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A solemn march we make

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure leave. 2 O what a striking scene, In this cold grave appears, A mortal turn'd to dust again, Quite spun out all his years. 3 And we who now attend, Must soon resign our breath, God will the solemn summons send, By dreadful ghastly death. 4 If I the next should be, That crumble with the dust; My soul what then becomes of thee? Hast thou a lot with Christ? 5 Since I attended here, My moments swiftly glide, And death upon their wings they bear, A quick, perpetual tide. 6 Now let me home return, And strive my soul to save; Lest I in Hell should ever burn, And with the damned rave. 7 Jesus, despised friend, I'll slight thy love no more; Dear Saviour now that spirit send Which I so griev'd before. 8 Then I'll prepare to meet, My Jesus at his bar, For ever worship at his feet, And sing his praises there. Languages: English

Drest uniform the soldiers are

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXXVIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Drest uniform the soldiers are, When duty calls abroad. Not purchased by their cost or care, But by their prince bestow'd. 2 Christ's soldiers, too, if Christ-like bred, Have a regimental dress; 'Tis linen white, and faced with red, 'Tis Christ's own righteousness. 3 A rich and precious robe it is, Unto the soldier dear. No rose can learn to blush like this, Nor lilly looks so fair. 4 It is one piece and wove throughout, So curiously that none Can dress them in a seamless coat, Till Jesus puts it on. 5 'Tis wrought by Jesus' skilfull hand, 'Tis ting'd in his own blood; It makes the cherubs gazing stand; To view this robe of God. 6 No art of man can weave this robe, 'Tis of such texture fine; Nor could the wealth of all the globe, By purchase make it mine. 7 This vesture never waxeth old, No spot thereon can fall; It makes the solder brisk and bold, And dutiful withall. 8 This robe put on me Lord each day, And it shall hide my shame; Shall make me fight and sing and pray, And bless my captain's name. Languages: English

O when shall I see Jesus

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXXIX (1801) Lyrics: 1 O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, And drink the flowing fountains, Of everlasting love. When shall I be delivered, From this vain world of sin? And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasure in. 2 But now I am a soldier, My captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determin'd To conquer tho' I die, And then away to Jesus, On wings of Love I'll fly; Farewell to sin and sorrow— I bid it all adieu, And you, my friends, be faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles, And trials on the way, Then cast your cares on Jesus, And don't forget to pray. Gird on the heav'nly armour Of faith, and hope, and love. And when your race is ended, You'll reign with Him above. 5 O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend, And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend, Neither will he upbraid you, Tho' often you request, He'll give you Grace to conquer, And take you up to rest. Languages: English

O God my heart with love inflame

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #IV (1801) Lyrics: 1 O God my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name, Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice; Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore, On that eternal happy shore. 2 O hope of Glory, Jesus come! And make my heart thy humble home For the small remnant of my days, I want to sing and shout thy praise. O give me Lord a heart to pray, And live rejoicing every day; For to give thanks in every thing; And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 3 When on my dying bed I lay, Lord give me strength to shout and pray! And praise thee with my latest breath, Until my voice is lost in death. Then brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as you march the solemn road, Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below and I above, We'll shout and praise the God of love, Until that great tremendous day, When Christ shall shout and wake our clay; Then from our dusty beds we'll spring, And shout O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory? We'll shout to all eternity. 5 Our race is o'er we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the Sov'reign of the skies, With smiles unto his children say, Come reign with me in endless day. Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll shout and sing, our sufferings o'er, We'll sing and shout and shout and sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring. Glory Hallelujah. Languages: English

O don't you hear the alarm

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XL (1801) Lyrics: 1 O don't you hear the alarm, Hark— how the trumpet sounds! It is the Lord of glory, That gives the gospel bounds. 2 Come and accept his offer Before it is too late, For Jesus is a calling Before he shuts the gate. 3 Come let us go together, And lift into his band, For Jesus is our captain, He's bounty in his hand. 4 The trumpet is a sounding, It's for more volunteers, Come like a valiant soldier, And cast away your fears. 5 Come who will list with Jesus, A soldier for to make, And like a faithful subject, His armour on you take. 6 He's food and raiment plenty, Enough— and for to spare, All things he has provided, That you have need to wear. 7 Then let us well remember, How Israel was freed, When from the hand of Pharaoh, By Moses they were led. 8 The pillar went before them, And Moses with his rod. No doubt we shall win the day, If we but trust in God. 9 Our enemies are many, On every side they stand. Then let us go together, With weapons in our hand. 10 Let us begin the battle, Like David with his sling— Fight with courage stout and bold, For Jesus Christ our king. 11 Then, when the war is ended, We'll lay our weapons by, And fly aloft to Jesus To reign above the sky. 12 In peace we'll wear the laurel, When our foes are slain. We'll take the large possession, Where peace forever reigns. Languages: English

Wake up my muse, condole the loss

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Wake up my muse, condole the loss Of those that mourn this day— Let tears distil on every face, And every mourner pray. 2 The tyrant, Death, came rushing in, Last night his power did shew, Out of this world this child did take, Death laid its visage low. 3 No more the pleasant child is seen To please its parent's eye, The tender plant, so fresh and green, Is in eternity. 4 The golden bowl by Death is broke, The pitcher's burst in twain, The cistern-wheel has felt the stroke, The pleasant child is slain. 5 The winding-sheet doth bind its limbs, The coffin holds it fast, To-day it's seen by all its friends, But this must be the last. 6 Until the Lord doth come, to judge, The nations great and small, And you and I before him stand, And at his presence fall. Languages: English

Listed into the cause of sin

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Listed into the cause of sin, Why should a good be evil? Music alas! too long has been, Press'd to obey the Devil! Drunken, or lewd or light the lay Flows to the souls undoing, Widens, and strews the flow'rs the way Down to eternal ruin. 2 Who on the part of God will rise? Innocent mirth recover? Fly on the prey and take the prize, Plunder the carnal lover? Strip him of ev'ry moving strain, Ev'ry melting measure, Music in virtue's cause retain, Revive the holy pleasure, 3 Come let us try in Jesus's love Cannot as well inspire us: This is the theme of them above, This upon earth will fire us; Try if your hearts are tun'd to sing; Is there a subject greater? Melody all its strains may bring, Jesus' love is sweeter. 4 Jesus the soul of music is, He is the noblest passion; Jesus's name is life and peace, Happiness and salvation; Jesus's name the dead can raise, Shew us our sins forgiven, Fill us with all the life of grace, And carry us up to heaven. 5 Who hath a right like us to sing Us who his mercy raises? Merry our hearts for Christ is king, Joyful are all our faces. Who of his love doth once partake, He in the lord rejoices; Melody in our hearts we make, Melody with our voices. 6 He that a sprinkled conscience hath, He that in God is merry Let him sing psalms, the spirit saith, Joyful and never be weary; Offer the sacrifice of praise, Hearty and never ceasing; Spiritual songs and anthems raise, Worship and thanks and blessing. 7 Come let us in his praises join, Triumph in his salvation; Glory aspire to love divine, Worship and adoration: Heaven already is begun, Open'd in earth believer; Only believe, and then sing on, Heaven is yours forever. Languages: English

Almighty love inspire

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Almighty love inspire My heart with sacred fire, And animate desire My soul to renew. I love my blessed Jesus, Oh whom bright angels gazes And symphony increases Above the etherial blue. 2 My tender hearted Jesus, Thy love my soul amazes, Thou came for to save us, When lost and undone, No Seraph could redeem us, No Angel could retrieve us, No Arm could relieve us, But Jesus alone. 3 In Him I have believed, And He's my soul retrieved From sin He has redeemed My soul which was dead. And now I love my Saviour, For I am in his favor, And hope with Him for ever, The golden streets to tread. 4 Yet here awhile I stay, In hope of that glad day, When I am call'd away, To the mansions above. There to enjoy the pleasure Of inconsuming treasure, And shout in highest measure Hallelujahs of Love. Languages: English

Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Burst ye em'rald gates and bring, To my raptur'd vision, All the extatic joys, that spring Round the bright elisian: Lo we lift our longing eyes, Break ye intervening skies; Sun of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of Paradise! 2 Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him; Myriads with supreme delight, Instantly adore him; Angel trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim, All the music of his name; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rise, From their princely station; Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy! holy! holy one. 4 Hark— the thrilling symphonies, Seem, methinks to seize us— Join we too the holy lays— Jesus— Jesus— Jesus! Sweetest sound in Seraphs song, Sweetest note on mortals tongue; Sweetest carol ever sung— Jesus— Jesus flow along. Languages: English

Now the Saviour stands a pleading

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Now the Saviour stands a pleading At the sinners bolted heart Now in heaven is interceding, Undertaking sinner's part. Chorus: Sinners can you hate that Saviour, Can you thrust him form your arms; Once he died for your behaviour, Now he calls you to his charms. 2 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed, Shews his wounded hands and feet— Father save them tho' they're blood red, Raise them to an heavenly seat. [Chorus] 3 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, Hear his gracious voice to-day; Turn from all your base behaviour, Now return, repent, and pray. [Chorus] 4 Open now your hearts before him, Bid your Saviour welcome in; Now receive, and love, adore him, Take a full discharge from sin. [Chorus] 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious, Now he stands and looks on thee; See what kindness, love, and pity, Shines around, on you and me. [Chorus] 6 Come! for all things now are ready— Yet there's room for many more. O ye blind, ye lame, and needy, Come to grace's boundless store. [Chorus] Languages: English