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The God of Glory Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1886 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The God of glory sends His summons forth, To nations south and then awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through 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 My justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant 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. 4. Here, saith the Lord, ye angels, spread their thrones, And near me seat My favorites 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. 5. “I am the Savior, I th’Almighty God, I am their 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. 6. 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. 7. 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 offerings that were Mine before. Earth is the Lord’s, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners, tremble, saints rejoice before Him; 8. 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. 9. Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings 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. 10. 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. 11. In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. While the false flatterer 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. 12. 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 nature joins t’adore Him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before Him. 13. 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 deliverer near. Judgment concludes; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 14. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Stay, Master, Stay upon This Heavenly Hill

Author: Samuel Greg Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6161 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill Lyrics: 1. Stay, Master, stay, upon this heavenly hill; A little longer, let us linger still; With all the mighty ones of old beside, Near to God’s holy presence still abide; Before the throne of light we trembling stand, And catch a glimpse into the spirit land. 2. Stay, Master, stay! we breathe a purer air; This life is not the life that waits us there; Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go; We cannot speak them—nay, we do not know; Wrapped in this cloud of light we seem to be The thing we fain would grow—eternally. 3. No! saith the Lord, the hour is past, we go; Our home, our life, our duties lie below. While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer, The plough lies waiting in the furrow there! Here we sought God that we might know His will; There we must do it, serve Him, seek Him still. 4. If man aspires to reach the throne of God, O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road; He who best does his lowly duty here, Shall mount the highest in a nobler sphere: At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest, And he is dearest Him who serves Him best. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Told in the Market-Place

Author: Edwina S. Babcock Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6856 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Lyrics: 1. That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Uneasy were; we, halt and blind and lame, Within the temple waited, ugly guests, Hoping, in spite of filth, disease and shame; Outside the multitude waved branches green Calling, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 2. I shrank close to the roof-prop, for my eyes Were dead to seeing: but heard I the coins, The piles of clinking silver shekels rise, Poured from sheiks’ bags and belts ’round merchant loins; I heard the purple priced; and in between Far off, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 3. I could not see Him enter, but I heard The multitude and smelled the dusty throng: Old Anab brushed me with his ragged beard, Muttering, Kneel, thou! He will speak ere long. Yea—though five time more leprous I had been I would come here to implore the Nazarene. 4. But then the woman Terah, ill of pox, Began to whimper, See, He bringeth woe! He overturns the booths, the treasure box, Eyes blazing on the sellers. Let us go! He’ll scourge us, smite us! Tush! It is well seen We shall be cursèd of the Nazarene. 5. A form swept past us, we in terror caught A man’s clear voice of anger: then the sound Of fleeing feet of traffickers, onslaught On booths, and tables crashing to the ground. I heard the money scatter and careen Under the spurning of the Nazarene. 6. Rachel, a maiden, clutched my sleeve, and shrank With me behind the curtain, and the crowd Surged wildly past. For us, our dear hopes sank Under that stern voice cutting like a goad, Judging, arraigning, charging; ’mid the spleen Of money-changers, stood the Nazarene! 7. This temple is My house, the House of Prayer! His voice was like the wind that whips the leaves. But with your buyings and your sellings there Ye—ye have made My house a den of thieves. Then little Rachel sobbed, Awful is His mien; His eyes are flames; I fear the Nazarene. 8. But when the temple silenced—while a dove Fluttered and soared and beat against the roof, We frightened beggars heard a voice of love Calling us gently; then His tender proof He gave. He healed us! I, who e’er had been Blind from my birth—I saw the Nazarene! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

He Shed His Blood

Author: Richard W. Adams Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9231 First Line: Christ shed His blood to wash away our sin Lyrics: 1 Christ shed His blood to wash away our sin, Erase our guilt, and make us pure within; The Lamb of God removed our every stain, He died that we might have eternal gain. Then rose again to prove the Scripture true, Performed the work that only God can do. 2 How then can we receive this perfect gift? Only believe, and feel the burden lift. Christ did it all, and you can do no more: Now go and spread the news the wide world o’er; Proclaim that we no longer need to fear, Death’s darkest prison or the Judge severe. 3 Send out the light to earth’s remotest bound, Make shadows flee wherever sin is found; Speak of the Christ who died our souls to save, Tell of the God whose power destroyed the grave. Tell how His grace and mercy set us free, That we might live with Him eternally. 4 Announce the King who lives and reigns above, Publish good tidings of His mighty love. Tell how the Spirit comes when we believe, Tell of the promise: He will never leave. When Christ returns, O, how will we be then? The Gospel spreading to the very end? Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Glory To God! We Were In Bitter Need

Author: A. M. M. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10691 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Glory to God! We were in bitter need, We sat in darkness long and weary days; But now our light is come, the Light indeed, And we may rise and shine with kindred rays; The God-Man comes down so we can now ascend, The Guiltless drinks guilt’s woes to work their end. 2 O mystic gift of God Omnipotent! O happiness for man, most deep, most dear! This is no theme for subtle argument, No lore of earth hath lot or portion here; That the Great God should so abasèd be— We speak, we cannot search, the mystery. 3 The dew of God is on the parchèd fleece, The sapless rod blooms with immortal flowers, The virgin bears a Son, our utter peace, Nor knows pollution in her travail’s hours; We cannot speak that birth, but we confess Most great the mystery of godliness. 4 Though it may chance the shipmen toil and row, With countless wrecks far strewn on either hand, They see a star above the waters glow, There is an ark which sights the pleasant land; There is a door of life set wide, which none Can open to lorn souls, can shut, save One. 5 O not with observation came He then Into our world, but soon the day shall be When with great glory He shall come again With all His saints, and every eye shall see Him whom they piercèd. When we meet Thee thus Let there be mercy, O our God, on us. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Oh More Than Merciful

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10961 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Lyrics: 1 Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave! Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people’s price; The great high priest at once and sacrifice! Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 2 When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, Or the soul flutters in the fowler’s snare— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 3 And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife, And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free, Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Not To Our Names

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11759 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Not to our names, Thou only just and true Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

The Humble Inquiry

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12050 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above Lyrics: 1 Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above, How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they move, And drop and die in boundless seas of love! 2 But me, vile wretch! should pitying love embrace Deep in its ocean, hell itself would blaze, And flash and burn me through the boundless seas. 3 Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown Seems to confine my choice to wrath alone, And calls Thy power to vindicate Thy throne. 4 Thine honor bids, "Avenge Thy injured name," Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim, While my moist tears might but incense Thy flame. 5 Should heav’n grow black, almighty thunder roar, And vengeance blast me, I could plead no more, But own Thy justice, dying, and adore. 6 Yet can those bolts of death that cleave the flood To reach a rebel, pierce this sacred shroud, Tinged in the vital stream of my Redeemer’s blood? Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Prayer For Rain

Author: Hannah J. Lewis, 1816-1885 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12722 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst Lyrics: 1 Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst; The leaves grow crisp upon the forest trees; The flowers that spring’s abundant moisture nursed Yield no more fragrance to the passing breeze— They have all bowed their heads like things accursed And when shall fresher ones succeed to these? 2 Along the bed of the once rushing brook We seek in vain to trace its sparkling tide; And far away in some old shady nook, Where late its crystal drops it loved to hide. The clustering branches bend, and vainly look For the lost jewels, once the woodland pride! 3 Clouds rise and float across the azure main, The thunder sends its greeting o’er the hills, But the soft falling and refreshing rain No more the parching earth with gladness fills; And the sere upland, with the barren plain Unheeded supplicate the vanished rills. 4 God of the storm and the reviving shower, Look Thou in mercy on our sorest need! Let not the harvest fail, since Thine the power To fill the reaper’s hand with priceless meed: We look to Thee in this o’ershadowed hour, For blessings which alone from Thee proceed! Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍

Author: John Byrom; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14609 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍ ക്രി-സ്തു കന്യാജാതം ചെയ്ത നാളില്‍ ഭാഗ്യോദയെ- അത്ഭുതമീസ്നേഹം അ- ഗോചരമല്ലോ ഇതിന്‍ മര്‍മ്മം വാനേ ദൂതന്മാര്‍ പാടി ഇതാദ്യം മാനു-ഷ്യാവതാരം ഘോഷിച്ചിവര്‍ 2 കാവല്‍ കാക്കും ഇടയരും കേട്ടു ദൈവ ദൂതസ്വരം, "ഭയം വേണ്ടാ" നല്ല വാര്‍ത്ത- കൊണ്ടുവരുന്നു ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കുമുള്ളോരു രക്ഷകന്‍ ഇന്നു ജനിച്ചു ദൈവ വാഗ്ദത്തം ഒന്നു പോലും പിഴയ്കാ നിശ്ചയം 3 ദൂതഗണം ആകാശം മുഴക്കും ഗീതം പാടി ആര്‍ത്തു "ഉന്നതത്തില്‍ ദൈവത്തിനു മഹത്വം ഭൂമിയില്‍ ദൈവ-പ്രസാദമുള്ളോര്‍ക്കു സാമം" വീണ്ടെടുപ്പിന്‍ സ്നേ-ഹം ദൂതന്മാര്‍ക്കും പണ്ടേ ആശ്ചര്യം: ഗീതവുമത് 4 ആട്ടിടയര്‍ ഓടി ബേത് ലേമിന്നു കുട്ടിയായ് പുല്‍ത്തൊട്ടിയില്‍ കണ്ടവര്‍ രക്ഷകനെ അമ്മയോടുകൂടെ സൂക്ഷ്മം ദൂതവാക്യം എന്നറിഞ്ഞു സാക്ഷിച്ചെങ്ങും അത്ഭുതകാഴ്ച്ചയെ ഘോഷിച്ചോരാദ്യം യേശുവേ ഇവര്‍ 5 ക്രിസ്തുമസ് മോദം ആട്ടിടയരെ പോല്‍ പ്രസ്താവിക്കാം സ്തോത്രസ്വരത്തോടെ നഷ്ടം തീര്‍ക്കും ഈ ശിശുവിനെ നാം തൊട്ടി തൊട്ടു ക്രൂശോളം നോക്കി കാണ്‍ നിഷ്ഠയോടെപിന്‍- ചെല്കകൃപയാല്‍ നഷ്ട-സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗം വീണ്ടും പ്രാപിപ്പോളം 6 ഗീതം പാടാം രക്ഷയിന്‍ -മോദത്താല്‍ ദൂതര്‍ മദ്ധ്യേ നില്‍ക്കാം ജയംകൊണ്ട് ഇന്നു പിറന്നവന്റെ മഹത്വം മി-ന്നുന്നുണ്ടല്ലോ നമ്മുടെ ചുറ്റും നിത്യം പാടും രക്ഷപ്പെട്ടോര്‍ സ്തുതി നിത്യം-നാം സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗീയ രാജാവിന്നു Languages: Malayalam Tune Title: YORKSHIRE