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Unstable Souls, The Slaves Of Sense

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16244 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Unstable souls, the slaves of sense, The tempt­er oft be­guiles, Approaching with some fair pre­tense, He veils his art­ful wiles. 2 Sometimes he tempts us to pre­sume, And then to deep des­pair; Tells us, in Christ there is no room, No re­fuge for us there. 3 To youth he says, "’Tis yet too soon, A dy­ing pray­er will do"; To hoa­ry age, "The time is gone, To form the life anew." 4 When car­nal ob­jects we pur­sue, He strews them in our way, Enticing baits pre­sents to view, And makes us soon his prey. 5 Now he as­sumes a form di­vine, The sim­ple to al­lure, Extols their du­ties with de­sign, Their ru­in to se­cure. 6 A God all mer­cy or all wrath, He’ll place be­fore our view, Severe to mark the least of­fense, Or care­less what we do. 7 Great God, his va­ri­ous schemes con­found, Bind up this haugh­ty foe; Then shall our tongues Thy praise re­sound, Our hearts with joy o’er­flow. Languages: English Tune Title: EAGLEY
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Oh What Amazing Horrors Seize

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16256 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Oh what amaz­ing hor­rors seize Lyrics: 1 Oh what amaz­ing hor­rors seize The sin­ner at his death! With what re­luct­ance and des­pair, He yields his part­ing breath. 2 He gives a groan, and straight is gone Where woe­ful spir­its dwell; A vic­tim to eter­nal wrath, The quench­less flames of hell. 3 Some drops of this tre­men­dous storm Might fall at times be­fore; But now it bursts up­on his head, In one re­lent­less show­er. 4 Oh may I, ere it be too late, To Jesus’ cross re­pair; From thence de­rive a cheer­ing hope, And find sal­va­tion there. 5 Supported by His pow­er­ful grace And sprin­kled with His blood, I’ll rest se­cure from ev­ery ill, Nor dread an an­gry God. Languages: English Tune Title: CLAUDIUS
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'Tis Good, Beyond All Other Good

Author: James Holme Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16262 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: ’Tis good, be­yond all oth­er good Lyrics: 1 ’Tis good, be­yond all oth­er good, To dai­ly live in pray­er, To rear an al­tar to our God, And meet re­joic­ing there. 2 No nob­ler, no more cheer­ing sight In this dark world we see Than when a house­hold all unite In fer­vent pi­ety. 3 The Chris­tian’s heart is Je­sus’ throne, His home is Je­sus’, too, He is not left an hour alone, But still in Je­sus’ view. 4 Sweet home where fel­low­ship divine The soul with grace sup­plies, Such home, O God, be ev­er mine, And mine such hal­lowed joys. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
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O Lord, My Hope And Confidence

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16266 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O Lord, my hope and con­fi­dence Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my hope and con­fi­dence Is placed in Thee alone; O let Thy ser­vant ne­ver be Into con­fu­sion thrown. 2 And let me, in Thy right­eous­ness, From Thee de­liv­er­ance have; Let me es­cape—in­cline Thine ear Unto me, and me save. 3 Be Thou my dwell­ing-rock, to which I ev­er may resort: Thou gav’st com­mand­ment me to save, Thou art my rock and fort. 4 Free me, my God, from wick­ed hands, Hands cru­el and un­just: For Thou, O Lord God, art my hope, And from my youth my trust. 5 Thou from the womb didst hold me up; Thou art the same that me Out of my mother’s bow­els took; I give my praise to Thee. 6 To many I a won­der am; Thou art my re­fuge strong: Filled let my mouth be with Thy praise And hon­or all day long. 7 O do not cast me off, when aged, And frail for all to see; Lord, when my strength de­cay­èd is, O, do not for­sake me. 8 For those that are mine ene­mies Against me speak with hate; Lo, they in coun­sel dark do plot And for my soul lay wait. 9 They said, "God leaves him—now pur­sue And take: none will him save." Be Thou not far from me, my God: Thy speedy help I crave. 10 Confound, con­sume them, that un­to My soul are ene­mies: Clothe them with guilt, remorse and shame That do my hurt de­vise. 11 But I with e’er un­ceas­ing prayer Will hope con­tin­ual­ly; And yet with prais­es more and more I will Thee mag­ni­fy. 12 Thy jus­tice and Thy pow­er to save My mouth abroad shall show, E’en all the day; for I there­of The num­bers do not know. 13 And I will cons­tant­ly go on In strength of God the Lord; And Thine own righteous­ness, e’en Thine Alone, I will re­cord. 14 For ev­en from my youth, O God, By Thee I have been taught; And hi­ther­to I have de­clared The won­ders Thou hast wrought. 15 Now, Lord, O leave me not, when I Old and gray-head­ed grow: Till to this age Thy strength and pow­er To all to come I show. 16 And Thy most per­fect righ­teous­ness O Lord, is ve­ry high, Who hast so great things done: O God, Who is like un­to Thee? 17 Thou, Lord, who great ad­ver­si­ties, And sore, to me didst show, Shalt quick­en, and bring me again From depths of earth be­low. 18 My great­ness and my power Thou wilt Increase, and far ex­tend: On ev­ery side, against all grief, Thou wilt me com­fort send. 19 Thee, e’en Thy truth, I’ll al­so praise, My God, with psal­te­ry: Thou Ho­ly One of Is­ra­el, With harp I’ll sing to Thee. 20 My lips shall much re­joice in Thee, When I Thy prais­es sound; My soul, which Thou re­deemèd hast, In joy shall much abound. 21 My tongue Thy jus­tice shall pro­claim, Continuing all day long; For they con­found­ed are, and shamed, That seek to do me wrong. Languages: English Tune Title: MARLOW
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Great Leader Of Thine Israel's Host

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16267 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great Lead­er of Thine Is­ra­el’s host Lyrics: 1 Great Lead­er of Thine Is­ra­el’s host, We shout Thy con­quer­ing name; Legions of foes be­set Thee round, And le­gions fled with shame. 2 A vic­to­ry glo­ri­ous and com­plete Thou by Thy death didst gain; So in Thy cause may we con­tend, And death it­self sus­tain. 3 By our il­lus­tri­ous gen­er­al sired, We no ex­tremes would fear; Prepared to strug­gle and to bleed, If Thou, our Lord, be near. 4 We’ll trace the foot­steps Thou hast drawn To tri­umph and re­nown; Nor shun Thy com­bat and Thy cross, May we but share Thy crown. Languages: English Tune Title: ELIM
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Thou Only Couldst, Great Three In One

Author: James Holme Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16269 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Thou on­ly couldst, great Three in One Lyrics: 1 Thou on­ly couldst, great Three in One, Salvation’s scheme con­trive, Reveal a Sav­ior to atone And bid dead souls re­vive. 2 ’Tis Thine alone, O God of Love, With our hard hearts to strive. Make dark­ness from the mind re­move, And light and hope re­vive. 3 Be this, O Lord, a quick­en­ing hour, Hell of its prey de­prive, Convert us by Thy so­ve­reign pow­er, And Thy own work re­vive. 4 When plea­sure’s wiles, or earth-born fear Our souls to sin would drive, Let Thy own light of truth ap­pear And our weak faith re­vive. 5 O Lord, the pow­ers of death de­stroy That with our sins con­nive; Fill us with soul-ex­alt­ing joy, And Heav’n-born peace re­vive. 6 Jesus, our bro­ther and high priest, Is ev­er­more alive. By Him from guilt and and grief re­leased May we thro’ grace re­vive. 7 From strength to strength may we pro­ceed, Till all in Heav’n ar­rive; And from each earth­ly tram­mel freed Like Thy own self re­vive. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
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Let Unbelievers, Void Of Grace

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16271 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Let un­be­liev­ers, void of grace Lyrics: 1 Let un­be­liev­ers, void of grace, Tremble at death’s alarms; Fearless we meet its cold em­brace, With Je­sus in our arms. 2 What tho’ the ene­my should spread His ter­rors all abroad; Shall that the ob­ject be of dread, Which brings us home to God. 3 Dismissed from clay, the spir­it flies, And near its Sav­ior shines; The lep­rous house de­mol­ished lies, And dust our dust re­fines. 4 Death, death is yours, ye saints pro­claim The tri­umphs of your Lord; Jesus! oh may the sac­red name, Be loved, re­vered, ad­ored! Languages: English Tune Title: ALLEYNE
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Jesus, Descend With Glory Crowned

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16275 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Jesus, des­cend with glo­ry crowned Lyrics: 1 Jesus, des­cend with glo­ry crowned, Make bare Thy migh­ty arm; Let the arc­han­gel’s trum­pet sound The dread and loud alarm. 2 Let the re­bel­lious race ap­pear Before Thine aw­ful seat, There the de­ci­sive sen­tence hear, Thy just dis­plea­sure meet. 3 See the whole globe of earth on fire, And towns and for­ests blaze, While those who made them their desire, Are filled with wild am­aze. 4 Let sin­ners now to mount­ains pray, To rocks for shel­ter fly; Mountains will shake as well as they, The rocks in frag­ments lie. 5 But saints the scene with calm­ness view, Now their re­demp­tion’s near; Their Judge is their Re­deem­er too, Whose love for­bids their fear. Languages: English Tune Title: DIBDIN
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Heav'n Is The Seat Of Light And Bliss

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16278 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Heav’n is the seat of light and bliss Lyrics: 1 Heav’n is the seat of light and bliss, Where perfect spirits dwell; There they behold the Savior’s face, And all His glories tell. 2 In rapturous songs to Jesus’ name, They grateful spend their breath; Eternally His race proclaim, Who saves from sin and death. 3 Prostrate before His feet they lie, And high their voices raise; "Worthy the Lamb, once slain" they cry, And give Him endless praise. 4 Let lasting honors crown His head, Who bought us with His blood; And every tongue and nation spread His triumphs all abroad. 5 When shall we join the sacred throng, And worship with them there? Lofty like theirs shall be our song, And God vouchsafe to hear. Languages: English Tune Title: MOUNT CALVARY
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The Morn Of Life

Author: John Cross Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16282 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The morn of life, how fair and gay! Lyrics: 1 The morn of life, how fair and gay! How cheer­ing and how new! What hopes il­lume each op­en­ing day, And bright­ens ev­ery view. 2 Youth’s ard­ent minds, with joy elate, Elastic and sin­cere, Suspect no ills that may await, Nor yield a thought to fear. 3 But slip­pe­ry is the path they tread, In plea­sure’s dan­ger­ous way; A thou­sand snares around them spread, And oft their feet be­tray. 4 How shall they, then, their course pur­sue, On life’s un­cer­tain road? What friend­ly hand will point their view, To du­ty and to God? 5 In God’s own word the way is sure, And clear to ev­ery eye; It leads them on a path se­cure To bright­er worlds on high. 6 Oh be this word their con­stant guide, Their stead­fast hope and trust! It ne’er can fail, though all be­side Shall min­gle with the dust. Languages: English Tune Title: PATIALA

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