He knew how wicked man had been,And knew that God must punish sin;So, out of pity, Jesus said,He’d bear the punishment instead.
He knew how wicked man had been,
And knew that God must punish sin;
So, out of pity, Jesus said,
He’d bear the punishment instead.
Mortals, awake! with angels join,And chant the solemn lay;Joy, love, and gratitude combineTo hail th’ auspicious day.
Mortals, awake! with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail th’ auspicious day.
In heaven the rapturous song began,And sweet seraphic fireThrough all the shining legions ran,And strung and tuned the lyre.
In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.
Swift through the vast expanse it flew,And loud the echo rolled;The theme, the song, the joy was new—’Twas more than heaven could hold!
Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy was new—
’Twas more than heaven could hold!
Down through the portals of the skyThe impetuous torrent ran;And angels flew with eager joyTo bear the news to man.
Down through the portals of the sky
The impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.
Wrapt in the silence of the nightLay all the eastern world,When bursting glorious heavenly lightThe wondrous scene unfurled.
Wrapt in the silence of the night
Lay all the eastern world,
When bursting glorious heavenly light
The wondrous scene unfurled.
Hark! the cherubic armies shout,And glory leads the song!Good-will and peace are heard throughoutThe harmonious heavenly throng.
Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song!
Good-will and peace are heard throughout
The harmonious heavenly throng.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,Look upon a little child:Pity my simplicity,Teach me, Lord, to come to Thee.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child:
Pity my simplicity,
Teach me, Lord, to come to Thee.
Fain I would to Thee be brought,Lamb of God, forbid it not!In the kingdom of Thy grace,Give a little child a place.
Fain I would to Thee be brought,
Lamb of God, forbid it not!
In the kingdom of Thy grace,
Give a little child a place.
Lord, how delightful ’tis to seeA whole assembly worship Thee!At once they sing, at once they pray;They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
Lord, how delightful ’tis to see
A whole assembly worship Thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go;’Tis like a little heaven below:Not all my pleasures, nor my play,Shall tempt me to forget this day.
I have been there, and still would go;
’Tis like a little heaven below:
Not all my pleasures, nor my play,
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
O write upon my memory, Lord,The texts and doctrines of thy Word,That I may break thy laws no more,But love thee better than before.
O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of thy Word,
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.
With thoughts of Christ and things divine,Fill up this foolish heart of mine;That, hoping pardon through his blood,I may lie down and wake with God.
With thoughts of Christ and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That, hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.
There is a happy land,Far, far away!Where saints in glory stand,Bright, bright as day.O how they sweetly sing,Worthy is our Saviour King!Loud let his praises ring,—Praise, praise for aye!
There is a happy land,
Far, far away!
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King!
Loud let his praises ring,—
Praise, praise for aye!
Come to this happy land,Come, come away;Why will ye doubting stand,Why still delay?Oh! we shall happy be,When from sin and sorrow free;Lord, we shall live with thee,Blest, blest for aye!
Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand,
Why still delay?
Oh! we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free;
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest, blest for aye!
Lovelier far than Sharon’s Rose,Music no such sweetness knows;E’en the Lily’s modest whiteCeases to afford delight;When my Lord and Saviour’s here,All but vanity appear!
Lovelier far than Sharon’s Rose,
Music no such sweetness knows;
E’en the Lily’s modest white
Ceases to afford delight;
When my Lord and Saviour’s here,
All but vanity appear!
Ophir’s gold, how poor and dim!What are pearls compared with him?Pleasure is a specious name,Diadems no glory claim!Give me but a sight of him,All beside’s a baseless dream.
Ophir’s gold, how poor and dim!
What are pearls compared with him?
Pleasure is a specious name,
Diadems no glory claim!
Give me but a sight of him,
All beside’s a baseless dream.
Blessed Jesus! let my tongueEvermore thy love prolong;Can I cease to think of Thee,Life’s immortal, fragrant tree?Rather let the crimson tideInstant from its channels glide!
Blessed Jesus! let my tongue
Evermore thy love prolong;
Can I cease to think of Thee,
Life’s immortal, fragrant tree?
Rather let the crimson tide
Instant from its channels glide!
No! my heart to Thee is given,All my bliss is fixed in heaven:All my wish to feel thy grace,Taste thy love and see thy grace,Where each ardent spirit vies,Thee to praise in highest skies.
No! my heart to Thee is given,
All my bliss is fixed in heaven:
All my wish to feel thy grace,
Taste thy love and see thy grace,
Where each ardent spirit vies,
Thee to praise in highest skies.
Our souls shall magnify the Lord;In God the Saviour we rejoice:While we repeat the Virgin’s song,May the same spirit tune our voice.
Our souls shall magnify the Lord;
In God the Saviour we rejoice:
While we repeat the Virgin’s song,
May the same spirit tune our voice.
To those who fear and trust the Lord,His mercy stands for ever sure:From age to age the promise lives,And the performance is secure.
To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age the promise lives,
And the performance is secure.
But now no more shall Israel wait,No more the Gentiles lie forlorn:Lo! the Desire of Nations comes;Behold, the promised seed is born!
But now no more shall Israel wait,
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn:
Lo! the Desire of Nations comes;
Behold, the promised seed is born!
Great God! what do I see and hear?The end of things created!The Judge of mankind doth appear,On clouds of glory seated.The trumpet sounds; the graves restoreThe dead which they contained before;Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
Great God! what do I see and hear?
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated.
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contained before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,At the last trumpet’s sounding,Caught up to meet Him in the skies,With joy their Lord surrounding!No gloomy fears their souls dismay;His presence sheds eternal dayOn those prepared to meet Him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet’s sounding,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding!
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
Great God! what do I see and hear?The end of things created!The Judge of mankind doth appear,On clouds of glory seated.Beneath His cross I view the dayWhen heaven and earth shall melt away,And thus prepare to meet Him.
Great God! what do I see and hear?
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated.
Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall melt away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.
O for a glance of heavenly love,Our hearts and songs to raise;Sweetly to bear our souls above,And mingle with their lays.
O for a glance of heavenly love,
Our hearts and songs to raise;
Sweetly to bear our souls above,
And mingle with their lays.
With joy the chorus we’ll repeat,—“Glory to God on high!Good-will and peace are now complete,—Jesus was born to die.”
With joy the chorus we’ll repeat,—
“Glory to God on high!
Good-will and peace are now complete,—
Jesus was born to die.”
Hail, Prince of Peace, for ever hail!Redeemer, Brother, Friend;Though earth and time, and life, should fail,Thy praise shall never end.
Hail, Prince of Peace, for ever hail!
Redeemer, Brother, Friend;
Though earth and time, and life, should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.
How shall I meet my Saviour?How shall I welcome Thee?What manner of behaviourIs now required of me?Let thine illuminationGuide heart and hand aright,That this my preparationBe pleasing in thy sight.
How shall I meet my Saviour?
How shall I welcome Thee?
What manner of behaviour
Is now required of me?
Let thine illumination
Guide heart and hand aright,
That this my preparation
Be pleasing in thy sight.
While with her sweetest flowersThy Zion strews the way,I’ll raise with all my powersTo Thee a grateful lay:To Thee, the King of Glory,I’ll raise a song divine;And make thy love’s bright storyIn graceful numbers shine.
While with her sweetest flowers
Thy Zion strews the way,
I’ll raise with all my powers
To Thee a grateful lay:
To Thee, the King of Glory,
I’ll raise a song divine;
And make thy love’s bright story
In graceful numbers shine.
I lay in fetters groaning,Thou cam’st to set me free;My shame I was bemoaning,With grace thou clothedst me;Thou raisedst me to glory,Endowed me with thy bliss,Which is not transitory,As worldly pleasure is.
I lay in fetters groaning,
Thou cam’st to set me free;
My shame I was bemoaning,
With grace thou clothedst me;
Thou raisedst me to glory,
Endowed me with thy bliss,
Which is not transitory,
As worldly pleasure is.
This caused thy incarnation,This brought thee down to me:Thy thirst for my salvationContrived my liberty!May I still enjoy this feeling,In all need to Jesus go!Prove his wounds each day more healing,And himself more fully know.
This caused thy incarnation,
This brought thee down to me:
Thy thirst for my salvation
Contrived my liberty!
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go!
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more fully know.
Before Jehovah’s awful throne,Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;Know that the Lord is God alone:He can create and He destroy.
Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create and He destroy.
His sovereign power, without our aid,Made us of clay, and formed us men;And when like wand’ring sheep we strayed,He brought us to his fold again.
His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wand’ring sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,High as the heavens our voices raise;And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is thy command,Vast as eternity thy love;Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,When rolling years shall cease to move.
Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
If Jesus Christ was sentTo save us from our sin,And kindly teach us to repent,We should at once begin.
If Jesus Christ was sent
To save us from our sin,
And kindly teach us to repent,
We should at once begin.
’Tis not enough to say,We’re sorry, and repent,Yet still go on from day to day,Just as we always went.
’Tis not enough to say,
We’re sorry, and repent,
Yet still go on from day to day,
Just as we always went.
Repentance is to leaveThe sins we loved before;And show that we in earnest grieve,By doing so no more.
Repentance is to leave
The sins we loved before;
And show that we in earnest grieve,
By doing so no more.
Lord, make us thus sincere,To watch as well as pray;However small, however dear,Take all our sins away.
Lord, make us thus sincere,
To watch as well as pray;
However small, however dear,
Take all our sins away.
O come, let us sing to the God of salvation!To Jesus our King who hath brought consolation,Who in His own body hath opened a fountainTo cleanse our transgressions, tho’ high as a mountain!
O come, let us sing to the God of salvation!
To Jesus our King who hath brought consolation,
Who in His own body hath opened a fountain
To cleanse our transgressions, tho’ high as a mountain!
Hallelujah to the Lamb who hath bought us a pardon;We’ll praise Him again when we’ve passed over Jordan!
Hallelujah to the Lamb who hath bought us a pardon;
We’ll praise Him again when we’ve passed over Jordan!
Though we are deprav’d, though with sin we are burdened,Our souls may be saved, and our sins may be pardoned;For Jesus, our Saviour, hath promised to bless us,And free us for ever from those that oppress us.Hallelujah, &c.
Though we are deprav’d, though with sin we are burdened,
Our souls may be saved, and our sins may be pardoned;
For Jesus, our Saviour, hath promised to bless us,
And free us for ever from those that oppress us.
Hallelujah, &c.
The hour may be nigh when our bosoms, faint heaving,Shall breathe their last sigh in the peace of believing;And Thou from our pillow all darkness dispelling,Wilt calm the rude billow of Jordan’s proud swelling.Hallelujah, &c.
The hour may be nigh when our bosoms, faint heaving,
Shall breathe their last sigh in the peace of believing;
And Thou from our pillow all darkness dispelling,
Wilt calm the rude billow of Jordan’s proud swelling.
Hallelujah, &c.
How kind is the Saviour, how great is his love!To bless little children, he came from above;He left holy angels, and their bright abode,To dwell here with children, and teach them the road.
How kind is the Saviour, how great is his love!
To bless little children, he came from above;
He left holy angels, and their bright abode,
To dwell here with children, and teach them the road.
He wept in the garden, and died on the tree,To open a fountain for sinners like me:His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows,And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.
He wept in the garden, and died on the tree,
To open a fountain for sinners like me:
His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows,
And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.
He went back to glory; but left us His Word,Which oft from our teachers and pastors we’ve heard;He sends forth His Spirit our hearts to inflame,With joy to His service, and love to His name.
He went back to glory; but left us His Word,
Which oft from our teachers and pastors we’ve heard;
He sends forth His Spirit our hearts to inflame,
With joy to His service, and love to His name.
O help us, blest Jesus, more sweetly to praise,And walk in Thy footsteps the rest of our days;Then raise us, dear Saviour, to taste of Thy love,And praise Thee for ever with angels above!
O help us, blest Jesus, more sweetly to praise,
And walk in Thy footsteps the rest of our days;
Then raise us, dear Saviour, to taste of Thy love,
And praise Thee for ever with angels above!
I sing the almighty power of God,That made the mountains rise;That spread the flowing seas abroad,And built the lofty skies.
I sing the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordainedThe sun to rule the day;The moon shines full at his command,And all the stars obey.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,That filled the earth with food;He formed the creatures with His Word,And then pronounced them good.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord! how thy wonders are displayedWhere’er I turn mine eye!If I survey the ground I tread,Or gaze upon the sky.
Lord! how thy wonders are displayed
Where’er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.
There’s not a plant or flower belowBut makes thy glories known;And clouds arise, and tempests blow,By order from Thy throne.
There’s not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.
Creatures, as numerous as they be,Are subject to Thy care;There’s not a place where we can fleeBut God is present there.
Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;
There’s not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.
In heaven He shines with beams of love,With wrath in hell beneath;’Tis on His earth I stand or move,And ’tis His air I breathe.
In heaven He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath;
’Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And ’tis His air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard;He keeps me with His eye:Why should I then forget the Lord,Who is for ever nigh?
His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?
Hail, Bethlehem! favour’d city, hail!And hail thou star, with lustre mild,Whose light, unerring, points the wayOf sages, to the holy Child!
Hail, Bethlehem! favour’d city, hail!
And hail thou star, with lustre mild,
Whose light, unerring, points the way
Of sages, to the holy Child!
Yes, ye were wise—and heaven-taught knewThe language of that mystic ray,Which led you far from Persia’s plains,From twilight dim, to noontide day.
Yes, ye were wise—and heaven-taught knew
The language of that mystic ray,
Which led you far from Persia’s plains,
From twilight dim, to noontide day.
True to the light that star aroseOn you, though far from Salem’s towers;That star to Bethlehem leads you whereThe righteous Sun his radiance pours.
True to the light that star arose
On you, though far from Salem’s towers;
That star to Bethlehem leads you where
The righteous Sun his radiance pours.
And thus may we our way pursue,Improve our rising dawn of grace,Which, followed, will to Jesus lead,Jesus, our “Sun of Righteousness.”
And thus may we our way pursue,
Improve our rising dawn of grace,
Which, followed, will to Jesus lead,
Jesus, our “Sun of Righteousness.”
Once thou didst on earth appearFor all mankind to atone;Now be manifested here,And bid our sins begone.
Once thou didst on earth appear
For all mankind to atone;
Now be manifested here,
And bid our sins begone.
Come, and by thy presence chaseIts nature with its guilt and power;Jesus, shew thy open face,And sin shall be no more.
Come, and by thy presence chase
Its nature with its guilt and power;
Jesus, shew thy open face,
And sin shall be no more.
Thou, who didst so greatly stoopTo a poor virgin’s womb,Here thy mean abode take up,To me, my Saviour, come.
Thou, who didst so greatly stoop
To a poor virgin’s womb,
Here thy mean abode take up,
To me, my Saviour, come.
Come, and Satan’s works destroy,And let me all thy Godhead prove;Fill’d with peace and heavenly joy,And pure, eternal love!
Come, and Satan’s works destroy,
And let me all thy Godhead prove;
Fill’d with peace and heavenly joy,
And pure, eternal love!
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