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I see the crowd in Pilate's hall

Author: Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808- ) Hymnal: Carmina Sanctorum, a selection of hymns and songs of praise with tunes #202a (1886) Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ Scripture: Matthew 27:22 Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
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I see the crowd in Pilate's hall

Author: Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808- ) Hymnal: Carmina Sanctorum #202 (1885) Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
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'Twas I That Did It

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11253 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: I see the crowd in Pilate’s hall Lyrics: 1 I see the crowd in Pilate’s hall, I mark their wrathful mien; Their shouts of crucify appall, With blasphemy between. 2 And of that shouting multitude I feel that I am one; And in that din of voices rude, I recognize my own. 3 I see the scourges tear His back, I see the piercing crown, And of that crowd who smite and mock, I feel that I am one. 4 Around yon cross, the throng I see, Mocking the sufferer’s groan, Yet still my voice it seems to be— As if I mocked alone. 5 ’Twas I that shed the sacred blood, I nailed Him to the tree, I crucified the Christ of God, I joined the mockery. 6 Yet not the less that blood avails, To cleanse away my sin, And not the less that cross prevails To give me peace within. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
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The Last Great Day Is Drawing Nigh

Author: William Sanders; Hugh Bourne Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12733 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The last great day is drawing nigh When Christ, the Judge, shall come, With all the armies of the sky, To call His children home. 2 Behold! the vengeful day of God: Destruction flies around, The mountains tremble at His nod, His trumpet shakes the ground. 3 Sinners with trembling leave the tomb At His supreme command; Behold! the day of God is come! How will the sinner stand? 4 All who against the living God Continue to rebel, Must fall beneath His vengeful rod, And bear the pains of hell. 5 But those who in His name believe, And humbly watch and pray, Shall each a starry crown receive, And reign in endless day. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
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Raise Not Thy Hand In Judgment, Lord

Author: Benjamin Beddome Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15708 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Raise not Thy hand in judgment, Lord, With us, a guilty race; Thy needful succor now afford, And help us in distress. 2 Let not the waterspouts descend, Nor burst upon our plains; But in Thy mercy condescend To stay the sweeping rains. 3 Command the clouded sun to shine, And shed a constant ray; Directed by a hand divine, Our night shall turn to day. 4 Oh let its fructifying beam, The precious grain mature; And we Thy goodness will proclaim, Whose promise shall endure. 5 Wonder and love shall tune our tongues, For all Thy kindness shown, While thankful we in joyful songs, Thy gracious hand will own. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT
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Satan, By Artifice And Fraud

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16240 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Satan, by ar­ti­fice and fraud Lyrics: 1 Satan, by ar­ti­fice and fraud, Unwary souls de­coys; Draws the af­fect­ions off from God, Allures, and then de­stroys. 2 With sub­tle art he spreads the net, Ye saints, in time be­ware; Be cir­cum­spect, and guard your feet Against the dan­ger­ous snare. 3 Though he as­sumes an an­gel’s face, As oft­en­times he will; Yet swift­ly flee this foe to peace, For he is Sa­tan still. 4 To God ap­proach by fer­vent pray­er, And His as­sist­ance crave; Then will He make your souls His care, Who migh­ty is to save. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT

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