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Before the earth or seas were made

Author: W. Gadsby Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Before the earth or seas were made, Jesus was chosen as our Head, The Father’s first Elect; In him the church was chosen too, And he engaged to bring them through; Nor will he them neglect. 2 He undertook the care and charge, And promised they should walk at large, And all his glory view. Anon the Father’s set time came, Nor did the Saviour then disdain The Father’s will to do. 3 “Behold him now,” the Father cries; “Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes And view your Saviour dear. In him my soul delighteth well; My great commands he shall fulfil, And banish all your fear. 4 “Ye tried, ye tempted sinners, look To my Elect, who undertook To ransom you with blood. In him I’m ever, ever pleased, And you shall of your pain be eased, And see a smiling God. 5 “Whatever be your frame of mind, You never will perfection find, But in the Lord alone. No spot nor wrinkle can I see In them that unto Jesus flee; For they and he are one.” Topics: Christ All and In All Scripture: Isaiah 42:1

Sinners Married to Christ

Author: W. Gadsby Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: My soul with holy wonder views Lyrics: 1 My soul with holy wonder views The love the Lord the Saviour shows, To wretched, dying man; So strange, so boundless is his grace, He takes the vilest of our race With him to live and reign. 2 He’ll charm them with a holy kiss, And make them know what union is; He’ll draw them to his breast; A smiling eye upon them cast, Which brings them to his feet in haste, Each singing, “I am blest! 3 “I’m blest, I’m blest, for ever blest; My rags are gone, and I am dressed In garments white as snow; I’m married to the Lord the Lamb, Whose beauties I can ne’er explain, Nor half his glory show.” Topics: Salvation and Free Grace

The Sabbath

Author: W. Gadsby Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The Sabbath was a day of rest Lyrics: 1 The Sabbath was a day of rest; The day the Lord Jehovah blest; A lively type of Christ; The labouring poor may venture here; The guilty banish all their fear, And lean on Jesus’ breast. 2 When foes without, and foes within, Wrath, law, and Satan, guilt and sin, The child of God molest; Fatigued with sin, distressed with fear, He enters into Christ, and there He finds a settled rest. 3 Jesus is Zion’s only rest; Thrice happy is the man, and blest, That into him believes; His six days’ toil is finished then; His slavish fear for ever gone; By faith in Christ he lives. 4 [A precious resting-place indeed; Whatever weary pilgrims need Is richly treasured here. Here sinners may commune with God, And drink full draughts of heavenly love, Nor death nor danger fear.] 5 O may I ever rest in him, And never, never stray again, Nor after strangers roam; Dear Jesus, fix my roving heart, Nor ever let me from thee start, Till thou shalt take me home. Topics: Rest for the Weary

The Day of Pentecost

Author: Hart Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: When the bless'd day of Pentecost Lyrics: 1 When the blest day of Pentecost Was fully come, the Holy Ghost Descended from above, Sent by the Father and the Son, To bring immortal blessings down, And shed abroad God’s love. 2 Sudden a rushing wind they hear; And fiery cloven tongues appear; And sat on every one; Cloven, perhaps, to be a sign, That God no longer would confine His word to Jews alone. 3 And were these first disciples blessed With heavenly gifts? And shall the rest Be passed unheeded by? What! has the Holy Ghost forgot To quicken souls that Christ has bought, And lets them lifeless lie? 4 No, thou Almighty Paraclete, Thou shedd’st thy heavenly influence yet, Thou visit’st sinners still; The breath of life, thy quickening flame, Thy power, thy Godhead, still the same, We own, because we feel.

Praise for Redeeming Love

Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How vast the sufferings, who can tell Lyrics: 1 How vast the sufferings, who can tell, When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell, And was in battle slain? How great the triumph, who can sing, When from the grave the immortal King Triumphant rose again? 2 Yet we’ll attempt his name to bless, While we pass through the wilderness To Canaan’s happy shore. But when we reach the plains above, And every breath we draw is love, We’ll sing his glories more.

Simple-Hearted

Author: Berridge Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals 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.

Good Friday

Author: Hart Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals 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.

King Hezekiah lay diseased

Author: Hart Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals 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.

A Song of Praise to the Holy Three

Author: W. Gadsby Meter: 8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When will the happy moment come Lyrics: 1 When will the happy moment come That I shall meet my Lord at home, And all his glory view? Where sin no more shall vex my soul, Nor Satan any more control, Nor guilt shall me pursue? 2 [Christ loved, and chose, and ransomed me, From sin and Satan set me free, And washed me in his blood; He clothed me well from top to toe, Adorned me with his glory too, And brought me home to God.] 3 When such a guilty wretch as I, Deserving nought but misery, Shall in full glory be, With all the blood-bought throng above, I’ll sing the riches of thy love, Through vast eternity. 4 I’ll tell the Father and the Son, And the blest Spirit, Three-in-One, I’m saved by grace divine; And, with a strong, immortal voice, In this one God will I rejoice, Nor ever more repine. Topics: Praise