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Come on, my partners in distress

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Wesleyan Methodist Hymnal #294 (1910) Languages: English Tune Title: HEDDING
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Lo! on a narrow neck of land

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Wesleyan Methodist Hymnal #571 (1910) Languages: English Tune Title: HEDDING
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The momentous question

Hymnal: New Hymn and Tune Book #309b (1889) First Line: And am I only born to die? Topics: Death and Resurrection Scripture: Hebrews 9:27 Languages: English Tune Title: HEDDING
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Merciful God, To Thee We Cry

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11450 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Merciful God, to Thee we cry, O think upon us, or we die The ever-living death! Lo! by a mighty tempest tossed, Our ship without Thine aid is lost, Lost in the gulf beneath. 2 The mariners are struck with fear, And shudder at destruction near, So high the billows swell; Ready to o’erwhelm our shattered state, Thy judgments fall with all their weight, To crush us into hell. 3 Ah! wherefore is this evil come? Show us, omniscient God, for whom Thy plagues our Church befall: Give, while we ask, a righteous lot, And let the guilty soul be caught, Who brings Thy curse on all. 4 With trembling awe we humbly pray, Now, now the secret cause display Of our calamity, Whose sins have brought Thy judgments down! Alas, my God, the cause I own, The lot is fallen on me! 5 I am the man, the Jonas I, For me the working waves run high, For me the curse takes place; I have increased the nation’s load, I have called down the wrath of God On all our helpless race. 6 With guilty unbelieving dread Long have I from His presence fled, And shunned the sight of Heaven; In vain the pardoning God pursued, I would not be by grace subdued, I would not be forgiven. 7 I know the tempest roars for me, Till I am cast into the sea, Its rage can never cease: Here then I to my doom submit, Do with me as Thy will sees fit, But give Thy people peace. 8 Save, Jesu, save the sinking ship, And lo! I plunge into the deep Of all Thy judgments here; I fall beneath Thy threatenings, Lord, But let my soul, at last restored, Before Thy face appear. 9 Beneath Thine anger’s present weight I sink, and only deprecate Thy sorer wrath to come: Give me at last in Thee a part, And now, in mercy, now avert The guilty nation’s doom. 10 O bid the angry waves subside, Into a calm the tempest chide By Thy supreme command: Thou in our broken ship remain, Till every soul the harbor gain, And reach the heavenly land. Languages: English Tune Title: ADVENT

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