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When rising from the bed of death
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #IX (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought;
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!
3 When thou, O Lord shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 O may my broken contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament,
And early with repentant tears,
Eternal woe prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my Heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying groan;
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her Pardon to secure,
Who knows the only Son hath dy'd
To make that pardon sure. Languages: English
When rising from the bed of death
And am I born to die?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #X (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought!
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave must rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!
3 How shall I leave my tomb!
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel-bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?
4 Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?
I must from God be driv'n,
Or with my Saviour dwell:
Must come at his command to heav'n,
Or else depart to hell.
5 O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who dy'dst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Shew me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.
6 Thou art thyself the way,
Thyself in me reveal;
So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because he first lov'd me,
And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity.
Languages: English
And am I born to die?
And am I only born to die?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XI (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity!
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay;
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day!
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
T' inexorable throne!
4 No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But Oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destin'd place,
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure,
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace. Languages: English
And am I only born to die?
Thou Judge of quick and dead
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XII (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thou Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.
2 To pray, and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty and pow'r,
Thou shalt from heav'n come down;
Th' immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.
3 To damp our earthly joys,
T' increase our gracious fears,
For ever let th' archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears;
The solemn midnight cry,
"Ye dead, the Judge is come,
"Arise, and meet him in the sky,
"And meet your instant doom!
4 O may we all be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet’s sound,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus ensure
A lot among the blest,
And watch a moment, to secure
An everlasting rest!
Languages: English
Thou Judge of quick and dead
O for a thousand tongues to sing
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #I (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing,
My great Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honours of thy name.
3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease:
'Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the Power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the pris'ners free;
His blood can make the foulest clean:
His Blood avail'd for me.
5 Look unto him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look and be sav'd through faith alone,
Be justify'd by grace!
6 See all your sins on Jesus laid;
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an off'ring made
For every soul of man.
7 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiv'n;
Anticipate your heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n. Languages: English
O for a thousand tongues to sing
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #II (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream,
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel you need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden'd,
Bruis'd and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finish'd!"
Sinners will not this suffice?
6 Lo! the incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same. Languages: English
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #V (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord;
Be wise to know your gracious day!
All things are ready; come away.
2 Ready the Father is to own,
And kiss his late-returning son;
Ready the loving Saviuor stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit of his love,
Just now the stony to remove;
T' apply, and witness with the blood,
And wash, and seal the sons of God.
4 Ready for you, the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate;
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Are ready with their shining host:
All heav'n is ready to resound,
"The Dead's alive! the Lost is found."
6 Come then, ye sinners, to the Lord,
In Christ to paradise restor'd:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel-grace. Languages: English
Sinners, obey the gospel word!
Thee we adore, eternal name
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VIII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thee, we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!
6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God! Languages: English
Thee we adore, eternal name
When rising from the bed of death
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #IX (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought;
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!
3 When thou, O Lord shalt stand disclos'd,
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 O may my broken contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament,
And early with repentant tears,
Eternal woe prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my Heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying groan;
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her Pardon to secure,
Who knows the only Son hath dy'd
To make that pardon sure. Languages: English
When rising from the bed of death
And am I born to die?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #X (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown!
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought!
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave must rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!
3 How shall I leave my tomb!
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel-bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?
4 Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?
I must from God be driv'n,
Or with my Saviour dwell:
Must come at his command to heav'n,
Or else depart to hell.
5 O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who dy'dst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Shew me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.
6 Thou art thyself the way,
Thyself in me reveal:
So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because he first lov'd me,
And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity. Languages: English
And am I born to die?
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