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O love divine, how sweet thou art!
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Standard Church Hymnal #87 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
O love divine, how sweet thou art!
But can it be that I should prove
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Standard Church Hymnal #88 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
But can it be that I should prove
O love divine, how sweet thou art!
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Methodist Hymnal #368 (1905) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
O love divine, how sweet thou art!
O glorious hope of perfect love!
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymn and Tune Book of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South (Round Note Ed.) #431 (1902) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
O glorious hope of perfect love!
Come on, my partners in distress
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Methodist Hymnal #432 (1905) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Come on, my partners in distress
Although the vine its fruit deny
Author: H. U. Onderdonk Hymnal: The Standard Church Hymnal #478 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Although the vine its fruit deny
Come On, My Partners In Distress
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal #566 (1999) Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond the vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.
2 Beyond the bounds of time and space
Look forward to that heavenly place,
The saints' secure abode:
On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.
3 Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before His face appear
And by His side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.
4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope!
It lifts the fainting spirits up,
It brings to life the dead:
Our conflicts here shall soon be past
And you and I ascend at last,
Triumphant with our head.
5 That great mysterious Deity
We soon with open face shall see;
The beatific sight
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise,
And wide diffuse the golden blaze
Of everlasting light.
AMEN. Topics: Eternal Life Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Come On, My Partners In Distress
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Author: John Wesley Hymnal: The Methodist Hymnal #624 (1905) Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Come On, My Partners in Distress
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #971 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond the vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.
2. Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that happy place,
The saints’ secure abode;
On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.
3. See where the Lamb in glory stands,
Encircled with His radiant bands,
And join the angelic powers.
For all that height of glorious bliss,
Our everlasting portion is,
And all that Heaven is ours.
4. Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before His face appear
And by His side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.
5. Thrice blessèd, bliss-inspiring hope!
It lifts the fainting spirits up,
It brings to life the dead;
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,
Triumphant with our Head.
6. That great mysterious Deity
We soon with open face shall see;
The beatific sight
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise,
And wide diffuse the golden blaze
Of everlasting light.
7. The Father shining on His throne,
The glorious co-eternal Son,
The Spirit one and seven,
Conspire our rapture to complete;
And lo! we fall before His feet,
And silence heightens Heaven.
8. In hope of that ecstatic pause,
Jesus, we now sustain Thy cross,
And at Thy footstool fall,
’Till Thou our hidden life reveal,
’Till Thou our ravished spirits fill,
And God is all in all. Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Come On, My Partners in Distress
How Happy Is the Pilgrim's Lot
Author: John Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2442 Meter: 8.8.6 D 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! Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
How Happy Is the Pilgrim's Lot
How Vain, Great God
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8931 Meter: 8.8.6 D 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. Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
How Vain, Great God
Jesus Of Nazareth, Look Down
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9232 Meter: 8.8.6 D 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. Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Jesus Of Nazareth, Look Down
They Come From Far A King To Seek
Author: Isabella J. Postgate Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12783 Meter: 8.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 They come from far a king to seek,
They find a babe and maiden meek,
In low-roofed oxen stall:
Yet rightly richest gifts they bring,
For truly this Babe is King of all kings,
The God and Lord of all.
2 Bright gold one offers now to Him,
Whose glory makes the fine gold dim,
His kingly state to show;
And myrrh the bitter hour of strife,
When He, who giveth all things life,
In death’s dust lieth low.
3 One offers frankincense sweet and rare,
The symbol meet of praise and prayer,
Before the cradle-throne;
For surely God is in this place,
And in the blessèd Infant’s face
The might of God is shown.
4 Lord, grant us, as the kings of old,
By faith the glory to behold
Which Thy poor form doth veil;
Within the stable’s narrow bound
To know a spot of holy ground
And kneel our God to hail:
5 That, in dark shades of sinful night,
Since Thou dost call us to Thy light,
We may no longer roam;
But, lifting heart and eyes to Heav’n,
We follow the sign Thy love hath giv’n
Until the star leads us home! Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
They Come From Far A King To Seek
Altho' the vine its fruit deny
Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #442 (1883) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: HABAKKUK
Altho' the vine its fruit deny
