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He Comes, He Comes! The Son Of God
Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16116 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics:
1 He comes, He comes! the Son of God
Descends from yonder sky;
Bright clouds compose His lofty seat,
And round Him angels fly.
2 Millions of millions trembling stand
Before His awful throne,
Summoned a strict account to give,
Of works which they have done.
3 Oh then may all my fears subside,
My sins and sorrows end,
And in the Judge may I behold
My Savior and my friend.
Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
He Comes, He Comes! The Son Of God
In Thy Great Indignation, Lord
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13682 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord,
Do Thou rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand,
In Thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick,
Thy hand doth press me sore;
And in my flesh there is no health,
Nor soundness any more.
3 This grief I have because Thy wrath
Is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
For sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above my head
My great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
Too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt;
My folly makes it so.
I troubled am, and much bowed down;
All day I mourning go.
6 For a disease which loathsome is
So fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
No soundness doth remain.
7 So feeble and infirm am I,
And broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
8 O Lord, all that I do desire
Is still before Thy eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
Not hidden are from Thee.
9 My heart doth pant incessantly,
My strength doth quite decay;
As for my eyes, their wonted light
Is from me gone away.
10 My lovers and my friends do stand
At distance from my sore;
And they do stand aloof who were
Kinsmen and kind before.
11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares;
And they who would me wrong
Have spoken mischief, and deceits
Imagined all day long.
12 But as one deaf, I did not hear,
I suffered all to pass;
And as a dumb man I became,
Whose mouth not opened was.
13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
Are no reproofs at all:
For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God
Will hear me when I call.
14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they
Rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
Because my foot doth slide."
15 For I am near to halt, my grief
Is still before my eye;
I will declare my sin, and grieve
For my iniquity.
16 But yet my foes are full of life,
My enemies are strong;
And they are greatly multiplied
Who hate and would me wrong.
17 And they for good who render ill,
As en’mies me withstood;
They are my bitter foes because
I follow what is good.
18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
Far from me never be.
O Lord, Thou my salvation art,
In haste give help to me. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
In Thy Great Indignation, Lord
Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray
Author: Paul B. Henkel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12645 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Have mercy Lord, on us we pray Lyrics: 1 Have mercy Lord, on us we pray,
Thy grace to us reveal;
O turn Thy plagues from us away
Tho’ we deserve them well.
2 Thy punishments are justly due,
And answer to our crimes!
And we are made to feel them too,
In these distressing times.
3 Lord, what destruction death has made,
How has it swept our towns;
So many numbered with the dead,
In neighboring places round.
4 Death visits us in all our homes,
And there makes his abode:
And hurries mortals to their tombs,
That sink beneath his load.
5 Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn,
And pray with all our heart:
That God in mercy may return,
1 And bid our plagues depart. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray
The Bitter Waters
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12090 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
But now, awake, I find,
That sin has poisoned every stream,
And left a curse behind.
3 But there’s a wonder-working wood,
I’ve heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,
And take the curse away.
4 The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and prized by few;
Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too.
5 The cross on which the Savior died,
And conquered for His saints;
This is the tree, by faith applied,
Which sweetens all complaints.
6 Thousands have found the blest effect,
Nor longer mourn their lot;
While on His sorrows they reflect,
Their own are all forgot.
7 When they, by faith, behold the cross,
Tho’ many griefs they meet;
They draw again from every loss,
And find the bitter sweet. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
The Bitter Waters
The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er
Author: Archer T. Gurney Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10795 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: The awful noontide gloom is o’er Lyrics: 1 The awful noontide gloom is o’er,
The darkness ebbs away;
The Maries linger to adore:
O, let us with them pray!
2 Yea, let us linger ’neath the cross
Where hangs the Lord of Life;
Now let us weep their bitter loss,
And mourn our carnal strife.
3 More calmly now each past offense
May we in grief review,
And weep our vanished innocence,
And feel despair our due.
4 Yet He upon the cross who lies
For us hath pardon won;
Thence blend we comfort with our sighs,
And laud the glorious Son.
5 The hours creep on—O rest we here
Beneath the cross’ shade!
We’ll keep our vigil, sad yet dear,
Till low our Lord is laid.
6 See! Joseph comes with spices’ store;
See Nicodemus aid:
They gaze upon their Lord once more
While daylight’s rays do fade.
7 With pious haste and pious awe
They soon their task complete;
From those blest hands the nails they draw
And free those sacred feet.
8 Then down the blessèd form they bear
And low on earth to lay,
And weeping bend in silent prayer,
Yet scarce for tears can pray.
9 Now see that gracious company,
The Maries, true Saint John,
And those twain lords of high degree
Now raise and bear Him on.
10 They bear Him to the new-hewn tomb,
There down their Lord they set,
And leave Him in the sacred gloom,
Their Lord, and Savior yet.
11 O silent tears, O sighs of pain,
How flowed ye fast and free!
For them, for us, the Lamb was slain
To all eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er
Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9800 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Then let the seventh trumpet sound,
The fiercest lightnings glare;
The mountains melt, the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air.
2 The huge celestial bodies roll
Amidst the general fire,
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire.
3 Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns,
When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.
4 Sublime upon His azure throne,
He speaks th’almighty word;
His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done,
And paradise restored.
5 So be it! let this system end,
These fading earth and skies;
The new Jerusalem descend;
The new creation rise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Author: John Needham Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9457 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: He’ll come, the Judge will surely come Lyrics: 1 He’ll come, the Judge will surely come,
Ye atheists mock no more;
His chariot wheels are hastening on,
The Judge is at the door.
2 Swift glide the streams of time along
To bring the awful day;
Each flying hour withdrawing says
The Judge will not delay.
3 See where the mighty angel stands,
Embracing sea and shore;
To Heaven he lifts his hand, and swears
That time shall be no more.
4 He swears—behold, the Judge descends
His office to complete;
The tribes of Adam trembling stand
Before the judgment seat.
5 Prepare, my soul, to meet thy judge,
Thy life throughout survey;
From evil cease, and learn the good
If Thou wouldst stand that day.
6 Washed in Thy Savior’s blood thy robes
Shall be both clean and white;
A holy soul can view its judge,
And triumph in the sight. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
He'll Come, The Judge will Surely Come
Come, Lord In Mercy Come Again
Author: Nathaniel Colver Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8751 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: Come, Lord, in mercy come again Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again,
With Thy converting power;
The fields of Zion thirst for rain,
O send a gracious shower!
2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress,
While sinners all around
Are pressing on to endless death,
And no relief is found.
3 Dear Savior, come with quickening power,
Thy mourning people cry;
Salvation bring in mercy’s hour,
Nor let the sinner die.
4 Once more let converts throng Thy house,
And shouts of victory raise;
Then shall our griefs be turned to joy,
And sighs to songs of praise. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Come, Lord In Mercy Come Again
God Bids, And Lo!
Author: James Merrick, 1720-1769 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8179 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: God bids, and lo! a burning waste Lyrics: 1 God bids, and lo! a burning waste,
Where rolled the floods before,
And, touched by the descending blast,
The springs are seen no more.
2 Sad witness of some dire offense,
Behold the fertile soil
No more its wonted gifts dispense,
But mock the tiller’s toil.
3 He bids, and o’er the desert wide
The liquid lake is spread;
New springs the thirsty earth divide,
And murmuring lift the head.
4 There myriads, late with hunger wan,
By Him assembled, meet;
There pleased the future city plan,
And fix their sure retreat.
5 And now they sow the foodful grain,
The tender vine they rear;
Now waves the harvest o’er the plain,
And plenty crowns the year.
6 Blest in His care, the sires with joy
A numerous race behold;
Nor dares disease their herds annoy,
Or waste the peopled fold.
7 His works attentive while it sees,
The Heav’n-instructed mind
Shall own, how equal His decrees,
His providence, how kind! Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
God Bids, And Lo!
O Lord Of Life and Death
Author: John Ellerton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8069 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Matching Instances: 1 First Line: O Lord of life and death, we come Lyrics: 1 O Lord of life and death, we come
In sorrow to Thy throne;
Yet not bewildered, blind and dumb,
Before some power unknown.
2 The scourge is our Father’s hand;
The plague comes forth from Thee;
Oh, give us hearts to understand,
And faith Thy ways to see!
3 Forgive the foul neglect that brought
Thy chastening to our door;
The homes uncared-for, souls untaught,
The unregarded poor;
4 The slothful ease, the greed of gain,
Tbe wasted years, forgive;
Purge out our sins by needful pain,
Then turn, and bid us live.
5 So shall the lives for which we plead
Be spared to praise Thee still;
And we, from fear and danger freed,
Be strong to do Thy will. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
O Lord Of Life and Death
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