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Now to the Pow'r of God supreme

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Now to the Pow'r of God supreme Be everlasting Honours giv'n; He saves from Hell (we bless his Name) He calls our wand'ring Feet to Heav'n. 2 Not for our Duties or Deserts, But of his own abounding Grace, He works Salvation in our Hearts, And forms a People for his Praise. 3 'Twas his own Purpose that begun To rescue Rebels doom'd to die; He gave us Grace in Christ his Son Before He spread the starry Sky. 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's Counsels known; Declares the great Transactions pass'd, And brings immortal Blessings down. 5 He dies; and in that dreadful Night Did all the Pow'rs of Hell destroy; Rising He brought our Heav'n to Light, And took Possession of the Joy. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:9-10 Languages: English

Who has believ'd thy Word

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Who has believ'd thy Word, or thy Salvation known? Reveal thine Arm, almighty Lord, and glorify thy Son. 2 The Jews esteem'd Him here too mean for their Belief; Sorrows his chief Acquaintance were, and his Companion, Grief. 3 They turn'd their Eyes away, and treated Him with Scorn; But 'twas their Griefs upon Him lay, their Sorrows He has borne. 4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, and Gentiles then unknown, The God of Justice pleas'd to bruise his best-beloved Son. 5 "But I'll prolong his Days, "and make his Kingdom stand; "My Pleasure, (saith the God of Grace) "shall prosper in his Hand." 6 "His joyful Soul shall see "the Purchase of his Pain "And by his Knowledge justify "the guilty Sons of Men. 7 "Ten thousand Captive Slaves, "releas'd from Death and Sin, "Shall quit their Prisons and their Graves "and own his Pow'r divine. 8 "Heav'n shall advance my Son "to Joys that Earth deny'd; "Who saw the Follies Men had done, "and bore their Sins, and dy'd." Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-5 Languages: English

How short and hasty is our Life!

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 How short and hasty is our Life! how vast our Souls Affairs! Yet senseless Mortals vainly strive to lavish out their Years. 2 Our Days run thoughtlessly along, without a Moment's stay; Just like a Story or a Song we pass our Lives away. 3 God from on high invites us Home, but we march heedless on, And ever hast'ning to the Tomb, stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest Hell, that slight the Joys above! What Chains of Vengeance should we feel, that break such Cords of Love! 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign Grace, and lift our Thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal Race, and see Salvation nigh. Languages: English

Now to the Lord a noble Song!

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Now to the Lord a noble Song! Awake, my Soul; awake, my Tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundless Love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' Face, The brightest Image of his Grace; God, in the Person of his Son, Has all his mightiest Works out-done. 3 The spacious Earth, and spreading Flood Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God; And thy rich Glories from afar Sparkle in ev'ry rolling Star. 4 But in his Looks a Glory stands, The noblest Labour of thine Hands; The pleasing Lustre of his Eyes Out-shines the Wonders of the Skies. 5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming Theme; My Thoughts rejoice at Jesus' Name: Ye Angels, dwell upon the Sound, Ye Heav'ns, reflect it to the ground! 6 O may I live to reach the Place Where he unveils his lovely Face! Where all his Beauties you behold, And sing his Name to Harps of Gold! Languages: English

Bright King of Glory, dreadful God!

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Bright King of Glory, dreadful God! Our Spirits bow before thy Seat, To Thee we lift an humble Thought, And worship at thine awful Feet. 2 Thy Pow'r hath form'd, thy Wisdom sways, All Nature with a sov'reign Word; And the bright World of Stars obeys The Will of their superior Lord. 3 Mercy and Truth unite in one, And smiling sit at thy Right Hand; Eternal Justice guards thy Throne, And Vengeance waits thy dread Command. 4 A thousand Seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of Light Pretends Comparison with Thee? 5 Yet there is one of human Frame, Jesus, array'd in Flesh and Blood, Thinks it no Robbery to claim A full Equality with God. 6 Their Glory shines with equal Beams; Their Essence is for ever one, Tho' they are known by different Names, The Father-God, and God the Son. 7 Then let the Name of Christ our King With equal Honours be ador'd; His Praise let every Angel sing, And all the Nations own the Lord. Scripture: Philippians 2:6-11 Languages: English

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound, my Ears, attend the Cry, "Ye living Men come view the Ground "where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this Clay must be your Bed, "in spight of all your Tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend Head "must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God! is this our certain Doom? and are we still secure? Still walking downward to our Tomb, and yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, to fit our Souls to fly; Then when we drop this dying Flesh, we'll rise above the Sky. Languages: English

Thus saith the Ruler of the Skies

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Ruler of the Skies: "awake, my dreadful Sword; "Awake, my wrath, and smite the Man, "my Fellow," saith the Lord. 2 Vengeance receiv'd the dread Command, and armed down she flies; Jesus submits t' his Father's Hand, and bows his Head, and dies. 3 But oh! the Wisdom and the Grace that join with Vengeance now! He dies to save our guilty Race, and yet He rises too. 4 A Person so divine was He who yielded to be slain, That He could give his Soul away, and take his Life again. 5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high, let ev'ry Nation sing; And Angels sound with endless Joy the Savior and the King. Scripture: Zechariah 13:7 Languages: English

Infinite Grief! amazing Woe

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Infinite Grief! amazing Woe! behold my bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews conspir'd his Death, and us'd the Roman Sword. 2 Oh! the sharp Pangs of smarting Pain my dear Redeemer bore, When knotty Whips, and ragged Thorns his sacred Body tore! 3 But knotty Whips, and ragged Thorns in vain do I accuse, In vain I blame the Roman Bands, and the more spiteful Jews. 4 'Twere you, my Sins, my cruel Sins, his chief Tormentors were! Each of my Crimes became a Nail, and Unbelief the Spear. 5 'Twere you that pull'd the Vengeance down upon his guiltless Head; Break, break, my Heart, oh! burst mine Eyes, and let my Sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty Grace, my flinty Soul, till melting Waters flow, And deep Repentance drown mine Eyes in undissembled Woe. Languages: English

Not to the Terrors of the Lord

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Not to the Terrors of the Lord, the Tempest, Fire, and Smoke, Not to the Thunder of that Word which God on Sinai spoke; 2 But we are come to Sion's Hill, the City of our God, Where milder Words declare his Will, and spread his Love abroad. 3 Behold th' innumerable Host of Angels cloath'd in Light; Behold the Spirits of the Just, whose Faith is turn'd to Sight. 4 Behold the blest Assembly there, whose Names are writ in Heav'n; And God the Judge of all declares Their vilest Sins forgiv'n. 5 The Saints on Earth, and all the Dead but one Communion make; All join in Christ their living Head, and of his Grace partake. 6 In such Society as this my weary Soul would rest; The Man that dwells where Jesus is must be forever blest. Languages: English

Where are the Mourners (saith the Lord)

Hymnal: ACNH1754 #LXX (1760) Lyrics: 1 "Where are the Mourners (saith the Lord) "That wait and tremble at my Word, "That walk in Darkness all the Day? "Come, make my Name your Trust and Stay. 2 "No Works nor Duties of your own "Can for the smallest Sin atone "The Robes that Nature may provide "Will not your least Pollutions hide. 3 "The softest Couch that Nature knows "Can give the Conscience no Repose; "Look to my Righteousness, and live; "Comfort and Peace are mine to give. 4 "Ye Sons of Pride, that kindle Coals "With your own Hands to warm your Souls, "Walk in the Light of your own Fire, "Enjoy the Sparks that ye desire. 5 "This is your Portion at my Hands; "Hell waits you with her Iron Bands; "Ye shall lye down in Sorrow there, "In Death, in Darkness, and despair. Scripture: Isaiah 50:10-11 Languages: English