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Hark, from the tomba a doleful sound

Appears in 343 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: COLESHILL

Jesus, the all-restoring Word

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 60 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Topics: The Christian Life Love and Communion; The Christian Life Christian Holiness Used With Tune: COLESHILL

Behold, the Savior of mankind

Author: S. Wesley, Sr. Appears in 387 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Used With Tune: COLESHILL

Against a wicked race, O God

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Against a wicked race, O God, plead thou my cause, judge me; from the unjust and crafty man O do thou set me free. 2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrust me then away? And for the oppression of the foe why mourn I all the day? 3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, and bring me to thine holy hill, even where thy dwellings be. 4 Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ. 5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul? What should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: he of my countenance is the health, my God that doth me save. Scripture: Psalm 43 Used With Tune: COLESHILL

O Lord, the God to whom alone

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, the God to whom alone all vengeance doth belong; thou, who the God of vengeance art, shine forth, avenging wrong. 2 Lift up thyself, thou of the earth the sovereign judge that art; and unto those that haughty are a recompense impart. 3 How long, Jehovah, shall the men who evil-doers be, how long shall they who wicked are thus triumph haughtily? 4 How long shall grievous things be them be uttered and told? And all that work iniquity to boast themselves be bold? 5 Thy folk they break in pieces, Lord, thine heritage oppress; 6 the widow and the stranger slay, and kill the fatherless 7 yet say, The Lord shall not perceive, nor God of Jacob know. 8 Ye brutish people! understand; fools! when wise will ye grow? 9 Shall he who plants the ear of man to hear unable be? and he who fashioneth the eye, shall he not clearly see? 10 He who the nations doth correct, shall he reproof not show? he that doth knowledge teach to man, shall he himself not know? 11 Man's thoughts to be but vanity the Lord doth well discern. 12 Blessed is the man thou chastenest, Lord, and mak'st thy law to learn: 13 that thou mayest give him rest from days of sad adversity, until the pit be digged for those that work iniquity. 14 Because the Lord will not cast off those that his people be, nor yet his own inheritance forsake at all will he: 15 but judgment unto righteousness shall yet return again, and all shall follow after it that are right-hearted men. 16 Who will rise up for me against those that do wickedly? Who will stand up for me 'gainst those that work iniquity? 17 Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul in death had lain; 18 but if I say, My foot doth slip, thy love doth me sustain. 19 Amidst the multitude of cares whereby I am oppressed, thy comforts, Lord, refresh my soul, thy mercies give me rest. 20 Shall of iniquity the throne have fellowship with thee, which mischief, cunningly contrived, doth by a law decree? 21 Against the righteous souls they join, they guiltless blood condemn. 22 But of my refuge God's the rock and my defence from them. 23 On them their own iniquity the Lord shall cause to fall, and in their sin shall cut them off; our God destroy them shall. Scripture: Psalm 94 Used With Tune: COLESHILL

I with my voice cried to the Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 I with my voice cried to the Lord, with it made my request: 2 poured out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I expressed. 3 When overwhelmed my spirit is, then knowest thou my way; where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay. 4 Look on my right hand, and behold there's none to know me there; all refuge hath me failed, and none doth for my soul take care. 5 I cried to thee; I said, Thou art a refuge, Lord, to me; thou art my portion in the land of those that living be. 6 Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I. 7 From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: the just shall compass me, when thou with me deal’st bounteously. Scripture: Psalm 142 Used With Tune: COLESHILL

How still and peaceful is the grave!

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 98 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 How still and peaceful is the grave! where, life’s vain tumults past, th’ appointed house, by Heav’n’s decree, receives us all at last. 2 The wicked there from troubling cease; their passions rage no more; and there the weary pilgrim rests from all the toils he bore. 3 There rest the pris’ners, now releas'd from slav'ry’s sad abode; no more they hear th’ oppressor’s voice, or dread the tyrant’s rod. 4 There servants, masters, small and great, partake the same repose; and there, in peace, the ashes mix of those who once were foes. 5 All, levell'd by the hand of Death, lie sleeping in the tomb; till God, in judgment calls them forth, to meet their final doom. Scripture: Job 3:17-20 Used With Tune: COLESHILL