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Win the Precious Souls
Author: Charles P. Jones Hymnal: His Fullness Songs #122 (1977) Topics: Soul Winning First Line: Win the precious souls to Jesus Lyrics: 1 Win the precious souls to Jesus;
He that winneth souls is wise;
Gather in the precious harvest
For the garner of the skies.
Lost and stumbling in the darkness
See the millions daily go;
Gather in our share, my brother,
From the awful fields of woe.
2 They will thank you when you've saved them,
Tho' they laugh at you today;
Let not scoffings you discourage,
They will weep like you some day.
Win the precious souls to Jesus!
How He longs their souls to bless!
How He longs to cleanse their spirits,
Filling them with righteousness!
3 Win them! win them! love and win them!
He that winneth souls is wise,
And will shine in yonder city
With the splendor of the skies.
Win them! win them! love and win them!
Neither soul or body spare;
You shall stand at last with Jesus,
And the spoil of glory share!
Scripture: Proverbs 11:30 Languages: English Tune Title: [Win the precious souls to Jesus]
Win the Precious Souls
Psalm 51 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.120 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics:
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Savior's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 3
What is the thing of greatest price
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #8 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Soul, the Lyrics:
What is the thing of greatest price,
The whole creation round?
That, which was lost in Paradise,
That, which in Christ is found.
The soul of man,--Jehovah's breath!
That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life.
God, to reclaim it, did not spare
His well-beloved Son;
Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear
The Sins of all in One.
The Holy Spirit sealed the plan,
And pledged the blood divine,
To ransom every soul of man;
That price was paid for mine.
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And is this treasure borne below
In earthly vessels frail;
Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail?
Then let us gather round the Cross,
This knowledge to obtain,
Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.
Languages: English
What is the thing of greatest price
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #23 (1786) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul; Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #23 (1790) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul; Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Mine Eyes and my Desire
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P25c (1766) Topics: Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul Lyrics: 1 Mine Eyes and my Desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his Promises,
And rest upon his Word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my Soul,
Bring thy Salvation near;
When will thy Hand release my Feet
Out of the deadly Snare?
3 When shall the Sov'reign Grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dang'rous Ways
My wand'ring Feet have trod!
4 The Tumult of my Thoughts
Doth but enlarge my Woe;
My Spirit languishes, my Heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every Morning Light
My Sorrow new begins;
Look on my Anguish and my Pain,
And pardon all my Sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the Hosts of Hell,
How cruel is their Hate?
Against my Life they rise, and join
Their Fury with Deceit.
7 O keep my Soul from Death,
Nor put my Hope to Shame;
For I have plac'd my only Trust
In my Redeemer's Name.
8 With humble Faith I wait
To see thy Face again;
Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.
Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Mine Eyes and my Desire
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #27 (1786) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul; Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #27 (1787) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul; Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
O Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P51c (1766) Topics: Backsliding soul restored Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry,
Tho' all my Crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry Look,
But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book.
2 Create my Nature pure within,
And form my Soul averse to Sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy Presence from my Heart.
3 I cannot live without thy Light,
Cast out and banished from thy Sight:
Thine holy Joys my GOD restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy Help and Comfort still afford;
And let a Wretch come near thy Throne
To plead the Merits of thy Son.
5 A broken Heart, my GOD, my King,
Is all the Sacrifice I bring;
The God of Grace will ne'er despise
A broken Heart for Sacrifice.
6 My Soul lies humbled in the Dust,
And owns thy dreadful Sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying Eye,
And save the Soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the World thy Ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign Grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's Blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O may thy Love inspire my Tongue!
Salvation shall be all my Song;
And all my Pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
O Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #97 (1740) Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: O Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry,
Tho' all my Crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry Look,
But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book.
2 Create my Nature pure within,
And form my Soul averse to Sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy Presence from my Heart.
3 I cannot live without thy Light,
Cast out and banished from thy Sight:
Thine holy Joys my GOD restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy Help and Comfort still afford;
And let a Wretch come near thy Throne,
To plead the Merits of thy Son.
5 A broken Heart, my GOD, my King,
Is all the Sacrifice I bring;
The God of Grace will ne'er despise
A broken Heart for Sacrifice.
6 My Soul lies humbled in the Dust,
And owns thy dreadful Sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying Eye,
And save the Soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the World thy Ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign Grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's Blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O may thy Love inspire my Tongue!
Salvation shall be all my Song;
And all my Pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
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