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See how the wicked kingdom

Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: 1. See how the wicked kingdom Is falling every day, And still our blessed Jesus Is winning souls away; But O how I am tempted, No mortal tongue can tell, So often I'm surrounded With enemies from hell. 2. With weeping and with praying, My Jesus I have found, To crucify old nature, And make his grace abound. Dear children, don't be weary, But march on in the way; For Jesus will stand by you, And be your guard and stay. 3. If sinners will serve Satan, And join with one accord, Dear brethren, as for my part, I'm bound to serve the Lord; And if you will go with me, Pray give to me your hand, And we'll march on together, Unto the promised land. 4. Through troubles and distresses, We'll make our way to God; Though earth and hell oppose us, We'll keep the heavenly road. Our Jesus went before us, And many sorrows bore, And we who follow after, Can never meet with more. 5. Thou dear to me, my brethren, Each one of you I find. My duty now compels me To leave you all behind; But while the parting grieves us, I humbly ask your prayers, To bear me up in trouble, And conquer all my fears. 6. And now, my loving brothers, I bid you all farewell! With you my loving sisters, I can no longer dwell. Farewell to every mourner! I hope the Lord you'll find, To ease you of your burden, And give you peace of mind. 7. Farewell, poor careless sinners! I love you dearly well; I've labored much to bring you With Jesus Christ to dwell, I now am bound to leave you— O tell me, will you go? But if you won't decide it, I'll bid you all adieu! 8. We'll bid farewell to sorrow, To sickness, care, and pain, And mount aloft with Jesus For evermore to reign; We'll join to sing his praises Above the ethereal blue, And then, poor careless sinners What will become of you? Used With Tune: ESSAY Text Sources: Baptist Harmony, 455

To the Countenance of the Lord Jesus

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 12 hymnals First Line: Oh! bleeding head, and wounded Lyrics: Oh! bleeding head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! Oh Head! before adornèd With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scornèd, All hail I bid to Thee! They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy colour faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly. Now from Thy cheeks is vanish’d Their colour once so fair; From Thy red lips is banish’d The splendour that was there. Death’s might hath all things taken, Hath robb’d Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earn’d it—for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Saviour! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give. Thy mouth hath often given Me milk and sweetest food. And many a taste of Heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow’d. Oh! do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguish’d heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death’s last fatal grasp Thy head, e’en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. Nought ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsaf’d me on Thy cross My soul up to deliver, How blessèd were my loss! Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer, My good didst Thou intend. 62 Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. When hence I must betake me, And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet. When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. Be Thou my consolation When death o’ertaketh me; May Thy death-tribulation Before mine eyes then be! I’ll on Thee, fondly gazing, Fix my believing eyes, While firmly Thee embracing,— He dies well who so dies.

Commit Thy Way Unto The Lord, Trust Also in Him, And He Shall Bring it to Pass

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: Commit whatever grieves thee Lyrics: Commit whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays. Who freest courses maketh For clouds, and air, and wind, And care who ever taketh A path for thee to find. The Lord thou must repose on If thou wouldst prosper sure, His work must ever gaze on If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not mov’d to giving; By pray’r must thou obtain. Thy grace that ever floweth, O Father! what is good, Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good, doth into being, O mighty Prince, arise! For means it fails Thee never, Thou always find’st a way, Thy doing’s blessing ever, Thy path like brightest day. Thy work can no one hinder, Thy labour cannot rest, If Thou design’st Thy tender Children should be bless’d. Though all the powers of evil Should rise up to resist, Without a doubt or cavil God never will desist; His undertakings ever At length He carries through; What He designs He never Can fail at all to do. Hope on, thou heart, grief-riven, Hope, and courageous be, Where anguish thee hath driven, Thou shalt deliv’rance see. God, from thy pit of sadness Shall raise thee graciously; Wait, and the sun of gladness Thine eyes shall early see. Up! up! to pain and anguish A long good night now say; Drive all that makes thee languish In grief and woe away. Thine ’tis not to endeavour The ruler’s part to play, God sits as ruler ever, Guides all things well each day. Let Him alone—and tarry He is a Prince all wise, He shall Himself so carry, ’Twill strange seem in thine eyes, When He as Him beseemeth, In wonderful decree, Shall as Himself good deemeth, O’errule what grieveth thee. He may awhile still staying His comforts keep from thee, And on His part delaying, Seem to have utterly Forgotten and forsaken And put thee out of mind, Though thou’rt by grief o’ertaken, No time for thee to find. But if thou never shrinkest, And true dost still remain, He’ll come when least thou thinkest, And set thee free again, Thee from the load deliver, That burdeneth thy heart, That thou hast carried never For any evil part. Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway, Who honour’s crown obtainest, That never fades away. God in thy hand will give thee, One day, the glorious palm; Who ne’er in grief did leave thee, To Him thou’lt sing thy psalm. O Lord no longer lengthen Our time of misery, Our hands and feet now strengthen, And until death may we By Thee be watched and car’d for, In faithfulness and love, So come we where prepar’d for Us is our bless’d abode.

Heavenly Adoration.

Author: Joseph Morris Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Angelic throngs unnumbered Lyrics: Angelic throngs unnumbered, As dawn’s bright drops of dew, Present their crowns before HIM With praises ever new: But saints and angels blending Their songs above the sun, Can ne’er express the glories Of God with man made one.