown Beneath the rolling main; Ye birds, that sing among the groves, And sweep the azure plain; 8 Ye stately hills, that rear your heads, And towering pierce the sky; Ye clouds, that with an awful pace Majestic roll on high; 9 Ye insects small, to which one leaf Within its narrow sides A vast extended world displays, And spacious realms provides; 10 Ye race, still less than these, with which The stagnant water teems, To which one drop, however small, A boundless ocean seems; 11 Whate’er ye are, where’er ye dwell, Ye creatures great or small, Adore the wisdom, praise the power, That made and governs all. 12 And if ye want or sense or sounds, To swell the grateful noise, Prompt mankind with that sense, and they Shall find for you a voice. 13 From all the boundless realms of space Let loud hosannas sound; Loud send, ye wondrous works of God, The grateful concert round. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN
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God is of mine inheritance

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 16:5-11 Used With Tune: ST. PAUL

How glad I was to hear men say

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 122 Used With Tune: ST PAUL Text Sources: Based on Scottish Psalter 1650
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So Lowly Doth the Savior Ride

Author: Almer T. Pennewell, 1876-? Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1. So lowly doth the Savior ride A paltry borrowed beast, Nor pomp, nor show, nor lofty pride, Nor boast above the least. 2. His scepter is His kindliness, His grandeur is His grace, His royalty is holiness, And love is in His face. 3. ’Tis thus the great Messiah came To break the tyrants’ will, To heal the people of their shame, And nobleness instill. 4. Ride on, O King, ride on Your way, While men of low degree Exalt and usher in the day Of peace we long to see. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN
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Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 8 Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace shall hidden streams disclose, and open full the sacred spring, whence life for ever flows. 9 Bless’d is the man that overcomes; I’ll own him for a son; a rich inheritance rewards the conquests he hath won. 10 But bloody hands and hearts unclean, and all the lying race, the faithless, and the scoffing crew, who spurn at offer'11d grace; 11 They, seiz'd by justice, shall be doom'd in dark abyss to lie, and in the fiery burning lake the second death shall die. 12 O may we stand before the Lamb, when earth and seas are fled, and hear the judge pronounce our name, with blessings on our head! Scripture: Revelation 21:1-9 Used With Tune: ST PAUL (ABERDEEN)
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رب اقض لي لأنني سلكت بالكمال

Author: الياس بن موسى بن سمعان صالح Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 26 Used With Tune: ST. PAUL
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لقد فرحت من صميم القلب أطرب

Author: الياس بن موسى بن سمعان صالح Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 122 Used With Tune: ST. PAUL
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Long Sunk In Superstition's Night

Author: Michael M. Dutt Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Long sunk in superstition’s night By sin and Satan driven, I saw not, cared not, for the light, That leads the blind to Heaven. 2 I sat in darkness—reason’s eye Was shut, was closed in me: I hastened to eternity O’er error’s dreadful sea. 3 But now at length Thy grace, O Lord, Bids all around me shine: I drink Thy sweet, Thy precious word; I kneel before Thy shrine. 4 I’ve broke affection’s tenderest ties For my blest Savior’s sake: All, all I love beneath the skies Lord, I for Thee forsake. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN

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