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Beneath The Tyrant Satan's Yoke

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16513 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Beneath the ty­rant Sa­tan’s yoke Lyrics: 1 Beneath the ty­rant Sa­tan’s yoke Our souls were long op­pressed; Till grace our galling fetters broke, And gave the wea­ry rest. 2 Jesus, in that im­port­ant hour, His mighty arm made known; He ran­somed us by price, and power, And claimed us for His own. 3 Now, freed from bond­age, sin, and death, We walk in wis­dom’s ways; And wish to spend our ev­ery breath, In won­der, love, and praise. 4 Ere long, we hope with Him to dwell In yon­der world ab­ove; And now, we on­ly live to tell The rich­es of His love. 5 O might we, ere we hence re­move, Prevail up­on our youth To seek, that they may like­wise prove, His mer­cy and His truth. 6 Like Si­me­on, we shall glad­ly go, When Je­sus calls us home If they are left a seed be­low, To serve Him in our room. 7 Lord hear our pray­er, in­dulge our hope, On these Thy Spir­it pour; That they may take our sto­ry up, When we can speak no more. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Beneath The Tyrant Satan's Yoke
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Come, Holy Ghost, My Soul Inspire

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16529 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, Ho­ly Ghost, my soul in­spire Lyrics: 1 Come, Ho­ly Ghost, my soul in­spire, This one great gift im­part— What most I need—and most de­sire, A hum­ble, ho­ly heart. 2 Bear wit­ness that I’m born again, My ma­ny sins for­giv’n; Nor let a gloomy doubt re­main To cloud my hope of Heav’n. 3 More of my­self grant I may know, From sin’s de­ceit be free, In all the Christ­ian grace­s grow, And live alone to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. AGNES
Come, Holy Ghost, My Soul Inspire
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God Of The Sunlight Hours

Author: Maria G. Saffery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16532 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: God of the sun­light hours, how sad Lyrics: 1 God of the sun­light hours, how sad Would ev­en­ing sha­dows be, Or night, in deep­er sa­ble clad— If aught were dark to Thee! 2 How mourn­ful­ly that gold­en gleam Would touch the thought­ful heart, If, with its soft, re­tir­ing beam We saw Thy love de­part. 3 But though the ga­ther­ing gloom may hide Those gen­tle rays awhile, Yet they who in Thy house ab­ide, Shall ev­er share Thy smile. 4 Then let cre­ation’s vol­ume close, Though ev­ery page be bright; On Thine, still op­en, we re­pose With more in­tense de­light. Languages: English Tune Title: HEBER
God Of The Sunlight Hours
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Now Is The Time, Th'Accepted Hour

Author: William Cowper, 1731-1800 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16566 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Now is the time, th’ac­cept­ed hour, Lyrics: 1 Now is the time, th’ac­cept­ed hour, O! sin­ners come away; The Sav­ior’s knock­ing at our door, Arise with­out de­lay. 2 O! don’t re­fuse to give Him room, Lest mer­cy should with­draw; He’ll then in robes of ven­geance come To exe­cute His law. 3 Then where, poor mor­tals, will you be, If des­ti­tute of grace, When you your in­jured Judge shall see, And stand be­fore His face. 4 O! could you shun that dread­ful sight, How would you wish to fly, To darkest shades of end­less night, From that all-search­ing eye? 5 But death and hell must all ap­pear And you among them stand; Before the great im­par­tial bar Arraigned at Christ’s left hand. 6 Let not these warn­ings be in vain, But lend a list­en­ing ear; Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapped in keen des­pair. Languages: English Tune Title: BURFORD
Now Is The Time, Th'Accepted Hour
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Behold This Sodom Here Below

Author: Anna K. Beeman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16568 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Behold this So­dom here be­low Lyrics: 1 Behold this So­dom here be­low, I leave it all to you, Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 2 My world­ly cares will prove my woe, I bid them all adieu; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 3 The word of God hath brought me low, Being con­scious it is true; Hinder me not for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 4 Not all my pray­ers nor tears that flow, Can form my soul anew; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 5 I hear the terms are ve­ry low, But mo­ney will not do; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 6 In all my right­eous­ness I know, There’s no­thing that is true; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. 7 Like Ab’ram’s serv­ant I must know, And like him would prove true; Hinder me not, for I must go, My Je­sus to pur­sue. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND
Behold This Sodom Here Below
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Sing, Ye Redeemed Of the Lord

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16590 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sing, ye re­deem­ed of the Lord Lyrics: 1 Sing, ye re­deem­ed of the Lord, Your great De­liv­er­er sing: Ye pil­grims bound for Zi­on’s height, Be joy­ful in your King. 2 See, fair the way His hand hath raised How ho­ly, and how plain! Nor shall the simp­lest trav­el­ers err, Nor ask the track in vain. 3 No rav­en­ing li­on shall de­stroy, Nor lurk­ing ser­pent wound; But plea­sure, safe­ty, peace and praise On all the path are found. 4 A hand di­vine shall lead you on, Along the bliss­ful road; Till to the sac­red mount you rise, And see your smil­ing God. 5 There gar­lands of im­mor­tal joy Shall bloom on ev­ery head, While sor­row, sigh­ing and dis­tress Like sha­dows all are fled. 6 March on in your Re­deem­er’s strength Pursue His foot­steps still; And let the pros­pect cheer your eye, While climb­ing up the hill. Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH
Sing, Ye Redeemed Of the Lord
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Oft As The Leper's Case I Read

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16594 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Oft as the le­per’s case I read Lyrics: 1 Oft as the le­per’s case I read, My own des­cribed I feel; Sin is a lep­ro­sy in­deed, Which none but Christ can heal. 2 Awhile I would have passed for well, And strove my spots to hide; Till it broke out in­cur­able, Too plain to be de­nied. 3 Then from the saints I sought to flee, And dread­ed to be seen; I thought they all would point at me, And cry, "Un­clean, un­clean!" 4 What ang­uish did my soul en­dure, Till hope and pa­tience ceased? The more I strove my­self to cure, The more the plague in­creased. 5 While thus I lay dis­tressed, I saw The Sav­ior passing by; To Him, though filled with shame and awe, I raised my mourn­ful cry. 6 "Lord, Thou canst heal me if Thou wilt, For Thou canst all things do; O cleanse my lep­rous soul from guilt, My fil­thy heart re­new!" 7 He heard, and with a gra­cious look, Pronounced the heal­ing word, "I will, be clean." And while He spoke I felt my health re­stored. 8 Come lep­ers, seize the pre­sent hour, The Sav­ior’s grace to prove; He can re­lieve, for He is pow­er, He will, for He is love. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MAGNUS
Oft As The Leper's Case I Read

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