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God of our fathers, known of old
Author: Rudyard Kipling Appears in 232 hymnals Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM
God of our fathers, known of old
Ten Compasión de Mí
Author: Henry G. Jackson Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Ten compasión de mí, Señor Scripture: Psalm 51 Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: Basado en el Salmo 51
Ten Compasión de Mí
Adored By The Acclaiming Crowd
Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Adored by the acclaiming crowd,
He falls a man, and not a god!
He falls (no sooner deified
Than smote) a sacrifice to pride,
Anticipates the final hour,
And worms their fellow worm devour.
2 The man who praise from man receives,
Nor to his God the glory gives,
In him the just reward we see
Of sacrilegious vanity;
And all which nature called her own
We now refer to God alone.
3 But chiefly, Lord, the gifts of grace
To Thy sole glory we confess,
Afraid to rob Thee of Thy right,
And arrogate with vain delight,
Or take the homage of the throng
Which only doth to Thee belong.
4 Whoe’er, like Lucifer, aspire,
And suffer men their grace t’admire,
Most humbled, when exalted most,
Of Christ alone we make our boast,
And own (if we perfection name)
Perfection is with Christ the same. Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: Short Hymns, 1762
Adored By The Acclaiming Crowd
Tremendous Lord, Thy Voice We Hear
Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Tremendous Lord, Thy voice we hear,
"In glorious majesty severe,
In anger great, I soon will rise!
Vengeance on that appointed day
Shall fiercely claim its destined prey,
And seize the victims of the skies.
2 "I will Mine indignation pour,
On all th’assembled kingdoms shower
The vials of My jealous ire;
My wrath shall to the utmost come,
The whole devoted earth consume,
And burn My foes with quenchless fire."
Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: Short Hymns on Select Passages of Holy Scripture (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)
Tremendous Lord, Thy Voice We Hear
Come, King Of Saints, So Long Concealed
Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Come, King of saints, so long concealed
In majesty divine revealed,
With glorious pomp, and heavenly power!
All things unto Thyself subdue,
Restore, create them all anew,
And reign when time shall be no more.
2 Shorten the great extreme distress,
Fulfill Thy largest promises,
For which the Bride and Spirit groan:
Thy groan in all Thy creatures hear,
And now th’Almighty Lord appear,
Appear on Thine eternal throne! Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: Short Hymns on Select Passages of Holy Scripture (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)
Come, King Of Saints, So Long Concealed
Total Eclipse
Author: Richard W. Adams Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Total eclipse! No sun, no moon! Lyrics: 1 Total eclipse! No sun, no moon!
All dark amidst the blaze of noon!
Oh, glorious light! No cheering ray
To glad my eyes with welcome day!
Why thus deprived Thy prime decree?
Sun, moon, and stars are dark to me!
2 I search God’s Word, and there I see
The day will come when signs these be;
The moon confounded, sun ashamed,
The stars withdrawn, the heav’ns in flame;
The oceans roar as nations fight,
And clouds and smoke turn day to night.
3 O Lord, You are our strength and stay,
Protect us in that awful day;
When heav’n departs, a worn out scroll,
When islands move from pole to pole;
When rocks and mountains cannot save
The guilty from the yawning grave.
4 But those who call upon the Lord,
His arm will save, will help afford;
He is a refuge, covert, tower,
Not hell or earth can overpower;
For those washed clean in Jesus’ blood,
He keeps them safe above the flood. Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: V. 1 from the oratorio Samson by George F. Handel, 1741
Total Eclipse
Where Thou Hast Chosen To Reside
Author: Thomas Newcomb Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Where Thou hast chosen to reside Lyrics: 1 Where Thou hast chosen to reside,
Great God, fair Salem’s beauteous towers;
The heathen, with a conqueror’s pride,
And with a foe’s revenge devours!
Thy temple round with slaughter red
Which we adore, as well as dread.
2 The city once Thy dwelling place,
With dust and ruins covered o’er,
Their rage o’erturns; their swords deface,
Made wet with wretched Judah’s gore;
No friends their dying friends to mourn;
No eye to weep around their urn.
3 The victor’s fury to allay,
The bodies of our heroes slain
Become the wolves’ untimely prey,
The vulture’s food, on every plain.
Whose blood, like waves, our wall surrounds,
That issues from their streaming wounds.
4 Fair Zion, once Thy dear delight,
Does Syria’s loud derision grow;
Once great in arms, and famed in fight,
The scorn of each prevailing foe:
We sink beneath Thy jealous ire,
And near Thy blasting breath expire.
5 Oh, turn Thy shafts! and let the foe,
Deriding now Thy mighty power,
Thy anger feel; Thy fury know
The vengeance of one fearful hour;
Who, whelmed in death, across each plain,
Shall dread Thy name, they now disdain!
6 The vale where silver Jordan strayed,
With his propitious stream embraced;
Is, by proud Edom’s triumph, made
A scene of death! a frightful waste;
No sheaves our trodden furrows yield,
No harvests wave along the field.
7 Oh, drive and banish from Thy thought
That guilt which does our realms destroy;
Before Thy eyes be never brought
Those sins that rob of us of each joy;
Our mournful land with slaughter fill,
And more than Edom’s fury, kill.
8 Oh, with a parent’s pitying care,
Sad Judah’s wretched kingdoms save;
And those whose justice cannot spare
Let Thy superior mercy save;
Thy arm, that does our foe subdue,
Must be both strong and steady, too!
9 Assert Thy glorious strength around,
Thy Heav’n, Thy might, and Godhead’s fame;
That impious worlds, with dread profound,
May own, and tremble at Thy name;
Nor ask, in what Thy arm excels,
Who is our God, or where He dwells?
10 Rise then, in all Thy fury rise,
Be our avenging God once more;
Prostrate before our ravished eyes,
The nations glutted with our gore;
Our speaking wounds invoke Thy sky,
With a sad voice for vengeance cry!
11 Oh, let each sigh the captives send,
From the dark prison where they moan
In sadness, to Thy Heav’n ascend,
And calm Thy wrath; and move Thy throne;
And let Thy power, and pity save
The prisoners, destined to the grave;
12 On impious nations, that deride
Thy arm, a seven-fold vengeance shower;
And crush the haughty scorner’s pride,
And quell the loud blasphemer’s power.
That we Thy might in songs may raise,
As pleased to bless, as we to praise.
Used With Tune: FOLKINGHAM Text Sources: Sacred Hymns (London: John Pemberton & John Walthoe, 1726)
Where Thou Hast Chosen To Reside
