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Sweet the Time, Exceeding Sweet

Author: George Burder, 1752-1832 Hymnal: Hymns of the Saints #4 (1982) Scripture: Psalm 50:5-6 Topics: Call to Worship; Christ's Divinity; Christ's Humanity; Christ's Love; Eternal Life; Fellowship; Gathering; Gospel; Incarnation; Invocation; Praise; Worship Languages: English Tune Title: HENDON

Sweet the time, exceeding sweet

Author: Rev. George Burder, 1752-1832 Hymnal: The Hymnal #101 (1956) Scripture: Psalm 50:5-6 Topics: Christ Humanity of; God Love of; Eternal Life; Music; Adoration and Praise Prayer Service Tune Title: HENDON

I Will Praise Him

Author: Margaret J. Harris, 19th century Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life. Rev. ed. #51 (1978) Meter: 8.7.8.7 with refrain Scripture: Psalm 50:23 First Line: When I saw the cleansing fountain Refrain First Line: I will praise him, I will praise him Topics: God; The Son; His Praise Languages: English

I Will Praise Him

Author: Margaret J. Harris, 19th century Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life #51 (1992) Meter: 8.7.8.7 with refrain Scripture: Psalm 50:23 First Line: When I saw the cleansing fountain Refrain First Line: I will praise him, I will praise him Topics: God; The Son; His Praise Languages: English

Thus saith the first, the great command

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #106 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 50 Lyrics: Thus saith the first, the great command, "Let all thy inward powers unite To love thy Maker and thy God With utmost vigor and delight. "Then shall thy neighbor next in place Share thine affections and esteem, And let thy kindness to thyself Measure and rule thy love to him." This is the sense that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove; For want of this the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfilled by love. But O! how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! Lord, fill our souls with heav'nly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.117 (1806) Scripture: Psalm 50 First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 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. "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 every cheerful passion And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed 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. "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons: Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation "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. "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: Thou hypocrite, once dressed 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. "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. "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' 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. "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed 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. "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. "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. "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. "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. 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 every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Topics: Judgment day; Sinner and saint's portion; God the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Sins of tongue; Formal worship; Obedience better than sacrifice; Professions false; Saints rewarded at last Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCCXL (1790) Scripture: Psalm 50 First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The God of glory sends his summons forth Calls the south nation 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 chearful 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 sentence and the sinners doom "But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. When Christ returns wake ev'ry chearful passion, And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 4 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 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 favourites 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 chearful passion, And shout, ye saintsm he comes for your salvation. Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #Lf (1780) Scripture: Psalm 50 First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth 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 tremble, 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; Tempest 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 forever 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 her, 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 I. 6 I am the saviour, I the 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 drest in saints attire, I doom thee 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 flames 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 bullocks 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 chat'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 II. 11 Unthinking wretch how could'st 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 flat'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 suffering 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 nations join to 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's near; Judgment concludes, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices, Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes, ye fools, be wise, Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour make the judge your friend. Then join the saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; When Christ returns he comes for your salvation. Languages: English

The Last Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #Lf (1785) Scripture: Psalm 50 First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The GOD of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell tremble; heaven 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; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When GOD appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, 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 every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands forever 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; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints. for heaven rejoices. 5 'Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me seat my favourites 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 the First. 6 "I am the saviour, I th' Almighty GOD, "The sovereign judge: ye heavens 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 threatnings vain; "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saints attire, "I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven 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 flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings, 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 bullocks blood? "Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, & fields & 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 chatterings and fantastick 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 the Second. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how could'st 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adulterers 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-suffering 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 nations join t' adore him; Judgement 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 deliverers near. Judgement concludes; hell trembles; heaven 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 sinful works amend, Fly to the saviour, make the judge your friend. Then join, ye Saints, wake every cheerful Passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: Psalms #50f (1793) Scripture: Psalm 50 First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth 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 veng'ance sleeps no more: behold the day; Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest 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 sinners 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 forever 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; 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 every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sov'reign 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 threatenings vain; "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's 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 flames 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 veng'ance, 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 the Second. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statues on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and do'st 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 did'st 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 nations join 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. Judgement 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 sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join ye saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Languages: English