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The Lord into his vineyard comes

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S110 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Lord into his vineyard comes, Our various fruit to see; His eye, more piercing than the light, Examines ev'ry tree. 2 Tremble ye sinners, at his frown, If barren still ye stand; And fear that keenly-wounding axe, Which arms his awful hand. 3 Lord, we adore thy sparing love, Thy long-expecting grace: Else had we low in ruin fall'n, And known no more our place. 4 Succeeding years thy patience waits; Nor let it wait in vain: But form in us abundant fruit, And still this fruit maintain. Languages: English
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The Lord into his garden came

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S111 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 The Lord into his garden came The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and thrive, Refreshing show'rs of grace divine, From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine, And make the dead revive. 2 O that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become. The desert blossom as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3 The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun; My soul a witness is, I taste and see the pardon free, For all mankind, as well as me, Who comes to Christ may live. 4 The worst of sinners here may find A Saviour pitiful and kind: Who will them all receive. None are too late who will repent; Out of one sinner legion's went, The Lord did him relieve. 5 Come brethren, you that love the Lord, And taste the sweetness of his word; In Jesu's way go on, Our troubles and our trials here, Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. 6 I feel that heav'n is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne; From Jesu's throne on high It comes like floods, we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again; And yet we still are dry. 7 But when we come to reign above, And all surround a throne of love, We'll drink a full supply. Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow, That never will run dry. 8 'Tis there we'll reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring; When all the saints get home. Come on, come on! my brethren dear, Soon we shall meet together there: For Jesus bids us come. 9 Amen! amen! my soul replies, I'm bound to meet you in the skies, And claim my mansions sure. Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, To meet you in the heav'nly land, Where we shall part no more. Languages: English
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The Lord of earth and sky

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S112 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise! Who reigns enthron'd on high, Ancient of endless days, Who lengthens out our trials here, And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees, We cumber'd long the ground, No fruit of holiness On our dead souls was found; Yet did he us in mercy spare, Another, and another year. 3 When justice bar'd the sword, To cut the fig-tree down, The pity of our Lord Cry'd--"Let it still alone:' The Father mild inclin'd his ear, And spar'd us yet another year. 4 Jesus, thy speaking blood From God obtain'd the grace, Who therefore hath bestow'd On us a longer space: Thou didst in our behalf appear, And lo! we see another year. 5 Then dig about our root, Break up our fallow ground, And let our gracious fruit To thy great praise bound; O let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear. Languages: English
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The Lord of glory is my light

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S113 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English
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The mighty God will not despise

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S114 (1825) Lyrics: 1 The mighty God will not despise The contrite heart for sacrifice; The deep fetch'd sigh, the secret groan Rises accepted to the throne. 2 He meets, with tokens of his grace, The trembling lip, the blushing face; His bowels yearn, when sinners pray, And mercy bears their sins away. 3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with shame, He, pitying, heals their broken frame; He hears their sad complaints, and spies His image in their weeping eyes. 4 Thus, what a rapturous joy possest The tender parents throbbing breast, To see his spendthrift son return, And hear him his past follies mourn! Scripture: Luke 15:32 Languages: English
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This is the field; the world below

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S119 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 This is the field; the world below, In which the sower, came to sow, Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, Fro so the word of truth declares; And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. 2 Most awful truth; and is it so, Must all the world the harvest know; Is every man the wheat or tare; Then for the harvest O prepare: For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. 3 To love my sins, a saint to appear, To grow the wheat, and be a tare; will serve me while on earth below, Where tares and wheat together grow; But soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. 4 But all that truly righteous be, Their Father's kingdom soon shall see; Shine like the sun forever there, He that hath ears, O let him hear: And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home. Languages: English
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The praying spirit breathe

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S115 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The praying spirit breathe, The watching pow'r impart; From all entanglements beneath, Call off my peaceful heart. 2 My feeble mind sustain, By worldly thoughts opprest; Appear, and bid me turn again, To my eternal rest. 3 Swift to my rescue come, Thine own this moment seize; Gather my wand'ring spirit home, And keep in perfect peace. 4 Suffer'd no more to rove, O'er all the earth abroad; Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, And shut me up in God. Languages: English
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There is a fountain fill'd with blood

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S116 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; O may I there, tho' vile as he, Wash all my sins away! 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power 'Till all the ransom'd Church of God Be sav'd to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be 'till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save. Languages: English
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There is a land of pure delight

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S117 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English
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This God is the God we adore

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S118 (1825) Languages: English

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