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Alas, My Aching Heart

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7921 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Alas, my aching heart! Lyrics: 1 Alas, my aching heart! Here the keen torment lies; It racks my waking hours with smart, And frights my slumbering eyes. 2 Guilt will be hid no more, My griefs take vent apace, The crimes that blot my conscience o’er Flush crimson in my face. 3 My sorrows like a flood Impatient of restraint Into Thy bosom, O my God, Pour out a long complaint. 4 This impious heart of mine Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to sin In presence of Thy sword. 5 As often have I stood A rebel to the skies, The calls, the tenders of a God, And mercy’s loudest cries. 6 He offers all His grace, And all His heaven to me; Offers! But ’tis to senseless brass That can nor feel nor see. 7 Jesus the Savior stands To court me from above, And looks and spreads His wounded hands, And shows the prints of love. 8 But I, a stupid fool, How long have I withstood The blessings purchased with His soul, And paid for all in blood? 9 The heav’nly Dove came down And tendered me His wings, To mount me upward to a crown And bright immortal things. 10 Lord, I’m ashamed to say That I refused Thy Dove, And sent Thy Spirit grieved away To His own realms of love. 11 Nor all Thine heav’nly charms, Nor Thy revenging hand Could force me to lay down my arms, And bow to Thy command. 12 Lord, ’tis against Thy face My sins like arrows rise, And yet, and yet, O matchless grace Thy thunder silent lies. 13 O shall I never feel The meltings of Thy love? Am I of such hell-hardened steel That mercy cannot move? 14 Now for one powerful glance Dear Savior, from Thy face! This rebel heart no more withstands, But sinks beneath Thy grace. 15 O’ercome by dying love I fall, And at Thy cross I lie; I throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and die. 16 Rise, says the Prince of mercy, rise; With joy and pity in His eyes: “Rise and behold My wounded veins; Here flows the blood to wash thy stains. 17 See, My great Father’s reconciled: He said, and lo, the Father smiled; The joyful cherubs clapped their wings, And sounded grace on all their strings. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Father And Canst Thou Me Receive?

Author: Christian H. Bateman, 1813-1889 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8568 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father and canst Thou me receive Lyrics: 1 Father and canst Thou me receive, So deep by sin defiled? And canst Thou let the rebel live And own Thy wandering child? 2 All sin, all rags, just as I am, My Father, will I come, All over guilt, I blush with shame, And yet through Christ I come. 3 Thy choicest robe shall deck me well Thy smile, my spirit cheer, Bright angels loud my welcome tell, Thy voice disperse my fear. 4 Oh wondrous grace! Oh love divine! That lets the sinner live, Father, receive me now as Thine, And now Thy welcome give! Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Yonder Amazing Sight I See

Author: Samuel Stennett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8698 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Yonder—amazing sight!—I see Lyrics: 1 Yonder—amazing sight!—I see Th’incarnate Son of God, Expiring on the accursèd tree, And weltering in His blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run Down from His hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darkened sky, Proclaim the truth aloud; And with th’amazed centurion cry, "This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice, May well my hope revive: If God’s own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live. 5 O that these cords of love divine, Might draw me, Lord to Thee, Thou hast my heart, it shall be Thine— Thine it shall ever be! Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

The Spring, Great God, At Thy Command

Author: Thomas Gibbons Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8876 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The spring, great God, at Thy command, Leads forth the smiling year; Gay verdure, foliage, blooms and flowers, T’adorn her reign, appear. 2 But soon canst Thou in righteous wrath Blast all the promised joy, The elements await Thy nod To bless, or to destroy. 3 The sun, Thy minister of love, That from the naked ground Calls forth the hidden seeds to birth, And spreads their beauties round; 4 But now, at God’s dread order sends Destructive darts and fires; Hills, plains, and vales are parched with drought, And blooming life expires. 5 Like burnished brass, the heav’n around In angry terror burns; Our earth becomes a joyless waste, And into iron turns. 6 O pity, Lord, in our distress, Nor with our land contend; Bid the avenging skies relent, And showers of mercy send. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Long Has Divine Compassion Strove

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9474 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Long has divine compassion strove With this rebellious land; O justice, long has pleading love Withheld thy dreadful hand. 2 At lengths, ye people, lift your eyes, Your crimes no more pursue; Behold the gathering tempest rise, And tremble at the view! 3 See, fraught with vengeance, how it spreads! To mercy instant fly; E’er yet it burst upon your heads, Repent, repent—or die. 4 Late raging storm, ’twas mercy stayed, Her voice destruction heard, Th’impetuous winds her voice obeyed, And awful justice spared. 5 Shall every warning be in vain Your ruin to prevent? Indulgent mercy calls again, Return, repent! repent! 6 The voice, ye people, hear with awe, O hear, and turn to God; Lest mercy, long abused, withdraw, And leave you to the rod. 7 Almighty God, Thy powerful grace Can change us, and forgive; Can save a guilty rebel race, And say, Repent, and live. 8 O let Thy powerful grace appear, And justice sheath her sword; Then shall a rescued nation fear And love and praise the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

See, Gracious God, Before Thy Throne

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9516 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 See, gracious God, before Thy throne Thy mourning people bend! ’Tis on Thy sovereign grace alone, Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from Thy hand, Thy dreadful power display: Yet mercy spares this guilty land, And yet we live to pray. 3 Great God, and why this nation spare, Ungrateful as we are? O be these awful warnings heard, While mercy cries, Forebear. 4 What numerous crimes increasing rise, Where Satan shows his smile? What land so favored of the skies, And yet what land so vile? 5 How changed, alas! are truths divine, For error, guilt and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name! 6 O bid us turn, almighty Lord, By Thy resistless grace; Then shall our hearts obey Thy word, And humble seek Thy face. 7 Then should insulting foes invade, We shall not sink in fear; Secure of never failing aid, If God, our God, is near. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Dear Lord! Behold Our Sore Distress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Dear Lord! behold our sore distress; Our sins attempt to reign; Stretch out Thine arm of conquering grace, And let Thy foes be slain. 2 The lion with his dreadful roar Affrights Thy feeble sheep: Reveal the glory of Thy power, And chain him to the deep. 3 Must we indulge a long despair? Shall our petitions die? Our mournings never reach Thine ear, Nor tears affect Thine eye? 4 If Thou despise a mortal groan, Yet hear a Savior’s blood; An advocate so near the throne Pleads and prevails with God. 5 He brought the Spirit’s powerful sword To slay our deadly foes; Our sins shall die beneath Thy Word, And hell in vain oppose. 6 How boundless is our Father’s grace, In height, and depth, and length! He makes his Son our righteousness, His Spirit is our strength. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Awake, My Drowsy Soul

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12576 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Awake, my drowsy soul, awake Lyrics: 1 Awake, my drowsy soul, awake And view the threatening scene: The foes in legion camp around, And treachery lurks within. 2 ’Tis not this mortal life alone These enemies assail; All thine eternal hopes are lost, If their attempts prevail. 3 Now to the work of God awake; Behold thy Maker near; The various, arduous task pursue With vigor and with fear. 4 The awful register goes on, Th’account will surely come, And opening day, or closing night May bear me to my doom. 5 Tremendous thought! How deep it strikes! Yet like a dream it flies, Till God’s own voice the slumbers chase From these deluded eyes. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

When Wild Confusion Wrecks The Air

Author: Mather Byles Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14441 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When wild confusion wrecks the air And tempests rend the skies, Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire In harsh disorder rise; 2 Safe in my Savior’s love I’ll stand And strike a tuneful song, My harp all trembling in my hand, And all inspired my tongue. 3 I’ll shout aloud, Ye thunders, roll, And shake the sullen sky; Your sounding voices, pole to pole In angry murmurs cry. 4 The earth, she totters on her base, And clouds the heav’n deform; Blow, all ye winds from every place, And rush the final storm. 5 Come quickly, blessèd hope, appear, Bid swift thy chariot fly, Let angels tell thy coming near, And snatch me to the sky. 6 Around thy wheels in gladdest throng I’d bear a joyful part; All hallelujah on my tongue, All rapture in my heart. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Great God, The Terrors Of Thy Wrath

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16118 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, the terrors of Thy wrath Lyrics: 1 Great God, the terrors of Thy wrath, What mortal tongue can tell? A fiery stream comes issuing forth, And lights the flames of hell. 2 No mitigation can it know, Nor ever have an end; Its greatness and duration, too, All finite thought transcend. 3 But Thou, oh Lord, hast formed a plan, Replete with wondrous grace. To raise the fallen creature, man, To perfect happiness. 4 Through the atonement of my Lord, All sin may be forgiv’n; ‘Tis He removes the flaming sword, Which barred the way to Heaven. 5 Should all the pow’rs of earth and hell Their force against me join, His cross will all my fears dispel, And fill with peace divine. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR