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O when shall I see Jesus

Appears in 465 hymnals 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.
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Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe

Appears in 115 hymnals 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.
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Ye virgin souls arise

Appears in 115 hymnals 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!
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Saviour, I do feel thy merit

Appears in 83 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Saviour, I do feel thy merit, Sprinkled with redeeming blood; And my weary troubled spirit, Now finds rest in thee my God. 2 I am safe, and I am happy While in thy dear arms I lie: Sin and Satan cannot harm me While my Saviour is so nigh. 3 Now I'll sing of Jesus's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any wants his spirit, He is still the very same. 4 He that asketh soon receiveth, He that seeks is sure to find; Who of comfort is bereaved, Jesus never casts behind. 5 Now our advocate is pleading With his Father and our God: Now for us he's interceeding, As the purchase of his blood. 6 Now methinks I hear him praying "Father save them, I have dy'd:" And the Father answers, saying, "They are freely justify'd."
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The glorious day is drawing nigh

Appears in 102 hymnals 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!
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Behold the awful trumpet sounds

Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Behold the awful trumpet sounds, The sleeping dead to raise, And calls the nations under ground: O how the saints will praise! 2 Behold the Saviour how he comes Descending from his throne To burst asunder all our tombs And lead his children home. 3 But who can bear that dreadful day, To see the world in flames: The burning mountains melt away, While rocks run down in streams. 4 The falling stars their orbits leave, The sun in darkness hide; The elements asunder cleave, The moon turn'd into blood! 5 Behold the universal world In consternation stand, The wicked into Hell are turn'd The Saints at God's right hand. 6 O then the music will begin, Their Saviour God to praise: They are all freed from every sin, And thus they'll spend their days!
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Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Appears in 78 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn— My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last, tremendous agony. 2 O could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die! "O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy son." 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But give me mercy in thy son; And, with my broken heart, comply! O give me Jesus, or I die! 6 O Lord deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease my soul from guilt. Good Lord! I mercy hear my cry, And give me Jesus, or I die! 7 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell: O might I enter, now I'm come! Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone.
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O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit

Appears in 113 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet! In sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood; Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love! I love thee my Saviour, I love thee my Dove! I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee, I never shall show. 3 All human expressions are empty and vain, They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame! I'm sure if the tongue of an angel I had, I could not the myst'ry completely describe. 4 I’m happy, I’m happy, O wond'rous account! My days are immortal, I stand on the mount! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 5 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest: My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest. Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song, Thy love doth inspire my heart and my tongue! 6 Thy fullness reveal, thy promise fulfil, O take and direct me to the heavenly hill; There wrapt in thy love, to be lost in thy charms, With Angels transported, and freed from all harms. 7 O who is like Jesus? he’s Salem’s bright king! He smiles and he loves me, he learns me to sing, I’ll praise him, I’ll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure, my spirit doth fill.
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The great tremendous day's approaching

Appears in 50 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The great tremendous day's approaching, That awful scene is drawing nigh; Was long foretold by ancient Prophets, Decreed from all eternity. 2 But O my soul reflect and wonder, That awful scene is drawing near, When you shall see that great transaction, When Christ in Judgment shall appear! 3 See, nature stand all in amazement, To hear the last loud trumpet sound, "Arise ye dead and come to judgment, "Ye nations of the world around:" 4 Loud thunder rumbling thro' the concave, Bright forked lightning parts the skies, The Heav'ns a shaking the earth a quaking: The gloomy sight attracts mine eyes. 5 The orbit lamps all veil'd in sackcloth, No more their shining circuits run; The wheel of time stopped in a moment, Eternal things are now begun: 6 Huge mossy rocks and tow'ring mountains Over their tumbling bases roar, The raging ocean all in commotion, Is hov'ring round her frighted shore. 7 Green turfy graveyards and tombs of marble Give up their dead, both small and great; See the whole world, both Saint and Sinner Are coming to the judgment seat: 8 See Jesus on the throne of Justice Come thundering down the parted sky, With countless armies of shining Angels, With Hallelujahs shouts for joy. 9 Bright shining streams from his awful presence, His face ten thousand Suns outshines; Behold him coming in power and glory To meet him all his Saints combine. 10 "Go forth ye Heralds with speed like lightning, "Call in your Saints from distant land, "Those that my blood from Hell has ransom'd, "Whose names in life's fair book do stand. 11 "O come ye blessed of my father, "The purchase of my dying love, "Receive the crowns of life and glory, "Which are laid up for you above. 12 "For your dear souls which have continued "With me, and my temptations bore, "I have provided for you a kingdom, "To reign with me for evermore." 13 There's flowing fountains of living water, No sickness, pain nor death to fear; No sorrow, sighing, no tears nor weeping Shall ever have admittance there. 14 But how will sinners stand and tremble, When Justice calls them to the bar; Those that reject his offer'd mercy, Their everlasting doom to hear? 15 See justice now with indignation, Calling aloud for sinner's blood, Those that have slighted offer'd mercy, And crucify'd the Son of God. 16 "Depart from me ye cursed sinners, "My face you never more shall see, "Be banish'd from my peaceful presence, "To endless woe and misery. 17 Each guilty soul then struck with horror And anguish, throbbing in their breast; For ever doom'd to endless sorrow, And never more to hope for rest. 18 Come sinners here's a faithful warning, Return to Jesus whilst you may, For he is ready to receive you, Or else you must depart away.
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Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring

Appears in 185 hymnals 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.

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