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Sweet Place
Author: Samuel Crossman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6421 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 First Line: Sweet place; sweet place alone Refrain First Line: O happy place! Lyrics: 1. Sweet place; sweet place alone!
The court of God most high,
The heaven of heavens, the throne
Of spotless majesty!
Refrain
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
2. The stranger homeward bends,
And sigheth for his rest:
Heaven is my home, my friends
Lodge there in Abraham’s breast. [Refrain]
3. Earth’s but a sorry tent,
Pitched but a few frail days,
A short leased tenement;
Heaven’s still my song, my praise. [Refrain]
4. No tears from any eyes
Drop in that holy choir:
But death itself there dies,
And sighs themselves expire. [Refrain]
5. There should temptations cease,
My frailties there should end.
There should I rest in peace
In the arms of my best friend. [Refrain]
6. Jerusalem on high
My song and city is,
My home whene’er I die,
The center of my bliss. [Refrain]
7. Thy walls, sweet city! thine
With pearls are garnished,
Thy gates with praises shine,
Thy streets with gold are spread. [Refrain]
8. No sun by day shines there,
No moon by silent night.
O no! these needless are;
The Lamb’s the city’s light. [Refrain]
9. There dwells my Lord, my king,
Judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give. [Refrain]
10. The patriarchs of old
There from their travels cease:
The prophets there behold
Their longed for Prince of Peace. [Refrain]
11. The Lamb’s apostles there
I might with joy behold:
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold. [Refrain]
12. The bleeding martyrs, they
Within those courts are found;
All clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crowned. [Refrain]
13. Ah me! ah me! that I
In Kedar’s tents here stay;
No place like this on high;
Thither, Lord! guide my way. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
Sweet Place
Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6738 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
they bid my fear depart.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
2. Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
upon the shameful tree,
Have paid the law’s full price
and purchased peace for me.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
3. Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
has borne the awful load
Of sins that none in Heav’n
or earth could bear but God.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
4. Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
would have been all too few.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
5. Thy righteousness, O Christ,
alone can cover me:
No righteousness avails
save that which is of Thee.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ
O'er Hoarse Atlantic's Wave
Author: Maria Popple, 1796-1847 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8558 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 First Line: O’er hoarse Atlantic’s wave Lyrics: 1 O’er hoarse Atlantic’s wave,
From Afric comes the cry,
O Christians! haste and save,
Ere in our want we die!
Our starving souls have ne’er been fed;
Oh! bring to us the Living Bread!
2 And broad Pacific’s shore
Re-echoes with the call,
From China wafted o’er,
Beseeching one and all
To kindle in the flowery clime
The Lamp of Life, the Light divine.
3 And India’s myriad sons
Stretch forth their dusky hands;
Crying, O favored ones,
Who dwell in Gospel lands,
Send to our longing, thirsty souls
The stream that with salvation rolls.
4 And shall we careless live
With these great gifts in store?
Nor from our fullness give
To spread from shore to shore
Glad tidings from the courts above
Of our Immanuel’s boundless love?
5 Pardon our coldness, Lord!
Our languid souls inspire.
May Thy life giving Word
Kindle a holy fire
In every heart that owns Thy sway
And hasten the millennial day! Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
O'er Hoarse Atlantic's Wave
The Triune God Above
Author: Susanna Harrison Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8696 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The Triune God above,
And Lord of all below,
To sinners shows His love,
Displays His justice, too—
"Awake, awake, vindictive sword,
Against My Fellow!" saith the Lord.
2 "Awake against the Man
Omnipotent in power,
To execute My plan
Lost mortals to restore;
Man has a load of guilt so great
None but My Son can bear the weight.
3 "Him vengeance shall pursue,
For man He must atone;
To justice what is due
His blood can pay alone.
He shall My righteous law fulfill;
He shall accomplish all My will.
4 The Lord of Hosts commands,
Th’eternal Father spoke:
All Heav’n in silence stands
While Jesus bears the stroke.
See, guilty mortals! See, His side
For you was pierced! For you He died.
5 Draw near th’accursèd tree,
In wonder lost, that love
Could rise to that degree—
Your sentence to remove!
With weeping eyes His sorrows view,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.
6 O let Him have your hearts,
Your blessings shall increase:
To His He still imparts
Both righteousness and peace.
His grace shall all your sins subdue,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.
7 Bought by His precious blood,
You are no more your own;
Give up yourselves to God,
And live to Him alone:
Jesus will bear you conquerors through,
He groaned, He bled, He died for you.
Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
The Triune God Above
Awake, Ye Saints, Awake
Author: Thomas Cotterill, 1779-1823 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9300 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest,
The type of Heaven’s eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquished all our foes:
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all His love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Great King, gird on Thy sword,
Ascend Thy conquering car;
While justice, truth, and love
Maintain Thy glorious war:
This day let sinners own Thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms awa Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
Awake, Ye Saints, Awake
The Night Is Now Far Spent
Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9536 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The night is now far spent
And day comes on apace;
The veil will soon be rent,
That hides the Savior’s face;
The clouds that now obstruct our sight
Will all be quickly put to flight.
2 Ye saints, lift up your heads,
Salvation draweth nigh;
See where the morning spreads
Its radiance through the sky;
Oh, let the sight your spirits cheer;
The Lord Himself will soon appear.
3 Though men your hope deride,
Nor will themselves believe;
Yet in His word confide,
Who never can deceive;
When Heav’n and earth shall pass away,
The saints shall see a glorious day.
4 For you the Lord intends
A bright abode on high;
The place where sorrow ends,
And naught is known but joy;
With such a hope, ye saints, rejoice;
We soon shall hear th’ archangel’s voice. Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
The Night Is Now Far Spent
O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?
Author: Stephen Popovich Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9782 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 First Line: O death where is thy sting? Lyrics: 1 O death where is thy sting?
Where grave, thy victory?
O keys of hell, why change
Ye hands at Calvary?
Lo, on that hill
God’s wrath was placed,
Our sins erased,
And death made nil.
2 O sinner, set thy faith
On Him who bore thy curse;
The venom of that sting
Abideth on the earth.
But Christ arose
To be our way,
And sole escape,
From sin’s grim woe.
3 O saint, turn not behind—
Reach forth to things ahead;
Thy faith has made thee whole
And raised thee from the dead,
To be as one
With what awaits
Past Heaven’s gate
When ends have come.
4 O Lord, for Thee we watch,
Unto that blessèd day,
When whate’er form we take
Shall see Thee face to face;
For Thy great pow’r
Will resurrect
All Thine elect;
O wondrous hour! Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?
What Was It, Blessed God
Author: Ann T. Gilbert, 1782-1866 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10581 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 What was it, blessèd God,
Led Thee to give Thy Son,
To yield Thy well-beloved
For us by sin undone?
’Twas love unbounded led Thee thus
To give Thy well-beloved for us.
2 What led Thy Son, O God,
To leave Thy throne on high,
To shed His precious blood,
To suffer and to die?
’Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Led Him to die and suffer thus.
3 What moved Thee to impart
Thy Spirit from above,
Therewith to fill our heart
With heavenly peace and love?
’Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus.
4 What love to Thee we owe,
Our God, for all Thy grace!
Our hearts may well o’erflow
In everlasting praise:
Make us, O God, to praise Thee thus
For all Thy boundless love to us. Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
What Was It, Blessed God
Jesus The Lord Is Born
Author: William Gadsby Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10874 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Jesus the Lord is born,
To set His people free,
From Sinai’s dreadful storm,
And every misery;
From all that hell and sin can do,
And take them safe to glory, too.
2 Whatever guest appeared,
The public inn to crowd;
No lodgings could be spared
For the incarnate Word;
A stable must the birthplace be
Of Him who fills immensity.
3 The sinner’s guilty heart
For sin provides a home;
Nor with a lust will part,
To give the Savior room;
Just like the bustling, crowded inn,
There’s room for all, excepting Him.
4 For passion, lust and pride,
And enmity to God;
For aught that can deride
The Savior’s precious blood,
There’s room and entertainment here,
But none for Him whom devils fear.
5 Immortal thanks to Him,
Whose matchless, sovereign grace
Breaks down the power of sin
And makes Himself a place;
He takes possession of the mind,
And proves Himself supremely kind. Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
Jesus The Lord Is Born
Upward I Lift Mine Eyes
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12924 Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Upward I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made;
God is the tower to which I fly;
His grace is nigh in every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes that never sleep
Shall Israel keep when dangers rise.
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun, and Thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.
4 Hast Thou not giv’n Thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.
I’ll go and come, nor fear to die,
Till from on high Thou call me home. Languages: English Tune Title: DARWALL'S 148TH
Upward I Lift Mine Eyes
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