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Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine, That crucify'd my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood! 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed; Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilst, with a melting broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd'rers too. Languages: English

My thoughts on awful subjects roll

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends Herself a frighted ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love. Languages: English

Early my God, without delay

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLVIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Early my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face, My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 I’ve seen thy glory and thy pow'r, Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heav’nly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 5 Not life herself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Languages: English

Why should we start and fear to die?

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XLIX (1801) Lyrics: 1 Why should we start and fear to die? What tim’rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate to endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through Death’s iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Languages: English

The glorious day is drawing nigh

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #V (1801) Lyrics: 1 The glorious day is drawing nigh, When Sion's light shall come: She shall arise and shine on high Bright as the morning sun. The north and south their suns resign, And earth's foundations bend; Adorn'd as a bride Jerusalem, All-glorious shall descend. 2 The king that bears the golden crown, The azure, flaming bow; The holy city shall bring down To bless his saints below. When Sion's bleeding conqu'ring king, Shall sin and death destroy; The morning stars together sing, And Sion shout for joy. 3 The holy, bright, musician bands Who sing on harps of gold, Palms in their hands they upward tend, Fair Salem to behold! Ascending on such melting strains, Jehovah's name they bear: Such shouts thro' earth's extensive plains, Was never heard before! 4 Let satan rage and boast no more, Ye fiends of darkness fly; Though saints are feeble, weak, and poor, Their great Redeemer's nigh. He is their shield— their hiding place— A covert from the wind— Streams from the rock in the wilderness, Throughout this weary land. 5 The chrystal streams run down from heav'n, They issue from the throne: The floods of strife away are driv'n, The church becomes but one. That peaceful union she shall know, And live upon his love! And shout and sing of grace below, As angels do above! Languages: English

Hallelujah to the Lamb

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #L (1801) First Line: From regions of Love, lo! an angel descended Lyrics: 1 From regions of Love, lo! an angel descended, And told the strange news, how the babe was attended! "Go, shepherds, and visit this wonderful stranger, "See yonder bright star— there's your God in a manger!" Chorus: Hallelujah to the Lamb Who has purchas'd our pardon, We will praise him again When we pass over Jordan. 2 Glad tidings I bring unto you and each nation, Glad tidings of joy, now behold your salvation: Then sudden a multitude raise their glad voices, And shout the Redeemer, whole Heaven rejoices. [Chorus] 3 Now glory to God in the highest is given, Now glory to God, is re-echo'd thro' Heaven: Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory. [Chorus] 4 Enraptur'd I burn with delight and desire, Such love, so divine, sets my soul all on fire: Around the bright throne now hosannas are ringing, O, when shall I join them, and ever be singing— [Chorus] 5 Triumphantly ride in thy chariot victorious, And conquer with love, O Jesu, all glorious: Thy banners unfurl, let the nations surrender, And own thee their Saviour, their God, and Defender. [Chorus] Languages: English

Ye virgin souls arise

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #LI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Ye virgin souls arise, With all the dead awake! Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Upstarting at the midnight cry Behold the heavenly bridegroom nigh. 2 He comes, he comes to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are. Made ready for your full reward Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go meet him in the sky, Your everlasting friend— Your head to glorify— With all his saints ascend. Ye pure in heart obtain the grace, To see, without a veil, his face. 4 Ye that have here receiv'd The unction from above, And in his spirit liv'd, Obedient to his love. Jesus shall claim you for His bride— Rejoice with all the sanctified. 5 The everlasting doors, Shall soon the saints receive, Above yon angel powers In glorious joy to live: Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. 6 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet’s welcome sound, To see our Lord appear, Watching let us be found; When Jesus doth the heavens bow, Be found—as Lord, thou find’st us now! Languages: English

Lord what a wretched land is this

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #LII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Lord what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply? No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy. 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mortal poisons grow; And all the rivers that are found, With dangerous waters flow. 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode Lies thro' this horrid land; Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at thy command. 4 Our souls shall tread the desart through, With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue The terrors that we meet. 5 A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; But Judah's lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home. 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below With scarce a twinkling ray; But the bright world to which we go Is everlasting day. 7 By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy fears We trace the sacred road— Thro' dismal deeps and dang'rous snares We make our way to God. 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward still. Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. 9 See the kind angels at the gates Inviting us to come. There Jesus the fore-runner waits, To welcome trav'llers home. 10 There, on a green, and flow'ry mount, Our weary souls shall sit; And with transporting joys, recount The labours of our feet. 11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, Nor trifles vex our ear; Infinite grace shall be our song, And God rejoice to hear. 12 Eternal glories to the king That brought us safely through. Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew. Languages: English

Lo! we see the sign appearing

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #LIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Lo! we see the sign appearing, Jesus comes the Judge severe, Hell is trembling with a quaking Sinners shrink with awful fear; Come to judgment! come to judgment! Stand your awful doom to hear. 2 See the world in flames is burning, Mountains and hills away they fly, The moon in blood, the stars are flaming, Comets blazing through the sky. Thunder rolling! thunders rolling! Sinners now for help they cry. 3 From the general conflagration, Mounts the righteous up on high, Gain the hope of their salvation, Live with God no more to die. Hallelujah, hallelujah, Glory to the Lamb they cry. 4 Stop my soul, look back and wonder See the wicked left behind, Hear them crying, weeping, wailing, for a moment's ease to find, Doom'd to sorrow, doom'd to sorrw, In the lake of hell confin'd Languages: English

And are we yet alive

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #LIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For His redeeming grace. 2 Preserv'd by pow'r divine, To feel salvation here; Again in Jesus' name we join, And in his sight appear. 3 What troubles have we seen, What conflicts have we past; Fightings without and fears within, Since we assembled last. 4 But out of all, the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he does his help afford, And hides our life above. 5 Then let us make our boast, Of his redeeming pow'r; Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more. 6 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain; And gladly reckon all things lost, So we may Jesus gain. Languages: English