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Come and taste, along with me

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #VI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Come and taste, along with me, Consolations running free, From my Father's wealthy throne, Sweeter than the honey-comb. 2 Wherefore should I feast alone, Two are better still than one; The more comes in with a free, good will. Makes the banquet sweeter still. 3 Now I go to heaven's door Asking for a little more; Jesus gives a double share, Calling me, his chosen heir. 4 Goodness running like a stream, Through the new Jerusalem, And by constant breaking forth, Sweetens earth, and heaven both. 5 Saints in glory sing aloud, For to see and hear of God! Coming in at heaven's door. Making of the number more. 6 Now my body doth its best, For to keep me back from Christ; But a treasure coming in, Doth oppose my inbred sin. 7 Sinful nature, lurking vice; Cannot stop the force of grace; Whilst there is a God to give, And a sinner to receive. 8 Heavens here and heavens there, Comforts flowing every where! This I boldly do profess That my soul hath got a taste. 9 Now I go rejoicing home From the banquet of perfume! Finding manna on the road, Dropping from the mount of God! Languages: English
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Behold that great and awful day

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #VII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Behold that great and awful day Of parting soon will come, When sinners must be hurl'd away; And christians gather'd home! 2 The one with Dives for water cry, And gnaw their tongues in pain, And gnash their teeth and crisp and fry, And wring their hands in vain. 3 Now hail! all hail! ye frightful ghosts, With whom I once did dwell, And spent my days in frantic mirth, And danc'd my soul to hell! 4 You me about the floor did drag, And caus'd my soul to sin; And devils now your mouth shall gag, And force the fuel in. 5 Perhaps the parent sees the child Sink down to endless flames, With shrieks, and howls, and bitter cries Never to rise again. 6 O father! see my blazing hands, Mother! behold your child! Against you now, a witness stands Amidst the flames confin'd! 7 The child, perhaps, the parents views, Go headlong down to hell: Gone with the rest of Satan's crew, And bids the child farewell! 8 The husband sees his piteous wife, With whom he once did dwell, Depart with groans and bitter cries, My husband! fare you well! 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see, The man she once did love, Sink down to endless misery, Whilst she is crown'd above! 10 Then shall the saints through grace combin'd, Drink in eternal love: In Jesus' image there to shine, And reign with him above. 11 O how it lifts my soul to think, Of meeting round the throne, Eternal joys there for to drink, Where sorrows never come. Languages: English
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Jerusalem my happy home

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #VIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold; Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 3 Thy garden and thy pleasant green, My study long have been; Such sparkling light by human sight, Have never yet been seen. 4 If Heav'n be thus so glorious Lord, Why should I stay from thence? What folly's this that I should dread To die and go from hence! 5 Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace, And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end. 6 Jesus my love to glory's gone, Him will I go and see; And all my brethren here below, Will soon come after me. 7 My friends I bid you all adieu, I leave you in God's care, And if I never more see you, Go on I'll meet you there. 8 There we shall meet and no more part, And Heaven shall ring with praise, While Jesus's love in every heart, Shall tune the song Free Grace. 9 Millions of years around may run, Our song shall still go on, To praise the Father and the Son, And Spirit three in One. 10 When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the Sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun. Languages: English
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O that I had a bosom friend

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #IX (1801) Lyrics: 1 O that I had a bosom friend, To tell my secrets to, On whose advice I might depend In every thing I do. 2 How do I wander up and down, And no one pities me! I seem a stranger quite unknown, A son of misery! 3 None lends an ear to my complaint, Nor minds my cries or tears: None comes to cheer me tho' I faint, Nor my vast burden bears. 4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease And feel no want or woe, Thro' this waste howling wilderness, I full of sorrows go. 5 O faithless soul to reason thus, And murmur without end? Did Christ expire upon the cross And is he not thy friend? 6 Why dost thou envy carnal men, And think their state so blest? How great salvation hast thou seen, And Jesus is thy rest! 7 What can this lower world afford Compar'd with gospel grace? Thy happiness is in the Lord, And thou shalt see his face! 8 Can present grief be counted great Compar'd with future woes? Will transient pleasures seem so sweet Compar'd with endless joys? 9 How soon will God withdraw the scene, And burn the world he made! Then woe to carnal sinful men! My soul lift up thy head. 10 The Saviour is thy real friend, Constant and true and good; He will be with thee to the end, And bring thee safe to God. 11 Then why my soul art thou so sad? When will thy sighs be o'er? Rejoice in Jesus and be glad Rejoice for evermore. Languages: English

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