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Come, Let Us Dream

Author: John Middleton Hymnal: Worship and Song #3157 (2011) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sacrifice; Sacrifice First Line: Come, let us dream God's dream again Scripture: Exodus 34:1-4 Languages: English Tune Title: O WALY WALY

The Risen Christ

Author: Keith Getty; Phil Madeira Hymnal: Worship and Song #3179 (2011) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sacrifice; Sacrifice First Line: O breath of God, come fill this place Scripture: Matthew 21:9 Languages: English Tune Title: THE RISEN CHRIST

Psalm 50: To the Upright

Hymnal: RitualSong #81 (1996) Topics: Sacrifice First Line: The God of gods, the Lord Refrain First Line: To the upright I will show Scripture: Psalm 50:1 Languages: English Tune Title: [The God of gods, the Lord]

Create a Clean Heart

Author: Cyprian Consiglio, OSB, Cam., b. 1958 Hymnal: Journeysongs (3rd ed.) #358 (2012) Topics: Sacrifice First Line: Have mercy, God, in compassion Refrain First Line: Create a clean heart in me, O God Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English Tune Title: [Have mercy, God, in compassion]

Psalm 50 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.112 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Obedience better than sacrifice First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Lyrics: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. No more shall bold blasphemers say, "Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. Throned on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way; Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. Heav'n from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom. "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God By the Redeemer's sacrifice, And sealed it with his blood. "Their faith and works, brought forth to light Shall make the world confess, My sentence of reward is right, And heav'n adore my grace." Scripture: Psalm 50:1-6 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.113 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Obedience better than sacrifice First Line: Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fields Lyrics: Thus saith the Lord, "The spacious fields, And flocks, and herds, are mine; O'er all the cattle of the hills I claim a right divine. "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, Nor bullocks burnt with fire; To hope and love, to pray and praise, Is al] that I require. "Call upon me when trouble's near, My hand shall set thee free Then shall thy thankful lips declare The honor due to me. "The man that offers humble praise, He glorifies me best; And those that tread my holy ways Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:8 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.114 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Obedience better than sacrifice First Line: When Christ to judgment shall descend Lyrics: When Christ to judgment shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. "Not for the want of bullocks slain Will I the world reprove; Altars, and rites, and forms are vain, Without the fire of love. "And what have hypocrites to do To bring their sacrifice? They call my statutes just and true, But deal in theft and lies. "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, And sin without control? But I shall bring your crimes to light, With anguish in your soul." Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear, If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliv'rer there. Scripture: Psalm 50:1 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.116 (1806) Meter: Irregular Topics: Obedience better than sacrifice First Line: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth Lyrics: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding 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! 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 his justice, and the sinner's doom: "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. "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; come, spread their thrones, And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. "I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. "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; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Can I be flattered 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? "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? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. "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 God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul." 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 Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.117 (1806) Topics: Obedience better than sacrifice 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. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 51 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.122 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sacrifice First Line: O God of mercy, hear my call Lyrics: O God of mercy, hear my call, My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall, That bars me from my love. Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. No blood of goats nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. A soul oppressed with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-17 Languages: English