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O How Can They Look Up to Heaven?

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 32 hymnals First Line: O how can they look up to Heaven Lyrics: 1. O how can they look up to Heaven, And ask for mercy there, Who never soothed the poor man’s pang, Nor dried the orphan’s tear? 2. The dread omnipotence of Heaven We every hour provoke; Yet still the mercy of our God Withholds the avenging stroke. 3. And Christ was still the healing friend Of poverty and pain; And never did imploring soul His garment touch in vain. 4. May we with humble effort take Example from above; And thence the active lesson learn Of charity and love! 5. But chiefly be the labor ours To shade the early plant; To guard from ignorance and guilt The infancy of want; 6. To graft the virtues, ere the bud The canker worm has gnawed, And teach the rescued child to lisp Its gratitude to God. Used With Tune: OLNEY (Gounod) Text Sources: A Collection of Hymns for Public and Private Worship, by Andrew Kippis, 1795 (sometimes incorrectly attributed to Simon Browne)

Our Banner Is The Eternal God

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Our banner is th’ eternal God Lyrics: 1 Our banner is th’eternal God, Nor will we yield to fear; Amidst ten thousand fierce assaults, His mighty aid is near. 2 To Him the hands of faith we stretch, And plead experienced grace; To Him the voice of prayer we raise, Nor will He hide His face. 3 No more, proud Amalek, thy boast, God’s arm is feeble grown; His sword shall lop off every hand That dares insult His throne. 4 Awake, tremendous Judge, awake, Our nation’s cause to plead; Nor let Thine Israel’s foes, and Thine, By wickedness succeed. 5 Our fainting hands, how soon they droop! But Thou the weak canst raise; And in the mount of prayer canst leave An altar to Thy praise. Used With Tune: OLNEY Text Sources: Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scripture. By the Late Reverend Philip Doddridge, D. D., by Job Orton (J. Eddowes & J. Cotton: 1755)