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O for an overcoming faith
Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 159 hymnals Used With Tune: ST. CYPRIAN
O for an overcoming faith
All glory to God in the sky
Author: Charles Wesley Appears in 66 hymnals Used With Tune: ST. CYPRIAN
All glory to God in the sky
O come, let us sing to the Lord
Appears in 28 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O come, let us sing to the Lord,
in God our salvation rejoice,
in psalms of thanksgiving record
his praise, with one spirit, one voice.
For Jehovah is king — and he reigns,
the God of all gods on his throne,
the strength of the hills he maintains,
the ends of the earth are his own.
2 The sea is Jehovah’s; he made
the tide its dominion to know;
the land is Jehovah’s; he laid
its solid foundations below.
O come let us worship and kneel
before our Creator, our God;
the people who serve him with zeal,
the flock whom he guides with his rod.
3 To-day, if his voice ye will hear,
he speaks from above to you still;
'O turn not aside; but forbear
to harden your hearts to my will,
as once on the wilderness way
of old my long-suffering you tried;
the day of temptation, the day
when God's righteous wrath ye defied.
4 'Your fathers against me rebelled;
and forty years long was I grieved,
my works while they daily beheld,
but, tempting their God, disbelieved.
Their heart had from me gone astray,
and I sware in thy wrath, that unblest
the people that knew not my way
should ne'er enter into my rest.'
Scripture: Psalm 95 Used With Tune: ST CYPRIAN
O come, let us sing to the Lord
Weep Not for a Brother Deceased
Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 23 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Weep not for a brother deceased;
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And freed from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.
2. Our brother the haven has gained,
Outflying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtained,
And left his companions behind,
Still tossed on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.
3. There all the ship’s company meet,
Who sailed with the Savior beneath,
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o’er sorrow and death;
The voyage of life’s at an end;
The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in Heaven they spend,
Forever and ever shall last. Used With Tune: ST. CYPRIAN (Goss) Text Sources: Funeral Hymns, 1st Series, 1744
Weep Not for a Brother Deceased
Poor Esau Repented Too Late
Author: John Newton Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Poor Esau repented too late
That once he his birth-right despised;
And sold, for a morsel of meat,
What could not too highly be prized:
How great was his anguish when told,
The blessing he sought to obtain,
Was gone with the birth-right he sold,
And none could recall it again!
2. He stands as a warning to all,
Wherever the Gospel shall come;
O hasten and yield to the call,
While yet for repentance there’s room!
Your season will quickly be past,
Then hear and obey it today;
Lest when you seek mercy at last,
The Savior should frown you away.
3. What is it the world can propose?
A morsel of meat at the best!
For this are you willing to lose
A share in the joys of the blest?
Its pleasures will speedily end,
Its favor and praise are but breath;
And what can its profits befriend
Your soul in the moment of death?
4. If Jesus for these you despise,
And sin to the Savior prefer;
In vain your entreaties and cries,
When summoned to stand at His bar:
How will you His presence abide?
What anguish will torture your heart?
The saints all enthroned by His side,
And you be compelled to depart.
5. Too often, dear Savior, have I
Preferred some poor trifle to Thee;
How is it Thou dost not deny
The blessing and birth-right to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Though pardon and Heaven be mine;
To me belongs nothing but shame,
The praise and the glory be Thine. Used With Tune: ST. CYPRIAN (Goss) Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), number 8
Poor Esau Repented Too Late
