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How Full Of Anguish Is The Thought

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, my sovereign judge, Should frown, and bid my soul Depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly, but to Thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of Thy face; And Heav’n, without Thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from Thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit’s paid Between my Savior and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe, when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. 7 Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessèd hope, my heav’nly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes. 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love. 9 My God! And can a humble child, That loves Thee with a flame so high, Be ever from Thy face exiled, Without the pity of Thine eye? 10 Impossible! For Thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to Thee; And in Thy book the promise stands, That where Thou art, Thy friends must be. Used With Tune: ISCAH Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707-09, Book II
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Praise Ye The Lord, Let Praise Employ

Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 59 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ In His own courts, your songs of joy; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful sound. 2 Recount His works in strains divine, His wondrous works, how bright they shine! Praise Him for all His mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet’s piercing sound, To spread your sacred pleasure round; While softer music tunes the lute, The warbling harp, the breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance, To praise Him in the graceful dance; Awake each voice and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing. 5 Let cymbals loud now sound on high To softer, deeper notes reply; Harmonious let the concert rise, And bear the rapture to the skies. 6 Let all whom life and breath inspire Attend and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye who know His Word, Adore and love and praise the Lord! Used With Tune: ISCAH Text Sources: A Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship by John Ash and Caleb Evans (Bristol, England: 1769), alt.

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