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The Trembling Gaoler

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #51 (1803) First Line: A believer, free from care Lyrics: 1 A believer, free from care, May in chains or dungeons sing, (If the Lord be with him there) And he happier than a king Paul and Silas thus confin'd, Though their backs were torn by whips, Yet possessing peace of mind, Sung his praise with joyful lips. 2 Suddenly the prison shook, Open flew the iron doors, And the gaoler, terror-struck, Now his captives' help implores: Trembling at their feet he fell, "Tell me firs, what must I do To be sav'd from grief and hell? None can tell me this but you." 3 "Look to Jesus, (they reply'd) If on him thou canst believe; By the death that he has dy'd, Thou salvation shall receive: While the living word he heard, Faith sprung up within his heart, And releas'd from all he fear'd, In their joy his soul had part. 4 Sinners, Christ is still the same, O that you could likewise fear! Then the mention of his name Would be music to your ear; Jesus rescues Satan's slaves, His dear wounds still plead, "Forgive!" Jesus to the utmost saves Sinners look on him and live. Languages: English

Parting for Eternity

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #110 (1803) First Line: A solemn march we make Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasures leave. 2 O what a striking scene, In this cold grave appears, A mortal turn'd to dust again, Quite spun out all his years. 3 And we who now attend, Must soon resign our breath, God will the solemn summons send, By dreadful ghastly death. 4 If myself the next should be, That crumble with the dust; My soul--what then becomes of thee? Hast thou a lot with Christ? 5 Since I attended here, My moments swiftly glide, And death upon their wings they bear A quick perpetual tide. 6 Now let me home return, And strive my soul to save; Lest I in hell should ever burn, And, with the damned rave. 7 Jesus, despised friend, I'll slight thy love no more; Dear Saviour now that spirit send Which I so griev'd before. 8 Then I'll prepare to meet, My Jesus at his bar, For ever worship at his feet, And sing his praises there. Languages: English

The Burdened Sinner

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #82 (1803) First Line: Ah, what can I do Lyrics: 1 Ah, what can I do, Or where be secure! If justice pursue What heart can endure The heart breaks asunder, Tho' hard as a stone, When God speaks in thunder, And makes himself known. 2 With terror I read My sin's heavy force, The numbers exceed The sands on the shore; Guilt makes me unable To stand or to flee So Cain murder'd Abel, And trembled like me. 3 Each sin, like his blood, With a terrible cry, Calls loudly on God To strike from on high: Nor can my repentance, Extorted by fear, Reverse the just sentence, 'Tis just, tho' severe. 4 The case is too plain, I have my own choice; Again and again I slighted his voice: His warnings neglected, His patience abus'd His gospel rejected, His mercy refus'd. 5 And must I then go, For ever to dwell In torments and woe With devils in hell! Oh where is the Saviour I scorn'd in times past; His word in my favour Would save me at last. 6 Lord Jesus on thee I venture to call, O look upon me The vilest of all; For whom didst thou languish, And bleed on the tree? O pity my anguish; And say, " 'Twas for thee." 7 A case such as mine Will honour thy pow'r, And hell will repine, All heaven adore; If in condemnation Strict justice takes place, It shines in salvation More glorious thro' grace. Languages: English

Faith's Reviw and Expectation

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #18 (1803) First Line: Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) Lyrics: 1 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. 5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call'd me here below, Will be for ever mine. Languages: English

Entrance Into Paradise

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #219 (1803) First Line: And is this heav'n? and am I there! Lyrics: 1 And is this heav'n? and am I there! How short the road!how swift the flight I am all life, all eye, all ear; Jesus is here--my soul's delight. 2 Is this the heav'nly friend who hung, In blood and anguish on the tree, Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung, Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me? 3 How fair thou offspring of my God! Thou first born image of his face! Thy death procur'd this blest abode, Thy vital beams adorn the place. 4 Lo, he presents me at the throne All praises--there the Godhead reigns Sublime and peaceful thro' the Son: Awake, my voice, in heav'nly strains. Languages: English

The Effort--In Another Measure

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #127 (1803) First Line: Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat Lyrics: 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers pray'r; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely prest, By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding place! That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, "thou hast dy'd. 5 O wond'rous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. 6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul be still, My promis'd grace receive;" 'Tis Jesus speaks, I must, I will, I can, I do believe. Languages: English

A Hymn for Christmass Day

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #221b (1803) First Line: Arise, and hail the sacred day Lyrics: 1 Arise and hail the sacred day, Cast all low cares of life away, And thought of meaner things: This day to cure our deadly woes, The Son of Righteousness arose, With healing in his wings. 2 If angels on that happy morn, The Saviour of the world was born, Pour'd forth seraphic songs; Much more should we of human race, Adore the wonders of his grace, To whom the grace belongs. 3 How wonderful, how vast his love, Who left the shining realms above, Those happy seats of rest! How much for lost mankind he bore, Their peace and pardon to restore, Can never be express'd. 4 Whilst we adore his boundless grace, And pious mirth and joy take place Of sorrow, grief and pain. Give glory to our God on high, And not amongst the gen'ral joy, Forget good will to men. 5 O! then let heav'n and earth rejoice, Creation's whole united voice, And hymn that happy day; When sin and Satan vanquish'd fell, And all the pow'rs of death and hell, Before his sov'reign sway. Languages: English

Naaman

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #16 (1803) First Line: Before Elisha's gate Lyrics: 1 Before Elisha's gate The Syrian leper stood, But could not brook to wait, He deem'd himself too good: He thought the prophet would attend, And not to him a message send. 2 Have I this journey come, And will he not be seen? I were as well at home, Would washing make me clean: Why must I wash in Jordan's flood? Damascus' rivers are as good. 3 Thus, by his foolish pride, He almost miss'd a cure; Howe'er at length he try'd And found the method sure: Soon as his pride was brought to yield, His leprosy was quickly heal'd. 4 Leprous and proud as he, To Jesus thus I came, From sin to set me free, When first I heard his fame: Surely, thought I, my pompous train Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devis'd the way Which I suppos'd he'd take; And when I found delay, Was ready to go back: Had he some painful task enjoin'd I to performance seem'd inclin'd. 6 When by his word he spake, "that fountain open'd see; "Twas open'd for thy sake, "Go wash and thou art free:" Oh! how did my proud heart gainsay, I fear'd to trust this simple way. 7 At length I trial made, When I had much endur'd, The message I obey'd, I wash'd and I was cur'd: Sinners this healing fountain try Which cleans'd a wretch so vile as I. Languages: English

I Will Trust and Not Be Afraid

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #131 (1803) First Line: Begone, unbelief Lyrics: 1 Begone unbelief, My Saviour is near, And for my relief Will surely appear: By pray'r let me wrestle, And he will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Tho' dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis his to provide: Tho' cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail, The word he has spoken Shall surely prevail. 3 His love in time past Forbids me to think He'll leave me at last In trouble to sink' Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review confirms his good pleasure To help me quite thro'. 4 Determin'd to save, He watch'd o'er my path When Satan's blind slave, I sported with death; And can he have taught me To trust in his name, And thus far have brought me To put me to shame? 5 Why should I complain Of want or distress Temptation or pain? He told me no less; The heirs of salvation, I knew from his word, Through much tribulation, Must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter the cup, No heart can conceive, Which he drunk quite up, That sinners might live! His way was much rougher, And darker than mine; Did Jesus thus suffer, And shall I repine? 7 Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, The med'cine is food; Tho' painful at present, 'Twill cease before long, And then, oh how pleasant, The conqueror's song! Languages: English

The Portion of Sinners

Hymnal: HSSC1803 #95 (1803) First Line: Behold that great and awful day Lyrics: 1 Behold that great and awful day Of parting soon will come, When sinners must be hurl'd away; And christians gather'd home! 2 The one with Dives for water cry, And gnaw their tongues in pain, And gnash their teeth and crisp and fry, And wring their hands in vain. 3 Now hail! all hail! ye frightful ghosts, With whom I once did dwell, And spent my days in frantic mirth, And danc'd my soul to hell! 4 You me about the flood did drag, And caus'd my soul to sin; And devils now your mouth shall gag, And force the fuel in. 5 Perhaps the parent sees the child Sink down to endless flames, With shrieks, and howls and bitter cries, Never to rise again. 6 O father! see my blazing hands, Mother! behold your child! Against you now a witness stands Amidst the flames confin'd! 7 The child, perhaps, the parents view, Go headlong down to hell; Gone with the rest of Satan's crew, And bid the child farewell! 8 The husband sees his piteous wife, With whom he once did dwell, Depart with groans and bitter cries, My husband! fare you well! 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see, The man she once did love, Sink down to endless misery Whilst she is crown'd above! 10 Then shall the saints through grace combin'd, Drink in eternal love: In Jesu's image there to shine, And reign with him above. 11 O how it lifts my soul to think, Of meeting round the throne, Eternal joys there for to drink, Where sorrows never come. Languages: English