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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
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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
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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
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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
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Now That The Day Hath Reached Its Close

Author: Johann F. Hertzog Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16661 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Now that the day hath reached its close, The sun doth shine no more; In sleep the toil-worn find repose And all who wept be­fore. 2 But Thou, my God, dost nev­er sleep, For Thou Thy­self art Light; No dark­ness, how­so­ev­er deep, Can dim Thy per­fect sight. 3 Therefore, O Lord, re­mem­ber me Thro’-out the gloom of night. Protect Thou me most gra­cious­ly And shield me with Thy might. 4 Keep Sa­tan’s fu­ry far from me By ma­ny an an­gel arm; Then shall I be from wor­ry free And safe from ev­ery harm. 5 I know the ev­il I have done Doth cry aloud to Thee; But yet in mer­cy Thy dear Son Hath full atoned for me. 6 In Him ac­cept­ed I shall be When sup­pli­ant at Thy feet. He is my sure­ty and my plea Before Thy judg­ment seat. 7 And so I close my wea­ry eyes, Sweet peace with­in my breast. Why toss about in fears or sighs? God watch­es while I rest. 8 Should this night prove the last for me In this sad vale of cares, Then lead me, Lord, to dwell with Thee And all Thy chosen heirs. 9 And thus I live and die to Thee, Strong Lord of hosts indeed. In life, in death, deliver me From every fear and need. Languages: English Tune Title: NUN SICH DER TAG GEENDET HAT

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