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Divine light breaking into the soul

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXXVII (1799) First Line: Sometimes a light surprises Lyrics: 1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To chear it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let th' unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 3 It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us thro' Who gives the lilies cloathing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread. 4 Tho' vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Tho' all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. Topics: Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened; Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened Languages: English

Praise for recovery from sickness

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCLI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand Lyrics: 1 Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand In every chastening stroke; And while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke. 2 To thee in my distress I cry'd, And thou hast bow'd thy ear; Thy pow'rful word my life prolong'd, And brought salvation near. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, That,with the pious throng, I may record my solemn vows, And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our lab'ring breath: Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death. 5 My God, in thine appointed hour Those heav'nly gates display, Where pain and sin, and fear and death For ever flee away. 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, With raptures bow around, My anthems to deliv'ring grace, In sweeter strains shall sound. Topics: Sickness Praise for recovery from Scripture: Psalm 118:18-19 Languages: English

The grieved spirit entreated not to depart

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CVIII (1799) First Line: Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay Topics: Spirit Intreated not to depart; Spirit Intreated not to depart Scripture: Psalm 51:11 Languages: English

A dying Saviour

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #LXVIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies Lyrics: 1 Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise: See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from every bleeding wound; The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes. 3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow; And yet my heart unmov'd remain, Insensible to love or pain? 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warn this cold, this stupid heart! 'Till all its pow'rs and passions move In melting grief, and ardent love. Topics: Christ His death Languages: English

The influence of the spirit experienced

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CVII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Sure the blest comforter is nigh Lyrics: 1 Sure the blest comforter is nigh, 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hope forever die, And every cheering ray depart. 2 When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice the tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice? 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent with my heart aspires; Can it be less than pow'r divine, Which animates these strong desires? 4 What less than thy almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust? 5 And when my cheerful hope can say, I love my God, and taste his grace, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 6 Let thy kind spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love, And light and heavenly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. Topics: Spirit Experienced; Spirit Experienced Scripture: John 14:16-17 Languages: English

Longing for Heaven

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CLXXI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sure 'tis in vain to seek for bliss Lyrics: 1 Sure 'tis in vain to seek for bliss, For bliss can ne'er be found, 'Till we arrive where Jesus is, And tread on heav'nly ground. 2 There's nothing round the spreading skies, Or on this earthy clod; Nothing, my soul that's worth thy joys, Or lovely as thy God. 3 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love, To feel his quick'ning grace; And all the heav'n I hope above, Is but to see his face. 4 Why move my years in slow delay? And why this fear to die? Death's but a guide that leads my way, To a superior sky. 5 Dear Sov'reign, break these vital strings, That bind me to my clay; Help me to rise and stretch my wings, And mount and soar away. Topics: Death The Christian's passage to glory; Heaven Longed for; Death The Christian's passage to glory; Heaven Longed for Languages: English

Celestial prospects

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCLXXXI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet glories rush upon my sight Lyrics: 1 Sweet glories rush upon my sight, And charm my won'dring eyes; The regions of immortal light, The beauties of the skies? 2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores! Ye lands of endless day! Swift on my view your prospect pours, And drives my griefs away. 3 There's a delightful clearness now, My clouds of doubt are gone, Fled is my former darkness too, My fears are all withdrawn. 4 Short is the passage--short the space Between my home and me; There! there behold the radiant place! How near the mansions be! 6 Immortal wonders! boundless things! In those dear worlds appear; Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings, And in these glories share. Topics: Heaven Prospect of Languages: English

O that I were as in months past

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXLII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sweet was the time when first I felt Lyrics: 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd His praises tun'd my tongue; And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. 3 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 4 But now when ev'ning shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 5 My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, For Jesus hides his face; I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case. 6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail, And make my soul thy care; I know thy mercy cannot fail, Let me that mercy share. Topics: Light Desired; Light Desired; Christian Desiring a return of light Scripture: Job 29:2 Languages: English

Praise for the Incarnation

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #XXXIV (1799) First Line: Sweeter sounds than music knows Lyrics: 1 Sweeter sounds than music knows, Charm me in Emmanuel's name; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth, and cross, and shame. 2 When he came the angels sung, "Glory be to God on high;" Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue, Who shall louder sing than I? 3 Did the LORD a man become, That he might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room, Canst thou then my tongue, be still? 4 No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are and weak; For, should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak. 5 O my Saviour, Shield and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, husband, Friend, Ev'ry precious name in one, I will love thee without end. Topics: Incarnation of Christ; Praise For the incarnation; Incarnation of Christ; Praise For the incarnation Languages: English

Thanksgiving Hymn

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCLXXVIII (1799) First Line: Swell the anthem, raise the song! Lyrics: 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song! Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing, Praise to heav'ns Almighty King. 2 Blessings from his lib'ral hand, Pour around this happy land; Let our hearts beneath his sway, Hail the bright triumphant day. 3 Lo! the trembling nations stand, Smote by thy avenging hand; O'er their wide-extended plains, Awful desolation reigns. 4 Yet, to Thee our joys ascend, Thou hast been our heav'nly friend, Guarded by thy mighty pow'r, Peace and freedom bless our shore. 5 Here beneath a virtuous sway, Subjects cheerfully obey, Here we feel no tyrant's rod, here we own, and worship god. 6 Hark! the voice of nature sings, Praises to the King of kings; let us join the choral song, And the heav'nly notes prolong. Topics: Thanksgiving Languages: English