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The Lord, the judge, his churches warns

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 51 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the judge, his churches warns; Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit: A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbors wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practice ev'ry sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure, and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliv'rer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50

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 785 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

O thou that hear'st when sinners cry!

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 342 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry! Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart, my God, my king, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Savior's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song! And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness! Scripture: Psalm 51

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 49 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes: Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise? 2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath; And as my days advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love: O! make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51

O God of mercy! hear my call

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 118 hymnals Lyrics: 1 God of mercy! hear my call, My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall, That bars me from my love. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. 3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone: The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-17

O God, my refuge! hear my cries

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 52 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge! hear my cries, "Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I'd fly, and make a long remove, From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call Can save me here as well. Pause; 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain; My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8

Let sinners take their course

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 162 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. 2 My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light; I'll seek his blessing ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God! While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod. 4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. 5 But I,with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord; I'll cast my burden on his arm, And rest upon his word. 6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly pow'r can move. Scripture: Psalm 55:15-17