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Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear, That sav'd, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To ev'ry soul abound; A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plent'ous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore! 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are! A rock that cannot move; A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love! 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure; And while the truth of God remains, This goodness must endure. Languages: English

O tell me no more

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXIV (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 O tell me no more Of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country I've found Where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe, In Paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive; My soul don't delay, He calls the away, Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know What he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort, go after him go: Lo onward I move, To a country above, None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win, From death, hell, and sin, 'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within: And when I'm to die Receive me, I'll cry, For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why. 5 But this I do find, We two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind: So this is the race I'm running thro' grace, Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's face. 6 And now I'm in care, My neighbours may share These blessings; to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, And death will you lie, When one here assures you true grace is so nigh? Languages: English

And must this body die

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXV (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 heav'nly 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 songs we raise With our immortal tongues. Languages: English

He dies, the friend of sinners dies!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXVI (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 vict'ry boasting grave?" Languages: English

Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXVII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O! for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. Languages: English

My God, the spring of all my joys

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXVIII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if thou appear My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning-star, And he my rising sun. 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shews his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith Would bear me conqu'or through/ Languages: English

Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXIX (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 spirit down, When virtue lies distress'd 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

Breathing after the Holy Spirit

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXL (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 heavily they go To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; 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

The voice of my Beloved sounds

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLII (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 The voice of my Beloved sounds, While o'er the mountain-tops he bounds, He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul with transport fills; Gently doth he chide my stay, "Rise, my love, and come away." 2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last, The rain is gone, the winter's past, The lovely vernal flow'rs appear, The warbling choir enchant our ear; Now, with sweetly pensive moan, Coos the turtle-dove alone. Languages: English

Vain, delusive world, adieu

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLIII (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Vain, delusive world, adieu, With all of creature-good, Only Jesus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood! All thy pleasures I forego, I trample on thy wealth and pride; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity: Christ, the Lamb of God was slain, He tasted death for me! Me to save from endless woe, The sin-atoning victim dy'd! Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 3 Here will I set up my rest, My fluctuating heart From the haven of his breast Shall never more depart: Whither should a sinner go? His wounds for me stand open wide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 4 Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end; This is all my happiness On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his faith abide: Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 5 O that I could all invite, This saving truth to prove: Shew the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of Jesu's love! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone apply'd: Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! Languages: English