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Divine wrath and mercy

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.XLII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Adore and tremble, for our God Lyrics: 1 Adore and tremble, for our God Is a consuming fire: His jealous eyes his wrath inflame, And raise his vengeance higher. 2 Almighty vengeance! how it burns! How bright his fury glows! Vast magazines of plagues and storms, Lie treasur'd for his foes. 3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees Are forc'd into a flame, But kindled, O how fierce they blaze! And rend all nature's frame. 4 At his approach the mountains flee, And seek a wat'ry grave; The frighted sea makes haste away, And shrinks up ev'ry wave. 5 Thro' the wild air the weighty rocks Are swift as hail stones hurl'd: Who dares engage his fiery rage, That shakes the solid world? 6 Yet mighty God! thy sov'reign grace Sits regent on the throne, The refuge of thy chosen race, When wrath comes rushing down. 7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour, While we beneath thy shelt'ring wings Thy just revenge adore. Scripture: Nahum 1:2-3 Languages: English

Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.IX (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die; Wou'd he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine The glorious suff'rer stood!] 3 Was it for crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd For man the creature’s sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 6 But drops of grief can ne'er replay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. Languages: English

All glory to thy wondrous name

Hymnal: HSS31769 #III.XXXIII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: All glory to thy wondrous name, Father of mercy, God of love; Thus we exalt the Lord the Lamb, And thus we praise the heav'nly Dove. Topics: Doxologies Languages: English

A vision of the Lamb

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.XXV (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: All mortal vanities be gone Lyrics: 1 All mortal vanities be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears. 2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Sev'n are his eyes, and sev'n his horns, To speak his wisdom and his pow'r. 3 Lo he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne: Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees and things unknown.] 4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound Address their honours to his name. 5 [The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills; "Worthy art thou alone (they cry) "To read the book, to loose the seals."] 6 Our voices join the heav'nly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, "To be our teacher and our king!" 7 His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines: 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell With thine invaluable blood: And wretches that did once rebel Are now made fav'rites of their God. 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That dy'd for treasons not his own, By ev'ry tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's throne! Scripture: Revelation 5:6-9 Languages: English

Repentance flowing from the patience of God

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.CV (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: And are we wretches yet alive Lyrics: 1 And are we wretches yet alive; And do we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love, That bears us up from hell! 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threat'ning veng'ance rolls above, To crush our feeble frames. 3 Almighty goodness cries, "Forbear;" And straight the thunder stays: And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg'd our sin: Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been. 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; No more will we obey: Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand, And drive thy foes away. Languages: English

Triumph over death in hope of the resurrection

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.CX (1793) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: And must this body die Lyrics: 1 And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh. 3 God my Redeemer lives, And ever, from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face Look heav'nly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore His grace below, And sing his pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Languages: English

Our sin the cause of Christ's death

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.LXXXI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: And now the scales have left mine eyes Lyrics: 1 And now the scales have left mine eyes, Now I begin to see: O, the curs'd deeds my sins have done! What murd'rous things they be! 2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heav'nly limbs With floods of purple gore! 3 Was it for crimes that I had done My dearest Lord was slain, When justice seiz'd God's only Son, And put his soul to pain? 4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace, I'll wound my God no more; Hence from my heart, ye sins be gone, For Jesus I adore. 5 Furnish me, Lord, with heav'nly arms From grace's magazine, And I'll proclaim eternal war With ev'ry darling sin. Languages: English

Redemption, and protection from spiritual enemies

Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.LXXXII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Arise, my soul, my joyful pow'rs Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, my joyful pow'rs, And triumph in thy God; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. 2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell, And fix'd my standing more secure Than ’twas before I fell. 3 The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul he plac'd, And on the rock of ages set My slipp'ry footsteps fast. 4 The city of my bless'd abode Is wall'd around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place. 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite, And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging pow'r. 6 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing; Loud hallelujahs shall address My saviour and my King. Languages: English

Character of the Children of God

Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CXLIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: As new-born babes desire the breast Lyrics: 1 As new-born babes desire the breast To feed, and grow, and thrive; So saints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gospel live. 2 [With inward gust their heart approves All that the word relates; They love the men the Father loves, And hate the works he hates.] 3 [Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth Can make them slaves to lust; They cant forget their heav'nly birth, Nor grovel in the dust.] 4 [Not all the chains that tyrants use Shall bind their souls to vice; Faith like a conq'ror, can produce A thousand victories.] 5 [Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, Abides and reigns within; Immortal principles forbid The sons of God to sin.] 6 [Not by the terrors of a slave Do they perform his will. But with the noblest pow'rs they have, His sweet commands fulfil.] 7 They find access at ev'ry hour To God within the vail: Hence they derive a quick'ning pow'r, And joys that never fail. 8 O happy souls! O glorious state Of overflowing grace; To dwell so near their Father's seat, And see his lovely face. 9 Lord, I address'd thy heav'nly throne; Call me a child of thine; Send down the Spirit of thy Son To form my heart divine. 10 There shed thy choicest loves abroad, And make my comforts strong; Then shall I say, “My Father God,” With an unwav'ring tongue. Languages: English

Glory in the cross; or, not ashamed of Christ crucified

Hymnal: HSS31769 #III.XIX (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: At thy command, our dearest Lord Lyrics: 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that dy'd; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucify'd. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And fling their scandals on the cause; We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, He that was dead has left his tomb, He lives above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come. Languages: English