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He Comes, He Comes! The Son Of God

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16116 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 He comes, He comes! the Son of God Descends from yon­der sky; Bright clouds com­pose His lof­ty seat, And round Him an­gels fly. 2 Millions of mill­ions trem­bling stand Before His aw­ful throne, Summoned a strict ac­count to give, Of works which they have done. 3 Oh then may all my fears sub­side, My sins and sor­rows end, And in the Judge may I be­hold My Sav­ior and my friend. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
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Lo! in the last of days be­hold

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16117 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lo! in the last of days be­hold A faith­less race arise; Their law­less lust their on­ly rule; And thus the scof­fer cries: 2 “Where is the pro­mise, deemed so true, That spoke the Sav­ior near? E’er since our fa­thers slept in dust, No change has reached our ear. 3 "Years rolled on years suc­cess­ive glide, Since first the world be­gan, And on the tide of time still floats, Secure, the bark of man." 4 Thus speaks the scof­fer; but his words Conceal the truth he knows, That from the wa­ters’ dark abyss The earth at first arose. 5 But when the sons of men be­gan With one con­sent to stray, At Heav’n’s com­mand a del­uge swept The god­less race away. 6 A dif­fer­ent fate is now pre­pared For na­ture’s trem­bling frame; Soon shall her orbs be all en­wrapt In one de­vour­ing flame. 7 Reserved are sin­ners for the hour When to the gulf be­low, Armed with the hand of so­ve­reign power, The Judge con­signs His foe. 8 Though now, ye just! the time ap­pears Protracted, dark, un­known, An hour, a day, a thou­sand years, To Hea­ven’s great Lord are one. 9 Still all may share His so­ve­reign grace, In ev­ery change se­cure; The meek, the sup­pli­ant con­trite race, Shall find His mer­cy sure. 10 The con­trite race He counts His friends, Forbids the sup­pli­ant’s fall; Condemns re­luct­ant, but ex­tends The hope of grace to all. 11 Yet as the night-wrapped thief who lurks To seize th’ex­pect­ed prize, Thus steals the hour when Christ shall come, And thun­der rend the skies. 12 Then at the loud, the so­lemn peal, The heav’ns shall burst away; The el­ements shall melt in flame, At na­ture’s fi­nal day. 13 Since all this frame of things must end, As Heav’n has so de­creed, How wise our in­most thoughts to guard, And watch ov­er ev­ery deed; 14 Expecting calm th’ap­point­ed hour, When, na­ture’s con­flict o’er, A new and bet­ter world shall rise, Where sin is known no more. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NICHOLAS
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Great God, The Terrors Of Thy Wrath

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16118 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, the ter­rors of Thy wrath Lyrics: 1 Great God, the ter­rors of Thy wrath, What mor­tal tongue can tell? A fie­ry stream comes is­su­ing forth, And lights the flames of hell. 2 No mi­ti­ga­tion can it know, Nor ev­er have an end; Its great­ness and du­ra­tion, too, All finite thought tran­scend. 3 But Thou, oh Lord, hast formed a plan, Replete with won­drous grace. To raise the fall­en crea­ture, man, To per­fect hap­pi­ness. 4 Through the atone­ment of my Lord, All sin may be for­giv’n; ‘Tis He rem­oves the flam­ing sword, Which barred the way to Heaven. 5 Should all the pow’rs of earth and hell Their force against me join, His cross will all my fears di­spel, And fill with peace di­vine. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR
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When God Descends, A Streaming Fire

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16121 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When God des­cends, a stream­ing fire Lyrics: 1 When God des­cends, a stream­ing fire Attends Him through the sky; Thick clouds com­pose His dark at­tire, And vi­vid light­nings fly. 2 Impervious wreaths of smoke sur­round, And hide His aw­ful seat; Incessant thun­ders roar around, Or mur­mur at His feet. 3 ’Twas thus on Sinai’s lof­ty hill, Jehovah once ap­peared; The trum­pet loud pro­claimed His will, And trem­bling Is­ra­el heard. 4 They trem­bling heard, but straight for­got The ter­rors of the day; They scarce­ly left the aw­ful spot, Before they went astray. 5 Their so­lemn vows they soon re­voke, False and un­grate­ful prove; Forget the tem­pest, fire and smoke, Their mak­er’s wrath and love. 6 What Si­nai’s ter­rors ne’er could do, That Si­on’s God per­forms; ’Tis He cre­ates our hearts anew, And strength­ens fee­ble worms. 7 He gent­ly leads our wan­der­ing souls In paths of right­eous­ness; And all our pass­ions He con­trols, By His all-pow­er­ful grace. 8 From Si­nai we to Si­on fly, The ci­ty of our God; Unawed and fear­less we draw nigh, And make it our abode. Languages: English Tune Title: ASCRIPTION
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The Word Of Truth's A Spacious Field

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16123 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The word of truth’s a spa­cious field Lyrics: 1 The word of truth’s a spa­cious field, Adorned with frag­rant flowers; A gold­en mine, where we may search, And make the trea­sure ours. 2 Here streams of milk and honey flow, Diwinely rich and free; Here Christ un­veils His love­ly face, And bids us come and see. 3 Here’s liv­ing wa­ter, liv­ing bread, And more than an­gels’ fare; Millions of souls have been sup­plied, And yet there’s much to spare. 4 Here, as up­on the tree of life, Fruits grow of va­ri­ous kind; And as in famed Be­thes­da’s pool, We help and heal­ing find. 5 Come then, my soul, these truths attend, With hum­ble hope and fear; Here search for Christ, the pearl of price, And thou shalt find Him here. 6 Then wide­ly spread His worth and fame, Let hea­thens hear His voice; Oh send His word to eve­ry shore, And bid the earth re­joice. Languages: English Tune Title: GERONTIUS
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Dear Lord, Thy Word Of Truth Affords

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16124 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dear Lord, Thy word of truth af­fords Lyrics: 1 Dear Lord, Thy word of truth af­fords A balm for ev­ery wound; Hence all our hopes of bliss arise, And here our peace is found. 2 The tree of life, be­neath whose shade The weary pil­grim sits; And there re­gal­ing on its fruits, With sweet re­fresh­ment meets. 3 The sure foun­da­tion of our faith, And source of all our joy, May it our warm­est thoughts en­gage, Our in­most souls em­ploy. 4 But not on us alone be­stow, These re­cords of Thy love, Let dis­tant lands Thy truth re­ceive, And all its bless­ings prove. Languages: English Tune Title: LAMBETH
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The Whole Creation Was Undone

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16158 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The whole cre­ation was un­done Lyrics: 1 The whole cre­ation was un­done, The world in ru­ins lay, When God sent forth His on­ly Son To suf­fer and ob­ey. 2 Jesus, with pity moved, for­sakes The glo­ries of His throne, Redeems the souls He loved, and makes His Fa­ther’s coun­sels known. 3 The death He died, but quick­ly rose Majestic from the grave; And now He tri­umphs o’er His foes, With so­ve­reign pow­er to save. 4 Freely He gives His pro­mised grace, To make our na­ture clean; And clothes us with His right­eous­ness, Till not a spot is seen. 5 His migh­ty arm shall be our trust, His hand our wants sup­ply; He‘ll ani­mate our sleep­ing dust, And raise it up on high. 6 Thy prais­es, oh Im­ma­nu­el, Our lips shall spread abroad; And in har­mo­nious ac­cents tell The won­ders of our God. Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY
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How Glorious Is Our Heavenly King

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16215 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How glo­ri­ous is our heav’n­ly king Lyrics: 1 How glo­ri­ous is our heav’n­ly king, Who reigns above the sky! How shall a child pre­sume to sing His aw­ful ma­jes­ty? 2 How great His pow’r is, none can tell, Nor think how large His grace; Not men be­low, nor saints who dwell, On high, be­fore His face. 3 Not an­gels, who stand round the Lord, Can search His sec­ret will; But they per­form His heav’nl­y word, And sing His prais­es still. 4 Then let me join this ho­ly train, And my first of­fer­ings bring; Th’eter­nal God will not dis­dain To hear an in­fant sing. 5 My heart re­solves, my tongue ob­eys, And an­gels will re­joice To hear their migh­ty mak­er’s praise Sound from a fee­ble voice. Languages: English Tune Title: CAMPMEETING
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All Round The Globe Does Satan Trace

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16238 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: All round the globe does Sa­tan trace Lyrics: 1 All round the globe does Sa­tan trace, Nor keeps a cer­tain road; Sworn foe to all the hu­man race, And ene­my to God. 2 He forms his plots and lays them deep, Th’unwary to de­coy; Lo, now he flies, and now he creeps, To ruin and de­stroy. 3 Alluring baits does he pre­sent, To draw the soul to sin; Excites to wrath and dis­con­tent, Works ev­ery lust with­in. 4 Let rich and poor, and young and old, Of Sa­tan’s wiles be­ware; He to pre­sump­tion tempts the bold, The ti­mid to des­pair. 5 He wan­ders still from place to place, And waits th’un­guard­ed hour, The tru­ly pi­ous to dis­tress, The wick­ed to devour. 6 But thanks to our al­migh­ty king, Who does his pow­er re­strain; If Je­sus His as­sist­ance bring, The temp­ter tempts in vain. Languages: English Tune Title: YORK
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Satan, By Artifice And Fraud

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16240 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Satan, by ar­ti­fice and fraud Lyrics: 1 Satan, by ar­ti­fice and fraud, Unwary souls de­coys; Draws the af­fect­ions off from God, Allures, and then de­stroys. 2 With sub­tle art he spreads the net, Ye saints, in time be­ware; Be cir­cum­spect, and guard your feet Against the dan­ger­ous snare. 3 Though he as­sumes an an­gel’s face, As oft­en­times he will; Yet swift­ly flee this foe to peace, For he is Sa­tan still. 4 To God ap­proach by fer­vent pray­er, And His as­sist­ance crave; Then will He make your souls His care, Who migh­ty is to save. Languages: English Tune Title: DEWITT

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