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How happy are they

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First. 1 How happy are they, Who the Saviuor obey, And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That comfort was mine, When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believ'd, O what joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus's name! 3 'Twas a heaven below The Saviour to know; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see! He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love I was carry'd above All sin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever should grieve That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky, Freely justify'd I! Nor envy'd Elijah his seat: My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 Oh! the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Languages: English

Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing can now relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English

How shall a lost sinner in pain

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVIII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain, Recover his forfeited peace? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release? Will mercy itself be so kind To spare such a rebel as me? And O! can I possibly find Such plenteous redemption in thee! 2 O Jesus, of thee I require, If still thou art able to save, The brand to pluck out of the fire, And ransom my soul from the grave? The help of thy spirit restore, And show me the life-giving blood, And pardon a sinner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jesus, in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a lost soul, To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole: The balm of thy mercy apply, (Thou seest the sore anguish I feel) Save, Lord, or I perish, I die, O save, or I sink into hell! 4 I sink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to shew, Come quickly, and kindly display The pow'r of thy passion below. By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore: Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more. Languages: English

Where is my God, my joy, my hope

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCIX (1788) Topics: Backslider For the Morning Lyrics: 1 Where is my God, my joy, my hope The dear desire of nations where? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up, To thee directs her morning prayer; And spreads her arms of faith abroad, To embrace my hope, my joy, my God! 2 Mine eyes prevent the morning ray, Looking, and longing for thy word: Come, O my Jesus, come away, And let my heart receive its Lord; Which pants and struggles to be free, And breaks to be detain'd from thee. 3 Appear in me bright Morning-Star, And scatter all the shades of night! I saw thee once, and came from far, But quickly lost thy transient light; And now again in darkness pine, Till thou throughout my nature shine. 4 In patient hope I now take heed To the sure word of promis'd grace, Whose rays a feeble lustre shed, Faint, glimmering through the darksome place; Till thou thy glorious light impart, And rise, the Day-Star in my heart. 5 Come, Lord, be manifested here, And all the devil's works destroy; Now without sin in me appear, And fill with everlasting joy: Thy beatific face display, Thy presence is the perfect day. Languages: English

How happy are they

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First. 1 How happy are they, Who the Saviuor obey, And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love! 2 That comfort was mine, When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believ'd, O what joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus's name! 3 'Twas a heaven below The Saviour to know; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see! He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffer'd, and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love I was carry'd above All sin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky, Freely justify'd I! Nor envy'd Elijah his seat: My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 Oh! the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Languages: English

Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing can no relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English

How shall a lost sinner in pain

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVIII (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain, Recover his forfeited peace? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release? Will mercy itself be so kind To spare such a rebel as me? And O! can I possibly find Such plenteous redemption in thee! 2 O Jesus, of thee I require, If still thou art able to save, The brand to pluck out of the fire, And ransom my soul from the grave? The help of thy Spirit restore, And show me the life-giving blood, And pardon a sinner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jesus, in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a lost soul, To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole: The balm of thy mercy apply, (Thou seest the sore anguish I feel) Save, Lord, or I perish, I die, O save, or I sink into hell! 4 I sink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to shew; Come quickly, and kindly display The pow'r of thy passion below. By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore; Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more. Languages: English

For the Morning

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCIX (1790) Topics: Backslider First Line: Where is my God, my joy, my hope Lyrics: 1 Where is my God, my joy, my hope, The dear desire of nations, where? Jesus to thee my soul looks up, To thee directs her morning-prayer; And spreads her arms of faith abroad, T' embrace my hope, my joy, my God! 2 Mine eyes prevent the morning-ray, Looking, and longing for thy word; Com, O my Jesus, come away, And let my heart receive its Lord; Which pants and struggles to be free, And breaks to be detain'd from thee. 3 Appear in me bright Morning-Star, And scatter all the shades of night! I saw thee once, and came from far, But quickly lost thy transient light; And now again in darkness pine, Till thou throughout my nature shine. 4 In patient hope I now take heed To the sure word of promis'd grace, Whose rays a feeble lustre shed, Faint, glimmering thro' the darksome place; Till thou thy glorious light impart, And rise, the Day-Star in my heart. 5 Come, Lord, be manifested here, And all the devil's works destroy; Now without sin in me appear, And fill with everlasting joy: Thy beatific face display, Thy presence is the perfect day. Languages: English

Lamenting the absence of the Spirit

Hymnal: New Hymn and Tune Book #11c (1889) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Humiliation Backslidings Lamented First Line: O for a closer walk with God Scripture: Galatians 4:15 Languages: English Tune Title: BALERMA