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Who Is This That Comes From Edom?

Author: John R. Macduff Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Who is that comes from Edom Lyrics: 1 Who is that comes from Edom, With His garments dyed in blood? It is He who bought our freedom, Bearing sin’s accursèd load; Mighty Savior! Who alone the wine press trod. 2 Nothing to Thy footstool bringing, But unworthiness and guilt, Solely to Thy merits clinging, All my hopes on Thee are built; Blessèd Jesus! Thou canst save me if Thou wilt! 3 Who is this that comes from Edom? But ’tis not as once He came; Trembling thousands now must meet Him On His car of cloud and flame; Guilty sinners! Who on earth despised His name. 4 Ne’er may I be of the number Who shall thus His throne surround, Startled from a guilty slumber By the final trumpet sound; Seeking shelter, Where no shelter can be found! 5 Oh, Thou Mighty One of Edom, Who the wine press trodd’st alone, Let me triumph in Thy freedom Which Thy bleeding love has won; Then I’ll meet Thee, Fearless, on Thy judgment throne! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Altar Stones, (London: James Nisbet, 1853)

Voz de amor y de clemencia

Author: J. B. Cabrera Appears in 10 hymnals Used With Tune: SAN AGUSTIN

Ved del cielo descendiendo

Author: G. H. Rule; John Cennick, 1718-1755 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Ved del cielo descendiendo Al triunfante Redentor; En su majestad tremenda Aparece el Salvador. Su justicia En la tierra reinará. 2 Vedlo todos, revestido De divina claridad: Los que a Cristo habéis vendido, Los que llenos de maldad, Con escarnio Le llamasteis malhechor. 3 Muestra ahora las heridas Que le hicieron en la cruz; Las señales estampadas En su cuerpo, que, a la luz De la gloria, Encarecen su piedad. 4 Cristo, rey, te veneramos En tu augusto tribunal; Nuestras frentes inclinamos Ante Ti, Dios eternal, Juez divino, Todo ser te temerá. Topics: Ocasiones Especiales Segunda Venida de Nuestro Señor; Special Occasion Second Coming of our Lord Used With Tune: SAINT AUSTIN

They Who Hate Thee, Oh My Father

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: They who hate Thee, oh my Father Lyrics: 1 They who hate Thee, oh my Father, Thou wilt clothe with endless shame, But the righteous who revere Thee, Thou Thy children wilt proclaim; In Thy records, May I see my worthless name. 2 There should it be found inscribèd, It shall never know decay, Though the rocks and hills may vanish, Time and all things pass away; Blessed prospect, Of a never ending day. 3 Then amidst unnumbered dangers, I will dwell devoid of fear; Earth and hell can never injure Those who are Thy special care, Whose inscription Thou hast placed on records fair. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

Saints, Behold The Mighty Angel

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Saints, behold the mighty angel, Standing on the earth and sea; Lo, his hand he lifts to Heaven, Swears that time no more shall be: Awful moment, Where shall now the sinner flee? 2 Short is time, e’en at the longest, Man’s frail life is shorter still; All his days are full of sorrow, That will soon their course fulfil: Happy mortal, Who performs his Maker’s will. 3 May the awful hour approaching, Sink within my thoughtless mind, So that when l hence am summoned, Cheerful I may feel resigned: At that moment, Let me, Lord, Thy mercy find! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

O That Day Of Dread And Wonder

Author: Henry F. Lyte Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 O that day of dread and wonder, When to judgment Christ shall come! When a voice of more than thunder, Sounding through the silent tomb, Shall awaken All to their eternal doom! 2 Midst the crowds who then assemble, Naked at their judge’s throne, Who of all the most shall tremble? They that now among His own Dwell and worship, But whom Christ has never known. 3 Empty forms and loud profession, Offerings heaped upon His shrine, Where there is no heart impression, Cannot please the eye divine. All is worthless, Till the spirit, Lord, is Thine. 4 Light a flame of love within us; Tune our souls to prayer and praise; To Thy own blest image win us; Guide us in Thy righteous ways. Here convert us, And at last to glory raise. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Spirit of the Psalms, 1834

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising

Author: Claude de Santeüil; John Chandler Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Sing aloud in mournful strain Of the sorrows most amazing, And the agonizing pain, Which our Saviour Sinless bore, for sinners slain. 2 He the ruthless scourge enduring, Ransom for our sins to pay, Sinners by His own stripes curing, Raising those who wounded lay, Bore our sorrow, And removed our pains away. 3 He to liberty restored us By the very bonds He bare; And His nail-pierced limbs afford us Each a stream of mercy rare: Lo! He draws us To the Cross, and keeps us there. 4 When His painful life was ended, Then the spear transfixed His side: Blood and water thence descended, Pouring forth a double tide: This to cleanse us, That to heal us is applied. 5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford; May we, now Thy love possessing, And at length our full reward, Ever praise Thee, As our ever-glorious Lord! Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN

Lo! The Mighty God Appearing

Author: William Goode, 1762-1816 Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 52 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Lo! the mighty God appearing, From on high Jehovah speaks! Eastern lands the summons hearing, O’er the west His thunder breaks: Earth beholds Him! Universal nature shakes! 2. Zion, all its light unfolding, God in glory shall display: Lo! He comes! nor silence holding, Fire and clouds prepare His way: Tempests round Him! Hasten on the dreadful day! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN

Lo, He Comes,The King Of Glory

Author: Benjamin Beddome Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lo, He comes, the King of glory Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes, the King of glory, See, He rends the yielding sky; Heav’nly flaming guards attend Him, And the fearful lightnings fly: Awful grandeur, Sinner, now thy doom is nigh! 2 Earth and elements dissolving, Orbs of light their luster lose; The dread trumpets sound tremendous, Bid the graves their dead disclose; The pale nations Now appear as friends or foes. 3 Thousand times ten thousand standing, Bow before His radiant throne; Summoned now to the tribunal, What for sinners can be done? Awful crisis, When each ray of hope is gone! 4 Oh, the dreadful consternation, When they hear the sentence giv’n, Never more to be repealèd, Parting them from bliss and Heav’n; And to Tophet In confusion they are driv’n. 5 Oh may I at that dread moment, In the Judge behold a friend; Hear His voice in loudest accents, Bid me to His throne ascend; Join the chorus That shall never, never end. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

Lo, He Comes, Arrayed In Vengeance

Author: Joseph Swain Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes, arrayed in vengeance, Riding down the heav’nly road; Floods of fury roll before him— Who can meet an angry God? Tremble sinners, Who can stand before His rod! 2 Lo He comes, in glory shining; Saints, arise and meet your king! "Glorious Captain of salvation, Welcome! welcome!" hear them sing! Shouts of triumph, Make the heav’ns with echoes ring. 3 Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hear the dreadful sound "Depart," Rattling, like a peal of thunder, Through each guilty rebel’s heart! Lost for ever, Hope and sinners here must part! 4 Still they hear the awful sentence; Hell resounds the dreadful roar, While their heart-strings twinge with anguish, Trembling on the burning shore! Justice seals it— Down they sink, to rise no more! 5 How they shrink, with horror viewing Hell’s deep caverns opening wide! Guilty thoughts, like ghosts pursuing, Plunge them down the rolling tide! Now consider, Ye who scorn the Lamb that died! 6 Hark! ten thousand harps resounding! Formed in bright and grand array, See the glorious armies rising, While their captain leads the way! Heav’n before them Opens an eternal day! Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Walworth Hymns (London: J. Matthews, 1792)