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God Gives His Mercies to Be Spent
Author: William Cowper Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1885 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. God gives His mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good.
Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.
2. The world’s esteem is but a bribe,
To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vainglorious tribe,
Who hate you while they make you known.
3. The joy that vain amusements give,
O! sad conclusion that it brings!
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.
4. ’Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her treacherous smiles:
She leads them, blindfold, by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.
5. God knows the thousands who go down
From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.
6. Oh fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Savior’s charms,
And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
God Gives His Mercies to Be Spent
My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4228 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
2. What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
’Tis my delight Thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
3. I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4. ’Tis to my Savior I would live,
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at His side.
5. His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His dying love, His saving power. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right
O Lord, How Many Are My Foes
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5087 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defense and hope is God.
2. Tired with the burdens of the day,
To Thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard’st when I began to pray,
And Thine almighty help was nigh.
3. Supported by Thine heav’nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
4. But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make His praise my morning song. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
O Lord, How Many Are My Foes
Praise Waits in Zion
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5646 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for Thee Lyrics: 1. Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for Thee,
And unto Thee shall vows be paid;
O Thou that hearest those who cry,
To Thee by all shall prayer be made.
2. Against us sin has battled hard,
For help we look to Thee and pray;
Thou our transgressions wilt forgive,
Yea, Thou wilt take them all away.
3. How blest are they whom Thou dost choose
To come and in Thy courts abide;
Communing in Thy holy house,
With good we shall be satisfied.
4. By mighty deeds in righteousness
Prayer’s answer surely comes from Thee,
O God our Savior, God the trust
Of all Thy saints on land or sea.
5. Thy power has set the mountains firm,
O God almighty, girt with strength;
At Thy command the waves are still,
The nations cease from war at length.
6. The tokens of Thy mighty power,
Lead men in every clime to fear;
From east to west through all the earth
Thou sendest gladness far and near. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
Praise Waits in Zion
Together, Lord, We Come to Thee
Author: Edwin Gilbert, 1848-1926 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6816 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Together, Lord, we come to Thee,
And in Thy presence bow the head;
A band of hard-pressed folk are we,
Who find life’s pathway rough to tread.
2. We bring our week of life to Thee,
All soiled, and worn, and marred with sin;
Thine eyes of holy love can see
Each tempted life without, within.
3. We bring our bitterness of heart,
Our hate and want of charity;
We fain would choose the better part,
And learn to love, dear Lord, like Thee.
4. We bring our care for daily bread,
The fear that turns the heart to stone;
We cry to Thee; lift up our head
And show us we are not alone.
5. We bring the faith that over all
Though faint and feeble, flickers still;
Increase it, Lord, that at Thy call
We may our daily task fulfill.
6. Lord, make us pure; enrich our life
With heavenly love for evermore;
Give us Thy strength to face the strife,
And serve Thee better than before. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
Together, Lord, We Come to Thee
Upon the Gospel's Sacred Page
Author: John Bowring, 1792-1872 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7043 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Upon the Gospel’s sacred page
The gathered beams of ages shine;
And, as it hastens, every age
But makes its brightness more divine.
2. On mightier wing, in loftier flight,
From year to year does knowledge soar;
And, as it soars, the Gospel light
Becomes effulgent more and more.
3. More glorious still, as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
Expanding with the expanding soul,
Its radiance shall o’er flow the world.
4. Flow to restore, but not destroy,
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps the lingering mists away. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
Upon the Gospel's Sacred Page
On Thee, Great Ruler Of The Skies
Author: James Merrick, 1720-1769 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8178 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 On Thee, great Ruler of the skies,
On Thee our steadfast hope relies;
When hostile powers against us join,
What aid so present, Lord, as Thine?
2 By Thee secured, no fears we own,
Though earth, convulsed, beneath us groan,
Though tempests o’er her surface sweep,
And whirl her hills into the deep—
3 Though, armed with rage, before our eyes
That deep in all its horrors rise,
While, as the tumult spreads around
The mountains tremble at the sound.
4 Behold fair Sion’s blest retreat,
Where God has fixed His awful seat;
Whose walls to Heaven’s almighty Lord
His chosen residence afford.
5 No tempests here licentious stray,
But soft along their level way
The sacred streams their course maintain,
And crown with health their happy plain.
6 God, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Bids storms around her harmless fly;
His early care each foe withstands,
And backward turns the yielding bands. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
On Thee, Great Ruler Of The Skies
When God, Provoked With Daring Crimes
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13062 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When God, provoked with daring crimes,
Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns their fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.
2 His word can raise the springs again,
And make the withered mountains green;
Send showery blessings from the skies,
And harvests in the desert rise.
3 Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids th’oppressed and poor repair,
And builds them towns and cities there.
4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin,
He lets the heathen nations in,
A savage crew invades their lands,
Their princes die by barbarous hands.
6 Their captive sons, exposed to scorn,
Wander unpitied and forlorn:
The country lies unfenced, untilled,
And desolation spreads the field.
7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,
Again His dreadful hand He turns;
Again He makes their cities thrive,
And bids the dying churches live.
8 The righteous with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of Providence;
And tongues of atheists shall no more
Blaspheme the God that saints adore.
9 How few with pious care record
These wondrous dealings of the Lord!
But wise observers still shall find
The Lord is holy, just and kind. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBURN HILL
When God, Provoked With Daring Crimes
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