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Altho' the vine its fruit deny

Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 34 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: HABAKKUK
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How Vain, Great God

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: How vain, great God, and worse than vain Lyrics: 1 How vain, great God, and worse than vain, How sinful our pretended pain In this our evil day! Unless we to our Smiter turn, The cause of all our evils mourn, And cast our sins away. 2 ’Gainst vice we partially declaim, With undiscerning censure blame Our nation’s wickedness: But O! The sin that loudest cries For all the vengeance of the skies, We never once confess. 3 O might we from our hearts repent Of scorning Him Thy pity sent To heal our sin and grief! Assist us through Thy Spirit’s power, To own, and feelingly deplore Our damning unbelief. 4 Convince the wretches who deny Their Lord, that stooped for them to die, Who triumph in His pain, Who trample on His precious blood, And hate, and scoff the dying God, And crucify again. 5 Confound the misbelieving pride Of those that impiously divide Thy dearest Son and Thee, Who will not Him Thine equal own, But madly threaten to dethrone The filial Deity. 6 And O! Almighty Son of God, Into the blind self righteous crowd Thy sharpest arrows dart; The men who infidels condemn, Nor ever knew themselves the same, Mere infidels in heart. 7 A formal self deceiving race, Who mock the counsel of Thy grace, The sense of sins forgiven, The power of godliness explode, The witness, and the peace of God, And faith that leads to Heaven. 8 Forgive us, Lord, for such we were, And all our guilty brethren spare, Our unbelief reprove, Give us that root of sins to own, And make our wounded spirits groan Beneath their want of love. 9 Let all the faithless nation cry, Redeem us, Savior, or we die, A second death to feel: O Jesus, Thine only name and blood Can save us from the wrath of God, Can ransom us from hell. 10 On Thee our dying souls we cast, Our dying souls receive at last, And in Thy arms embrace, To triumph in Thy pardoning love, And sing with all the saved above Thine everlasting praise. Used With Tune: HABAKKUK Text Sources: Hymns Occasioned by the Earthquake, March 8, 1750 Part 2 (London: Strahan, 1750)
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Jesus Of Nazareth, Look Down

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Jesus of Nazareth, look down On those Thou call’st Thy flesh and bone, Thy suffering members here; Arise, in their defense arise, And now, in all the heathens’ eyes, Be their protector near. [originally, "On Israel’s part appear."] 2 Thy weakest confessors defend, And let them on Thyself depend, For help in their distress: Support, confirm the feeble mind, And keep them all on Thee reclined, And keep in perfect peace. 3 Let none forsake the fold and fly, Let none thro’ fear their Lord deny, But stand the fiery hour; The greatness of Thy mercy prove, The truth of Thy redeeming love, And all sufficient power. 4 Let none unwarily give place To Satan, with his angel face, And yield their souls to sell; To sell their conscience, and their God, Or weary leave the narrow road, And go for ease—to hell. 5 Still may they on the world look down, Superior to its smile and frown, Its threats and promises; The tempter tread beneath their feet, And Thee, where Satan keeps his seat, In life, and death confess. 6 O, Savior, now their fears remove, The sense of Thy redeeming love Abundantly impart, To all whose sacred love we feel; The prayer of faith this moment seal On every panting heart. Used With Tune: HABAKKUK Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems, Vol. 2, 1749
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O glorious hope of perfect love!

Author: Charles Wesley Appears in 215 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: HABAKKUK
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O love divine, how sweet thou art!

Author: Charles Wesley Appears in 365 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: HABAKKUK
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How Happy Is the Pilgrim's Lot

Author: John Wesley Meter: 8.8.6 D Appears in 179 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 Lyrics: 1. How happy is the pilgrim’s lot! How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2. This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from self design, From every creature love; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lightened of its load, And seeks the things above. 3. The things eternal I pursue, A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen; Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean I neither have nor want. 4. I have no sharer of my heart, To rob my Savior of a part, And desecrate the whole; Only betrothed to Christ am I, And wait His coming from the sky, To wed my happy soul. 5. I have no babes to hold me here; But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim, Better than daughters or than sons, Temples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesus’ name. 6. No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness, A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. 7. Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. 8. There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there. And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 9. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet Thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest; Now let the pilgrim’s journey end, Now, O my Savior, brother, friend. Receive me to Thy breast! Used With Tune: HABAKKUK Text Sources: Hymns for Those That Seek and Those That Have Redemption in the Blood of Jesus, 1747
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Come On, My Partners In Distress

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Meter: 8.8.6 D Appears in 234 hymnals Matching Instances: 3 Topics: Eternal Life Used With Tune: HABAKKUK

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