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And must this body die

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXV (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 And must this body die, This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms Shall but refine this flesh, 'Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh. 3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face Be heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe, Lord, to thy dying love; O may we bless thy grace below, And sing thy grace above. 6 Saviour, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise With our immortal tongues. Languages: English

Arise, my soul, arise

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXX (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my surety stands; My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead: His blood atton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual pray'rs, They strongly speak for me: Forgive him, O forgive they cry! Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed one; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear; He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father, cry! Languages: English

Children of the heav'nly King

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLVIII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Children of the heav'nly King, As we journey let us sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways! 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 O ye banish'd seed! be glad, Christ your advocate is made, Us to save our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, your Father's son, Bids us undismay'd go on. 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee! Languages: English

Breathing after the Holy Spirit

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXL (1791) Topics: Rejoicing First Line: Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With all thy quick'ning powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls, how heavenly they go To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to raise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Father, shall we then ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Languages: English

Come, ye that love the lord

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXVI (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their Joys abroad. 2 The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas; This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin: There, from the rivers of thy grace, Drink endless pleasures in. Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow; Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Languages: English

Father, how wide thy glory shines

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLVI (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Father, how wide thy glories shine, How high thy wonders rise! Known thro' the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of ev'ry hour We read thy patience still. 2 Part of thy name divinely stands On all thy creatures writ, They shew the labour of thy hands, The impress of thy feet: But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms. 3 Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice or the grace. Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heav'nly plains, Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 4 O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who sweetly all agree To save a world of sinners lost, Eternal glory be. Languages: English

He dies, the friend of sinners dies!

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXVI (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 He dies, the friend of dinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around, A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb: (In vain the tomb forbids his rise) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains; Say: "Live for ever, wond'rous King! "Born to redeem. and strong to save?" Then ask the monster — "where's thy sting? "And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" Languages: English

Jesus, my All, to heav'n is gone

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLV (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Jesus my All, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sin'd and stumbled but the more, Till late heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY." 5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, whose I am: Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love would I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found: I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God." Languages: English

Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXIX (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrows bow the spirits down, Our virtues lies distrest Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel; Thou hear'st thy children's cry, And their best wishes to fulfil, Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, And spread thy fame abroad! Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God. Languages: English

My God I am thine

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXI (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 My God, I am thine, What a comfort divine; What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart doth dance at the sound of his mame. 2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound; And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found. My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below! 3 Yet onward I haste To the heav'nly feast; That, that is the fulness, but this is the taste: And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love. Languages: English