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Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 39 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love appear: Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face, Or if my feet did e'er depart, 'Twas never with a wicked heart. 3 What sore temptations broke my rest! What wars and strugglings in my breast! But thro' thy grace that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin. 4 That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will; When shall thy spirit's sov'reign power Destroy it that it rise no more? 5 [With an impartial hand the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward; The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they; And men that love revenge shall know God hath an arm of vengeance too] Scripture: Psalm 18:20-26

Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame

Appears in 78 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom drest, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles, and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise. Thus God in ev'ry creature shines: Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace. Pause. 5 I love the volumes of thy word: What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 From the discov'ries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw: These are my study and delight; Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace pass'd, Appears so pleasing to the sight. 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. Scripture: Psalm 19

I will extol thee, Lord, on high

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 69 hymnals Lyrics: 1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high; At thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is: Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless, While you record his holiness. 3 His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days: Tho' grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy. Scripture: Psalm 30

The King of saints, how fair his face

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 86 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The King of saints, how fair his face, Adorn'd with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The queen array'd in purest gold; The world admires her heav'nly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 He forms her beauties like his own; He calls and seats her near his throne: Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The Idols of thy native state. 4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies, And all thy sons (a num'rous train) Each like a prince in glory reign. 6 Let endless honors crown his head; Let ev'ry age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love. Scripture: Psalm 45

Far as thy name is known

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 187 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Far as thy name is known, The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, Their songs of honor raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well: 4 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, And make a fair report. 5 How decent and how wise! How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die; Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. Scripture: Psalm 48:10-14

Why doth the man of riches grow

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 44 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honors flow With ev'ry rising tide? 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self same clay, And boast as tho' his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die.] 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The tim'rous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, 'My house shall ever stand: 'And that my name may long abide, 'I'll give it to my land.' 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost; How soon his mem'ry dies! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcase lies. Pause. 8 This is the folly of their way; And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honor raise them high, Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. 10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, In terror and despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14

The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth

Appears in 33 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay: His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2 Behold! the judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near, let all things come, To hear his justice and the sinner's doom: 'But gather first my saints,' (the judge commands) 'Bring them, ye angels, from the distant lands. 3 'Behold! my cov'nant stands for ever good, 'Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, 'And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, 'That paid the ancient worship or the new, 'There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, 'And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. 4 'I, their almighty Savior and their God, 'I am their judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad 'My just, eternal sentence, and declare 'Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear; 'Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; 'I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 'Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain 'Do I condemn thee: bulls and goats are vain 'Without the flames of love: in vain the store 'Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before; 'Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, 'Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed: 6 'If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? 'When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock'a blood? 'Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 'Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? 'Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, 'Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 'Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please 'A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? 'While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, 'Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong! 'In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; 'Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends. 8 'Silent I waited with long suff'ring love; 'But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? 'And cherish such an impious thought within, 'That God the righteous, would indulge thy sin? 'Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, 'And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.' 9 Sinners awake betimes! ye fools, be wise! Awake before this dreadful morning rise? Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend; Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50

The God of glory sends his summons forth

Appears in 70 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north: From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold! the judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 'Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come, 'To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom; 'But gather first my saints,' (the judge commands) 'Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.' When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 4 'Behold! my cov'nant stands for ever good, 'Seal'd by th' eternal aacrifice in blood, 'And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew! 'That paid the ancient worship or the new.' There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 'Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones 'And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. 'Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd 'Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward.' When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion: And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause 1. 6 "I am the Savior, I th' almighty God: 'I am the judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad 'My just eternal sentence, and declare 'Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7 'Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, 'Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: 'Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saints' attire, 'I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.' Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 'Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain 'Do I condemn thee: bulls and goats are vain 'Without the flame of love: in vain the store 'Of brutal off'rings that were mine before.' Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 'If I were hungry would I ask thee food? 'When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? 'Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, 'Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.' All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 10 'Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 'Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? 'Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, 'Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. Pause 2. 11 'Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please 'A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? 'While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, 'Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.' Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 'In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; 'Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends; 'While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, 'His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.' God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13 'Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love; 'But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? 'And cherish such an impious thought within, 'That the All Holy would indulge thy sin.' See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 'Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, 'And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; 'Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear 'Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.' Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema: 15 'Sinners awake betimes; ye fools be wise; 'Awake before this dreadful morning rise: 'Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, 'Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend.' Then join, the saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50

Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 786 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but don's surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace: Great God! thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean: Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Scripture: Psalm 51

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 217 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death: Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: O make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 4 Behold, I fall before thy face, My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean, The leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, my God! thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone: Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51