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Simple-Hearted

Author: Berridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #745 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 First Line: When Jesus would his grace proclaim Lyrics: 1 When Jesus would his grace proclaim, He calls the simple, blind, and lame To come and be his guest; Such simple folk the world despise; Yet simple folk have sharpest eyes, And learn to walk the best. 2 They view the want of Jesus’ light, Of Jesus’ blood, and Jesus’ might, Which others cannot view; They walk in Christ, the living Way, And fight, and win the well-fought day, Which others cannot do. 3 They all declare, I nothing am, My life is bound up in the Lamb, My wit and might are his; My worth is all in Jesus found, He is my Rock, my anchor-ground, And all my hope of bliss. 4 Such simple soul I fain would be, The scorn of man, the joy of thee, Thy parlour guest and friend; Do make me, Lord, a little child, Right simple-hearted, meek and mild, And loving to the end. Languages: English

Time and Eternity

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #754 (1877) Meter: 8.8.6 First Line: Lo! on a narrow neck of land Topics: Death and Judgment Languages: English

Good Friday

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #786 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 First Line: That day, when Christ was crucified Lyrics: 1 That day when Christ was crucified, The mighty God, Jehovah, died An ignominious death. He that would keep this solemn day, And true disciples safely may, Must keep it firm in faith. 2 For, though the mournful tragedy May call up tears in every eye, Yet, brethren, rest not here. Would you condole your dying Friend? Let each into his soul descend, And find his Saviour there. 3 This only can our hearts assure, And make our outward worship pure In God’s all-searching sight. When all we do with love is mixed, And steadfast faith on Jesus fixed, My brethren, then we’re right. Languages: English

King Hezekiah lay diseased

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #813 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 King Hezekiah lay diseased, With every dangerous symptom seized, Beyond the cure of art; With languid pulse, and strength decayed, With spirits sunk, and soul dismayed, And ready to depart. 2 His friends despair; his servants droop; The learned Leech can give no hope; All signs of life are fled; When, lo! the seer Isaiah came With words to damp th' expiring flame, And strike the dying dead. 3 Entering the royal patient’s room, He thus denounced the dreadful doom: “Of flattering hopes beware. God’s messenger, behold, I stand, Thus saith the Lord, Thy death’s at hand: Prepare, O king, prepare!” 4 Where is the man, whom words like these, Though free before from all disease, Would not deject to death? Favourite of heaven, in thee we see The miracles of prayer, in thee Th' omnipotence of faith! 5 Methinks I hear the hero say, “And must my life be snatch'd away, Before I’m fit to die? Can prayer reverse the stern decree, And save a wretch condemn'd like me? It may, at least I’ll try. 6 Ye damps of death, that chill me through, God’s prophet and perdition too, I must withstand you all. Both heaven and earth, awhile begone; I turn me to the Lord alone, And face the silent wall.” 7 He said, and, weeping, pour'd a prayer, That conquer'd pain, removed despair With all its heavy load, Repell'd the force of death’s attack, Brought the recanting prophet back, And turn'd the mind of God. Languages: English