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Preserve Thy Faithful Servant, Lord
Author: William Wrangham, 1784-1832 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Preserve Thy faithful servant, Lord,
Who art the refuge of the just;
To me Thy sheltering aid afford,
For in Thine arm alone I trust.
2 The saints, who dwell the earth around,
I view with pleasure and delight;
But they who other gods have found,
I cast with horror from my sight.
3 I will not mingle with the throng
Whose guilt their sorrow multiplies;
I will not name them with my tongue,
Nor join their bloody sacrifice.
4 God is my portion here below:
’Tis He who shall my lot maintain;
His bounty makes my cup o’erflow,
And frees my anxious soul from pain.
5 Thou shalt unto my longing eyes
The path of endless life display:
Where, in Thy presence, joys arise
Which neither languish nor decay. Used With Tune: HILKIAH
Preserve Thy Faithful Servant, Lord
That Solemn Day Will Soon Arrive
Author: Thomas Jervis Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 That solemn day will soon arrive,
Th’important, the decisive day,
When, from death’s awful slumber roused,
God’s dread command all must obey.
2 Deep thunders usher in the morn,
And through the heav’ns tremendous roll:
The wide expanse is all on fire,
While lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
3 In glory, see! the Judge descends,
Arrayed in majesty and might;
Attended by ten thousand saints,
And angels of celestial light.
4 The trumpet’s loud and dreadful blast
Sounds through the regions of the dead:
With terror some, and some with joy,
Rise from the dust, their lowly bed.
5 All righteous and eternal Judge!
When summoned at Thy bar to stand,
May we, acquitted and approved,
Be crowned with bliss at Thy right hand. Used With Tune: HILKIAH Text Sources: A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for Public and Private Worship (London, 1795)
That Solemn Day Will Soon Arrive
The Lord, How Dreadful Is His Wrath
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how dreadful is His wrath,
How terrible His judgments are!
His anger shakes the guilty earth,
And spreads destruction and despair.
2 The lightnings fly quick round His throne,
And vengeance sits upon His brow;
All nature trembles at His frown,
The floods congeal, the mountains flow.
3 None can resist His mighty power,
And none escape His piercing eye;
Before him raging flames devour,
At His rebuke blasphemers die.
4 Rebels who scorn His milder voice,
At His loud thunders trembling stand;
Th’impetuous sea starts at the noise,
And horror fills the neighboring land.
5 Blessed then is he, for ever blessed,
Whose guilt is purged, whose soul is clear;
Nor anxious grief disturbs His breast,
Nor sin excites tormenting fear.
6 Nature in wild disorder hurled,
He views, but hopes for joys to come;
Sits on the wrecks of ruined worlds,
And waits for wings to waft him home. Used With Tune: HILKIAH Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)
The Lord, How Dreadful Is His Wrath
Awake, Ye Guilty Souls
Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Awake, ye guilty souls, awake Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye guilty souls, awake,
Nor sleep, till Tophet takes you in!
The Lord of hosts is ris’n to shake
The earth polluted with your sin.
2 Enter into the Rock, and hide
Your trembling spirits in the dust;
Fly to the clefts, the riven side,
And in a dying Savior trust.
3 Before the Lord’s fierce anger come,
Before He bring the vengeful day,
And fix th’ irrevocable doom,
And earth’s foundations melt away.
4 Before its mouth it opens wide,
And gasps to feel the final blow;
Firmer support, ye worms, provide,
Or sink into eternal woe. Used With Tune: HILKIAH Text Sources: Hymns Occasioned by the Earthquake, March 8, 1750 Part 2 (London: Strahan, 1750)
Awake, Ye Guilty Souls
Lo, Jesus Spreads His Wrath Abroad
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lo, Jesus spreads abroad His wrath Lyrics:
1 Lo, Jesus spreads abroad His wrath,
And vengeance sits upon His brow;
Now tremble, rulers of the earth,
And at His feet ye nations bow.
2 Now lift your suppliant hands; no more
Against unequal strength rebel;
Fierce and resistless is His power,
Which angels dread and devils feel.
3 With true repentance seek His face,
Love and adore th’ incarnate God;
Those sinners who refuse His grace
Shall sink beneath His iron rod.
4 Soon shall that dreadful day appear,
When He will fix your final doom;
Oh seek for mercy now with care,
Before that awful moment come.
Used With Tune: HILKIAH Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs,1818)
Lo, Jesus Spreads His Wrath Abroad
