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The Traveller's Psalm

Author: Addison Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 322 hymnals First Line: How are thy servant's bless'd, O Lord Lyrics: 1 How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When, by the dreadful tempest borne, High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to thy will: The sea, that roars at thy command, At thy command is still. 5 In 'midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we'll adore, We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. 6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to thee. Topics: Creation and Providence; Mariner's psalm; Traveller's psalm
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The Spiritual Pilgrim

Author: J. C. W. Appears in 182 hymnals First Line: How happy is the pilgrim's lot Lyrics: 1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot, How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2 His happiness in part is mine, Already sav'd from self-design, From every creature love! Bless'd with the scorn of finte good, My soul is lighten'd of its load, And seeks the things above. 3 The things eternal I pursue And happiness beyond the view Of those who basely pant For things by nature felt or seen: Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. 4 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. 5 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. 5 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! Topics: The Christian; Christian A pilgrim; Happiness Of spiritual pilgrims; The spiritual Pilgrim
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A Prospect of the Resurrection

Author: Dr. Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 117 hymnals First Line: How long shall death the tyrant reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust? 2 Lo, I behold the scatter'd shades, The dawn of heaven appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres. 3 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise!" And lo the graves obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. 5 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their king, And low adore him there. 5 O may our humble spirits stand Amongst them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 7 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning king Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies, On love's triumphant wing! Topics: The Resurrection of the Body; Resurrection Of The Body Text Sources: Dr. Watts's Lyric
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The Pool of Bethesda

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 33 hymnals First Line: How long, thou faithful God, shall I Lyrics: 1 How long, thou faithful God, shall I Here on thy ways forgotten lie? When shall the means of healing be The channels of thy grace to me? 2 Sinners on every side step in, And wash away their pain and sin; But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still ie expiring at the Pool. 3 Thou cov'nant angel swift come down, To-day thine own appointments crown; Thy power into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use. 4 Thou seest me lying at the Pool. I would, thou know'st I would be whole; O let the troubled waters move, And minister thy healing love. Topics: Worship Hymns Before Sermon; Pool of Bethesda; Public Religion Scripture: John 5:2-4
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Pardoning Love

Author: Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 316 hymnals First Line: How oft, alas, this wretched heart Lyrics: 1 How oft, alas, this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart Forgetful of his word! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "return:" Dear Lord, and may I come! My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live To speak thy wondrous love! 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Savior, I adore; Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. Topics: Scripture Doctrines and Blessings Pardon; Pardoning Love Scripture: Jeremiah 3:22
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The inspired word, a System of Knowledge and Joy

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 646 hymnals First Line: How precious is the book divine Lyrics: 1 How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine To guide our souls to heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts In this dark vale of tears; Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 3 This lamp, thro' all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. Topics: Scripture; Inspiration of the scriptures; Scriptures Their inspiration Scripture: Psalm 119:105
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Prayer, answered by Crosses

Author: Newton Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 135 hymnals First Line: I ask'd the Lord that I might grow Lyrics: 1 I ask'd the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer; But it has been in such away, As almost drove me to despair. 3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour, At once he'd answer my request; And, by his love's constraining power, Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 4 Instead of this, he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart, And let the angry powers of hell Assault my soul in every part. 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my grounds, and laid me low. 6 "Lord, why is this," I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" "'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer prayer for grace and faith. 7 "These inward trials I employ, "From self, and pride, to set thee free; "And break thy schemes of earthly joy, "That thou may'st seek thy all in me." Topics: The Christian; Christian His prayers answered by crosses; Prayer Answered by Crosses
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The Ransom

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 34 hymnals First Line: I come, the great Redeemer cries Lyrics: 1 "I come," the great redeemer cries, "A year of freedom to declare, "From debts and bondage to discharge, "And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share: 2 "A day of vengeance I proclaim, "But not on man the storm shall fall, "On me its thunder shall descend; "My strength, my love sustain them all." 3 Stupendous favor! matchless grace! Jesus has dy'd that we might live; Not worlds below, or worlds above Could so divine a ransom give. 4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race, And for our lives laid down his own, Let songs of joyful praises rise, Sublime, eternal as his throne. Topics: Characters and Representations of Christ Ransom; Christ Ransom Scripture: Isaiah 61:2
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The rich Man and Lazarus

Author: Dr. Doddridge Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 45 hymnals First Line: In what confusion earth appears Lyrics: 1 In what confusion earth appears, God's dearest children bath'd in tears; While they, who heaven itself deride, Riot in luxury and pride. 2 But patient let my soul attend, And, ere I censure, view the end; That end, how different, who can tell? The wide extremes of heaven and hell. 3 See the red flames around him twine, Who did in gold and purple shine! Nor can his tongue one drop obtain T' allay the scorching of his pain. 4 While round the saint, so poor below, Full rivers of salvation flow; On Abram's breast he leans his head, And banquets on celestial bread. 5 Jesus, my Savior, let me share The meanest of thy servant's fare; May I at last approach to taste The blessings of thy marriage-feast. Topics: Hell; Hell and Heaven Scripture: Luke 16:25
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Not ashamed of Christ

Author: Gregg; B. Francis Appears in 1,295 hymnals First Line: Jesus, and shall it ever be Lyrics: 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee whom angels praise, Whose glory shines thro' endless days! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright morning-star bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush—be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 'Til then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then, I boast my Savior slain! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not asham'd of me! 7 [His institutions would I prize, Take up the cross my shame despise; Dare to defend his noble cause, And yield obedience to his laws.] Topics: Baptism; Shame, on account of Christ, abhorred

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