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Come, Happy Souls, Approach Your God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9763 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, happy souls, approach your God, With new melodious songs; Come, tender to almighty grace, The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent His equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Savior’s name, And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept Thine offered grace; We bless the great Redeemer’s love, And give the Father praise. Languages: English Tune Title: AZMON

Come, Let Us Join Our Songs Of Praise

Author: Alexander Pirie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9769 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us join our songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered Heaven with all our names Engraven on His breast. 2 Below He washed our guilt away, By His atoning blood; Now He appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which He Himself o’ercame. 4 Nor time, nor distance, e’er shall quench The fervor of His love; For us He died in kindness here, For us He lives above. 5 Oh! may we ne’er forget His grace, Nor blush to bear His name; Still may our hearts hold fast His faith— Our lips His praise proclaim. Languages: English Tune Title: RAPHAEL

Come, Let Us Lift Our Voices High

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9770 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise, And join the songs above the sky, Where pleasure never dies. 2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled, And conquered when He fell; That rose, and at His chariot wheels Dragged all the powers of hell. 3 Jesus, our God, invites us here To this triumphal feast, And brings immortal blessings down For each redeemed guest. 4 The Lord, how glorious is His face! How kind His smiles appear! And oh! what melting words He says To every humble ear. “For you, the children of My love, It was for you I died; Behold My hands, behold My feet, And look into My side! “These are the wounds for you I bore, The tokens of My pains, When I came down to free your souls From misery and chains. “Justice unsheathed its fiery sword, And plunged it in My heart; Infinite pangs for you I bore, And most tormenting smart. “When hell, and all its spiteful powers, Stood dreadful in My way, To rescue those dear lives of yours, I gave My own away. 5 “But while I bled, and groaned, and died, I ruined Satan’s throne; High on My cross I hung, and spied The monster tumbling down. 6 Now you must triumph at My feast, And taste My flesh, My blood, And live eternal ages blest, For ’tis immortal food. 7 Victorious God! what can we pay For favors so divine? We would devote our hearts away To be for ever Thine. 8 We give Thee, Lord, our highest praise, The tribute of our tongues; But themes so infinite as these Exceed our noblest songs. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ANNE

Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth

Author: Jane Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9776 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die: What are our best delights on earth, Compared with those on high? 2 A sad and sinful world is this, Although it seems so fair; But Heaven is perfect joy and bliss, For God Himself is there. 3 Here all our pleasures soon are past, Our brightest joys decay; But pleasures there for ever last, And can not fade away. 4 Here many a pain and bitter groan Our feeble bodies tear; But pain and sickness are not known, And never shall be, there. 5 Here sins and sorrows we deplore With many cares distressed; But there the mourners weep no more, And there the weary rest. 6 Our dearest friends when death shall call, At once must hence depart; But there we hope to meet them all, And never, never part. 7 Then let us love and serve the Lord With all our youthful powers, And we shall gain this great reward, This glory shall be ours. Languages: English Tune Title: TRIBULATION

Consider All My Sorrows, Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9788 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And Thy deliverance send; My soul for Thy salvation faints; When will my troubles end? 2 Yet I have found ’tis good for me To bear my Father’s rod; Afflictions make me learn Thy law, And live upon my God. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins— I read Thy Word, I run Thy way, And hate my former sins. 4 Had not Thy Word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow’s weight, Had sunk amongst the dead. 5 I know Thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from Thy faithful care. 6 Before I knew Thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep Thy Word Nor wander from Thy way. Languages: English Tune Title: TWENTY-FOURTH

Dear Lord! Behold Our Sore Distress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Dear Lord! behold our sore distress; Our sins attempt to reign; Stretch out Thine arm of conquering grace, And let Thy foes be slain. 2 The lion with his dreadful roar Affrights Thy feeble sheep: Reveal the glory of Thy power, And chain him to the deep. 3 Must we indulge a long despair? Shall our petitions die? Our mournings never reach Thine ear, Nor tears affect Thine eye? 4 If Thou despise a mortal groan, Yet hear a Savior’s blood; An advocate so near the throne Pleads and prevails with God. 5 He brought the Spirit’s powerful sword To slay our deadly foes; Our sins shall die beneath Thy Word, And hell in vain oppose. 6 How boundless is our Father’s grace, In height, and depth, and length! He makes his Son our righteousness, His Spirit is our strength. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound

Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9800 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Then let the seventh trumpet sound, The fiercest lightnings glare; The mountains melt, the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air. 2 The huge celestial bodies roll Amidst the general fire, And shrivel as a parchment scroll, And all in smoke expire. 3 Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns, When nature is destroyed, And no created thing remains Throughout the flaming void. 4 Sublime upon His azure throne, He speaks th’almighty word; His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done, And paradise restored. 5 So be it! let this system end, These fading earth and skies; The new Jerusalem descend; The new creation rise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

How Long Shall Death, The Tyrant, Reign?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9801 Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 dear blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust? 2 When shall the tedious night be gone? When will our Lord appear? Our fond desires would pray Him down, Our love embrace Him here, 3 Let faith arise, and climb the hills, And from afar descry How distant are His chariot wheels, And tell how fast they fly. 4 Lo, I behold the scattering shades, The dawn of Heav’n appears, The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres, 5 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around: The skies divide to make Him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 6 I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise," And lo, the graves obey, And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th’expected day. 7 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the middle air, In shining garments meet their king, And low adore Him there. 8 O may my humble spirit stand Amongst them clothed in white! The meanest place at His right hand Is infinite delight. 0 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning king Shall bear us homeward through the skies On love’s triumphant wing! Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE

Laugh, Ye Profane

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9802 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst Lyrics: 1 Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst, With bold impiety: Yet shall ye live for ever cursed, And seek in vain to die. 2 The gasp of your expiring breath Consigns your souls to chains, By the last agonies of death Sent down to fiercer pains. 3 Ye stand upon a dreadful steep, And all beneath is hell; Your weighty guilt will sink you deep Where the old serpent fell. 4 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, With strange surprise you’ll find Immortal vigor spring afresh, And tortures wake the mind! 5 Then you’ll confess the frightful names Of plagues you scorned before, No more shall look like idle dreams, Like foolish tales no more. 6 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, With flames upon your tongue, When you exchanged your souls away For vanity and songs. 7 Behold, the saints rejoice to die, For Heav’n shines round their heads; And angel guards prepared to fly, Attend their fainting beds. 8 Their longing spirits part, and rise To their celestial seat; Above these ruinable skies They make their last retreat. 0 Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways, I walk with pious souls; There’s a wide difference in our race, And distant are our goals. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN

See, World, Upon The Bloody Tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt ; Philipp H. Molther Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9803 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See, world, upon the bloody tree Thy life there sinks in death; Covered with stripes and wounds for thee, Thy Savior yields His breath. 2 Thou Prince of Glory knew’st no sin; What caused, Thee, then Thy pain? Thou harmless, undefiled and clean, What caused Thee to be slain? 3 My sins, as numerous as the sands, Upon the ocean shore, Have been the cruel murderous hands That wounded Thee so sore. 4 Thy anguish, Thy tormenting pain, And every dreadful woe, Thou didst so willingly sustain, My soul should undergo. 5 Thou on Thy shoulders tak’st the whole, To ease my burdened heart: Thou bear’st the curse, to bless my soul, And heal’st me with Thy smart. 6 Thy wondrous love to evidence, Thou wouldst my surety be; Thyself would’st pay my debt immense, Thereby to set me free. 7 Thou art destruction to the grave; Death’s enemy severe; That each who was before his slave, Might now be saved from fear. 8 My debt to Thee, Thou God of Love! Weak words cannot express; I cannot here, if there above, Show proper thankfulness. 9 Grant me but this while I am here, Since I can nothing give, Thy sufferings in my heart to bear, And in Thy death to live! Languages: English Tune Title: BALLERMA