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Prepare, Ye Saints, To Meet Your Lord

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9492 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Prepare, ye saints, to meet your Lord, Nor sleep nor slumber more; Bright be your lamps, your vessels filled To feed the wasting store. 2 He comes, He comes, may be the cry In midnight’s deepest gloom; Should then our lamps be void of oil, How sad must be our doom? 3 In vain, when ’tis too late, we seek A fresh supply to get; In vain, when once the door is shut, Our folly we regret. 4 Open, Lord, open, we may cry, But then can’t move His heart; I know you not, the Judge will say, Depart from Me, depart. 5 Lord, for Thy coming may I wait With loins well girt about; In heavenly virtues may I shine, Nor let my lamp go out. 6 Then will the Bridegroom me admit, And own me for His friend; My soul shall feast on heavenly love, Nor shall the banquet end. Languages: English Tune Title: DOWNS

The Time By Heaven Foretold Is Come

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9493 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The time by Heaven foretold is come, The year of Jubilee; The day which kings and saints so long So much desired to see. 2 He’s come, the mighty Savior’s come; Hear and rejoice, thou earth; Let every tongue the globe around Hail the Redeemer’s birth. 3 Glory to God on high be given, For peace to earth is brought! Good will to wretched, dying men Surpassing human thought. 4 See where the royal Infant lies, In no rich bed of state, A stable and a manger hold This mighty Potentate. 5 There ’twas the wondering shepherds found Their Savior and their king: There too let us behold Him laid, And whilst we wonder, sing. 6 The Father’s matchless love we praise, We sing the Savior’s grace; In mortal flesh arrayed the Son Assumes the servant’s place. 7 Not tongues of men, nor angels’ songs Can His abasement tell; He dies upon th’accursèd tree To save our souls from hell. 8 O how shall I such love requite? My words are all too weak; Lord, may each action of my life Thy lasting honors speak. 9 Glory to God on high be given, For peace to earth is brought! Good will to wretched, dying men Surpassing human thought. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. LUKE

When Sodom's Rich But Guilty Plains

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9499 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When Sodom’s rich but guilty plains Lyrics: 1 When Sodom’s rich but guilty plains To wrath divine were doomed, Abr’am the patriarch interposed And thus his plea assumed. 2 “Shall good and bad together fall And undistinguished lie? Far be this ever from the God That rules above the sky. 3 "Shall not the judge of all the earth Whom righteous acts delight; Shall not the spring whence justice flows Do ever what is right?" 4 Thus did the holy patriarch plead When zeal, with pity warm; And saw with joy just Lot preserved From the sulfurous storm. 5 Let God in wrath destroy a land, Or drown in floods a world; Guilty they were and did deserve In ruin to be hurled. 6 What tho’ the faint sometimes may smart Beneath a heavier rod? He that inflicts the blow is still A just and righteous God. 7 The ways of Heaven, dark as they seem, Are not without their light; The last, that brightest day of truth Will show that all is right. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD MARTYRS

Why Are Not Sinners, Lord, Consumed?

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9500 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why are not sinners, Lord, consumed Lyrics: 1 Why are not sinners, Lord, consumed By Thy avenging rod? ’Tis Lord, because Thou art the good, And the long suffering God. 2 Tho’ men provoke Thee to Thy face, And Thy rich grace despise, Yet still Thy bounty feeds Thy foes, Thy thunder sleeping lies. 3 On swiftest wing Thy mercy flies, Thy wrath advances slow; Long dost Thou whet Thy glittering sword Before it gives the blow. 4 Long didst Thou bear a guilty world With rapine filled and blood; Thy patience wished to have restrained The wide destroying flood. 5 Could even Sodom the impure Have named ten righteous men, Thy flaming sword in sulfur dipped Would have been sheathed again. 6 How often did Thy anger burn Against Thy chosen seed? But still Thy heart within Thee turned For them Thy bowels plead. 7 How shall I give My Ephraim up? My wrath on Israel vent? How shall I Admah’s plagues inflict? I pity and repent. 8 So great are Thy compassions, Lord, Our songs they far exceed; O may such goodness melt our hearts And to repentance lead! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MARY

Behold, He Comes — The Judge Appears

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9505 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Behold, He Comes—the Judge appears Lyrics: 1 Behold, He Comes—the Judge appears, With all His glories crowned: Behold each nation, tribe and tongue, The judgment seat surround. 2 View well the righteous, mark the joy O’er every feature spread; But Oh! what pale affrighted looks, Bespeak the sinner’s dread. 3 Now truth appears, no envious cloud Can hide her radiant face; Now names and forms, and borrowed masks No more shall find a place. 4 As from his sheep the shepherd parts The goats at even-tide, So from the good, the righteous Judge The wicked shall divide. 5 Ranged on the right, the pious race, Shall their glad sentence hear; Whilst on the left, th’ungodly world Too late their doom shall fear. 6 Among the saints, at Christ’s right hand, May I, Lord, find a place; Enrolled among the heirs of God, The firstborn sons of grace. 7 Then shall I all enraptured hear The Judge pronounce me blest; And share the kingdom long prepared That sweet and endless rest. Languages: English Tune Title: CLAUDIUS

'Tis Nature's Voice Which Reason Speaks

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9506 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: ’Tis nature’s voice which reason speaks Lyrics: 1 ’Tis nature’s voice which reason speaks, Know, man, there is a God; That great first cause who made the world, And rules it by His nod. 2 The mighty truth unshaken stands, And scorns the atheist’s school; His boasted sense and wit but prove He is the learnèd fool. 3 Far as with backward steps we trace Great nature’s wondrous clue, We must at length stop at some cause Which no beginning knew. 4 This cause eternal we maintain, And this the God we name; Of all perfection full possessed, Invariably the same. 5 A God, the wiser nations own, Barbarians too consent; Convinced by nature’s wondrous frame, That mighty argument. 6 The God, the present God we see, Where’er we turn our eyes; In fairest lines His name is wrote On earth, and seas, and skies. 7 Almighty God! I Thee adore, Great author of my frame; Long as I live my tongue shall sing The glories of Thy name. Languages: English Tune Title: FAR AND NEAR

To Praise The Ever Bounteous Lord

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9511 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To praise the ever bounteous Lord, My soul, wake all thy powers; He calls, and at His voice come forth The smiling harvest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth He keeps; My tongue His goodness sing: Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop: With joy they bear the sheaves away, And sow again in hope. 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow The seeds of righteousness: Smile on my soul, and with Thy beams The ripening harvest bless. 5 Then in the last great harvest I Shall reap a glorious crop: The harvest shall by far exceed What I have sowed in hope. Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN

No Rod Of Vengeance Jesus Takes

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9512 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 No rod of vengeance Jesus takes Like that which Moses bore; His peaceful scepter shows He came To save and to restore. 2 Laden with woes the sons of men To this Physician fly: He lends an ear to their complaints And looks with pitying eye. 3 The powerful word He speaks, and lo! The eyes long closed in night Lift up their lids, with sweet surprise, To hail the joyous light. 4 New life the withered cripple feels Diffused through every part: His couch and crutch he now forgets, And leaps like any hart. A word the deaf restores; the dumb With ease their tongues employ; Amazed, and pleased at their own voice, They sing and shout for joy. 5 Beholdat once the lepers cleansed, Touched by the Savior’s hand: Palsy, and fever, and each plague Depart at His command. 6 The winds and waves, midst all their rage, His powerful voice obey: Devils His awful presence flee, Nor dare they longer stay. 7 Repeat my soul, these wondrous acts, And all His honors spread: Tell how His voice unbarred the tomb, And waked the silent dead. 8 Jesus, my Savior and my Lord, How bright Thy glories shine! Thy works all praise exceed, and speak Thy character divine. Languages: English Tune Title: EVERSLEY

How Long Shall Earth's Alluring Toys

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9514 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How long shall earth’s alluring toys Lyrics: 1 How long shall earth’s alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes; Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies. 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, They fade upon the sight; And quickly will their brightest day Be lost in endless night. 3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! With conscious sights we own; While clouds of sorrow, care and pain, O’ershade the smiling noon. 4 O could our thought and wishes fly, Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky Which sorrow ne’er invades. 5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason’s feeble ray, In ever blooming prospect rise, Unconscious of decay. 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, To guide our upward aim; With one reviving touch of Thine, Our languid hearts inflame. 7 Then shall on faith’s sublimest wing Our ardent wishes rise To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies. Languages: English Tune Title: BURLINGTON

Life Is A Span, A Fleeting Hour

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9515 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour, How soon the vapor flies! Man is a tender, transient flower, That e’en in blooming dies! 2 Death spreads like winter’s frozen arms, And beauty smiles no more; Ah! where are now those rising charms Which pleased our eyes before? 3 The once loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 4 But wait the interposing gloom And lo, winter flies! And dressed in beauty’s fairest bloom The flowery tribes arise. 5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time; When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 6 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears, Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATITUDO