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Do we not know that solemn word

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: SPHP1790 #CLXVIII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Do we not know that solemn word, That we are bury'd with the Lord' Baptiz'd into his death and then, Put off the body of our sin. 2 Our souls receive diviner breath, Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death So from the grave did Christ arise, And lives to God above the skies. 3 No more let sin or satan reign, Over our mortal flesh again; The various lusts we serv'd before, Shall have dominion now no more. Topics: Baptism Languages: English

Desiring Assurance of God's favour

Hymnal: SPHP1790 #LXXIV (1790) First Line: Eternal source of joys divine Lyrics: 1 Eternal source of joys divine, To thee my soul aspires: O could I say, "The Lord is mine," ’Tis all my soul desires. 2 Thy smile can give me real joy, Unmingled and refin'd; Substantial bliss without alloy, And lasting as the mind. 3 Thy smiles can gild the shades of woe, Bid stormy trouble cease, Spread the fair dawn of heav'n below, And sweeten pain to peace. 4 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord, Assure me of thy love; O speak the kind transporting word, And bid my fears remove. 5 Then shall my thankful pow'rs rejoice, And triumph in my God, 'Till heav’nly transport tunes my voice To spread thy praise abroad. Topics: After Sermon Languages: English

A Funeral Thought

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: SPHP1790 #CCXXV (1790) First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound My ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great GOD! is this our certain doom! And are we still secure! Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! 4 Grant us the pow'rs of quickning grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Topics: Funeral Occasions Languages: English

The Christian Honourable

Author: Stennett Hymnal: SPHP1790 #CCLVI (1790) First Line: Not all the nobles of the earth Lyrics: 1 Not all the nobles of the earth, Who boast the honors of their birth Such real dignity can claim, As those who bear the christian name. 2 To them the privilege is giv'n To be the sons and heirs of Heav'n; Sons of the GOD who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 3 On them a happy chosen race, their father pours his riches grace: To them his counsels he imparts, And stamps his Image on their hearts. 4 Their Infant cries, their tender age, His pity and his love engage: He clasps them in his arms and there, Secures them with parental care. 5 His will he makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go; Whispers instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds. Topics: Family Worship Languages: English

Death's a Warning

Hymnal: SPHP1790 #CCXXII (1790) First Line: Vain man thy fond pursuits forbear Lyrics: 1 Vain man thy fond pursuits forbear, Repent, thine end is nigh, Death at the farthest can't be far; Oh think before thou die! 2 Reflect thou hast a soul to save; Thy sins how high they mount! What are thy hopes beyond thy grave? How stands that dark account! 3 Death enters and there's no defense, His time there's none can tell, He'll in a moment calls thee hence, To Heaven or down to hell. 4 Thy flesh perhaps thy chiefest care, Shall crawling worms consume, But ah! destruction ends not there; Sin kills beyond the tomb! 5 To day, the gospel calls, to day' Sinners, it speaks to you; Let every one forsake his way, And mercy will ensue. 6 Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood, How vile soe'er he be, Abundant pardon, peace with GOD; All giv'n entirely free. Topics: Funeral Occasions Languages: English

Faith looks within the veil

Author: Mrs. P—r Hymnal: SPHP1790 #CCCXLIV (1790) Meter: Irregular First Line: When I look up to Heaven Lyrics: 1 When I look up to Heaven, And there my Jesus view; When faith to me is given, Those wonders to pursue: I cry out O amazing, Astonish'd at the sight; And ever would be gazing, In raptures of delight. 2 There on a throne most glorious, With sweet delight I see, Exalted and victorious, The Man that died for me; Co-equal and eternal, He'll with the Father reign; And all his foes infernal Against him rage in vain. 3 He shines through Heav'ns glad regions With such transcendant light, All the celestial legions, Are daz'led a the sight; With faces veil'd before him, Bright Cherubs lowly fall, And joyfully adore him, As Sovereign Lord of all. 4 The saints with joy and gladness, Inveil'd before him stand, Forever freed from sadness, With victory in their hands; In spotless robes adorned Crowns on their heads they wear, Tho' once by sinner scorned Now like their Lord appear. 5 They join their greatful voices, To praise the sacred Three, All Heaven around rejoices, In sweetest harmony; To God the glorious Father, The Spirit and the Son, By all his works together, Be equal honour done. Languages: English