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Hymn On The Titles Of Christ

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11232 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 First Line: Arise, my soul, arise Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise Thy Savior’s sacrifice! All the names that love could find, All the forms that love could take Jesus in Himself has joined, Thee, my soul, His own to make. 2 Equal with God, most high, He laid His glory by: He, th’eternal God was born, Man with men He deigned t’appear, Object of His creature’s scorn, Pleased a servant’s form to wear. 3 Hail everlasting Lord, Divine, incarnate Word! Thee let all my powers confess, Thee my latest breath proclaim; Help, ye angel choirs, to bless, Shout the loved Immanuel’s name. 4 Fruit of a virgin’s womb The promised blessing’s come: Christ the fathers’ hope of old, Christ the woman’s conquering seed, Christ the Savior! Long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent’s head. 5 Refulgent from afar See the bright Morning-Star! See the Day-Spring from on high Late in deepest darkness rise, Night recedes, the shadows fly, Flame with day the opening skies! 6 Our eyes on earth survey The dazzling Shechinah! Bright, in endless glory bright Now in flesh He stoops to dwell, God of God, and light of light, Image of th’invisible. 7 He shines on earth adored The presence of the Lord; God, the mighty God and true, God by highest Heav’n confessed, Stands displayed to mortal view, God supreme, for ever blest. 8 Jesu! To Thee I bow Th’Almighty’s fellow Thou! Thou, the Father’s only Son, Pleased He ever is in Thee; Just and holy Thou alone, Full of grace and truth for me. 9 High above every name Jesus, the great I AM! Bows to Jesus every knee Things in Heav’n, and earth and hell; Saints adore Him, demons flee, Fiends and men and angels feel. 10 He left His throne above Emptied of all, but love: Whom the heav’ns cannot contain God vouchsafed a worm t’appear, Lord of glory, Son of man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. 11 His own on earth He sought, His own received Him not: Him, a sign by all blasphemed, Outcast and despised of men, Him they all a madman deemed, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. 12 Hail Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing; Never shall Thy triumphs end, Hail derided majesty; Jesus, hail! The sinner’s friend, Friend of publicans—and me! 13 Thine eye observed my pain Thou good Samaritan! Spoiled I lay and bruised by sin, Gasped my faint, expiring soul, Wine and oil Thy love poured in, Closed my wounds, and made me whole. 14 Hail the life-giving Lord, Divine, engrafted word! Thee the life my soul has found, Thee the resurrection proved: Dead I heard the quickening sound, Owned Thy voice, believed, and loved! 15 With Thee gone up on high I live, no more to die: First and Last, I feel Thee now, Witness of Thy empty tomb, Alpha and Omega Thou Wast, and art, and art to come! Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

The Dreadful Day Is Come

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11452 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 The dreadful day is come To fix a nation’s doom! Who, when God doth this, shall live, Stand before a righteous God? ’Gainst the world and Satan strive, Strive resisting unto blood! 2 Well may our nature fear The fiery trial near: Who shall first his Lord betray? Who his Master shall deny? Which of us shall fall away? Is it, Savior, is it I? 3 I shall, I surely shall, Without Thy succor, fall: Lest, one moment left alone, I shall make my ruin sure, Shamefully my God disown, Thee, and all Thy saints abjure. 4 But Lord, I trust in Thee, Thou wilt not go from me; Thee Thy pity shall constrain Still with me, ev’n me, t’abide; Me, the weakest child of man, Me for whom Thy pity died. 5 O that I always may On Thee my spirit stay! Poor and needy as I am, Thou dost for my vileness care; Thou hast called me by my name; Thou wilt all my burdens bear. 6 Thou art the sinner’s Friend, I on Thy love depend; Help for all is laid on Thee; Faith and hope in Thee I have: As my day, my strength shall be, Thou shalt to the utmost save. 7 Arm me with Thy great power, And come the fiery hour! Then I in Thy strength shall say, (Feeblest of Thy servants I) I, though all men fall away, I will never Thee deny. 8 Ready, through grace, I am To suffer for Thy name; When Thou dost Thyself bestow On so poor a worm as me, I shall then to prison go, Gladly go to death with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: FREYLINGHAUSEN

Brethren, The End Is Near

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11454 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Brethren, the end is near, Our Lord shall soon appear: These the days of vengeance be, Rumored ills the land distress; Wars on wars ye hear and see, Ushering in the Prince of Peace. 2 His judgments are abroad, Forerunners of our God; Nation against nation fights, Kingdoms against kingdoms rise; Signs above, and fearful sights, Speak the anger of the skies. 3 The powers of Heaven He shakes; Earth to her center quakes; Famine shows her meager face; Pestilence stalks close behind; Woes surround the sinful race; Wrath abides on all mankind. 4 The nations are distressed, The wicked cannot rest; No, in sin they sleep no more, Tossed with sad perplexity; Swell the waves, and work, and roar, Men are like the troubled sea. 5 Terror their heart assails, Their heart through terror fails; Fails, o’erwhelmed with huge dismay, Looking for the plagues to come, Shrinking from their evil day, Fainting at their instant doom. 6 But ye that fear the Lord, Fear neither plague nor sword; Jesus bids your care depart, Ye in Jesus’ love are blest; Sprinkled is your peaceful heart: Now expect the perfect rest. 7 These threatening clouds look through, Good they portend to you: Lift your heads, with joy look up, Find your full redemption near; See your soul’s desire and hope, See your glorious Lord appear. 8 His near approach ye know, Treated like Him below; This the Word that Jesus said, Now your Master’s lot ye find, Mocked, rejected and betrayed, Hated now by all mankind. 9 In calm and quiet peace Your patient souls possess; God hath kept your innocence, God shall still His own defend; Rest in Him, your sure defense, Suffer on, and wait the end. 10 His mercy’s wings are spread, To guard your naked head; None can hurt you now, or grieve, Hated though ye be by all: No, without your Savior’s leave, Not one sacred hair shall fall. Languages: English Tune Title: CALVARY

Fly, To The Mountains Fly

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11455 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Fly, to the mountains fly; Sinners, on Christ rely! Our strong mountain is the Lord: He keeps off th’invading bands, He averts th’impending sword; Christ the Christian’s fortress stands. 2 Happy who trust in Him, Almighty to redeem: Neither wars nor plagues they fear, Public ills they calmly meet, Smile at desolation near, Trample death beneath their feet. 3 But woes, redoubled woes Attend the Savior’s foes: Worldly men and things who love, God, His things and people hate; O what sorrows will they prove, Crushed by all His judgments’ weight! 4 Woe to the souls at ease, The slaves of foul excess; Charged with surfeiting, or wine, Drunk with pleasure, or with care, Big with earthly low design, Fond of their attachments there. 5 Secure on earth who dwell, They all His plagues shall feel; Senseless, till the day oppress; Thoughtless, till the ruin come: Pangs shall then their spirits seize, Earnest of their final doom. 6 But we Thy warning take, We, Lord, the world forsake: Thou hast kindly said, Beware, Armed us by Thy word of grace, Told us of the fatal snare Spread for all the earth-born race. 7 Thy judgments we revere, Thy speaking rod we hear. Thou shalt keep our cautioned heart Free from care, from pleasure free: Thou alone our portion art, All our treasure is in Thee. 8 Thee let us still obey, And always watch and pray; Pray against the sore distress, Plagues, that on the world shall fall, Counted, through Thy righteousness, Worthy to escape them all. 9 Worthy esteemed through grace, To stand before Thy face; Called to see our judge appear, Son of Man, with glory crowned; Glad th’archangel’s voice to hear, Shouting at the trumpet sound. 10 O wouldst Thou now descend, And all our sufferings end! Hear the Bride and Spirit pray, Hasten, Lord, the general doom; Bring the great tremendous day, Come away, to judgment come! Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

The Time Is Very Near

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15146 Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 The time is very near When, Lord, Thou wilt be here; The signs whereof Thou’st spoken Thine advent should betoken, We’ve seen them oft fulfilling In number beyond telling. 2 What shall I do then, Lord? But rest upon Thy word, The promise Thou hast given That Thou wilt come from Heaven, Me from the grave deliver And from all woe for ever. 3 Ah! Jesus Christ, how fair Wilt be my portion there! The welcome Thou’lt address me, Thy glances, how they’ll bless me, When I the earth forsaking, My flight to Thee am taking. 4 Ah! what will be the word Thou’lt speak, my Shepherd Lord! What will be then Thy greeting, Me and my brethren meeting? Thy members Thou wilt own us, And near Thyself enthrone us. 5 And in that blessèd hour, How shall I have the pow’r Mine eyelids dry of keeping, How tears of joy from weeping Refrain, that flowing over My cheeks, like floods would cover? 6 And what a beauteous light Will from Thy face so bright Beam on me, then in Heaven, When sight of Thee is given, Thy goodness then me filling, Joy will my breast be swelling. 7 I’ll see then and adore Thy body bruisèd sore, Whereon our faith is founded, The prints of nails that wounded Thy hands and feet be greeting, Thy gaze with rapture meeting. 8 Thou, Lord, alone dost know The joys so pure that flow In life’s unfailing river In paradise for ever, Thou can’st portray, and show them: By faith alone I know them. 9 What I’ve believed stands sure, Remaineth aye secure; My part the wealth surpasseth, The richest here amasseth; All other wealth decayeth, My portion ever stayeth. 10 My God, my fairest part! How will my bounding heart With joy be overflowing, Praise evermore renewing, When through the door of Heaven By Thee is entrance given? 11 Thou’lt say, Come, taste and see, Oh! child, beloved by Me; Come, taste the gifts so precious I and my Father gracious Have to bestow—come hither, In pleasure bask for ever. 12 Alas! thou world so poor! Of wealth, what is thy store? Mean is it to be holden, Compared with all the golden Crowns and thrones Jesus placeth For whom He loves and graceth. 13 Here is the angels’ home, Blest spirits hither come; Here naught is heard but singing, Naught seen but joy up-springing, No cross, no death, no sorrow, No parting on the morrow. 14 Hold! hold! my sense so weak! What dost thou think and speak, What’s fathomless, art sounding? What’s measureless, art bounding? Here must man’s wit be bending The eloquent be ending. 15 Lord! I delight in Thee, Thou ne’er shalt go from me, Thy hand in bounty giveth More than my heart conceiveth, Or I can e’er be counting, So high Thy mercy’s mounting. 16 How sad, O Lord, am I, Until I from on high See Thee in glory hither— Come, Thine own to deliver; Wert Thou but now revealing Thyself! my wish fulfilling! 17 The time is known to Thee; It best becometh me To be prepared for going, And all things so be doing, That every moment even My heart may be in Heaven. 18 This grant, Lord, and me bless. That so Thy truth and grace May keep me ever waking, That Thy day not o’ertaking Me unawares, affright me, But may, O Lord! delight me. Languages: English Tune Title: AUF MEINEN LIEBEN GOTT