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The Death of a Sinner

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXX (1790) First Line: My thoughts on awful subjects roll 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, Among abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crouds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despairs they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood, For their old guilt attones; Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, which kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove 'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love! Languages: English

The Death and Burial of a Saint

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXI (1790) First Line: Why should we mourn departing friends Lyrics: 1 Why should we mourn departing friends? Or shake at death’s alarms? ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying head? 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And show'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our souls shall fly, And hail the rising day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations, from the ground, Ye saints, ascend the skies. Languages: English

A Morning Song

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXII (1790) First Line: Once more, my soul, the rising day Lyrics: 1 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who rolls the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven, on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouze his wrath to flame — And yet his wrath delays! 4 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the Last setting sun, And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, And yet my moments run. 5 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a peaceful night. Languages: English

An Evening Song

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXIII (1790) First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Lyrics: 1 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day Thy hand was still my guard; And still, to drive my wants away, Thy mercy stood prepared. 3 Perpetual blessings from above Incompass me around, But Oh, how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! 4 What have I done for him who dy'd To save my wretched soul! How are my follies multiply'd, Fast as my minutes roll! 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, I'd lay me down to rest; As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast Languages: English

Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXIV (1790) First Line: Welcome, sweet day of rest Lyrics: 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, Which saw the Lord arise: Welcome, to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here may we sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where heavenly glories shine Is sweeter than ten thousand days In all the joys of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit, and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Languages: English

Hell; or, Vengeance of God

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXIX (1790) First Line: With holy fear, and humble song Lyrics: 1 With holy fear, and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe become the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. 2 Far, in the deep, where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. 3 There satan the first sinner, lies; And roars, and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crush'd with the weight of heavenly hands. 4 There guilty ghosts, of Adam's race, Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, And so incens'd a dreadful God. 5 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son — Sinner, obey the Saviour's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And opening hell awaits your fall. Languages: English

Death and Eternity

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXV (1790) First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise, Converse a while with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath. 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, His pulses faint and few; Then speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu. 3 But Oh, the soul, which never dies! At once it leaves the clay! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And trace its wondrous way. 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, It mounts triumphing there; Or devils plunge it down to hell, In terror and despair! 5 And must my body faint and die! And must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. 6 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand My naked soul I trust; My flesh shall wait thy kind command, To mingle with the dust. Languages: English

Frailty and Folly

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXVI (1790) First Line: How short and hasty is our life Lyrics: 1 How short and hasty is our life! How vast our souls affairs! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years. 2 Our days run thoughtlesly along, Without a moment's stay; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away. 3 God, from on high, invites us home, But we march heedless on; And, ever hasting to the tomb, Stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, Who slight the joys above! What chains of vengeance should we feel, That break such cords of love! 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. Languages: English

Breathing after the holy Spirit

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXVII (1790) First Line: Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove Lyrics: 1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Behold us groveling here below, Engag'd in trifling toys! Our souls can neither fly, nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannah's languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord! and shall we still remain In this declinging state? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love And that shall kindle ours. Languages: English

Christ's Intercession

Hymnal: DWI21790 #XXXVIII (1790) First Line: The great Redeemer's gone Lyrics: 1 The great Redeemer's gone To stand before our God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his attoning blood. 2 No firey vengeance now, Nor burning wrath comes down: If justice call for sinners blood, The saviour shews his own. 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. 4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honour sing; Jesus, the priest, receives our songs, And bears them to the king. 5 "On earth thy mercy reigns, "And triumphs all above; "But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains "To speak immortal love! Languages: English