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Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9451 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Now let the Sons of Belial hear
The thunders of the Lord;
Unfold their long rebellious ear,
And tremble at His Word.
2 Now let the iron sinew bow,
And take His easy yoke;
Lest sudden vengeance lay it low,
By one resistless stroke.
3 Tho’ yet the great Physician wait,
And healing balm be found;
One hour may seal their endless fate,
And fix a deadly wound.
4 Swift may Thy mercy, Lord, arise,
E’er justice stop their breath;
And lighten their deluded eyes,
That sleep the sleep of death. Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear
The Time Draws Nigh, My soul
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9454 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The time draws near, my soul, when thou Lyrics: 1 The time draws near, my soul, when thou
Thy last account must give:
When thy whole life shall be surveyed
By Him who bid thee live.
2 How many talents, O my God,
Hast thou bestowed on me?
But yet how little can be found,
That I have done for Thee?
3 My health, my time, my worldly store,
And Thy more precious Word
Thy talents are; for these must I
Account to Thee my Lord.
4 Much of my time, alas! I’ve lost,
And much have I misspent;
How careless of my grand concerns,
On trifles how intent?
5 How little good have I received?
How little have I done?
How oft my feet have trod the paths
I know I ought to shun?
6 Pity my weakness, gracious God,
My sins thro’ Christ forgive;
Teach me henceforth not to myself
But unto Thee to live.
7 O may the slothful servant’s doom
My holy care excite:
Each talent may I well improve,
And in Thy work delight.
8 Then like a faithful steward I
Shall stand before Thy seat;
Let me but hear, "Well done," at last,
My bliss will be complete. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN
The Time Draws Nigh, My soul
Mortals, Give Ear
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9455 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Mortals, give ear, the awful day Lyrics: 1 Mortals, give ear, the awful day,
The last, the great assize,
Advances swift as minutes fly
The guilty to surprise.
2 That eye which sees thro’ darkest shades
Of secrecy and night;
That ear which every whisper hears
Shall bring each deed to light.
3 How will the guilty trembling stand
To see their sins revealed?
And all their thoughts made public then
Which lay before concealed.
4 Horror and anguish seize their souls,
Despoiled of each disguise:
Despair now racks their guilty breasts,
And hope for ever dies.
5 Not so the righteous—they shall stand,
Nor vengeance them affright:
The Judge who goodness loves will bring
Their secret good to light.
6 Blushing with joy, the saint shall hear
Each pious deed proclaimed;
And see his name with honor shine
By malice once defamed.
7 Thus by an interposing sphere
The sun is veiled in night,
But soon he shows his face with all
The majesty of light. Languages: English Tune Title: DIBDIN
Mortals, Give Ear
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9457 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: He’ll come, the Judge will surely come Lyrics: 1 He’ll come, the Judge will surely come,
Ye atheists mock no more;
His chariot wheels are hastening on,
The Judge is at the door.
2 Swift glide the streams of time along
To bring the awful day;
Each flying hour withdrawing says
The Judge will not delay.
3 See where the mighty angel stands,
Embracing sea and shore;
To Heaven he lifts his hand, and swears
That time shall be no more.
4 He swears—behold, the Judge descends
His office to complete;
The tribes of Adam trembling stand
Before the judgment seat.
5 Prepare, my soul, to meet thy judge,
Thy life throughout survey;
From evil cease, and learn the good
If Thou wouldst stand that day.
6 Washed in Thy Savior’s blood thy robes
Shall be both clean and white;
A holy soul can view its judge,
And triumph in the sight. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Blest News! To Us A Child Is Born
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9460 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Blest news! To us a child is born,
To us a son is given;
Emmanuel He, the God with us,
The choicest gift of Heaven.
2 With transport view this wondrous Child,
Of purest virgin born;
In your best songs the titles sing
Which His great name adorn.
3 The brightest rays of heavenly truth
From Him reflected shine;
The Father’s wisdom dwells in Him,
Our counselor divine.
4 To universal empire born,
The charge He well sustains;
Nations rejoice, the mighty Lord,
Your king Messiah reigns.
5 With growing honors He shall sit
On David’s ancient throne;
There shall He ever reign, and thence
Shall make His justice known.
6 Lord of the future glorious age
By Heaven’s unchanged decree;
Gentiles and Jews shall own His sway,
And angels bow the knee.
7 Blest news! to us a child is born;
The Prince of Peace is given;
He brings down heavenly peace to earth,
And makes our peace with Heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE
Blest News! To Us A Child Is Born
When Men, Pretending To Be Wise
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9464 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When men, pretending to be wise,
Forsook plain nature’s rule,
Their minds in endless mazes lost,
The man became the fool.
2 Tho’ nature showed the One supreme,
Fancy soon marred her book;
And for the God that made the world,
His various works mistook.
3 Sun, moon, and stars, are first adored,
Then man is made divine;
Each people form their guardian god,
And bow before his shrine.
4 The nations still more stupid grow,
And turn to very stocks;
The learned Egyptian’s god behold,
It is a grazing ox.
5 Blush, Israel, blush, the chosen seed
Into like madness run;
Israel first saved, then bid to hear
The Lord their God was one.
6 Their gods above, and gods below,
Let heathen nations frame;
One is our God, and Father, too,
Jehovah is His name. Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST
When Men, Pretending To Be Wise
Upon Judea's Midnight Plains
Author: Thomas L. Harris Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9467 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Upon Judea’s midnight plains Lyrics: 1 Upon Judea’s midnight plains
The shepherds watched of old;
When lo! from Heaven, seraphic strains
Of joy and triumph rolled.
2 Now dawns the blissful advent morn,
With loving voice they sing.
Today, to all mankind, is born
A Savior and a King.
3 Still, still, ’tis ours the hymn to hear
That swept o’er Israel’s plain.
Loud swells the anthem—sphere to sphere
In joy repeats the strain.
4 Where’er Thy Spirit, Lord, is shrined,
The inward Christ is born;
The angel strains in heart and mind
Proclaim the advent morn. Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH
Upon Judea's Midnight Plains
Long Has Divine Compassion Strove
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9474 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Long has divine compassion strove
With this rebellious land;
O justice, long has pleading love
Withheld thy dreadful hand.
2 At lengths, ye people, lift your eyes,
Your crimes no more pursue;
Behold the gathering tempest rise,
And tremble at the view!
3 See, fraught with vengeance, how it spreads!
To mercy instant fly;
E’er yet it burst upon your heads,
Repent, repent—or die.
4 Late raging storm, ’twas mercy stayed,
Her voice destruction heard,
Th’impetuous winds her voice obeyed,
And awful justice spared.
5 Shall every warning be in vain
Your ruin to prevent?
Indulgent mercy calls again,
Return, repent! repent!
6 The voice, ye people, hear with awe,
O hear, and turn to God;
Lest mercy, long abused, withdraw,
And leave you to the rod.
7 Almighty God, Thy powerful grace
Can change us, and forgive;
Can save a guilty rebel race,
And say, Repent, and live.
8 O let Thy powerful grace appear,
And justice sheath her sword;
Then shall a rescued nation fear
And love and praise the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR
Long Has Divine Compassion Strove
Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9476 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise,
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 While hope revives, though pressed with fear
And I can say My God,
Beneath Thy feet I spread my cares,
And pour my woes abroad.
3 To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
4 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
5 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust,
And still my soul would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.
6 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?
7 No, still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner’s prayer;
O may I ever find a place
To breathe my sorrows there.
8 Thy mercy seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. COLUMBA
Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul
When Blooming Youth Is Snatched Away
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9477 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatched away,
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power—I too must die—
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
Tomorrow, death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey,
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.
6 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart,
For death’s surprising hour. Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN
When Blooming Youth Is Snatched Away
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