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Resurrection of the Saints

Appears in 376 hymnals First Line: And must this body die Lyrics: 1 And must this Body die? This Mortal Frame decay? And must these active Limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the Clay? God my Redeemer lives, And often from the Skies Looks down, and watches all my Dust, 'Till he shall bid it rise. 2 Array'd in glorious Grace Shall these vile Bodies shine, And ev'ry Shape and ev'ry Face, Look heav'nly and divine. These lively Hopes we owe To Jesus's dying Love; We would adore thy Grace below, And sing thy Pow'r above. 3 Dear Lord, accept the Praise Of these our humble Songs, 'Till Tunes of nobler Sound we raise With our immortal Tongues.

As by the streams of babylon

Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 As by the streams of babylon We captives sat with anxious fears; Then we dear Zion thought upon, And melted into streams of tears. 2 Our harps, our instruments of joy, Which us'd with chearful songs to sound, We hung upon the willow trees Which on the shaded banks abound. 3 Because our foes, who all conspir'd To triumph in our slavish wrongs; Musick and mirth of us requir'd; 'Come sing us one of Zion's songs.' 4 But, ah! how cou'd we guide our hands To play, with hearts so full of woes Sing Zion's songs in heathen lands, JEHOVAH's hymns to chear his foes? 5 O dear Jerusalem! if I Ever of thee forgetful grow; Let me the skill of my right hand For ever wholly cease to know. 6 Let my tongue to my palate cleave, If thee remember should not I, Or don't prefer Jerusalem, Above my highest earthly joy, 7 LORD, Thou remembrest Edom's son, Who on Jerulalem's sad day, 'To the foundation raze her! cry'd; 'Raze, raze her!' out aloud cry'd they. 8 O Babel's daughter! doom'd to fall! That conqueror shall blessed be, Who, just as thou hast done to us, Will do in righteousness to thee! 9 Yea, he shall blessed be by heav'n, Who shall by heav'n employed be, Upon the stones to dash thy face, And end thy cruel progeny. Scripture: Psalm 137

Why do the nations move and rage

Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Why do the nations move and rage, And people form a vain design? 2 Kings of the earth do set themselves And princes in deep plots combine, With one consent against the LORD, And his MESSIAH, and dare say, 3 "Let us asunder break their bands, "And cast their cords of rule away?" 4 But He who sits in heav'n will laugh, The Lord at first will them deride; 5 In anger then to them He'll speak, In wrath to vex them in their pride; 6 "See I have set my king upon "Zion my mount of sanctity, 7 "And the immutable decree "Proclaim abroad to all will I." 8 The LORD to me said, "Thou my SON, "This day have I begotten thee; "Ask, and the nations I will give "For thine inheritance to be: 9 "And of the earth Thou shalt possess "The utmost coasts and lands abroad; "The foes shalt break as potters ware, "And crush as with an iron rod." 10 Now therefore, O ye kings, be wise; Be learn'd, ye who earth's judges are; 11 Serve ye the LORD with reverence; Rejoyce, but yet with trembling fear: 12 Kiss he the SON, lest He be wroth, And ye should perish in your way; When once his wrath a little burns, Blessed are all that on him stay. Scripture: Psalm 2

The Exaltation and universal Reign of CHRIST

Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Why do the tribes and nations rage Lyrics: 1 Why do the tribes and nations rage And form a vain design? Kings of the earth do set themselves and princes plotting join, Against JEHOVAH and his CHRIST,* with one consent, and say, 3 "Let us asunder break their bands "and cast their cords away!" 4 But He ho sits in heav'n will laugh, The Lord will them deride; 5 In anger then to them He'll speak, in wrath to vex their pride. 6 "See I have set my king upon "Zion my holy hill, 7 "And the immutable decree "Proclaim abroad I will." 8 The LORD said, "Thou my SON, this day. "have I begotten thee!* "Ask, and the nations* I will give "thine heritage to be. 9 "And of the earth thou shalt possess "The utmost coasts abroad; "Thy foes shalt break as potters ware, "and crush with iron rod." 10 And now ye kings, be wise; be learn'd ye who earth's judges are; 11 Serve ye the LORD with reverence, rejoyce with trembling fear. 12 Kiss ye the SON, lest by his wrath ye perish in your way: When once his wrath a little burns, bless'd all that on him stay. Scripture: Psalm 2

O blessed man who walks not in

Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O Blessed man who walks not in The counsel of ungodly men, Nor stands within the sinners way, Nor will the scoffers seat sit in. 2 But In JEHOVAH's written law He takes exceeding great delight; And in his law he meditates With pious pleasure day and night. 3 For he is like a goodly tree By streams of waters planted near Which in due season yields its fruit, Whose leaf shall ever green appear; And all he does shall prosper still. 4 But the ungodly are not so: For they are like the chaff which by The wind is driven to and fro. 5 Therefore in judgment shall not stand Such as ungodly are, as clear; Nor in th' assembly of the just Shall sinners in that day appear. 6 Because the way of righteous men The LORD with approbation knows; Whereas the way of evil men To their entire destruction goes. Scripture: Psalm 1

I am into my garden come

Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Christ: 1 I am into my garden come, my sister, and my spouse: I gather'd have my myrrh and spice for our delightful use: My honey-comb with honey eat, my wine and milk drank I; Eat O ye friends, drink O belov'd, yea drink abundantly. The Church; 2 I sleep; but yet my heart awakes: the voice 'tis of my Love, Who knocks and kindly calls to me, with all my bowels move; Christ: 'Open to Me, my sister, Love, 'my dove, my undefil'd; 'My heard with dew, my locks with drops 'the night distills, is fill'd! The Church: 3 My coat I have put off; how shall I put it on again? And I my feet have washed clean; how shall I them distain? 4 But when I my Beloved's hand upon the latch discern'd; Griev'd that I should so long delay, my bowels stronger yearn'd. 5 I rose to open to my Love: my hands myrrh dropped down; And on the handles of the lock myrrh from my fingers run. 6 But when the door I open'd wide to my Beloved one; My Love had then withdrawn Himself, and out of sight was gone! When as He spake, my soul did fail; and now I sought Him have, But found Him not; I call'd to Him, yet He no answer gave! 7 The city watchmen met me then, they smote and wounded me, The keepers of the wall ev'n took from me my veil away. 8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, to Him say, If my Belov'd ye find, that I for love shall faint away. Daughters of Jerusalem: 9 O fairest thou of all the fair! what's thy Beloved, show: What more than others is thy Love, that thou dost charge us so? The Church: 10 My Love is white and ruddy, chief above ten thousands fair: 11 His head is finest gold; his locks curl'd black as ravens are! 12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves looking on water-streams; As if they washed were with milk, and fitly set as gems! 13 His cheeks like garden-beds of spice, with flowers of spice crown'd: His lips like lillies, dropping myrrh, diffusing odours round! 14 His hands adorn'd with rings of gold, with precious stones inlaid: His bowels like bright ivory, with sapphires overspread! 15 His legs like marble pillars stand on golden sockets plac'd; His countenance like Lebanon, with stately cedars grac'd. 16 His mouth is all of sweetness made! He's perfect loveliness! O daughters of Jerusalem! my Love and Friend is this? Scripture: Song of Solomon 5

Praise to God the FATHER, SON & SPIRIT

Appears in 73 hymnals First Line: Bless' be the Father. and his Love Lyrics: 1 Bless'd be the Father. and his Love, To whose celestial Source we owe Rivers of endless Joys above, And Rills of Comfort here below. Glory to Thee, Great Son of God, From whose dear wounded Body rolls A precious Stream of vital Blood, Pardon and Life for dying Souls. 2 We give Thee, Sacred Spirit Praise, Who in our Hearts of Sin and Woe Makes living Springs of Grace arise, And into boundless Glory flow. Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit we adore, That Sea of Life and Love unknown Without a Bottom or a Shore.

By night as on my bed I lay

Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: The Church: 1 By night as on my bed I lay, when I awak'd,I sought For the Beloved of my soul; I sought, but found Him not! 2 Now I'll arise, and in the streets, and all broad places round Him I will seek whom my soul loves: I sought, but had not found. 3 The watchmen, as I went about the city, met with me; Of them I ask'd; HIM whom my soul most loves, O did you see? 4 But 'twas a very little space, that I from them had past, E're Him whom my soul loves I found, I seiz'd and held him fast Nor would I let Him go till I had brought Him in to see My mother's house, the chamber too who had conceived me. 5 O daughters of Jerusalem, wake not my Love, nor raise; By roes and hinds of all the fields, I charge you, till He please. Daughters of Jerusalem: 6 Who's she that from the desart comes, as incense-pillars rise? Perfum'd with myrrh and frankincense, and powders all of spice? 7 Behold the stately bed of rest which is King Solomon's, And round it threescore valiant men, of Isra'ls valiant sons, 8 So dreadful to their enemies, all warriours skill'd in fight: Their ready swords girt on their thigh, because of fear by night. 9 Of wood of Lebanon the King a stately couch has made: 10 Its pillars are of silver form'd, gold for its bottom laid. Of purple is the canopy, arch'd over all above, For daughters of Jerusalem the midst ks spread with love. 11 O Zion's daughters, go ye forth, with rais'd delight behold King Solomon all glorious with his diadem of gold. The crown which on his nuptial day his mother on him plac'd; The day when gladness fills his heart and all around are bless'd. Scripture: Song of Solomon 3

The bitter Sufferings of CHRIST

Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Come let us all, who here have seen Lyrics: 1 Come let us all, who here have seen, And tasted of our Saviour's grace, From his bless'd table to his cross, In thought, his weary footsteps trace Into the garden first he goes, Where mortal fears beset him round; Sin's pressing weight o'erwhelms his soul And sinks his body to the ground. 2 Here, prostrate as he lies, he groans, Pouring out Pray'rs with fervent Cries, 'Till he sweats drops of Blood, to mix With Floods that issue from his Eyes. yet are his Sorrows but begun; By one disciple He's betray'd Another Him with Oaths denies, The rest all run like sheep afraid. 3 Falsly accus'd, he's doom'd to die; Loaded with blasphemy and scorn, He's rudely buffered and bound, His naked flesh with scourges torn. His temples wear a wreath of thorns, Vile Spitting his pure face profanes; His weary shoulders bear a cross, On which He suffers mortal pains. 4 Between two thieves He lingring dies. While thousand tortures on Him meet: His heart's dissolv'd within; his blood flows out in streams from hands and feet. These streams, join'd with the other flood That gush'd out from his wounded side, Compose a sovereign bath, wherein The leprous Soul is purify'd.

The Death of CHRIST is the Death of Sin

Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Come, let us go and die with him Lyrics: 1 Come let us go and die with him, Who was content to die for us; Let's wound and crucify those Sins That nail'd our Saviour to the Cross. May holy Indignation raise A just Revenge in every Breast! May every Soul the JESUS loves, The very thoughts of Sin detest! 2 Hence all ye viprous Brood of Vice, That bring a Train of endless woes; O how I hate you mortally, As mine, ad as my Saviour's Foes! Hence all your vain deluding Arts, Which the unwary soul beguile; These have no Charms for one that sees Redeeming mercy on him smile. 3 My Robes, when wash'd in sacred Blood, Shall i again with Blots deface? My soul, by Grace advanc'd to Heav'n, Shall I again to Hell debase? Prevent me O almighty Grace! Nor let me e'er so treacherous prove, To crucify my Lord afresh, And render Hate for all his Love! 4 His Life the Model he of mine; His Word the Rule to guide my Ways; His Cross the Death of all my Crimes; His Love the Subject of my Praise.