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See How The Fruitless Fig Tree Stands
Author: Joseph Harbottle Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 11 hymnals Lyrics: 1 See how the fruitless fig tree stands
Beneath the owner’s frown;
The axe is lifted in his hands,
To cut the cumberer down.
2 "Year after year I come," he cries,
"And still no fruit is shown;
I see but empty leaves arise;
Then cut the cumberer down."
3 "The axe of death at one sharp stroke,
Shall make my justice known;
Each bough shall tremble at the shock
Which cuts the cumberer down."
4 Sinner, beware—the axe of death
Is raised, and aimed at thee;
Awhile thy Maker spares thy breath;
Beware, O barren tree! Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Comprehensive Rippon, 1844
See How The Fruitless Fig Tree Stands
The Time Draws Nigh, My soul
Author: John Needham Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 8 hymnals 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. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)
The Time Draws Nigh, My soul
I'll of salvation take the cup
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 13 I’ll of salvation take the cup,
and on the Lord’s name call;
14 I’ll pay my vows unto the Lord
before his people all.
15 Dear in his sight is his saints’ death.
16 Thy servant, Lord, am I;
thy servant sure, thine handmaid’s son:
my bands thou didst untie.
17 Thank-offerings I to thee will give,
and on the Lord’s name call.
18 I’ll pay my vows now to the Lord
before his people all,
19 within the courts of the Lord’s house,
within the midst of thee,
O city of Jerusalem.
Praise to the Lord give ye.
Scripture: Psalm 116:13-19 Used With Tune: ST PAUL (ABERDEEN)
I'll of salvation take the cup
Laugh, Ye Profane
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst Lyrics: 1 Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst,
With bold impiety:
Yet shall ye live for ever cursed,
And seek in vain to die.
2 The gasp of your expiring breath
Consigns your souls to chains,
By the last agonies of death
Sent down to fiercer pains.
3 Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,
And all beneath is hell;
Your weighty guilt will sink you deep
Where the old serpent fell.
4 When iron slumbers bind your flesh,
With strange surprise you’ll find
Immortal vigor spring afresh,
And tortures wake the mind!
5 Then you’ll confess the frightful names
Of plagues you scorned before,
No more shall look like idle dreams,
Like foolish tales no more.
6 Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
With flames upon your tongue,
When you exchanged your souls away
For vanity and songs.
7 Behold, the saints rejoice to die,
For Heav’n shines round their heads;
And angel guards prepared to fly,
Attend their fainting beds.
8 Their longing spirits part, and rise
To their celestial seat;
Above these ruinable skies
They make their last retreat.
0 Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways,
I walk with pious souls;
There’s a wide difference in our race,
And distant are our goals. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, Book I, 1706
Laugh, Ye Profane
To God, Ye Choir Above, Begin
Author: Philip Skelton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 To God, ye choir above, begin
A hymn so loud and strong,
That all the universe may hear
And join the grateful song.
2 Praise Him, thou sun, who dwells unseen
Amidst transcendent light,
Where thy refulgent orb would seem
A spot, as dark as night.
3 Thou silver moon, ye host of stars,
The universal song
Through the serene and silent night
To listening worlds prolong.
4 Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns,
From whence no travelling ray
Hath yet to us, through ages past,
Had time to make its way.
5 Assist, ye raging storms, and bear
On rapid wings His praise,
From north to south, from east to west,
Through heaven, and earth, and seas.
6 Exert your voice, ye furious fires
That rend the watery cloud,
And thunder to this nether world
Your Maker’s words aloud.
7 Ye works of God, that dwell unknown
Beneath the rolling main;
Ye birds, that sing among the groves,
And sweep the azure plain;
8 Ye stately hills, that rear your heads,
And towering pierce the sky;
Ye clouds, that with an awful pace
Majestic roll on high;
9 Ye insects small, to which one leaf
Within its narrow sides
A vast extended world displays,
And spacious realms provides;
10 Ye race, still less than these, with which
The stagnant water teems,
To which one drop, however small,
A boundless ocean seems;
11 Whate’er ye are, where’er ye dwell,
Ye creatures great or small,
Adore the wisdom, praise the power,
That made and governs all.
12 And if ye want or sense or sounds,
To swell the grateful noise,
Prompt mankind with that sense, and they
Shall find for you a voice.
13 From all the boundless realms of space
Let loud hosannas sound;
Loud send, ye wondrous works of God,
The grateful concert round. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN
To God, Ye Choir Above, Begin
Our God of Love, Who Reigns Above
Author: Samuel J. Stone Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Our God of love, who reigns above,
Comes down to us below;
’Tis sweet to tell He loves so well,
And ’tis enough to know.
2. So deep, so high—like air and sky,
Beyond us, yet around;
He whom our mind can never find
Can in our heart be found.
3. Lord God, so far, past sun and star,
Yet close to all our ways!
In love so near, be pleased to hear
Thy little children’s praise.
4. O may that sign that we are Thine—
Our Father, Savior, friend—
Which sealed our brow, be on us now,
And with us to the end.
5. Through all our way, and every day
Believed, beloved, adored;
Be this our grace, to see Thy face
In Jesus Christ our Lord. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Church Monthly, July 1899
Our God of Love, Who Reigns Above
God is of mine inheritance
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 16:5-11 Used With Tune: ST. PAUL
God is of mine inheritance
How glad I was to hear men say
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 122 Used With Tune: ST PAUL Text Sources: Based on Scottish Psalter 1650
How glad I was to hear men say
Isles of the Deep, Rejoice!
Author: Edward Denny Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Isles of the deep, rejoice! rejoice Lyrics: 1. Isles of the deep, rejoice! rejoice!
Ye ransomed nations, sing
The praises of your Lord and God,
The triumphs of your King.
2. He comes, and at His mighty word,
The clouds are fleeting past,
And o’er the land of promise see,
The glory breaks at last.
3. There He, upon His ancient throne,
His power and grace displays,
While Salem with its echoing hills,
Send forth the voice of praise.
4. Oh, let His praises fill the earth
While all the blest above,
In strains of loftier triumph still,
Speak only of His love.
5. Sing, ye redeemed! Before the throne,
Ye white-robed myriads fall;
Sing—for the Lord of glory reigns,
The Christ—the heir of all. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN Text Sources: Selection of Hymns 1839
Isles of the Deep, Rejoice!
So Lowly Doth the Savior Ride
Author: Almer T. Pennewell, 1876-? Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1. So lowly doth the Savior ride
A paltry borrowed beast,
Nor pomp, nor show, nor lofty pride,
Nor boast above the least.
2. His scepter is His kindliness,
His grandeur is His grace,
His royalty is holiness,
And love is in His face.
3. ’Tis thus the great Messiah came
To break the tyrants’ will,
To heal the people of their shame,
And nobleness instill.
4. Ride on, O King, ride on Your way,
While men of low degree
Exalt and usher in the day
Of peace we long to see. Used With Tune: ABERDEEN
So Lowly Doth the Savior Ride
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