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My God, my God, O why hast Thou

Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Psalm 22:1 Used With Tune: [My God, my God, O why hast Thou]
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Triumphant Joy

Appears in 560 hymnals First Line: My God, the spring of all my joys Used With Tune: CROSS AND CROWN
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Plunged in a gulf of dark despair

Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 481 hymnals Used With Tune: MAITLAND
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I love to steal awhile away

Author: Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown Appears in 634 hymnals Used With Tune: CROSS AND CROWN
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When I can read my title clear

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts Appears in 1,249 hymnals Used With Tune: MAITLAND
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How Hast Thou, Lord, From Year To Year

Author: Thomas Gibbons, 1720-1785 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 17 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How hast Thou, Lord, from year to year, Our land with plenty crowned! And generous fruit and golden grain Have spread their riches round. 2 But we Thy mercies have abused To more abounding crimes; What heights, what daring heights in sin Disgrace and mark our times! 3 Equal, though awful, is the doom, That fierce descending rain Should into inundations swell, And crush the rising grain! 4 How just, that in the autumn’s reign, When we had hoped to reap, Our fields of sorrow and despair Should lie a hideous heap! 5 But Lord, have mercy on our land, Those floods of vengeance stay: Dispel these glooms, and let the sun Shine in unclouded day! 6 To Thee alone we look for help; None else of dew or rain Can give the world the smallest drop Or smallest drop restrain. Used With Tune: MAITLAND
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There is a fountain filled with blood

Appears in 2,554 hymnals Used With Tune: MAITLAND
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Behold This Sodom Here Below

Author: Anna K. Beeman Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Behold this So­dom here be­low Lyrics: 1 Behold this So­dom here be­low, I leave it all to you, Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 2 My world­ly cares will prove my woe, I bid them all adieu; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 3 The word of God hath brought me low, Being con­scious it is true; Hinder me not for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 4 Not all my pray­ers nor tears that flow, Can form my soul anew; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 5 I hear the terms are ve­ry low, But mo­ney will not do; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 6 In all my right­eous­ness I know, There’s no­thing that is true; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 7 Like Ab’ram’s serv­ant I must know, And like him would prove true; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. Used With Tune: MAITLAND Text Sources: Hymns on Various Subjects (Norwich, Conn.: Philadelphia Baptist Association, 1792)

While in the sacred rite of Thine

Appears in 41 hymnals Used With Tune: CROSS AND CROWN
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Arise And Shine, Your Light Is Come

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Arise and shine, your light is come, Fair is­lands of the West! Awake and sing, once deaf and dumb, Now is­lands of the blest. 2 Shine, for the glo­ry of the Lord Your cor­al reefs sur­rounds: Sing, for the trum­pet of His word O’er all your ocean sounds. 3 Poor Af­ri­ca! through thy waste sands, Where Cal­va­ry’s fount­ain flows, Deserts be­come Im­man­uel’s lands, And blos­som like the rose. 4 India, be­neath the char­iot wheels Of Jug­ger­naut o’er­thrown, Thy heart a quick­en­ing spir­it feels, A pulse beats through the stone. 5 O China! see thy quak­ing wall: Foredoomed by Heav’n’s de­cree, A hand is writ­ing on it— "Fall!" A voice goes forth— "Be free!" 6 Ye pa­gan tribes! of ev­ery race, Clime, coun­try, lang­uage, hue, Believe, ob­ey, be saved by grace, The Gos­pel speaks to you. 7 Father of lights! Thy will be done Here, as by saints ab­ove; Give earth’s whole em­pire to Thy Son, For He must reign in love. 8 Reign, till be­neath His feet, all foes Forever van­quished lie; And the last judg­ment’s sen­tence close The book of pro­phe­cy. Used With Tune: MAITLAND Text Sources: Sacred Poems and Hymns, (New York: D. Appleton, 1854)

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