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Come, let us join our friends above
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymns and Psalms #812 (1983) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Come, let us join our friends above
Come, let us join our friends above
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #824 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: The Christian Life Death, Judgement, Future Life; The Church Militant and Triumphant Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Come, let us join our friends above
Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old
Author: Edward H. Plumptre, 1821-1891 Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #860 (1920) Topics: Christ Compassion of; Sick, the Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old
Come, Let Us Rise with Christ
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #915 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Come, let us rise with Christ our head Lyrics: 1. Come, let us rise with Christ our head
And seek the things above,
By the almighty Spirit led
And filled with faith and love;
Our hearts detached from all below
Should after Him ascend,
And only wish the joy to know
Of our triumphant Friend.
2. Enthroned at God’s right hand He sits,
Maintainer of our cause,
Till every vanquished foe submits
To His victorious cross;
Worthy to be exalted thus,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
The Lord our King, who reigns for us,
And shall forever reign.
3. To Him our willing hearts we give
Who gives us power and peace,
And dead to sin, His members live
The life of righteousness;
The hidden life of Christ is ours
With Christ concealed above,
And tasting the celestial powers,
We banquet on His love. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Come, Let Us Rise with Christ
Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old
Author: Edward Hayes Plumptre, 1821-91 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #919 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: National and Social Service Hospitals and Philanthropy Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old
The Earth Belongs unto the Lord
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1318 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. The earth belongs unto the Lord,
And all that it contains;
The world that is inhabited,
And all that there remains.
For the foundations thereof
He on the seas did lay,
And He hath it establishèd
Upon the floods to stay.
2. Who is the man that shall ascend
Into the hill of God?
Or who within His holy place
Shall have a firm abode?
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure,
And into vanity
Who hath not lifted up his soul,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
3. He from th’Eternal shall receive
The blessing him upon,
And righteousness, ev’n from the God
Of his salvation.
This is the generation
That after Him inquire,
O Jacob, who do seek Thy face
With their whole heart’s desire.
4. Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;
Ye doors, that last for aye,
Be lifted up, that so the King
Of glory enter may.
But who of glory is the King?
The mighty Lord is this;
Ev’n that same Lord, that great in might
And strong in battle is. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
The Earth Belongs unto the Lord
Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
Author: Augustus M. Toplady Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1561 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Fountain of never ceasing grace,
Thy saints’ exhaustless theme,
Great object of immortal praise,
Essentially supreme;
We bless Thee for the glorious fruits
Thine incarnation gives;
The righteousness which grace imputes,
And faith alone receives.
2. Whom heaven’s angelic host adores,
Was slaughtered for our sin;
The guilt, O Lord was wholly ours,
The punishment was Thine:
Our God in the flesh, to set us free,
Was manifested here;
And meekly bare our sins, that we
His righteousness might wear.
3. Imputatively guilty then
Our substitute was made,
That we the blessings might obtain
For which His blood was shed:
Himself He offered on the cross,
Our sorrows to remove;
And all He suffered was for us,
And all He did was love.
4. In Him we have a righteousness,
By God Himself approved;
Our rock, our sure foundation this,
Which never can be moved.
Our ransom by His death He paid,
For all His people giv’n,
The law He perfectly obeyed,
That they might enter Heav’n.
5. As all, when Adam sinned alone,
In his transgression died,
So by the righteousness of One,
Are sinners justified,
We to Thy merit, gracious Lord,
With humblest joy submit,
Again to Paradise restored,
In Thee alone complete.
6. Our souls His watchful love retrieves,
Nor lets them go astray,
His righteousness to us He gives,
And takes our sins away:
We claim salvation in His right,
Adopted and forgiv’n,
His merit is our robe of light,
His death the gate of Heav’n. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
Hear Me O God, Nor Hide Thy Face
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2235 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide Thy face Lyrics: 1. Hear me, O God, nor hide Thy face;
But answer, lest I die;
Hast Thou not built a throne of grace
To hear when sinners cry?
2. My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.
3. My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat;
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4. As on some lonely building’s top
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5. My soul is like a wilderness
Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place
And there the screaming owl.
6. Dark, dismal thoughts, and boding fears,
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7. My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
8. Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel Thy frown;
Lord, ’twas Thy hand advanced me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9. My looks like withered leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint as evening shadows are
That vanish into night.
10. But Thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know Thy name,
And spread Thy works abroad.
11. Thou wilt arise and show Thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th’appointed hour of grace,
That long-expected day.
12. He hears His saints, He knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
Hear Me O God, Nor Hide Thy Face
How Vast the Benefits Divine
Author: Augustus M. Toplady Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2665 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. How vast the benefits divine
which we in Christ possess!
We are redeemed from guilt and shame
and called to holiness.
But not for works which we have done,
or shall hereafter do,
Hath God decreed on sinful men
salvation to bestow.
2. The glory, Lord, from first to last,
is due to Thee alone;
Aught to ourselves we dare not take,
or rob Thee of Thy crown.
Our glorious Surety undertook
to satisfy for man,
And grace was given us in Him
before the world began.
3. This is Thy will, that in Thy love
we ever should abide;
That earth and hell should not prevail
to turn Thy Word aside.
Not one of all the chosen race
but shall to Heav’n attain,
Partake on earth the purposed grace
and then with Jesus reign. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
How Vast the Benefits Divine
O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4872 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. O God, no longer hold Thy peace,
No longer silent be;
Thine enemies lift up their head
To fight Thy saints and Thee.
Against Thine own, whom Thou dost love,
Their craft Thy foes employ;
They think to cut Thy people off,
Thy church they would destroy.
2. Thine ancient foes, conspiring still,
With one consent agree,
And they who with Thy people strive
Make war, O God, on Thee.
O God, who in our fathers’ time
Didst smite our foes and Thine,
So smite Thine enemies today
Who in their pride combine.
3. Make them like dust and stubble blown
Before the whirlwind dire,
In terror driv’n before the storm
Of Thy consuming fire.
Confound them in their sin till they
To Thee for pardon fly,
Till in dismay they, trembling, own
That Thou art God Most High. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW
O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace
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