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Am I a Soldier of the Cross

Appears in 1,978 hymnals 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 flow'ry beds of ease, When others fought to win the prize And sail'd thro' 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 tho' they die: They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine, In robes of vic'try thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine.

As near to Calvary I pass'd

Appears in 47 hymnals Lyrics: 1 As near to Calvary I pass'd, Methought I saw an extended cross, Where a poor victim hangs; His flesh with rugged iron tore, His limbs all stain'd with purple gore, Gasping in dying pangs. 2 Wond'ring the spectacle to see, Who can this bleeding victim be, In such exquisite pain? Why thus consign'd to woes, I cry'd? ’Tis I, the bleeding Lamb reply'd, To save a world from sin. 3 How can it be? my soul replies, Jesus for mortal rebels dies, What!Jesus die for me? Yes, saith th'expiring Son of God, I give my life, I spill my blood, For thee, poor soul for thee. 4 Lord, if thy life thou’st freely given To bring my wretched soul to heaven, And bless me with thy charms; Then at thy feet, O God, I fall, I give my life, my soul, my all; O take me in thy arms. 5 All other lover's I'll adieu, My dying lover I'll pursue, And bless the slaughter'd Lamb: My life, my breath, my strength, my days, I will devote to spread thy praise, And celebrate thy name. 6 And when my days on earth shall cease, I'll leave these mortal climes in peace, And stretch to realms above, I'll join in praise immortal strains, There where my heavenly lover reigns, And feast upon his love.

See! how the nations rage together

Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 See! how the nations rage together, Seeking of each others blood; See how the scriptures are fulfilling! Sinners awake and turn to God. 2 We see the fig-tree budding; You that in open ruin lie, Behold the leaves almost appearing, Awak! behold your end is nigh. 3 We read of wars, and great commotions, To come before that dreadful day; Sinners quit your sinful courses, And trifle not your time away. 4 Consider now the desolation, And the shortness of your time; Since there's none but a dark ocean, For all that don't repent in time, 5 Ye ministers that wait on preaching, Teachers and exhorters too, Don't you see your harvest wasting, Arise, there is no rest for you, 6 O think upon that strict commandment, God has on his teachers laid: The sinner's blood that dips unwarned, Shall fall upon the teacher's head. 7 Arise dear brethren, let's be doing, See the nations in distress; The Lord of hosts forbid their ruin, Before their day of grace is past. 8 To see the land lie in confusion, Looks dreadful in our mortal eye; But O dear sinners, that is nothing, To when the day of doom draws nigh. 9 To see the Lord in clouds descending, Saints and angels guard him round; The saints from earth will rise to meet him, But sinners speechless at his frown. 10 To see the mountains a burning, Mountains and hills must forward fly, The moon in blood, the stars a falling, And comets blazing thro' the sky. 11 O sinners! that's not all that's dreadful, Before your Judge you must appear; To answer for your past transactions, How you ran your courses here. 12 The book of conscience will be open'd And your character read therein; The sentence is, depart ye cursed, And every saint will cry, Amen. 13 O Lord, forbid that this our nation, That this should be their dreadful case; O sinners turn and find salvation, While now he offers you free grace. 14 'Tis now you have a gospel morning, And yet the lamp holds out to burn; 'Tis now you have sufficient warning, O sinners! sinners! will you turn?

Lord! when together here we meet

Appears in 119 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord! when together here we meet, And taste thy heav'nly grace, Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, We're loth to leave the place. 2 Yet Father, since it is thy will That we must part again, O let thy special presence still With every one remain. 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, Till we, around thy glorious throne, Shall joyfully meet above. 4 There sin and sorrow from each heart, Shall then forever fly, And not one thought that we should part, Once intercept our joy. 5 There void of all distracting pains, Our spirits ne'er shall tire; But in seraphic, heav'nly strains, Redeeming love admire. 6 And thus, through all eternity, Upon the heav'nly shore, The great, mysterious, One in Three, Jehovah we'll adore.

O blessed estate of the dead

Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O blessed estate of the dead— The dead that have died in the Lord! From trouble and misery freed, And sure of their endless reward: By sorrow no longer oppress'd When join'd to the spirits above! With Jesus in glory they rest, They rest in the arms of his love. 2 O! when will the Saviour extend The arms of his mercy to me? The days of my pilgrimage end, My soul from its prison set free. When will the dear moment arrive Which often I've pin'd for in vain? And still I would die to revive, And suffer with Jesus to reign. 3 Ah! give me to bow my faint head, My sorrowful soul to resign, From pain everlastingly freed, To rest in thy bosom divine. My Saviour why dost thou delay, To call a poor wanderer home? Come quickly, and bear me away The bride and the spirit say "come."

My thoughts on awful subjects roll

Appears in 68 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends Herself a frighted ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love.

Curst be the man, forever curst

Appears in 27 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Curst be the man forever curst, Who doth his God forsake— "Death and damnation is but just "Without relief, and infinite." 2 Thus Sinai roars, and round the earth Thunder and fire, and vengeance flings; But, Jesus, thy dear gasping breath, And Calvary say gentler things. 3 Pardon, and grace, and boundless love Streaming along a Saviour's blood, And life and joys, and crowns above, Dear purchase of a bleeding God. 4 Hark— how he prays! the charming sound Dwells on his dying lips, "forgive;" And ev'ry groan and gaping wound Cries, "Father, let the rebels live!" 5 Go you that rest upon the law, And toil, and seek salvation there, Look to the flames that Moses saw, And shrink, and tremble, and despair. 6 But I'll retire beneath the cross, Saviour, at thy dear feet I'll lie, And the keen sword that Justice draws Flaming and red shall pass me by.

How long shall Death the Tyrant reign

Appears in 117 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How long shall Death the Tyrant reign And triumph o'er the just, While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust. 2 When will the tedious night be gone? When will our Lord appear; Our fond desires would pray him down, Our love embrace him here. 3 Let faith arise and climb the hills, And from afar descry How distant are his chariot wheels, And tell how fast they fly. 4 Lo! I behold the scattering shades, The dawn of Heav'n appears! The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres, 5 I see the Lord of Glory come, And flaming guards around; The Skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 6 I hear the voice— "ye dead arise," And straight the graves obey, And waking Saints with joyful eyes Salute the expected day. 7 They leave the ground, and on the wing Rais'd to the middle air, In shining garments meet their King, And lo adore him there. 8 O may my humble spirit stand Amongst them clothed in white: The meanest place at thy right hand Is infinite delight. 9 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King, Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies On love's triumphant wing!

O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit

Appears in 113 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet! In sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood; Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love! I love thee my Saviour, I love thee my Dove! I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee, I never shall show. 3 All human expressions are empty and vain, They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame! I'm sure if the tongue of an angel I had, I could not the myst'ry completely describe. 4 I’m happy, I’m happy, O wond'rous account! My days are immortal, I stand on the mount! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 5 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest: My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest. Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song, Thy love doth inspire my heart and my tongue! 6 Thy fullness reveal, thy promise fulfil, O take and direct me to the heavenly hill; There wrapt in thy love, to be lost in thy charms, With Angels transported, and freed from all harms. 7 O who is like Jesus? he’s Salem’s bright king! He smiles and he loves me, he learns me to sing, I’ll praise him, I’ll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure, my spirit doth fill.

Wake up my muse, condole the loss

Appears in 22 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Wake up my muse, condole the loss Of those that mourn this day— Let tears distil on every face, And every mourner pray. 2 The tyrant, Death, came rushing in, Last night his power did shew, Out of this world this child did take, Death laid its visage low. 3 No more the pleasant child is seen To please its parent's eye, The tender plant, so fresh and green, Is in eternity. 4 The golden bowl by Death is broke, The pitcher's burst in twain, The cistern-wheel has felt the stroke, The pleasant child is slain. 5 The winding-sheet doth bind its limbs, The coffin holds it fast, To-day it's seen by all its friends, But this must be the last. 6 Until the Lord doth come, to judge, The nations great and small, And you and I before him stand, And at his presence fall.