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O when shall I see Jesus

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXII (1801) Lyrics: 1 O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, And drink the flowing fountains Of everlasting Love. When shall I be deliver'd, From this vain World of Sin? And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless Pleasure in. 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before, He's given me my Orders, And tells me not to fear: And if I hold out faithful, A Crown of Life he'll give, And all his valiant Soldiers Eternal Life shall have. 3 Through Grace I am determin'd To conquer, tho I die, And then away to Jesus, On Wings of Love I'll fly: Farewell to Sin and Sorrow-- I bid it all adieu, And you my Friends, be faithful, And on your Way pursue. 4 And if you meet with Troubles, And Trials on the Way, Then cast your Cares on Jesus, And don't forget to pray. Gird on the heav'nly Armour Of faith, and Hope and Love, And when your Race is ended, You'll reign with Him above. 5 O do not be discourag'd, For Jesus is your friend, And if you lack for Knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend, Neither will he upbraid you, Tho often you Request, He'll give you Grace to conquer, And take you up to rest. Languages: English

Christ's Ascension

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXIII (1801) First Line: Our Lord is risen from the Dead Lyrics: 1 Our Lord is risen from the Dead, Our Jesus is gone up on High; The Powe's of Hell are Captive led, Drag'd to the Portals of the Sky. 2 There his triumphant Chariot waits And Angels chaunt the solemn Lay; Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way. 3 Loose all your Bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant Scene; He claims those Mansions as his Right, Receive the King of Glory in. 4 Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord that all his Foes o'ercame, The World, Sin, Death and Hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's Name. 5 Lo, his triumphal Chariot waits, And Angels chaunt the solemn Lay, Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates! Ye everlasting Doors give way. 6 Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord of boundless Pow'r possess'd, The King of Saints and Angels too, God over all, for ever blest. Languages: English

Sinner, O why so Thoughtless grown?

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Sinner, O why so Thoughtless grown? Why in such dreadful Haste to die; Daring to leap to Worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly? 2 Will ye frustrate Eternal Grace, Urg'd on by Sin's fantastick Dreams, Madly attempt th'infernal Gate, And force thy Passage to the Flames? 3 Stay, Sinner, on the Gospel Plains, Behold the God of Love unfold The Myst'ry of his Dying Pains, For ever telling, yet untold. Scripture: Ezekiel 33:11 Languages: English

The Day of Grace

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXV (1801) First Line: The Lord into his Garden come Lyrics: 1 The Lord into his Garden come The Spices yield a rich Perfume, The Lillies 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 Desart 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 Sav'our 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

A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXVI (1801) First Line: There is a Land of pure Delight Lyrics: 1 There is a Land of pure Delight, Where Saints immortal reign; Infinite Day excludes the Night, And Pleasures banish Pain. 2 There everlasting Spring abides, And never with'ring Flow'rs; Death like a narrow Sea, divides This heav'nly Land from ours. [3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling Flood Stand drest in living Green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim'rous Mortals start and shrink, To cross the narrow Sea; And linger, shiv'ring on the Brink, And fear to launch away.] 5 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy Doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded Eyes. 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the Landskip o'er, Not Jordan's Stream, nor Death's cold Flood, Should fright us from the Shore. Languages: English

Seeking the Pastures of Christ the Shepherd

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXVII (1801) First Line: Thou whom my Soul admires above Lyrics: 1 Thou whom my Soul admires above All earthly Joy, and earthly Love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where doth thy sweetest Pasture grow? 2 Where is the Shadow of that Rock, That from the Sun defends thy Flock? Fain would I feed among thy Sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy Bride appear like one That turns aside to Paths unknown? My constant Feet would never rove, Would never seek another Love. [4 The Footsteps of thy Flock I see; Thy sweetest Pastures here they be; A wond'rous Feast thy Love prepares, Bought with thy Wounds, & Groans & Tears. 5 His dearest Flesh he makes my Food, And bids me drink his richest Blood: Here to these Hills my Soul will come, Till my Beloved lead me home.] Scripture: Song of Solomon 1:7 Languages: English

The Lord of Earth and Sky

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXVIII (1801) 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 withered 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 barr'd the Sword, To cut the Fig-Tree down, The pity of our Lord Cry'dd--"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 abound; O let us all thy Praise declare, And Fruit unto Perfection bear. Languages: English

The Nativity of Christ

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXIX (1801) First Line: Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your Eyes Languages: English

To the Haven of thy Breast

Hymnal: CD21801 #S.XXX (1801) Lyrics: 1 To the Haven of thy Breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my Refuge and my Rest, For O the Storm is high! Save me from the furious Blast A covert from the Tempest be; Hide me Jesus, till o'er past The Storm of Sin I see. 2 Welcome as the Waterspring To a dry barren Place; O descend on me and bring The sweet refreshing Grace; O'er the parch'd and weary Land As a great Rock extends its Shade, Hide me Saviour, with thine Hand, And screen my naked Head. 3 In the Time of my Distress Thou hast my Succour been; In my utter Helplessness Restraining me from Sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying Hour! Still protect me with thy Love, And shield me with thy Pow'r. 4 First and Last in me perform The Work thou hast begun; Be my Shelter from the Storm, My Shadow from the Sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect Glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy Blood Shall take me up to thee. Languages: English