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Terrible thought! shall I alone

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVI (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Terrible thought! shall I alone, Who may be sav'd, shall I, Of all, alas! whom I have known Through sin for ever die? 2 While all my old companions dear, With whom I once did live, Joyful at God’s right hand appear A blessing to receive. 3 Shall I amidst a ghastly band, Dragg'd to the judgment-seat, Far on the left with horror stand, My fearful doom to meet? 4 While they enjoy their Saviour's love, Must I in torments dwell? And howl (while they sing hymns above,) And blow the flames of hell. 5 Ah! no; I still may turn and live; For still his wrath delays; He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve, And offers me his grace. 6 I will accept his offers now, From ev'ry sin depart, Perform my oft repeated vow, And render him my heart. 7 I will improve what I receive, The grace through Jesus given; Sure if with God on earth I live, To live with God in heav'n. Languages: English

Thou God of glorious majesty

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVII (1788) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thou God of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry; A half-awaken'd child of man, An heir of endless bliss or pain, A sinner born to die! 2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, ’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible; A point of time, a moment’s space, Removes me to that heav'nly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 3 O God mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. 4 Before me place in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom? 5 Be this my one great bus'ness here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t'ensure: Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. Languages: English

O for a thousand tongues to sing

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #I (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing, My great Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad, The honours of thy name. 3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease: 'Tis music in the sinner's ears; 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the Power of cancell'd sin, He sets the pris'ners free; His blood can make the foulest clean: His Blood avail'd for me. 5 Look unto him, ye nations, own Your God, ye fallen race; Look and be sav'd through faith alone, Be justify'd by grace! 6 See all your sins on Jesus laid; The Lamb of God was slain, His soul was once an off'ring made For every soul of man. 7 With me, your chief, ye then shall know, Shall feel your sins forgiv'n; Anticipate your heav'n below, And own that love is heav'n. Languages: English

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #II (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and pow'r; He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream, All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel you need of him; This he gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden'd, Bruis'd and mangled by the fall, If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Maker prostrate lies! On the bloody tree behold him! Hear him cry before he dies, "It is finish'd!" Sinners will not this suffice? 6 Lo! the incarnate God ascending, Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven, Sweetly echo with his name; Hallelujah! Sinners here may do the same. Languages: English

Why will ye die, O house of Israel!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #IV (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting First Line: Sinners, turn, why will ye die? Lyrics: 1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the works of his own hands; Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why? God, who did our souls retrive, Dy'd himself, that you might live, Will you let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God the Spirit asks you why? He, who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love; Will you not the grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why Will you grieve your God, and die? 4 Dead, already dead within, Spiritually dead in sin, Dead to God, while here you breathe, Pant ye after second death? Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O ye dying sinners, why, Why will you for ever die? Scripture: Ezekiel 18:31 Languages: English

Sinners, obey the gospel word!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #V (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Sinners, obey the gospel word! Haste to the supper of my Lord; Be wise to know your gracious day! All things are ready; come away. 2 Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late-returning son; Ready the loving Saviuor stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, Just now the stony to remove; T' apply, and witness with the blood, And wash, and seal the sons of God. 4 Ready for you, the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Are ready with their shining host: All heav'n is ready to resound, "The Dead's alive! the Lost is found." 6 Come then, ye sinners, to the Lord, In Christ to paradise restor'd: His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel-grace. Languages: English

Behold the Saviour of mankind

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VI (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree; How vast the Love that him inclin'd To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark. how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend! The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," he cries! See, where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head and dies. 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love like thine! Languages: English

O Love divine! what hast thou done!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VII (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 O Love divine! what hast thou done! Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me! The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree: Th' immortal God for me hath dy'd; My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd. 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his! Come, feel with me his blood apply'd; My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God; Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood: Pardon for all flows from his side; My Lord, my love is crucify'd. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream; All Things for him account but loss, And give up all our hearts to him; Of nothing think or speak beside, My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. Languages: English

Thee we adore, eternal name

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #VIII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 Thee, we adore, eternal name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell, Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave: Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings! 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on ev'ry breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road; And if our souls are hurry'd hence, May they be found with God! Languages: English

When rising from the bed of death

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #IX (1790) Topics: Awakening and Inviting Lyrics: 1 When rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I view my Maker face to face O how shall I appear! 2 If yet while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought; My soul with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought! 3 When thou, O Lord shalt stand disclos'd, In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear! 4 O may my broken contrite heart, Timely my sins lament, And early with repentant tears, Eternal woe prevent. 5 Behold the sorrows of my Heart, Ere yet it be too late; And hear my Saviour’s dying groan; To give those sorrows weight. 6 For never shall my soul despair Her Pardon to secure, Who knows the only Son hath dy'd To make that pardon sure. Languages: English