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A solemn march we make

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure leave. 2 O what a striking scene, In this cold grave appears, A mortal turn'd to dust again, Quite spun out all his years. 3 And we who now attend, Must soon resign our breath, God will the solemn summons send, By dreadful ghastly death. 4 If I the next should be, That crumble with the dust; My soul what then becomes of thee! Hast thou a lot with Christ? 5 Since I attended here, My moments swiftly glide; And death upon their wings they bear, A quick perpetual tide. 6 Now let me home return, And strive my soul to save; Lest I in Hell should ever burn, And with the damned rave. 7 Jesus, despised friend, I'll slight thy love no more; Dear Saviour now that spirit send Which I so griev'd before. 8 Then I'll prepare to meet, My Jesus at his bar, For ever worship at his feet; And sing his praises there. Languages: English

Almighty love inspire

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XLIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Almighty love inspire My heart with sacred fire, And animate desire, My soul to renew. I love my blessed Jesus, Oh whom bright angels gazes And symphony increases Above th' etherial blue. 2 My tender hearted Jesus, Thy love my soul amazes, Thou came for to save us, When lost and undone, No Seraph could redeem us, No Angel could retrieve us, No Arm could relieve us, But Jesus alone. 3 In Him I have believed, And He's my soul retrieved From sin He has redeemed My soul which was dead. And now I love my Saviour, For I am in his favor, And hope with Him for ever, The golden streets to tread. 4 Yet here awhile I stay, In hope of that glad day, When I am call'd away, To the mansions above. There to enjoy the pleasure Of inconsuming treasure, And shout in highest measure Hallelujahs of Love. Languages: English

Am I a Soldier of the Cross

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Am I a Soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowry beds of ease, When others fought to win the prize And sail'd thro' bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign— Increase my courage Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy Saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer tho' they die: They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine, In robes of vic'try thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine. Languages: English

And are we yet alive

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #LIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give For His redeeming grace. 2 Preserv'd by pow'r divine, To feel salvation here; Again in Jesus' name we join, And in his sight appear. 3 What troubles have we seen, What conflicts have we past; Fightings without and fears within, Since we assembled last. 4 But out of all, the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he does his help afford, And hides our life above. 5 Then let us make our boast, Of his redeeming pow'r; Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more. 6 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain; And gladly reckon all things lost, So we may Jesus gain. Languages: English

Awake my heart, arise my tongue

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXXIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Awake my heart, arise my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice, In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice. 2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul, And made salvation mine; Upon a poor, polluted worm He makes his graces shine. 3 And lest the shadow of a spot, Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around. 4 How far that Heav'nly robe exceeds What earthly Princes wear! These ornaments, how bright they shine! How white the garments are! 5 The spirit wrought my faith and love, And hope, and ev'ry grace; But Jesus spent his life to work, The robe of righteousness. 6 Strangely my soul art thou array'd By the great sacred three! In sweetest harmony of praise, Let all my pow'rs agree. Languages: English

Behold that great and awful day

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #VII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Behold that great and awful day Of parting soon will come, When sinners must be hurl'd away; And christians gather'd home! 2 The one with Dives for water cry, And gnaw their tongues in pain, And gnash their teeth and crisp and fry, And wring their hands in vain. 3 Now hail! all hail! ye frightful ghosts, With whom I once did dwell, And spent my days in frantic mirth, And danc'd my soul to hell! 4 You me about the floor did drag, And caus'd my soul to sin; And devils now your mouth shall gag, And force the fuel in. 5 Perhaps the parent sees the child Sink down to endless flames, With shrieks, and howls, and bitter cries, Never to rise again. 6 O father! see my blazing hands, Mother! behold your child! Against you now, a witness stands, Amidst the flames confin'd! 7 The child, perhaps, the parents views, Go headlong down to hell: Gone with the rest of satan's crew, And bids the child farewell! 8 The husband sees his piteous wife, With whom he once did dwell, Depart with groans and bitter cries, My husband! fare you well! 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see, The man she once did love, Sink down to endless misery, While she is crown'd above! 10 Then shall the saints through grace combin'd, Drink in eternal love: In Jesus' image there to shine, And reign with him above. 11 O how it lifts my soul to think, Of meeting round the throne, Eternal joys there for to drink, Where sorrows never come. Languages: English

Behold the awful trumpet sounds

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #X (1801) Lyrics: 1 Behold the awful trumpet sounds; The sleeping dead to raise, And calls the nations under ground; O how the saints will praise! 2 Behold the Saviour how he comes Descending from his throne To burst asunder all our tombs And lead his children home. 3 But who can bear that dreadful day, To see the world in flames; The burning mountains melt away, While rocks run down in streams. 4 The falling stars their orbits leave, The sun in darkness hide; The elements asunder cleave, The moon turn'd into blood? 5 Behold the universal world In consternation stand, The wicked into Hell are turn'd The Saints at God's right hand. 6 O then the music will begin, Their Saviour God to praise: They are all freed from every sin, And thus they'll spend their days! Languages: English

Brethren farewell, I do you tell

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XIX (1801) Lyrics: 1 Brethren farewell, I do you tell That you and I must part: I go away, and here you stay; But still we join in heart. 2 Your love to me, has run most free, Your conversation sweet, How con I bare to journey where With you I cannot meet? 3 Yet I do find my heart inclin'd To do my work below; When Christ doth call, I trust I shall Be ready for to go. 4 I leave you all, both great and small In Christ's encircling arms, Who can you save from death and grave And shield you from all harms. 5 I trust you'll pray, both night and day (And keep your garments white) For you and me, that we may be The children of the light. 6 If you die first, amen you must, The will of God be done; I hope the Lord, will you reward With an immortal crown. 7 If I'm call'd home while I am gone, Indulge no tears for me; I hope to sing and praise my King Through all eternity. 8 Millions of years over the spheres, Shall pass in sweet repose, While beauties bright unto my sight, Their sacred sweets disclose. 9 I long to go then fare ye well, My soul will be at rest No more shall I complain or sigh; But taste the heav'nly feast. 10 O may we meet and be complete, And long together dwell; And serve the Lord with one accord! So brethren all farewell. Languages: English

Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XLIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Burst ye em'rald gates and bring, To my raptur'd vision, All the extatic joys, that spring Round the bright elisian: Lo we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies; Sun of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of Paradise! 2 Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him; Myriads with supreme delight, Instantly adore him; Angel trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rise, From their princely station; Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy! holy! holy one. 4 Hark the thrilling symphonies, Seem me thinks to seize us! Join we too the holy lays, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Sweetest sound in seraphs song, Sweetest note on mortals tongue; Sweetest carol ever sung, Jesus! Jesus! flow along. Languages: English

Come all ye poor sinners that from Adam came

Hymnal: CSSH1801 #XXXV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Come all ye poor sinners that from Adam came, Ye poor and ye blind, and ye halt and ye lame, Close in with the gospel upon its own terms, Or you'll burn forever like poor mortal worms. 2 When the Lord shall descend, with a shout from above And call home his Saints to bless them with his love, And you not renew'd in your souls by his grace, Away you must turn with a sorrowful face. 3 For if you deny Christ, he will deny you You'll be found on his left hand with the wicked crew In horror and in torment forever you'll lie; In vain then for mercy, in vain you must cry. 4 You've read of the rich man and beggar also; The beggar he dy'd and to Jesus did go; The rich man he dy'd, and to his sad surprise, Awak'd in Hell, and he lift up his eyes; 5 Seeing Abra'm afar off in the mansions above, And Laz'rus in his bosom in raptures of love, He cried, "father Abra'm, send to my relief, "For I am tormented with pain and with grief." 6 He said, "Son remember when you liv'd so bold, "Dress'd in your fine linen, your purple and gold, "Whilst Laz'rus was laid at your gate full of grief, "You had not compassion to give him relief. 7 "Besides there's a gulph fix't betwixt us you see, "So those that would pass from hence can't come to thee, "But there you must lie and lament your sad state, For now you are sending your cries up too late." 8 He cried "father Abra'm, I pray you provide, "Send one from the dead, I've five brethren beside, "They hearing from me and of my wretched state, "Perhaps they'll repend now before 'tis too late. 9 "They have a rich gospel that spreads far and wide; "They've Moses, the Prophets and Apostles beside, "If they'll not adhere unto them and repent, "They will not believe tho' one from the dead went." 10 Come poor Zion mourners, O don't you despair, But cry to your Jesus, he'll answer you pray'r; He'll hear your complaints, and ease all your grief; He'll pardon your sins and will give you relief. 11 And when you shall come to lay your bodies down, You'll fly to the regions where you'll wear a crown, The smiles that will come from sweet Jesus's face Will make you adore and admire his free grace. Languages: English