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We Plough the Fields

Author: Miss M. C. Campbell Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #712 (1890) Meter: 7.6 First Line: We plough the fields and scatter Topics: Prayer and Worship Scripture: Genesis 8:22 Languages: English Tune Title: DRESDEN

Sit down beneath His Shadow

Author: F. R. Havergal Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #714 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Communion; The Lord's Supper; Peace and Rest Scripture: Psalm 17:8 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALPHEGE
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Brethren, those who come to bliss

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #717 (1844) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 Brethren, those who come to bliss Come through sore temptations; May we all, remembering this, Pray for faith and patience. 2 See the suffering church of Christ, Gathered from all quarters; All contained in that red list Were not murdered martyrs. 3 Th’ Holy Ghost will make the soul Feel its sad condition; For the sick, and not the whole, Need the good Physician. 4 Of that mighty multitude, Who of life were winners, This we safely may conclude, All were wretched sinners. 5 All were loathsome in God’s sight, Till the blood of Jesus Washed their robes, and made them white; Now they sing his praises. Scripture: Revelation 7:14 Languages: English
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On the death and burial of a friend

Author: Bishop Payne Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #739 (1877) Meter: 7.6 First Line: Sleep, thou dust and ashes, sleep Topics: Death and Judgment Languages: English
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I lay my sins on Jesus

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #754 (1891) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Christ Atonement of; Christ Fullness of; Christ Immanuel; Christ Lamb of God; Christ Meekness of; Christ Substitute Scripture: Isaiah 53:6 Languages: English
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Never separated from Christ

Author: R. Massie; Carl J. P. Spitta Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #755 (1891) Meter: 7.6 First Line: I know no life divided Topics: Afflictions Comfort in; Christ Presence of; Christ Redeemer; Christ Teacher; Saints Union of, with Christ Languages: English
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I love to tell the story

Author: Catherine Hankey Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #756 (1891) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Praise To Jesus Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English
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Hail to the Lord's anointed

Author: J. Montgomery Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #772 (1877) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Christmas Languages: English
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Dialogue between a Believer and his Soul

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #780 (1844) Meter: 7.6 First Line: Come, my soul, and let us try Lyrics: 1 Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season, Every burden to lay by; Come, and let us reason. What is this that casts thee down? Who are those that grieve thee? Speak, and let the worst be known; Speaking may relieve thee. 2 O I sink beneath the load Of my nature’s evil! Full of enmity to God; Captived by the devil; Restless as the troubled seas; Feeble, faint, and fearful; Plagued with every sore disease; How can I be cheerful? 3 Think on what thy Saviour bore In the gloomy garden, Sweating blood at every pore, To procure thy pardon! See him stretched upon the wood, Bleeding, grieving, crying, Suffering all the wrath of God, Groaning, gasping, dying! 4 This by faith I sometimes view, And those views relieve me; But my sins return anew; These are they that grieve me. Oh! I’m leprous, stinking, foul, Quite throughout infected; Have not I, if any soul, Cause to be dejected? 5 Think how loud thy dying Lord Cried out, “It is finished!” Treasure up that sacred word, Whole and undiminished; Doubt not he will carry on, To its full perfection, That good work he has begun; Why, then, this dejection? 6 Faith when void of works is dead; This the Scriptures witness; And what works have I to plead, Who am all unfitness? All my powers are depraved, Blind, perverse, and filthy; If from death I’m fully saved, Why am I not healthy? 7 Pore not on thyself too long, Lest it sink thee lower; Look to Jesus, kind as strong – Mercy joined with power; Every work that thou must do, Will thy gracious Saviour For thee work, and in thee too, Of his special favour. 8 Jesus’ precious blood, once spilt, I depend on solely, To release and clear my guilt; But I would be holy. He that bought thee on the cross Can control thy nature; Fully purge away thy dross; Make thee a new creature. 9 That he can I nothing doubt, Be it but his pleasure. Though it be not done throughout, May it not in measure? When that measure, far from great, Still shall seem decreasing? Faint not then, but pray and wait, Never, never ceasing. 10 What when prayer meets no regard? Still repeat it often. But I feel myself so hard. Jesus will thee soften. But my enemies make head. Let them closer drive thee. But I’m cold, I’m dark, I’m dead. Jesus will revive thee. Languages: English
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Election

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #795 (1844) Meter: 7.6 First Line: Mighty enemies without Lyrics: 1 Mighty enemies without, Much mightier within, Thoughts we cannot quell or rout, Blasphemously obscene; Coldness, unbelief, and pride, Hell and all its murderous train, Threaten death on every side, And have their thousands slain. 2 Thus pursued, and thus distressed, Ah! whither shall we fly? To obtain the promised rest, On what sure hand rely? Shall the Christian trust his heart? That, alas! of foes the worst, Always takes the tempter’s part; Nay, often tempts him first. 3 If today we be sincere, And can both watch and pray, Watchfulness, perhaps, and prayer, Tomorrow may decay. If we now believe aright, Faithfulness is God’s alone, We are feeble, fickle, light, To changes ever prone. 4 But we build upon a base That nothing can remove, When we trust electing grace And everlasting love. Victory over all our foes Christ has given with his blood, Perseverance he bestows On every child of God. Languages: English

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