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Let Us Tell The Story

Author: Anonymous; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16561 Tune Key: g minor First Line: Let us tell the sto­ry Lyrics: 1 Let us tell the sto­ry, How shame led on to glo­ry; How the Foe de­fy­ing, Joy was born from sigh­ing, Strength from weak­ness, liv­ing sprang from dy­ing: The Lord is King—the Lord bears sway: The Lord hath made this glor­ious day Of East­er. 2 Now up­on Mount Si­on Upriseth Ju­dah’s Li­on; Now His might He show­eth, Mighty ones o’er­throw­eth, Conq’ring and to con­quer, forth He go­eth: And Heav’n ab­ove and Earth be­low One com­mon Al­le­lu­ia know At East­er. 3 Every earth­ly bat­tle Is fought with ar­mor’s ra­ttle. And with war-steeds pranc­ing, And with hel­mets glanc­ing, And with pen­nons in the breez­es danc­ing: Another foe, ano­ther fight, Was fought be­fore the morn­ing light At East­er. 4 Single war­fare wag­ing, Embattled hosts en­gag­ing, He, by none as­sist­ed. He, by all re­sist­ed, Met and con­quered Hell, for con­flict list­ed; On Fri­day last His sword He drew; The van­quished foe He ov­er­threw At East­er. Languages: English Tune Title: [Let us tell the sto­ry]
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Now Is The Time, Th'Accepted Hour

Author: William Cowper, 1731-1800 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16566 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Tune Key: f minor First Line: Now is the time, th’ac­cept­ed hour, Lyrics: 1 Now is the time, th’ac­cept­ed hour, O! sin­ners come away; The Sav­ior’s knock­ing at our door, Arise with­out de­lay. 2 O! don’t re­fuse to give Him room, Lest mer­cy should with­draw; He’ll then in robes of ven­geance come To exe­cute His law. 3 Then where, poor mor­tals, will you be, If des­ti­tute of grace, When you your in­jured Judge shall see, And stand be­fore His face. 4 O! could you shun that dread­ful sight, How would you wish to fly, To darkest shades of end­less night, From that all-search­ing eye? 5 But death and hell must all ap­pear And you among them stand; Before the great im­par­tial bar Arraigned at Christ’s left hand. 6 Let not these warn­ings be in vain, But lend a list­en­ing ear; Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapped in keen des­pair. Languages: English Tune Title: BURFORD
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The Swift-Declining Day

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16611 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Tune Key: e minor or modal First Line: The swift-de­clin­ing day Lyrics: 1 The swift-de­clin­ing day, How fast its mo­ments fly! While ev­en­ing’s broad and gloomy shade Gains on the west­ern sky. 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, And use the hours of light; And know, its Mak­er can com­mand An in­stan­tan­eous night. 3 His Word blots out the sun In its me­ri­di­an blaze; And cuts from smil­ing, vig­or­ous youth The rem­nant of its days. 4 On the dark mountain’s brow Your feet shall quick­ly slide; And from its airy sum­mit dash Your mo­ment­ary pride. 5 Give glo­ry to the Lord, Who rules the whirl­ing sphere; Submissive at His foot­stool bow, And seek sal­va­tion there. 6 Then shall new lus­ter break Thro’ hor­ror’s dark­est gloom, And lead you to un­chang­ing light, In a ce­les­tial home. Languages: English Tune Title: AYLESBURY
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Now That The Day Hath Reached Its Close

Author: Johann F. Hertzog Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16661 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Tune Key: f minor Lyrics: 1 Now that the day hath reached its close, The sun doth shine no more; In sleep the toil-worn find repose And all who wept be­fore. 2 But Thou, my God, dost nev­er sleep, For Thou Thy­self art Light; No dark­ness, how­so­ev­er deep, Can dim Thy per­fect sight. 3 Therefore, O Lord, re­mem­ber me Thro’-out the gloom of night. Protect Thou me most gra­cious­ly And shield me with Thy might. 4 Keep Sa­tan’s fu­ry far from me By ma­ny an an­gel arm; Then shall I be from wor­ry free And safe from ev­ery harm. 5 I know the ev­il I have done Doth cry aloud to Thee; But yet in mer­cy Thy dear Son Hath full atoned for me. 6 In Him ac­cept­ed I shall be When sup­pli­ant at Thy feet. He is my sure­ty and my plea Before Thy judg­ment seat. 7 And so I close my wea­ry eyes, Sweet peace with­in my breast. Why toss about in fears or sighs? God watch­es while I rest. 8 Should this night prove the last for me In this sad vale of cares, Then lead me, Lord, to dwell with Thee And all Thy chosen heirs. 9 And thus I live and die to Thee, Strong Lord of hosts indeed. In life, in death, deliver me From every fear and need. Languages: English Tune Title: NUN SICH DER TAG GEENDET HAT
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I Fall Asleep In Jesus' Wounds

Author: Paul Eber; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16666 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Tune Key: c minor or modal First Line: I fall asleep in Je­sus’ wounds Lyrics: 1 I fall asleep in Je­sus’ wounds, There par­don for my sins ab­ounds; Yea, Jesus’ blood and right­eous­ness My jew­els are, my glor­ious dress. In these be­fore my God I’ll stand When I shall reach the heav’n­ly land. 2 With peace and joy I now de­part; God’s child I am with all my heart. I thank thee, Death, thou lead­est me To that true life where I would be. So cleansed by Christ, I fear not death. Lord Je­sus, strength Thou my faith. Languages: English Tune Title: VATER UNSER
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A Pilgrim And A Stranger

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Jane L. Borthwick Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16667 Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Tune Key: a minor First Line: A pil­grim and a strang­er Lyrics: 1 A pil­grim and a strang­er, I jour­ney here be­low; Far dist­ant is my coun­try, The home to which I go. Here I must toil and tra­vail, Oft weary and oppressed, But there my God shall lead me To ev­er­last­ing rest. 2 I’ve met with storms and dan­ger E’en from my ear­ly years, With ene­mies and con­flicts, With fight­ings and with fears. There’s no­thing here that tempts me To wish a long­er stay, So I must hast­en for­ward, No halt­ing or de­lay. 3 It is a wellworn path­way; A host has gone be­fore, The ho­ly saints and pro­phets, The pa­tri­archs of yore. They trod the toilsome jour­ney In pa­tience and in faith; And them I fain would fol­low, Like them in life and death. 4 Who would share Ab­r’am’s bless­ing Must Ab­r’am’s path pur­sue, A stran­ger and a pil­grim, Like him, must jour­ney thro’. The foes must be en­coun­tered, The dan­gers must be passed; A faith­ful sol­dier on­ly Receives the crown at last. 5 So I must hast­en for­ward Thank God, the end will come! This land of pass­ing sha­dows Is not my des­tined home. That ev­er­more ab­id­eth, The ev­er­last­ing ci­ty, Jerusalem ab­ove, This ev­er­more ab­id­eth, The home of light and love. 6 There still my thoughts are dwell­ing, ’Tis there I long to be; Come, Lord, and call Thy serv­ant To bless­ed­ness with Thee. Come, bid my toils be end­ed, Let all my wan­d’rings cease; Call from the way­side lodg­ing To Thy sweet home of peace. 7 There I shall dwell for­ev­er, No more a part­ing guest, With all Thy bloodbought child­ren In ev­er­last­ing rest, The pil­grim toils for­got­ten, The pil­grim con­flicts o’er, All earth­ly griefs be­hind me, Eternal joys be­fore. Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLICH TUT MICH
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The Rapture Of The Saints

Author: Edward Denny Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16671 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Tune Key: g minor First Line: Hark to the trump! Behold, it breaks Lyrics: 1 Hark to the trump! Behold, it breaks The sleep of ag­es now: And lo! the light of glo­ry shines On ma­ny ach­ing brow. 2 Changed in a mo­ment—raised to life, The quick, the dead arise, Responsive to the an­gel’s voice That calls us to the skies. 3 Ascending through the crowd­ed air, On ea­gle’s wings we soar; To dwell in the full joy of love, And sor­row there no more. 4 Undazzled by the glor­ious light Of that be­lov­èd brow, We see, with­out a sin­gle cloud, We see the Sav­ior now! 5 O Lord, the bright and bless­èd hope That cheered us through the past, Of full eter­nal rest in Thee, Is all ful­filled at last. 6 The cry of sor­row here is hushed, The voice of pray­er is o’er;* ’Tis need­less now—for Lord, we crave Thy gra­cious help no more. 7 Praise, end­less praise alone be­comes This bright and bless­èd place, Where ev­ery eye be­holds un­veiled The mys­ter­ies of Thy grace. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
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O Lord, My God, I Cry To Thee

Author: Nikolaus Selnecker; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16673 Tune Key: c minor or modal First Line: O Lord my God, I cry to Thee Lyrics: 1 O Lord my God, I cry to Thee, In my dis­tress Thou help­est me; To Thee my­self I all com­mend, Oh swift­ly now Thine an­gel send To guide me home, and cheer my heart, When Thou dost call me to de­part! 2 O Je­su Christ, Thou Lamb of God, Once slain to take away our load, Now let Thy cross, Thine ago­ny, Avail to save and sol­ace me; Thy death, to op­en Heav’n, and there Bid me the joy of an­gels share. 3 O Holy Spir­it, at the end, Sweet Com­fort­er, be Thou my Friend! When death and hell as­sail me sore, Leave me, oh leave me, nev­er­more, But bear me safel­y through that strife, As Thou hast pro­mised, in­to life! Languages: English Tune Title: VATER UNSER

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