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Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XCVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue; His new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son; His pow'r the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 The joyous earth, the bending skies His glorious train display; Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise, Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold he comes, he comes to bless The nations as their God; To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. 6 His voice shall raise the slumb'ring dead, And bid the world draw near; How will the guilty nations dread, To see their judge appear! Topics: Christ's first and second Coming Scripture: Psalm 96 Languages: English
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Songs of immortal praise belong

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXI.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Songs of immortal praise belong To my Almighty God; He has my heart and he my tongue To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hands has wrought. How glorious in our sight! And men in ev'ry age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How fair and beauteous nature's frame! How wise the eternal mind! His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts design'd. 4 When he redeem'd his chosen sons, He fix'd his cov'nant sure; The orders that his lips pronounce, To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heav'nly skill proclaim; What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name? 6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace; Is our divinest skill! And he's the wisest of our race That best obeys thy will. Topics: The Wisdom of God in his Works Scripture: Psalm 111:1-6 Languages: English
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Soon as I heard my father say

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXVII.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 6 Soon as I heard my father say, "Ye children, seek my grace," My heart reply'd without delay, "I’ll seek my Father’s face." 7 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away; God of my life, I fly to thee In a distressing day. 8 Should friends and kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die, My God would make my life his care, And all my need supply. 9 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief, Had not my soul believ'd, To see thy grace provide relief; Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 10 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, And keep your courage up; He’ll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope. Topics: Prayer and Hope Scripture: Psalm 27:6-10 Languages: English
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Speak, O ye judges of the earth

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Speak, O ye judges of the earth, If just your sentence be: Or must not innocence appeal To heav'n from your decree? 2 Your wicked hearts and judgements are Alike by malice sway'd; Your griping hands, by weighty bribes, To violence betray'd. 3 To virtue strangers, from the womb, Their infant steps went wrong; They prattled slander, and in lies Employ'd their lisping tongue. 4 No serpent of parch'd Afric's breed Does ranker poison bear; The drowsy adder will as soon, Unlock his sullen ear. 5 Unmov'd by good advice, and deaf As adders they remain; From whom the skilful charmer's voice Can no attention gain. 6 Defeat, O God, their threat'ning rage, And timely break their pow'r: Disarm these growling lions' jaws, E're practis'd to devour. 7 Let now their insolence, at height, Like ebbing tides, be spent; Their shiver'd darts deceive their aim, When they their bow have bent. 8 Like snails let them dissolve to slime; Like hasty births become Unworthy to behold the sun, And dead within the womb. 9 E'er thorns can make the flesh-pot boil, Tempest'ous wrath shall come From God, and snatch them hence alive, To their eternal doom. 10 The righteous shall rejoice to see, Their crimes with vengeance meet; And saints in persecutor's blood Shall dip their harmless feet. 11 Transgressors then with grief shall see Just men rewards obtain, And own a God, whose justice will The guilty earth arraign. Topics: Warning to Magistrates Scripture: Psalm 58 Languages: English
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Strange is the faithful christian's life

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CXXV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Strange is the faithful christian's life, What doth he feel within? A constant war, continual strife, To crush the pow'r of sin. 2 He seeks the will of God to do, And should he watch and pray; Yet his own will is working too! And leads his mind astray. 3 What oppositions does he fell! Doth not the thing he should. Contrary to his mind and will, He cannot as he would. 4 The flesh against the spirit lust, The will is captive led; Until the soul renews the trust; In Christ the living head. 5 Thus shall he overcome at last! In vain he shall not strive; For Jesus has him promise pass'd, To keep his faith alive. 6 Influenc'd by the spirit' pow'r! His lusts shall be subdu'd-- And he shall be enslav'd no more, Nor break his peace with God. 7 Dear Lord, with hopes on thee relied, I know I shall succeed: Till all my lusts are crucified, And I be fully freed. Topics: 14th Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Galatians 5:16-24 Languages: English
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Supported by especial grace

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #XLVI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Supported by especial grace, And by superior pow'r upheld, The faithful christian runs his race, To gain the vict'ry and the field. 2 But O, how foolish and unwise! Could it be truly said to be? For those who fain would gain the prize And yet not strive for mastery. 3 To gain the never fading crown, Each reigning sin must be subdu'd; The haughty spirit must come down, And yield unto the ways of God. 4 The soul, with carnal mind beset, Can never speed in holiness: But still oppress'd with ev'ry weight Of sin, and burthens of distress. 5 All candidates for Glory must, Be watching unto constant pray'r-- To crucify their pride and lust, If they desire the crown to wear. 6 May I be wise to act my part, And evermore be on my guard, To watch and pray with all my heart, And wait the comming of my Lord. Topics: Septuagesima Sunday Scripture: 1 Corinthians 9:24-27 Languages: English
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Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXLV.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 7 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav’nly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 8 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies. 9 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 10 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. 11 Creatures with all their endless race Thy pow'r and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy name. Topics: The Goodness of God Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English
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Sweet is the work, my God, my King

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XCII.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name give thanks and sing, To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works and bless his word, Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Luke brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see and hear and know All I desir'd, or wish'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Topics: A Psalm for the Lord's Day Scripture: Psalm 92:1-5 Languages: English
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Take up your Cross and follow me!

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCLXXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Take up your Cross and follow me! Saith Christ, our blessed Lord; If my disciples ye would be, And have the great reward. 2 See that ye mortify your pride, And be of humble mind; Your lusts must all be crucifi'd To which you are inclin'd. 3 To be oppos'd to ev'ry ill, Is the real christian's state; Such only do the Saviour's will, Who share his lot and fate. 4 To follow Jesus in his way, Where ever it may lead: Through good and evil as it may! Such follow him indeed. 5 To follow Christ, and him alone, Our governour and head; Entitles us to wear the crown, As the apostle said. 6 The greatest bliss on earth below, Or in the heav'n above: Is Jesus and his Cross to know; To taste and feel his love. Topics: The Imitation of Christ Languages: English
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Teach me the measure of my days

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXIX.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 5 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 6 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. 7 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 8 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 9 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 10 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all. Topics: The Vanity of Man as Mortal Scripture: Psalm 39:5-10 Languages: English

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