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Of the Last Day

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: The time is very near Lyrics: The time is very near When, Lord, Thou wilt be here The signs whereof Thou’st spoken Thine advent should betoken, We’ve seen them oft fulfilling In number beyond telling. What shall I do then, Lord? But rest upon Thy word, The promise Thou hast given That Thou wilt come from heaven, Me from the grave deliver And from all woe for ever. Ah! Jesus Christ, how fair Wilt be my portion there! The welcome Thou’lt address me, Thy glances, how they’ll bless me, When I the earth forsaking, My flight to Thee am taking. Ah! what will be the word Thou’lt speak, my Shepherd Lord! What will be then Thy greeting, Me and my brethren meeting? Thy members Thou wilt own us, And near Thyself enthrone us. And in that blessèd hour, How shall I have the pow’r Mine eyelids dry of keeping, How tears of joy from weeping Refrain, that flowing over My cheeks, like floods would cover? And what a beauteous light Will from Thy face so bright Beam on me, then in heaven, When sight of Thee is given, Thy goodness then me filling, Joy will my breast be swelling. I’ll see then and adore Thy body bruisèd sore, Whereon our faith is founded, The prints of nails that wounded Thy hands and feet be greeting, Thy gaze with rapture meeting. Thou, Lord, alone dost know The joys so pure that flow In life’s unfailing river In paradise for ever, Thou can’st portray, and show them: By faith alone I know them. What I’ve believ’d stands sure, Remaineth aye secure; My part the wealth surpasseth; The richest here amasseth; All other wealth decayeth My portion ever stayeth. My God, my fairest Part! How will my bounding heart With joy be overflowing, Praise evermore renewing, When through the door of heaven By Thee is entrance given? Thou’lt say, “Come, taste and see, Oh! child, belov’d by me, Come, taste the gifts so precious I and my Father gracious Have to bestow, come hither, In pleasure bask for ever.” Alas! thou world so poor! Of wealth, what is thy store? Mean is it to be holden, Compar’d with all the golden Crowns and thrones Jesus placeth For whom He loves and graceth. Here is the angel’s home, Bless’d spirits hither come, Here nought is heard but singing, Nought seen but joy up-springing, No cross, no death, no sorrow, No parting on the morrow. Hold! hold! my sense so weak! What dost thou think and speak, What’s fathomless, art sounding? What’s measureless, art bounding? Here must man’s wit be bending The eloquent be ending. Lord! I delight in Thee, Thou ne’er shalt go from me, Thy hand in bounty giveth More than my heart conceiveth, Or I can e’er be counting, So high Thy mercy’s mounting. How sad, O Lord, am I, Until I from on high See Thee in glory hither Come, Thine own to deliver, Wert Thou but now revealing Thyself! my wish fulfilling! The time is known to Thee; It best becometh me To be prepar’d for going, And all things so be doing, That every moment even My heart may be in Heaven. This grant, Lord, and me bless. That so Thy truth and grace May keep me ever waking, That Thy day not o’ertaking Me unawares, affright me, But may, O Lord! delight me. Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs, 1867

Thanksgiving for Gracious Sunshine

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Now gone is all the rain Lyrics: Now gone is all the rain, Rejoice my heart again, Sing after times of sadness To God thy Lord with gladness! Our God His heart hath turnèd Our pray’r He hath not spurnèd. On sea and on our land Outstretchèd was His hand, In anger us addressing; He said, “Ye’re aye transgressing, In ways of sin ye wander, Nor ever turn, nor ponder. “So shall my Heaven’s light Its countenance so bright With robe of blackness cover, With dark clouds be spread over; No longer shine in glory But shall be weeping o’er thee.” Appeas’d His wrath our sighs That to His ears did rise, For He forgetteth never His mercy that dures ever, His Spirit tow’rd us yearning, His anger ceas’d from burning. The clouds away then sped, The path the damp winds tread, From whence the rain descended, Was clos’d, the torrents ended, And from the deeps of Heaven No waters more were given. Now wearied field away Thy robe of sadness lay, Arise from out thy sadness And let us hear with gladness Thee songs of summer raising, Thy great Creator praising. The glorious sun, see there, Comes forth again so fair, With blessings earth doth cover; Now all the rains are over, Hills, valleys are receiving Its wondrous beams life-giving. The earth’s reviv’d again; What drown’d was by the rain Will once again be living And precious fruit be giving, The fields good wheat forth bringing, In meadows grass be springing. The trees so very fair Fruit-laden will stand there; From hill-sides like a river Will wine and oil flow ever; In warm and quiet weather Will bees their honey gather. Our portion He will give Who in the Heav’ns doth live. He’ll bounteously bestow it, We shall partake and know it; And what earth will supply us Will amply satisfy us. God faithful is and true, His mercy’s ever new, His anger soon is turnèd. He gives what we’ve ne’er earnèd He doth Himself discover To us, our sins looks over. O man! direct thy ways, And all thou dost, to praise Thy Master’s love and favour, So that thy heart may never His faithful heart be grieving, To Him offence be giving! Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867

Hymn On The Titles Of Christ

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 11 hymnals First Line: Arise, my soul, arise Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise Thy Savior’s sacrifice! All the names that love could find, All the forms that love could take Jesus in Himself has joined, Thee, my soul, His own to make. 2 Equal with God, most high, He laid His glory by: He, th’eternal God was born, Man with men He deigned t’appear, Object of His creature’s scorn, Pleased a servant’s form to wear. 3 Hail everlasting Lord, Divine, incarnate Word! Thee let all my powers confess, Thee my latest breath proclaim; Help, ye angel choirs, to bless, Shout the loved Immanuel’s name. 4 Fruit of a virgin’s womb The promised blessing’s come: Christ the fathers’ hope of old, Christ the woman’s conquering seed, Christ the Savior! Long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent’s head. 5 Refulgent from afar See the bright Morning-Star! See the Day-Spring from on high Late in deepest darkness rise, Night recedes, the shadows fly, Flame with day the opening skies! 6 Our eyes on earth survey The dazzling Shechinah! Bright, in endless glory bright Now in flesh He stoops to dwell, God of God, and light of light, Image of th’invisible. 7 He shines on earth adored The presence of the Lord; God, the mighty God and true, God by highest Heav’n confessed, Stands displayed to mortal view, God supreme, for ever blest. 8 Jesu! To Thee I bow Th’Almighty’s fellow Thou! Thou, the Father’s only Son, Pleased He ever is in Thee; Just and holy Thou alone, Full of grace and truth for me. 9 High above every name Jesus, the great I AM! Bows to Jesus every knee Things in Heav’n, and earth and hell; Saints adore Him, demons flee, Fiends and men and angels feel. 10 He left His throne above Emptied of all, but love: Whom the heav’ns cannot contain God vouchsafed a worm t’appear, Lord of glory, Son of man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. 11 His own on earth He sought, His own received Him not: Him, a sign by all blasphemed, Outcast and despised of men, Him they all a madman deemed, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. 12 Hail Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing; Never shall Thy triumphs end, Hail derided majesty; Jesus, hail! The sinner’s friend, Friend of publicans—and me! 13 Thine eye observed my pain Thou good Samaritan! Spoiled I lay and bruised by sin, Gasped my faint, expiring soul, Wine and oil Thy love poured in, Closed my wounds, and made me whole. 14 Hail the life-giving Lord, Divine, engrafted word! Thee the life my soul has found, Thee the resurrection proved: Dead I heard the quickening sound, Owned Thy voice, believed, and loved! 15 With Thee gone up on high I live, no more to die: First and Last, I feel Thee now, Witness of Thy empty tomb, Alpha and Omega Thou Wast, and art, and art to come! Used With Tune: BANGOR Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems (London: Strahan, 1739)

Eternal Spirit, Come

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Eternal Spirit, come Into Thy meanest home; From Thy high and holy place, Where Thou dost in glory reign, Stoop in condescending grace Stoop to the poor heart of man. 2. For Thee our hearts we lift, And wait the heavenly gift, Giver, Lord, of life divine, To our dying souls appear; Grant the grace for which we pine, Give Thyself, the Comforter. 3. Our ruined souls repair, And fix Thy mansion there; Claim us for Thy constant shrine, All Thy glorious self reveal; Life, and power, and love divine, God in us for ever dwell. Used With Tune: BANGOR (Toronto) Text Sources: Hymns of Petition and Thanksgiving for the Promise of the Father, 1746, as number three of Hymns for Whitsunday

How Weak the Thoughts, and Vain

Author: Charles Wesley; John Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 12 hymnals Lyrics: 1. How weak the thoughts, and vain, Of self-deluding men! Men who, fixed to earth alone, Think their houses shall endure, Fondly call their lands their own, To their distant heirs secure. 2. How happy then are we, Who build, O Lord, on Thee; What can our foundation shock? Though the shattered earth remove, Stands our city on a rock, On the Rock of heavenly love. 3. A house we call our own Which cannot be o’erthrown; In the general ruin sure, Storms and earthquakes it defies; Built immovably secure, Built eternal in the skies. 4. High on Immanuel’s land We see the fabric stand: From a tottering world remove To our steadfast mansion there; Our inheritance above Cannot pass from heir to heir. 5. Those amaranthine bowers (Unalienably ours) Bloom, our infinite reward, Rise, our permanent abode; From the founded world prepared; Purchased by the blood of God. 6. O might we quickly find The place for us designed; See the long-expected day Of our full redemption here; Let the shadows flee away, Let the new-made world appear! 7. High on Thy great white throne, O King of saints, come down! In the new Jerusalem Now triumphantly descend; Let the final trump proclaim Joys begun which ne’er shall end! Used With Tune: CALVARY (Turvey) Text Sources: Hymns Occasioned by the Earthquake, March 8, 1750, by Charles & John Wesley

Author of faith, appear

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: The Christian Life - Full Salvation Looking to Christ

How happy, Lord, are we

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: The Christian Life - The Hope of Heaven The abiding home Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:1

How shall a sinner find

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ His Sufferings and Death; The Christian Life Repentance and Forgiveness Used With Tune: SHAFTESBURY

Hail, caessential Three

Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 12 hymnals

Fly, To The Mountains Fly

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Fly, to the mountains fly; Sinners, on Christ rely! Our strong mountain is the Lord: He keeps off th’invading bands, He averts th’impending sword; Christ the Christian’s fortress stands. 2 Happy who trust in Him, Almighty to redeem: Neither wars nor plagues they fear, Public ills they calmly meet, Smile at desolation near, Trample death beneath their feet. 3 But woes, redoubled woes Attend the Savior’s foes: Worldly men and things who love, God, His things and people hate; O what sorrows will they prove, Crushed by all His judgments’ weight! 4 Woe to the souls at ease, The slaves of foul excess; Charged with surfeiting, or wine, Drunk with pleasure, or with care, Big with earthly low design, Fond of their attachments there. 5 Secure on earth who dwell, They all His plagues shall feel; Senseless, till the day oppress; Thoughtless, till the ruin come: Pangs shall then their spirits seize, Earnest of their final doom. 6 But we Thy warning take, We, Lord, the world forsake: Thou hast kindly said, Beware, Armed us by Thy word of grace, Told us of the fatal snare Spread for all the earth-born race. 7 Thy judgments we revere, Thy speaking rod we hear. Thou shalt keep our cautioned heart Free from care, from pleasure free: Thou alone our portion art, All our treasure is in Thee. 8 Thee let us still obey, And always watch and pray; Pray against the sore distress, Plagues, that on the world shall fall, Counted, through Thy righteousness, Worthy to escape them all. 9 Worthy esteemed through grace, To stand before Thy face; Called to see our judge appear, Son of Man, with glory crowned; Glad th’archangel’s voice to hear, Shouting at the trumpet sound. 10 O wouldst Thou now descend, And all our sufferings end! Hear the Bride and Spirit pray, Hasten, Lord, the general doom; Bring the great tremendous day, Come away, to judgment come! Used With Tune: BANGOR Text Sources: Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution by John and Charles Wesley (London: Strahan, 1744)