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The man is ever blest
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #376 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Blessedness of the Righteous Lyrics: 1 The man is ever blest
Who shuns the sinners' ways;
Among their counsels never stands,
Nor takes the scorners' place.
2 But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.
3 He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf, His name shall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.
4 Not so th' ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.
5 How shall they bear to stand
Before the judgment-seat
Where all the saints at Christ's right hand
In full assembly meet?
6 He knows and He approves
The way the righteous go:
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overflow. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English
The man is ever blest
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #316 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love Divine
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control:
His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, O Lord,
Who stays himself on Thee;
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see. Languages: English
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Blest is the man, for ever blest
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #306 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Justified Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, for ever blest,
Whose guilt is pardoned by his God,
Whose sins with sorrow are confessed,
And covered with his Saviour's blood.
2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities;
He pleads no merit of reward
And not on works, but grace, relies.
3 From guile his heart and lips are free;
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith sincere.
4 How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his sins!
While bright the evidence of grace
Through his whole life appears and shines. Languages: English
Blest is the man, for ever blest
Happy the man whose wishes climb
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #380 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Blessedness of the Righteous Lyrics: 1 Happy the man whose wishes climb
To mansions in the skies!
He looks on all the joys of time
With undesiring eyes.
2 In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms,
And throws her silken chain;
And wealth and fame invite His arms,
And tempt His ear in vain.
3 He knows that all these glitt'ring things
Must yield to sure decay;
And sees on time's extended wings
How swift they flee away!
4 To things unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light
Directs His view; His prospects rise
All permanent and bright.
5 His hopes are fixed on joys to come:
Those blissful scenes on high
Shall flourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die. Languages: English
Happy the man whose wishes climb
Not Ashamed of Christ
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #339 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace First Line: Jesus, and shall it ever be Lyrics: 1 Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee--
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star;
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! oh, as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride;
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And, oh may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me. Languages: English
Not Ashamed of Christ
Soldiers of Christ, arise
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #345 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Soldiers of Christ, arise,
And gird your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of hosts
And in His mighty power,
The man who in the Saviour trusts
Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued.
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God,--
4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
5 From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down.
And win the well-fought day.
6 Still let the Spirit cry,
In all His soldiers, "Come,"
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home. Languages: English
Soldiers of Christ, arise
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #370 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
2 This happiness in part is mine;
Already saved from self design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good--
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 Though I no foot of land possess,
Nor cottage in this wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man:
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.
4 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight--
A city in the skies.
5 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!
9. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet Thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest;
Now let the pilgrim’s journey end,
Now, O my Savior, brother, friend.
Receive me to Thy breast! Languages: English
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Am I a soldier of the cross
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #338 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Submission to the Will of God Lyrics: 1 Am I a soldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure, I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With faith's discerning eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine. Languages: English
Am I a soldier of the cross
Awake, our souls, away, our fears
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #344 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, ’tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young,
And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From Thee, the ever-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road. Languages: English
Awake, our souls, away, our fears
"We've no abiding city here:"
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #368 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 "We've no abiding city here:"
This may distress the worldly mind;
But should not cost a saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.
2 "We've no abiding city here:"
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."
3 "We've no abiding city here:"
Then let us live as pilgrims do:
Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below.
4 "We've no abiding city here,"
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's name,--the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
5 Oh sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd flee to Thee, and be at rest.
6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here to do His will be mine;
And His to fix my time of rest. Languages: English
"We've no abiding city here:"
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