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Jesus, Great Shepherd Of The Sheep
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10884 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, great shepherd of the sheep,
To Thee for help we fly;
Thy little flock in safety keep,
For O! the wolf is nigh.
2 He comes of hellish malice full,
To scatter, tear and slay;
He seizes every straggling soul,
As his own lawful prey.
3 Us into Thy protection take,
And gather with Thine arm;
Unless the fold we first forsake,
The wolf can never harm.
4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power,
While by our shepherd’s side;
The sheep he never can devour
Unless he first divide.
5 O do not suffer him to part
The souls that here agree;
But make us of one mind and heart,
And keep us one in Thee!
6 Together let us sweetly live,
Together let us die;
And each a starry crown receive,
And reign above the sky.
7 Keep us till then in perfect peace,
And call us each to prove
An endless age of heavenly bliss,
An endless age of love. Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN
Jesus, Great Shepherd Of The Sheep
The Angel Comes, He Comes To Reap
Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10887 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord!
O’er all the earth with fatal sweep
Wide waves his flamy sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God’s treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In Thy destroying angel’s hour
O gather us to Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
The Angel Comes, He Comes To Reap
God Is Gone Up With Joyful Sound
Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10906 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 God is gone up with joyful sound
Of saints that sing on high;
His own right hand and holy arm
Have brought the victory nigh!
2 Now empty are the courts of Death
And crushed thy sting, Despair;
And roses bloom in desert tomb
For Jesus hath been there!
3 And He hath tamed the strength of Hell,
And dragged him through the sky,
Captive behind His chariot wheel,
That man no more may die. Languages: English Tune Title: ABERDEEN
God Is Gone Up With Joyful Sound
Abashed Be All The Boast Of Age!
Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10921 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Abashed be all the boast of age!
Be hoary learning dumb!
Expounder of the mystic page,
Behold an infant come!
2 Oh, Wisdom, whose unfading power
Beside th’Eternal stood,
To frame, in nature’s earliest hour,
The land, the sky the flood;
3 Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile
An infant form to wear;
To bless Thy mother with a smile,
And lisp Thy faltered prayer.
4 But, in Thy Father’s own abode,
With Israel’s elders round,
Conversing high with Israel’s God,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
5 So may our youth adore Thy name!
And Savior, deign to bless
With fostering grace the timid flame
Of early holiness. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE
Abashed Be All The Boast Of Age!
Let All Adore The Immortal King
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10938 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Let all adore the immortal King,
Maker of Heaven and earth;
Angels and men, rejoice and sing,
At our Immanuel’s birth.
2 A son is born, a child is given,
That mortals, born again,
May in the new-made earth and Heaven,
With God for ever reign.
3 Father, Thy heavenly voice I own,
Thy gracious majesty:
Thro’ Jesus Thy belovèd Son,
Thou art well pleased with me!
4 But our whole race to Christ unite
And by Thy Spirit joined,
Thou wilt eternally delight
In all Thy ransomed kind.
5 Salvation from our sins we found,
Thro’ Jesu’s grace forgiven;
And Jesu’s grace doth more abound,
And makes us meet for Heaven.
6 The hallowing virtue of Thy name,
Our spotless souls shall prove;
And to the utmost saved, proclaim
Our Lord’s almighty love. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ETHELDREDA
Let All Adore The Immortal King
The Song Of Angels Above
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10941 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Earth has detained me prisoner long Lyrics: 1 Earth has detained me prisoner long
And I’m grown weary now:
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
There’s nothing here for you.
2 Tired in my thoughts, I stretch me down,
And upward glance mine eyes;
Upward, my Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.
3 There the dear Man, my Savior, sits,
The God, how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
4 Seraphs, with elevated strains
Circle the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.
5 Jesus the Lord their harps employs,
Jesus my love they sing:
Jesus, the name of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
6 Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run,
And speak, in most majestic sounds,
The Godhead of the Son.
7 How on the Father’s breast He lay,
The darling of His soul,
Infinite years before the day
Or heavens began to roll.
8 And now they sink the lofty tone,
And gentler notes they play,
And bring th’eternal Godhead down
To dwell in humble clay.
9 O sacred beauties of the Man!
(The God resides within)
His flesh all pure, without a stain;
His soul without a sin.
10 Then, how He looked, and how He smiled,
What wondrous things He said!
Sweet cherubs, stay, dwell here a while,
And tell what Jesus did.
11 At His command the blind awake,
And feel the gladsome rays:
He bids the dumb attempt to speak,
They try their tongues in praise.
12 He shed a thousand blessings round
Where’er He turned His eye;
He spoke, and at the sovereign sound
The hellish legions fly.
13 Thus, while, with unambitious strife,
Th’ethereal minstrels rove
Through all the labors of His life,
And wonders of His love.
14 In the full choir a broken string
Groans with a strange surprise;
The rest in silence mourn their king
That bleeds, and loves, and dies.
15 Seraph and saint, with dropping wings,
Cease their harmonious breath;
No blooming trees, nor babbling springs,
While Jesus sleeps in death.
16 Then all at once to living strains
They summon every chord,
Break up the tomb, and burst His chains,
And show their rising Lord.
17 Around the flaming army throngs
To guard Him to the skies,
With loud hosannas on their tongues,
And triumph in their eyes.
18 In awful state the conquering God
Ascends His shining throne,
While tuneful angels sound abroad
The victories He has won.
19 Now let me rise, and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here’s joyful work for you!
20 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise.
Oh for some heavenly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies!
21 There, ye that love my Savior, sit,
There I would fain have place,
Amongst your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see His face.
22 I am confined to earth no more,
But mount in haste above,
To bless the God that I adore,
And sing the Man I love.
Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE
The Song Of Angels Above
The Sun Of Righteousness Appears
Author: Samuel Wesley, Jr. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10962 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Sun of righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more!
Adore the Healer of your fears,
Your rising Sun adore.
2 The saints, when He resigned His breath,
Unclosed their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bonds of death,
Again the dead arise.
3 Alone the dreadful race He ran,
Alone the wine press trod,
He died and suffered as a man,
He rises as a God.
4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid an early rise,
To Him who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens paradise. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
The Sun Of Righteousness Appears
Let Us Adore The Grace That Seeks
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10964 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!
Attend, ’tis God the Savior speaks,
And every word is love.
2 Though filled with awe, before His throne
Each angel veils his face;
He claims a people for His own
Amongst our sinful race.
3 Careless, awhile, they live in sin,
Enslaved to Satan’s power;
But they obey the call divine,
In His appointed hour.
4 "Come forth," He says, "no more pursue
The paths that lead to death;
Look up, a bleeding Savior view,
Look, and be saved by faith."
5 "My sons and daughters you shall be
Through the atoning blood;
And you shall claim, and find, in Me,
A father, and a God."
6 Lord, speak these words to every heart,
By Thine all-powerful voice;
That we may now from sin depart,
And make Thy love our choice.
7 If now, we learn to seek Thy face
By Christ, the living way;
We’ll praise Thee for this hour of grace,
Through an eternal day. Languages: English Tune Title: RICHMOND
Let Us Adore The Grace That Seeks
From Whence These Dire Portents Around?
Author: Samuel Wesley, Jr. Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10966 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: From whence these dire portents around Lyrics: 1 From whence these dire portents around,
That earth and Heav’n amaze?
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?
2 Not thus did Sinai’s trembling head
With sacred horror nod,
Beneath the dark pavilion spread
Of legislative God!
3 Thou earth, thy lowest center shake,
With Jesu sympathize!
Thou sun, as hell’s deep gloom be black,
’Tis thy creator dies!
4 What tongue the tortures can describe
Of this vindictive hour?
Wrath He alone had will to share
As He alone had power!
5 See streaming from th’accursèd tree
His all-atoning blood!
Is this the Infinite? ’Tis He!
My Savior and my God!
6 For me these pangs His soul assail,
For me the death is born!
My sin gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.
7 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, the tyrant’s chain;
Oh, save me whom Thou cam’st to save,
Nor bleed nor die in vain! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. COLUMBA
From Whence These Dire Portents Around?
In One Harmonious Cheerful Song
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11002 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 one harmonious cheerful song,
Ye happy saints, combine;
Loud let it sound from every tongue,
The Savior is divine.
2 The least, the feeblest of the sheep
To Him the Father gave;
Kind is His heart the charge to keep,
And strong His arm to save.
3 In Christ th’almighty Father dwells,
And Christ and He are One;
That rebel power which Christ assails,
Attacks th’eternal throne.
4 That hand, which Heav’n and earth sustains,
And bars the gates of hell,
And rivets Satan down in chains,
Shall guard His chosen well.
5 Now let th’infernal lion roar,
How vain his threats appear!
When he can match Jehovah’s power,
I will begin to fear. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
In One Harmonious Cheerful Song
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