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That day of wrath, that dreadful day
Author: Sir Walter Scott, Bart. Hymnal: The Song Companion to the Scriptures #507 (1911) Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
Captain of Thine Enlisted Host
Author: Christopher Batty Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #746 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Captain of Thine enlisted host,
Display Thy glorious banner high;
The summons send from coast to coast,
And call a numerous army nigh.
2. A solemn jubilee proclaim
Proclaim the great Sabbatic day;
Assert the glories of Thy name;
Spoil Satan of his wished-for prey.
3. Bid, bid Thy heralds publish loud
The peaceful blessings of Thy reign;
And when they speak of sprinkled blood,
The mystery to the heart explain.
4. Chase the usurper from his throne,
Oh! chase him to his destined hell;
Stout-hearted sinners overcome;
And glorious in Thy temple dwell.
5. Fight for Thyself, O Jesus, fight,
The travail of Thy soul regain;
To each blind soul make darkness light,
To all let crooked paths be plain. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Captain of Thine Enlisted Host
My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed
Author: William Cowper Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4374 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose!
2. See, from the over-burning lake
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
3. Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.
4. I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
O, I would drive it from my breast,
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west!
5. Come then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved! Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
My Soul Is Sad and Much Dismayed
Ye Sons of Adam, Vain and Young
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7771 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;
2. Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment, too.
3. God from on high records your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.
4. The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror through:
How will you stand before His face,
Or answer for His injured grace?
5. Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of Thy Word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Ye Sons of Adam, Vain and Young
Great Maker Of Unnumbered Worlds
Author: Sidney Dyer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7846 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore—
Whose goodness all Thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at Thy power—
2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
And man, who moves the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assigned by Thee.
3 While suppliant crowds implore Thine aid,
To Thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense the repentant sigh.
4 O, may our land, in this her hour,
Confess Thy hand, and bless the rod,
By penitence make Thee her friend,
And find in Thee a guardian God. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Great Maker Of Unnumbered Worlds
O Savior Of The World Forlorn
Author: Alfred T. T. Verney-Cave Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8381 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Savior of the world forlorn,
Who man to save this day wast born,
Our days are sinking to their night,
In darkness save, save us in light.
2 Let Thy most blessèd favor be
Around us as we bend the knee;
Blot out our sin; Thy heavenly ray
Dispels the gloom and makes our day.
3 No sleep shall thus weigh down the mind,
Nor ghostly foe unguarded find;
Nor reason yielding to a dream
Wake less responsive to Thy beam.
4 O Thou that makest all things new,
With cravings of the heart we sue,
Our lives may, fresh from Thee their source,
Renew the pureness of their course.
5 To God the Father endless praise,
And to His only Son we raise;
An equal glory as is meet
Be sung to God the Paraclete. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
O Savior Of The World Forlorn
Was It For Sin?
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8705 First Line: Was it for sin, for mortal guilt Refrain First Line: LM Lyrics: 1 Was it for sin, for mortal guilt,
The Savior gave His vital blood?
For sin amazing anguish felt,
The wrath of an offended God?
2 When bleeding, groaning, on the tree,
He breathed such agonizing cries,
When nature suffered, Lord, with Thee,
And darkness clothed the mourning skies.
3 And shall I harbor in my breast
(O tremble, soul, at such a deed)
This dreadful foe, this fatal guest?
’Twas sin that made my Savior bleed.
4 ’Tis sin that would my ruin prove,
And sink me down to endless woe;
But O forbid it, heav’nly love,
And save me from the cursèd foe.
5 Ye sins, ye cruel sins, depart,
Your tyrant sway I cannot bear;
My rightful sovereign claims my heart,
And Christ alone shall govern here.
6 Come, glorious conqueror, gracious Lord,
Thy all-prevailing power employ;
O come, with Thy resistless word,
These hateful enemies destroy.
7 So guilty, weak, to Thee I fly,
My Lord, my Savior, and my friend,
On Thy almighty arm rely,
On Thy atoning blood depend.
8 All of my hope is fixed on Thee,
For Thou alone hast power divine;
O come, and conquer, Lord, for me,
And all the glory shall be Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Was It For Sin?
As Some Tall Rock Amidst The Waves
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8991 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 As some tall rock amidst the waves,
The fury of the tempest braves;
While fierce the billows, toiling high,
Break at its foot and murmuring die:
2 Thus they, who in the Lord confide,
Though foes assault on every side;
Cannot be moved or overthrown,
For Jesus makes their cause His own.
3 So faithful Stephen, undismayed,
The malice of the Jews surveyed;
The holy joy which filled his breast
A luster on his face impressed.
4 "Behold!" he said, "the world of light
Is opened to my strengthened sight;
My glorious Lord appears in view,
That Jesus, whom ye lately slew."
5 With such a friend and witness near,
No form of death could make him fear;
Calm, midst the shower of stones, he kneels,
And only for his murderers feels.
6 May we, by faith, perceive Thee thus,
Dear Savior, ever near to us!
This fight, through life, our peace shall keep,
And death be feared no more than sleep.
Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
As Some Tall Rock Amidst The Waves
Sinners, Attend The Dreadful Word
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11191 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sinners, attend the dreadful word—
"The Judge of all, the righteous Lord,
Doth with His holy myriads come"—
And tremble at your instant doom!
2 Ye just, the faithful God and true
Comes, to be glorified in you,
Rejoice to see the Judge descend,
And boldly meet your heavenly friend! Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Sinners, Attend The Dreadful Word
Ye Judges Of The Earth, Be Still
Author: Benjamin H. Kennedy Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11236 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ye judges of the earth, be still,
While God declares His righteous will:
“How long in your unequal scale
Shall justice lose, and wrong prevail?
2 'Let law the orphan’s claim secure:
List to the friendless and the poor:
Protect the weak, assert their right,
And save them from the oppressor’s spite.
3 "Alas, ye neither know nor mark;
Reckless ye wander in the dark,
While earth the dire confusion feels,
And on its deep foundation reels.
4 "Gods ye were named: all lands in you
The children of the Highest knew:
But death your frailty shall betray,
And blend your forms with vulgar clay."
5 Rise, high-throned God, to vengeance rise;
Redeem the wronged, the proud chastise;
Rule every realm by right divine:
For all the realms of earth are Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: ABBOTSFORD
Ye Judges Of The Earth, Be Still
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