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A sound our God we often hear

Author: Amos R. Wells Hymnal: HVSP1792 #d1 (1792) Languages: English

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #1 (1792) First Line: The love of God that boundless sea Lyrics: 1 The love of God that boundless sea, That sweet eternal chain, Unites the blest eternal three, To us poor dying men. 2 Without beginning, without end, We find the love of God; When we were rebels, here's the friend, That bought us with his blood. 3 The richest grace, the sweetest love, Our God our heavenly King, Leaves all his majesty above, To wear our guilt and sin. 4 Self-moving goodness, O the theme, This precious sea of love, The saints are now a swimming in, In the bright world above. 5 It fills our souls with wonder here To contemplate the theme; What will it be when we appear, And see as we are seen. 6 Come stretch your wings ye saints below; Come reach for things above; The more of God and heav'n we know, The more our souls will love. 7 Oh how we long to reach the shore, Where love forever reigns; And bid farewell forever more, To sin and satan's chains. 8 Then we begin the living song, Grace, grace to it we cry; Both the foundation and top stoe, In grace cemented lie. 5 It fills our souls with wonder here To contemplate the theme; What will it be when we appear, And see as we are seen. Languages: English

Happiness in Believing

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #2 (1792) First Line: O blessed day of rest Lyrics: 1 O blessed day of rest, And happy time of love, When we shall lean on Jesus breast, In the bright world above. 2 Will this e'er be the case, With me, poor worthless me? I must ascribe it all to grace, If this should ever be. 3 But O that boundless love, That rich eternal sea; It fills the shining worlds above, And reaches down to me. 4 Praise, praise the blessed name, Of Christ our Lord and King; Invite him in our hearts to reign, While we his praises sing. 5 Lord help me wing away, And leave these earthly things; Yes, take a view of endless day, Where saints and angels sing. 6 The saints were once below, As full of doubts as we; But now with love their features glow, While they their Saviour see. 7 Rejoice this soul of mine, Jesus is now above; Lord give me faith on high to climb, And taste those streams of love. Languages: English

Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near

Author: John Fawcett Hymnal: HVSP1792 #d3 (1792) Languages: English

Deliverance from Temptation

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #3 (1792) First Line: Hark! hark! I hear my Saviour's voice Lyrics: 1 Hark! hark! I hear my Saviour's voice, But satan quickly comes behind; Fain would my soul in God rejoice, But ah! what tumults fill the mind. 2 Be still, be still, I long to hear, What Jesus my dear Lord doth say; He is my pilot yet I fear, Your tumults makes me lose the way. 3 Dear Jesus help me in this way, The ransom'd of the Lord hath trod; The lions whelp, the vultures eye, Hath never seen, nor trod the road. 4 Nor could my eyes behold this way, 'Till Jesus for my help did rise, And with the spittle and the clay, Sweetly anointed both mine eyes. 5 Eternal praise to thy name, That thou hast eyes to give the blind; And feet also to give the lame, Wealth, joy and peace, in thee we find. 6 Nor shall my soul again complain, For thou hath set my foe behind; He cannot go beyond his chain, To hurt thy friends among mankind. 7 So I will run the blessed race, Eternal joy I soon shall find; Satan can never fill the path, Since Christ has bid him go behind. Languages: English

Longing after Christ

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #4 (1792) First Line: I long to march the heavenly road Lyrics: 1 I long to march the heavenly road, Converse on holy things; Yea, tread the temple of my God, and see the king of kings. 2 There Jesus' gospel sweetly sounds, O how the glory rings; The chief of sinners heal their wounds, And see the king of kings. 3 There Jesus takes them for his brides, Adorns their hands with rings; And they walk sweetly by his side, And see the king of kings. 4 They sweetly lean upon his breast, And hear of heavenly things; O here they find a blessed rest, And see the king of kings. 5 Their minds survey the worlds above, Think how the Angels sing; They sweetly taste of Jesus love, And see the king of kings. 6 Come all that view that heavenly shore, And seraphs that have wings, Exalt his praises more and more, And see the king of kings. 7 Come sinners let it be your aim, To search for heavenly things; Come put your trust in Jesus hame, And see the king of kings. Languages: English

Attractive pleasures seize the mind

Author: Amos R. Wells Hymnal: HVSP1792 #d5 (1792) Languages: English

Leaving all for Christ

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #5 (1792) First Line: Behold this Sodom here below Lyrics: 1 Behold this Sodom here below, I leave it all to you, Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 2 My worldly cares will prove my wos, I bid them all adieu; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 3 The word of God hath brought me low, Being conscious it is true; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 4 Not all my pray'rs nor tears that flow, Can form my soul anew; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 5 I hear the terms are very low, But money will not do; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 6 In all my righteousness I know, There's nothing that is true; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. 7 Like Abraham's servant I must know, And like him would prove true; Hinder me not for I must go, My Jesus to pursue. Languages: English

O Lord of hosts, I long to know

Hymnal: HVSP1792 #6 (1792) Lyrics: 1 O Lord of hosts I long to know, Whether I've past a saving change; If really it is not so, Then all my works to the are strange. 2 I pass among thy children here, To be thy follow'r and thy friend; Yet lord at times I greatly fear, That death to this will put an end. 3 How can I bear to leave the saints, And hear thy sentence, Go– depart! Lord at the thought my spirit faints, To hear the word will break my heart. 4 Sometimes I fell a stupid frame, But sure it doth a burden prove; Kindle my passions to a flame, And fill my soul with sacred love. 5 Lord lift my soul above her fears, For perfect love will cast them out; Dear Jesus wipe away my tears, And give me faith beyond a doubt. 6 Sure then my soul will join the throng, That speak thy praises more and more, And when I die begin the song, That will be new forevermore. Languages: English