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How few receive with cordial faith

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R25a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How few receive with cordial faith the tidings which we bring? How few have seen the arm reveal'd of heav’n’s eternal King? 2 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp bespeaks his presence nigh; no earthly beauty shines in him to draw the carnal eye. 3 Fair as a beauteous tender flow’r amidst the desert grows, so slighted by a rebel race the heav’nly Saviour rose. 4 Rejected and despis'd of men, behold a man of woe! Grief was his close companion still through all his life below. 5 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours, ours were the woes he bore: pangs, not his own, his spotless soul with bitter anguish tore. 6 We held him as condemn'd by Heav’n, an outcast from his God, while for our sins he groan'd, he bled, beneath his Father’s rod. 7 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls from sin’s polluted stain; his stripes es have heal'd us, and his death reviv'd our souls again. 8 We all, like sheep, had gone astray in ruin’s fatal road: on him were our transgressions laid; he bore the mighty load. 9 Wrong'd and oppress'd how meekly he in patient silence stood! Mute, as the peaceful harmless lamb, when brought to shed its blood. 10 Who can his generation tell? from prison see him led! With impious show of law condemn'd, and number'd with the dead. 11 ’Midst sinners low in dust he lay; the rich a grave supply'd: unspotted was his blameless life; unstain'd by sin he dy'd. Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARY

Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R31 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man the Pow’r Supreme adore? With what accepted off’rings come his mercy to implore? 2 Shall clouds of incense to the skies with grateful odour speed? or victims from a thousand hills upon the altar bleed? 3 Does justice nobler blood demand to save the sinner’s life? Shall, trembling, in his offspring’s side the father plunge the knife? 4 No: God rejects the bloody rites which blindfold zeal began; his oracles of truth proclaim the message brought to man. 5 He what is good hath clearly shown, O favoured race! to thee; and what doth God require of those who bend to him the knee? 6 Thy deeds, let sacred justice rule; thy heart, let mercy fill; and, walking humbly with thy God, to him resign thy will. Scripture: Micah 6:6-9 Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 67 (ST MATTHIAS)

How should the sons of Adam's race

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R7 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How should the sons of Adam’s race be pure before their God? If he contends in righteousness, we sink beneath his rod. 2 If he should mark my words and thoughts with strict enquiring eyes, could I for one of thousand faults the least excuse devise? 3 Strong in his arm, his heart is wise; who dares with him contend? Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife, shall prosper in the end? 4 He makes the mountains feel his wrath, and their old seats forsake; the trembling earth deserts her place, and all her pillars shake. 5 He bids the sun forbear to rise; th’ obedient sun forbears: his hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, and seals up all the stars. 6 He walks upon the raging sea; flies on the stormy wind: none can explore his wondrous way, or his dark footsteps find. Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

When the last trumpet's awful voice

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R50a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When the last trumpet’s awful voice this rending earth shall shake, when op’ning graves shall yield their charge, and dust to life awake; 2 those bodies that corrupted fell shall incorrupted rise, and mortal forms shall spring to life immortal in the skies. 3 Behold what heav’nly prophets sung is now at last fulfill'd, that Death should yield his ancient reign, and, vanquish'd, quit the field. 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, and thus begin to sing; O Grave! where is thy triumph now? and where, O Death! thy sting? 5 Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt, ’twas this that arm'd thy dart; the law gave sin its strength and force to pierce the sinner’s heart: 6 but God, whose name be ever bless’d! disarms that foe we dread, and makes us conqu’rors when we die, through Christ our living head. 7 Then stedfast let us still remain, though dangers rise around, and in the work prescrib'd by God yet more and more abound; 8 assured that though we labour now, we labour not in vain, but, through the grace of Heav’n’s great Lord th’ eternal crown shall gain. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:52-58 Languages: English Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

Lo! in the last of days behold

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R62 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lo! in the last of days behold a faithless race arise; their lawless lust their only rule; and thus the scoffer cries; 2 Where is the promise, deem'd so true, that spoke the Saviour near? E’er since our fathers slept in dust, no change has reached our ear. 3 Years roll'd on years successive glide, since first the world began, and on the tide of time still floats, secure, the bark of man. 4 Thus speaks the scoffer; but his words conceal the truth he knows, that form the waters’ dark abyss the earth at first arose. 5 But when the sons of men began with one consent to stray, at Heav’n’s command a deluge swept the godless race away. 6 A diff’rent fate is now prepar'd for Nature’s trembling frame; soon shall her orbs be all enwrapt in one devouring flame. 7 Reserv'd are sinners for the hour when to the gulf below, arm'd with the hand of sov’reign pow’r, the Judge consigns his foe. 8 Though now, ye just! the time appears protracted, dark, unknown, an hour, a day, a thousand years, to heav’n’s great Lord are one. 9 Still all may share his sov’reign grace, in ev’ry change secure; the meek, the suppliant contrite race, shall find his mercy sure. 10 The contrite race he counts his friends forbids the suppliant’s fall; condemns reluctant, but extends the hope of grace to all. 11 Yet as the night-wrapped thief who lurks to seize th’ expected prize, thus steals the hour when Christ shall come, and thunder rend the skies. 12 Then at the loud, the solemn peal, the heav’ns shall burst away; the elements shall melt in flame, at Nature’s final day. Since all this frame of things must end, as Heav’n has so decreed. How wise our inmost thoughts to guard, and watch o’er ev’ry deed; 14 Expecting calm th’ appointed hour, when, Nature’s conflict o’er, A new and better world shall rise, where sin is known no more. Scripture: 2 Peter 3:3-14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST NICHOLAS

O God of Bethel! by whose hand

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R2a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God of Bethel! by whose hand thy people still are fed; who through this weary pilgrimage hast all our fathers led: 2 Our vows, our pray'rs, we now present before thy throne of grace; God of our fathers! be the God of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life our wand'ring footsteps guide; give us each day our daily bread, and raiment fit provide. 4 O spread thy cov'ring wings around till all our wand'rings cease, and at our Father's lov'd abode our souls arrive in peace. Scripture: Genesis 28:20-22 Languages: English Tune Title: ST PAUL (ABERDEEN)

Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R67b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 8 Ho, ye that thirst! to you my grace shall hidden streams disclose, and open full the sacred spring, whence life for ever flows. 9 Bless’d is the man that overcomes; I’ll own him for a son; a rich inheritance rewards the conquests he hath won. 10 But bloody hands and hearts unclean, and all the lying race, the faithless, and the scoffing crew, who spurn at offer'11d grace; 11 They, seiz'd by justice, shall be doom'd in dark abyss to lie, and in the fiery burning lake the second death shall die. 12 O may we stand before the Lamb, when earth and seas are fled, and hear the judge pronounce our name, with blessings on our head! Scripture: Revelation 21:1-9 Languages: English Tune Title: ST PAUL (ABERDEEN)

Though trouble springs not from the dust

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R5 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Though trouble springs not from the dust, nor sorrow from the ground; yet ills on ills, by Heav’n’s decree, in man’s estate are found. 2 As sparks in close succession rise, so man, the child of woe, is doom'd to endless cares and toils through all his life below. 3 But with my God I leave my cause; from him I seek relief; to him, in confidence of pray'r unbosom all my grief. 4 Unnumbered are his wondrous works, unsearchable his ways; ’tis his the mourning soul to cheer, the bowed down to raise. Scripture: Job 5:6-12 Languages: English Tune Title: ST PETER (REINAGLE)

Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolv'd

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R51b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolv'd, in death and ruins lie; but better mansions wait the just, prepar'd above the sky. 2 An house eternal, built by God, shall lodge the holy mind; When once those prison-walls have fall’n by which ‘tis now confined. 3 Hence, burden'd with a weight of clay, we groan beneath the load, waiting the hour which sets us free, and brings us home to God. 4 We know, that when the soul, uncloth'd, shall from this body fly, ’twill animate a purer frame with life that cannot die. 5 Such are the hopes that cheer the just; these hopes their God hath giv’n; his Spirit is the earnest now, and seals their souls for heav’n. 6 We walk by faith of joys to come, faith grounded on his word; but while this body is our home, we mourn an absent Lord. 7 What faith rejoices to believe, we long and pant to see; we would be absent from the flesh, and present, Lord! with thee. 8 But still, or here, or going hence, to this our labours tend, that, in his service spent, our life may in his favour end. 9 For, Lo! before the Son, as judge, th’ assembled world shall stand, to take the punishment or prize from his unerring hand. 10 Impartial retributions then our different lives await; our present actions, good or bad, shall fix our future fate. Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST PETER (REINAGLE)

I'm not asham'd to own my Lord

Hymnal: IPH2004 #R54b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, or to defend his cause, maintain the glory of his cross, and honour all his laws. 2 Jesus, my Lord! I know his name, his name is all my boast; nor will he put my soul to shame, nor let my hope be lost. 3 I know that safe with him remains, protected by his pow'r, what I've committed to his trust, till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own his servant's name before his Father's face, and in the New Jerusalem appoint my soul a place. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:12 Languages: English Tune Title: ST PETER (REINAGLE)