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My Soul Pursues No Vulgar Theme

Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9458 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My soul pursues no vulgar theme, The force of wit, or beauty’s charm: The last assize, the Judge supreme, My inmost heart and soul alarm. 2 See where He comes with solemn state, In cloudy chariot swiftly borne; Myriads of angels on Him wait, His awful progress to adorn. 3 A mighty trump the signal gives That wakes the nations underground; Affrights the sea, its dead revives, Who hear alike the powerful sound. 4 Sublime in air is fixed a throne, Wrought of a large and splendid cloud; From hence the Judge to all is known, Round this the trembling nations crowd. 5 Among the rest I must appear, Before the glittering judgment seat: O may I have no cause to fear, But in the Judge the Savior meet! 6 Now would I make the Judge my friend, Accept His grace, His laws obey; Then with the Judge shall I ascend To worlds of bliss and endless day. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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My Harp Untuned, And Laid Aside

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11614 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My harp untuned, and laid aside, To cheerful hours the harp belongs; My cruel foes, insulting cried, "Come, sing us one of Zion’s songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion’s king; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, whene’er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glowed; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Savior say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine" 5 Though for a time I hide My face, Rely upon My love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 Take down thy long neglected harp, I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair.” 7 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive, Come join with me, ye saints, and sing; Our foes in vain against us strive; For God will help and healing bring. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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Hell! 'Tis a Word of Dreadful Sound

Author: Bartholomew Brown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14471 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound Lyrics: 1 Hell! ’tis a word of dreadful sound; It chills the heart and shocks the ear; It spreads a sickly damp around, And makes the guilty quake with fear. 2 Far from the utmost verge of day, Its frightful, gloomy region lies; Fierce flames amidst the darkness play, And thick sulfurous vapors rise. 3 Conscience, the never-dying worm, With constant torture gnaws the heart, And woe and wrath, in every form, Inflame the wounds, increase the smart. 4 The wretches rave, o’erwhelmed with woe, And bite their everlasting chains; But with their rage their torments grow, Resentment but augments their pains. 5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear, Hopeless, in all these pains to lie; Racked with vexation, grief, despair, And ever dying, never die! 6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell, Who seeks Thy pardoning, cleansing blood; O let me in Thy kingdom dwell, To praise my Savior and my God." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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Awake, Our Souls, Behold How Nigh

Author: Benjamin Beddome Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15656 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake, our souls, behold how nigh The day, when from their bases hurled, The hills and mountains moldering lie, And vengeful flames consume the world. 2 The ocean’s troubled waves ascend In streams, and leave the burning shore; The solid earth convulsions rend, And skies and stars are seen no more. 3 Chaos again assumes its seat, And darkness fills its ancient throne; In wild disorder, atoms meet, And nature dies with awful groan. 4 But Jesus lives when nature dies, His love survives sin’s wrecks and spoils; Pleased with the change, His saints arise, And view below their finished toils. 5 When sinners’ hopes abortive prove, And with the world their joys expire, Then shall we sing unchanging love, And ever feel the sacred fire. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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A World Of Sinners Once Was Drowned

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16410 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: A world of sin­ners once was drowned Lyrics: 1 A world of sin­ners once was drowned, A del­uge swept them all away; One fa­mi­ly alone had found God’s mercy in that judg­ment day. 2 Forewarned of wrath to come, they feared, And, taught by God, pre­pared an ark, Which o’er the waves in suns­hine steered, Where all be­low was dead and dark. 3 Again the Spir­it of the Lord Moved on the form­less deep and void, And to the Pa­tri­arch’s sight re­stored The rel­ics of that world de­stroyed: 4 A world with­out a breath­ing soul, Or sign of life in plant or tree; Stretched like a corpse from pole to pole, Untraveled land, un­voy­aged sea! 5 Then from their hid­ing place they came, And straight­way built an al­tar there; Whence rose to Heav’n the dou­ble flame Of pure burnt sac­ri­fice and pray­er. 6 We, in an ark not made with hands, God’s own new co­ve­nant of peace, Which on the rock of ages stands, Seek re­fuge till His an­ger cease. 7 Then, as the cloud-born rain­bow smiled On Noah’s ran­somed ones, we trace Our heav’n­ly Fa­ther re­con­ciled In our in­car­nate Sav­ior’s face. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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'Tis Finished! so the Savior Cried

Author: S. Stennett Hymnal: Concordia #82 (1918) Lyrics: 1 'Tis finished! so the Savior cried, And meekly bowed His head and died: 'Tis finished! yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished! all that heaven decreed And all the ancient prophets said Is now fulfilled, as was designed, In Me, the Savior of mankind. 3 'Tis finished! this My dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone; Millions shall be redeemed from death, By this My last expiring breath. 4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound Be heard thro' all the nations round; 'Tis finished! let the echo fly Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky. Topics: Church Festivals Passion and Easter; The Lord's Supper; Call and Repentance; Faith and Justification Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: The Tribute of Praise and Methodist Protestant Hymn Book #111 (1882) Languages: English Tune Title: CRUCIFIXION
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O come and mourn with me a while

Hymnal: The Scottish Hymnal #38 (1892) Languages: English Tune Title: S. CROSS
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O thou, to whose all searching sight

Author: John Wesley; Gerhard Tersteegen Hymnal: The Wesleyan Methodist Hymnal #364 (1910) Languages: English Tune Title: HOLY CROSS
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That day of wrath, that dreadful day

Author: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832); Thomas of Celano Hymnal: Carmina Sanctorum, a selection of hymns and songs of praise with tunes #701 (1886) Topics: Christ's coming Scripture: Job 21:30 Languages: English Tune Title: CROSS

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