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Welcome, sweet day of rest

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S130 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Languages: English

What now is my object and aim?

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S131 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 What now is my object and aim? What now is my hope and desire? To follow the heavenly Lamb, And after his image aspire; My hope is all centered in thee: I trust to recover thy love; On earth thy salvation to see, And then to enjoy thee above. 2 I thirst for a life-giving God; A God that on Calvary dy'd; A fountain of water and blood, Which gush'd from Immanuel's side! I gasp for the stream of thy love, The spirit if rapture unknown; And then to redrink it above, Eternally fresh from the throne. Languages: English

When Abram, full of sacred awe

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S132 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When Abram, full of sacred awe, Before Jehovah stood, And with a humble fervent prayer, For guilty Sodom sued; 2 With what success, what wondrous grace, Was his petitions crown'd! The Lord would spare, if in the place Ten righteous men were found. 3 And could a single, holy soul So rich a boon obtain? Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain? 4 Columbia guilty as she is, Her numerous saints can boast, And now their fervent prayers ascend And can those prayers be lost? 5 Are not the righteous dear to thee, Now as in ancient times? Or does this sinful land exceed Gomorrah in its crimes? 6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name, Here yet is thine abode; Long has thy presence bless'd our land, Forsake us not, O God. Scripture: Genesis 18:23-32 Languages: English

When any turn from Zion's way

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S133 (1825) Languages: English

When some kind shepherd from his fold

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S134 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When some kind shepherd from his fold, Has lost a straying sheep, Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves, And climbs the mountain's steep. 2 But O the joy! the transport sweet! When lie the wanderer finds; Up in his arms he takes his charge, And to his shoulder binds. 3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys, And make his bliss complete: The neighbours hear the news, and all The joyful shepherd greet. 4 Yet how much greater is the joy When but one sinner turns; When the poor wretch with broken heart, His sins and errors mourns! 5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below, In songs their tongues employ; Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is fill'd with joy. 6 Well-pleas'd the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner weep; Jesus receives him in his arms, And owns him for his sheep. 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, But kindle with new fire: "A wandering sheep's return'd," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. Scripture: Luke 15:3-4 Languages: English

Ye servants of the Lord

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S139 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of his heavenly word, And watchful at his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command; And while we speak, he's near; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. 4 O happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crown'd. 5 Christ shall the banquet spread With his own bounteous hand, And raise that favorite servant's head Amidst th' angelic band. Scripture: Luke 12:35-38 Languages: English

While on the verge of life I stand

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S135 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 While on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing his flight away. 2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be; And faints my much lov'd Lord to see; Earth, twine no more about my heart; For 'tis far better to depart. 3 Come, ye angelic convoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesu's throne, Source of my joys, and of your own. 4 That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at his feet! Rais'd in his arms to see his face Through the full beamings of his grace. 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing! To fly as on a cherub's wings! Performing with unweary'd hands The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait thy signal for the flight; For while thy service we pursue, We find a heav'n begun below. Languages: English

Why, O my soul, why weepest thou?

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S136 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why, O my soul, why weepest thou? Tell me from whence arise Those briny tears that often flow, Those groans that pierce the skies? 2 Is sin the cause of thy complaint, Or the chastising rod? Dost thou an evil heart lament, And mourn an absent God? 3 Lord, let me weep for nouht but sin, And after none but thee, And then, I would, O that I might! A constant weeper be! Scripture: John 20:13 Languages: English