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What poor despised company

Appears in 170 hymnals Lyrics: 1 What poor despised company Of travellers are these, That's walking yonder narrow way, Along that rugged maze? 2 Why they are of a royal line, They're children of a King; Heirs of immortal crown divine, And loud for joy they sing. 3 Why do they then appear so mean, And why so much despis'd? Because of their rich robes unseen The world is not appriz'd. 4 Why some of them seem poor distress'd And lacking daily bread; Heirs of immortal wealth possess'd With hidden Manna fed. 5 Why do they shun the pleasant path, That worldlings love so well? Because that is the road to death, The open road to hell. 6 Why do they walk that narrow road, Along that rugged maze? Because this way their leader trod, They love and keep his ways. 7 Why is there then no other road To Salem's happy ground? Christ is the only way to God, No other can be found.
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We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried

Appears in 54 hymnals Lyrics: 1 We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried The stone that all the prophets try'd. 2 Come, Christians, drink the balmy dew, 'Twas Christ that shed it new for you. 3 This costly mixture cures the soul Which sin and guilt has made so foul. 4 It makes me merry while I sing, And shout Salvation to my King. 5 There's glory glory in my soul; Come, mourners, see salvation roll; 6 I wish you would believe in God, And sink into the purple flood. 7 O Christians we have Heav'n to day—night; it shines around with dazzling ray—light: 8 And in this light we'll soar away Where there's no night but endless day. 9 O then we'll blow the golden flute, And praise the man that gain'd our suit: 10 Then Jesus in a shining vest, Will smile and lead us up to rest!
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A solemn march we make

Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure leave. 2 O what a striking scene, In this cold grave appears, A mortal turn'd to dust again, Quite spun out all his years. 3 And we who now attend, Must soon resign our breath, God will the solemn summons send, By dreadful ghastly death. 4 If I the next should be, That crumble with the dust; My soul what then becomes of thee? Hast thou a lot with Christ? 5 Since I attended here, My moments swiftly glide, And death upon their wings they bear, A quick, perpetual tide. 6 Now let me home return, And strive my soul to save; Lest I in Hell should ever burn, And with the damned rave. 7 Jesus, despised friend, I'll slight thy love no more; Dear Saviour now that spirit send Which I so griev'd before. 8 Then I'll prepare to meet, My Jesus at his bar, For ever worship at his feet, And sing his praises there.
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Am I a Soldier of the Cross

Appears in 1,956 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.
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Saviour, I do feel thy merit

Appears in 83 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Saviour, I do feel thy merit, Sprinkled with redeeming blood; And my weary troubled spirit, Now finds rest in thee my God. 2 I am safe, and I am happy While in thy dear arms I lie: Sin and Satan cannot harm me While my Saviour is so nigh. 3 Now I'll sing of Jesus's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any wants his spirit, He is still the very same. 4 He that asketh soon receiveth, He that seeks is sure to find; Who of comfort is bereaved, Jesus never casts behind. 5 Now our advocate is pleading With his Father and our God: Now for us he's interceeding, As the purchase of his blood. 6 Now methinks I hear him praying "Father save them, I have dy'd:" And the Father answers, saying, "They are freely justify'd."
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Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Appears in 78 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn— My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last, tremendous agony. 2 O could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die! "O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy son." 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But give me mercy in thy son; And, with my broken heart, comply! O give me Jesus, or I die! 6 O Lord deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease my soul from guilt. Good Lord! I mercy hear my cry, And give me Jesus, or I die! 7 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell: O might I enter, now I'm come! Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone.
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See the Eternal Judge descending

Appears in 142 hymnals Lyrics: 1 See the Eternal Judge descending, Seated on sinners Christ will shew thee That he is the Eternal Son; Trumpets call thee, Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the sinner now lamenting At the thoughts of fiercer pain; Cries and tears are now a-venting, But he cries and weeps in vain, Greatly mourning That he nev'r was born again. 3 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, With the marks of dying love; Oh! that I had sought his favor When I felt his spirit move! Doom'd I'm justly, For I have against him strove. 4 All his wooing I have slighted, While he daily sought my soul, If some vows to him I plighted Yet for sin I broke the all; Golden moments, How neglected did they roll! 5 Yonder sits my godly neighbours, Who were once despis'd by me; Now they're clad in dazzling splendor, Waiting my sad fate to see; Farewell neighbours— Dismal gulf I'm bound for thee! 6 Hail ye ghosts that dwell in darkness, Groaning, rattling of your chains! Christ has now denounc'd my sentence For to dwell in endless pains; Down I'm rolling, Never to return again. 7 Now experience plainly shews me, Hell is not a fabled thing; Lo, I see my friends in glory, Round the throne they ever sing: I'm tormented With an everlasting sting.
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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.
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When I can read my title clear

Appears in 1,234 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all: 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
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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.

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