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Christ, by whose all-saving Light

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #24 (1732) Incipit: 11117 65671 17654 Lyrics: I. Christ, by whose all-saving Light Mankind benefitted, Was for Sinners in the Night As a Thief committed. Dragg'd before a wicked court Of the Jewish Clergy; Where they try'd their worst Effort 'Gainst the Lord of Mercy. II. Sentenc'd early by this Crew, As the worst of Sinners, Came to Pilate, who foreknew This Tumult's Beginners: Though he judg'd him innocent Of their Accusation, Yet to Herod he was sent For his Arbitration. III. Then his holy Flesh was torn with inhuman Lashes, And his blessed Head in Scorn Crown'd of sinful Ashes: Cloathed in a Purple Dress, Mock'd, and beat, and bruised; Thus the Source of Holiness Was by Sin misused. IV. Then at Noon the Son of God To the Cross was nailed, Where his fervent Prayer and Blood For our Sins prevailed: The Spectators shook their Head Had him in Derision, Till the Sun-light mourning fled From so sad a Vision. V. When at Three they heard him call: Why am I forsaken; Stait was Vinegar mix'd with Gall Offer'd, but not taken: Then to God his Spirit sent, Shaking th' Earth with Wonder, Gave the Vail a thorough Rent, Cleft the Rocks asunder. VI. At th' approaching Evening Tide, Criminals Bones were broken; But the Spear pierc'd Jesus Side, For a lasting Token: Which pour'd forth a double Flood Of a cleansing Nature, Both the Water and the Blood Wash the guilty Creature. VII. Joseph, when the Eve was come, Took his dearest Master, Laid him in his Stately Tomb, Hewn in Alablaster; Nicodem, now void of Fear, Brought the richest Spices; Thus these holy Men paid here Their last Sacrifices. VIII. Grant, O Jesu, blessod Lord, By thy Cross and Passion, Thy blest Love may be ador'd By the whole Creation: Hating Sin, and woful Cause Of thy Death and Suff'ring, Give our Heart t'obey thy Laws, As the best Thanks-offering. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: [Christ, by whose all-saving Light]

My Life I now to God resign

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #199 (1732) Incipit: 11153 21777 716 Lyrics: I. My Live I now to God resign: At his Decree I'll not repine. Will he prolong my mournful Days, His promis'd Grace Suffices me to run my Race. II. I die at his appointed Hour. Who dares resist his sov'reign Pow'r? My very Hairs he knows 'em all, Both great and small, Without his Will not one can fall. III. What is our Life? A constant Scene Of Sighs and Tears, of Care and Pain: Moments of sin, and Months of Woe Here ebb and flow, Till we are summon'd hence to go. IV. What is a Man? a Clod of Earth, A needy Mortal from his Birth; Brought Nothing with him, when he came, But Sin and Shame; And naked leaves this worldly Frame. V. No Greatness, Wit, nor golden Store Can here obtain a better Score: 'Gainst Death no Physick can prevail; No Fee nor Bail Can cancel ADAM'S sad Entail. VI. To Day we live, look fair and red; To Morrow fain, are sick or dead: To Day we blossom like a Rose; Anon who knows But Death presents the Farewell-Dose. VII. Lord, make us number thus our Days, T'apply our Hearts to Wisdom's Ways, And learn, how swift our Moments fly, That all must die, Poor, Rich, Young, Old, the Low and High. VIII. This is the Fruit of ADAM'S Fall; Death like a Conqu'ror seizeth all; Sin gives him Pow'r o'er human Race; There is no Place Exempt from his continual Chace. IX. Evil and few, as JACOB says, Alas, I count my Pilgrim- Days. When God shall call his Servant home, I'll meet my Tomb, In Hopes of lasting Joys to come. X. And tho' I feel the Guilt of sin Assaulting me without, within, I know, God gave his only Son, Who can attone For what I all my Life have done. XI. 'Tis he my Lord and Saviour CHRIST, Who for my sins was sacrific'd, And rose triumphant from the Grave, That he might save My Soul from being Satan's Slave. XII. To him I give my Life and Breath: His Love shall guide my Soul through Death, And bring me to that blessed Place, Where Face to Face I shall behold the God of Grace. XIII. This gives me Comfort and Relief In all my greatest Pain and Grief, That I shall rise, when CHRIST appears, Without the Tears I shed in my distressed Years. XIV. To Thee, Lord CHRIST, I humble press, To cloathe me with thy Righteousness: Within thy Wounds I crave a Place, O Source of Grace! For there's my only Happiness. XV. Amen! Thou Sov'reign God of Love, Grant us thy Bliss when we remove, That All redeemed by thy Blood May find in God Their everlasting sure Abode. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English Tune Title: [My Life I now to God resign]

Come hither! saith our blessed Lord

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #121 (1732) Incipit: 11154 53213 23454 Lyrics: I. Come hither! saith our blessed Lord: Come all to me with one Accord, Ye heavy laden Creatures Come hither, all ye weary Souls; I'll give you Rest from all your Toils; And mould anew your Natures. II. My Yoke is sweet, my Burthen light; Who'll take it up shall 'scape the Weight Of lasting condemnation; I will assist him with my Strength, To conquer Sin, and gain at Length The Prize of his Salvation. III. My active and my passive Zeal Was to perform my Father's Will, And set a bright Example, To guide your Thoughts and Actions by; If this is fix'd before your Eye, Your Heart shall be my Temple. IV. The world whould chuse the Bliss I shew, Was it not charg'd to bid Adieu To its own will and Pleasure: Alas! there is no other Path But a true meed and humble Faith That leads to endless Treasure. V. What Creature on this Earthly Ball Was ever found, since ADAM'S Fall, Without its rueful Story. Who'll here not bear for JESUS' Sake, Hereafter endless Shame shall take, And strip of all his Glory. VI. To Day the man looks bright and gay; Anon falls sick and faints away; Or Death cuts short his Flower. Just as a Lilly blooms and dies, So quick away the World still flies With all its Fame and Power. VII. The Worldling dreads the Name of Death; And startled by a dying Breath He makes a quick Submission. He tires himself with Trifles here, Th'immortal Soul's his meanest Care, Whilst in a hail Condition. VIII. But when he feels, he cannot live, He fancies, that a Lord forgive Will purchase his Salvation: But, ah! the long rejected Grace May no more shine upon his Face, May no more have Compassion. IX. What doth the Miser's Store avail? Or what the Young Man's Strength? Both fail, When Death's to give the Trial: Hast thou at Hand the richest Store, All Earthly Wit, all earthly Pow'r, Death would take no Denial. X. No Respite Learning can obtain; All worldly Grandeur is in vain, To thwart the fatal Sentence: Who will not seek his Saviour's Face In the bright Days of offer'd Grace, Must die without Repentance. XI. But ye, dear Foll'wers of the Lamb, That suffer here in JESUS Name, Your Cross shall end in Glory: Keep close to God's revealed Will, And still keep up a Christian Zeal, To flight what's transitory. XII. Return ye Good for evil Deeds; Your Innocence at last succeeds, In Spite of Worldly Crosses: Give God the Vengeance of your Cause; Observe your Saviour's Gospel-Laws, He will retrieve your Losses. XIII. Were you to live in constant Ease, And live as long as you should please, Your Faith wou'd soon be wasting; But Crosses keep, like wholesome Salt, The Flesh from Falling and Revolt, And Ruin everlasting. XIV. Think not the Cross a bitter Pill; Reflect what Reprobates must feel In their despairing Station, Where Soul and Body must endure Pains past Expression and past Cure, Without the least Cessation. XV. But you, that make a better Choice, Shall share your great Redeemer's Joys When this your Warfare's over; No Mortal Tongue can e'er express, With what Rewards the God of Grace Will crown his faithful Lover. XVI. And what our great and gracious Lord Has promis'd in his holy Word, And seal'd with his own Spirit, He will perform and safely bring Our Souls where Saints and Angels sing Of his eternal Merit. Topics: Mystery of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: [Come hither! saith our blessed Lord]

God is our Refuge in Distress

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #138 (1732) Incipit: 11156 71765 17656 Lyrics: I. God is our Refuge in Distress, Our string Defence and Armour, He's present, when we're comfortless, In Storms he is our Harbour; Th' infernal Enemy Look! how enrag'd is he! He now exerts his Force To stop the Gospel-Course; Who can withstand the Tyrant? II. All human Power is but dust; Our Strength an idle Story: The Valiant Man, in whom we trust, Is CHRIST, the Son of Glory. He is the Conquerour, Vested with sov'reign Pow'r. The Lord both Great and Good, The only living god, Gains us the Field of Battle. III. If all the Devl's shou'd wage the War, In Order to destroy us, They should not once put us in Fear; The Vict'ry wou'd be joyous. We dare the Prince of Hell; With Fury let him swell; He cannot hurt one Hair; We shall escape the Snare; CHRIST"S single Word can rout him. IV. His Word puts all our Foes to Flight; With Shame they are confounded; For CHRIST instructs our Hands to fight; His Spirit is unbounded: Tho' we shou'd lose our Lives, Fame, Children, Goods and Wives, Destroy Hell what it can, 'Twill find but little Gain, God's Kingdom is our Portion. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English Tune Title: [God is our Refuge in Distress]

To Day, the Lord in Triumph reigns

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #40 (1732) Incipit: 11156 75456 71567 Lyrics: I. To Day, the Lord in Triumph reigns, Breaks Death and Hell's infernal Chains; Retakes his Life, and Majesty; Praise him to all Eternity. Hallelujah. II. When he descended into Hell, Satan and all his Legions fell: Behold the great Accuser cast: The Hour of Darkness now is past. Hallelujah. III. Now let the infernal Lions roar, They cannot hurt us as before; Lost is the Pow'r of all those Fiends: We are God's Children, Heirs, and Friends. Hallelujah. IV. O sweet Redeemer, Jesus Christ! Our Sacrifice, and great High-Priest, Lead us by thine Almighty Grace, To end with Joy our Christian Race. Hallelujah. V. Infinite Love, gracious Lord! Thy wond'rous Name shall be ador'd; To Thee be endless Honours giv'n By all on Earth, and all in Heav'n. Hallelujah. Topics: Resurrection of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: [To Day the Lord in Triumph reigns]

O Lord, how many Miseries

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #125 (1732) Incipit: 11161 27667 12567 Lyrics: I. O Lord, how many Miseries Assault and discompose my Peace; The Path that leads to SION'S Gate Is full of Thorns, and very streight. II. How hard it is for Flesh and Blood To seek the everlasting Good; I know not where to turn my Face, But, Christ! to thy redeeming Grace. III. My Heart has never been dismay'd, Whene'er to thee it look'd for Aid; No Mortal yet was ever lost, Who put in CHRIST alone his Trust. IV. That thou art God, as well as Man, Lord, thy redeeming Pow'r makes plain; No greater Wonder has been heard, Than this, that God in Flesh appear'd. V. He sav'd us by his Death and Tomb, From Sin, and from the Wrath to come: My Jesu, Lord and God alone! What Name is sweeter than thy own? VI. No Grief can ever be so sore, But thy Salvation cheers us more; No Pain so raging but thy Name Can still asswage and heal the same. Vii. Nay, though my Flesh and Heart shou'd fail, Thy Presence, Lord! will yet prevail; Enjoying thee, and thy free Love, I share the Bliss of Saints Above. VIII. Thine would I be in Soul and Mind, And leave Sin, Death, and Hell behind; Nor can I better fix my Trust, Than in the God of whom I boast. IX. Thou never cast forsake thy Child, That by thy Grace is reconcil'd; Thou art the Shepherd of my soul, That ever keeps me sound and whole. Par the Second: X. Thou art my Comfort and Renown, My Treasure and eternal Crown; No Tongue can tell, no Voice can sing What Joy the Name of Christ doth bring. XI. He that has Faith and Charity, Can by Experience join with me; I'd make this bold Assertion good, And dare to seal it with my Blood. XII. Were there no Joy in God for me, 'Twere better I should never be; For he that has not CHRIST within, Is dead in Trespasses and Sin. XIII. My Soul's fond Bridegroom and Delight; Thou Pearl, above all others bright, In thee I justly more rejoice, Than in the World's most glitt'ring Toys. XIV. As often as I think on thee, My Heart for Joy doth leap in me; When e'er I fix in thee my Hope, I find a Comfort bears me up. XV. When in my Pain I pray and sing, My Heart is quite another Thing; Thy Spirit witnesses, that this Is but the Fore-taste of thy Bliss. XVI. Therefore while Life remains with me, I'll bear the Cross and follow thee: To Thee direct this Heart of mine; Let it to Nothing else incline, XVII. And aid me by thy mighty Grace, With Joy to run my Christian Race; Help me to conquer Flesh and Blood, And make my Christian Warfare good. XVIII. Preserve my Faith from Error free, That I may live and die in Thee; My Saviour, grant me my Desire, Let me be Thine when I expire. Topics: Mystery of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, how many Miseries]

Before thy Throne I now appear

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #171 (1732) Incipit: 11167 12321 33365 Lyrics: I. Before thy Throne I now appear, O Lord, bow down thy gracious Ear To me; and cast not from thy Face A sinful Wretch that sues for Grace. II. Thou Father of Eternity, Thine Image hast impress'd on me: In thee I am, and live, and move' Nor can I breathe without thy Love. III. Oft hast thou snach'd me from Distress, And rais'd me oft when comfortless; When but a Step, nay, one Hair's Breadth Was 'twixt my tott'ring Life and Death. IV. My Sense and Reason come from thee; And Sustenance thou giv'st to me; A Christian Friend bestow'st withal, To aid me when I'm like to fall. V. Thou, SON! by thy most precious Blood Hast purchas'd everlasting Good: The cursing LAW thou dost repeal, And sav'st me from the Rage of Hell. VI. When Sin and Satan me impeach, And Conscience is within their Reach, As Mediator thou step'st in, And say'st me from the Curse of Sin. VII. My Intercessor and High Priest, My Joy, Truth, Comfort, and my Rest! Thy All-sufficient Merit is The Source of my eternal Bliss. VIII. Thou, HOLY GHOST! Supremest Good, Disposer of the Heav'nly Food, What can be counted good in me, But what proceeds alone from Thee? IX. Through thee, I now my God adore, And call him Father evermore; Through thee, thy Word and Sacrament I see and hold with great Content. X. Through thee, I'm in Temptation free From Fear and sad Despondency; Through thee, I'm quicken'd oft to taste The Sweets of thine eternal Rest. XI. This makes my Heart and Tongue rehearse Thy glorious Praise in faithful Verse, For all the Grace and Mercy free Thou, to this Hour, hast shed on me. XII. Beseeching thine Almighty Grace To aid me till I've run my Race: Whilst All thou hast conferr'd on me, Intirely is ascrib'd to Thee. XIII. Give me a Heart that is sincere, To love thy Truth, and persevere In real Christianity, And shun all foul Hypocrisy. XV. A blessed EXIT grant I make; And when, at last, I shall awake, O, let me see thy glorious Face, And reap the endless Joys of Grace. Topics: Evening Hymn Languages: English Tune Title: [Before thy Throne I now appear]

When Adam fell, the Frame entire

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #86 (1732) Incipit: 11171 65412 3412 Lyrics: I. When Adam fell, the Frame entire Of Nature was infected, The Source, whence came the Poison dire, Was not to be corrected, But by God's Grace, which saves our Race From its entire Destruction. The fatal Lust, indulg'd at first, Of Death was the Production. II. Since EVE by Satan was intic'd T'indulge her Deviation From GOD'S Command (which she despis'd," And ruin the Creation; What shou'd be done? but GOD the SON Must in our very Nature Retrieve our Loss by's Blood and Cross, And save the Rebel-Creature. III. By one Man's Guilt we are enslav'd To Sin, Death, Hell and Devil; But by another's Grace was sav'd Mankind from all this Evil: And as we all, by ADAM'S Fall Were sentenc'd to Damnation; So the Nam-God has by his Blood Regain'd our lost Salvation. IV. Has God bestow'd his only Son On us rebellious Creatures, To save our Souls, which were undone, And wash our sinful Natures From all their Guilt by th' Blood he spilt; By's Death and Resurrection? Then no Delay; this is the Day T'insure thy own Election. V. CHRIST is the Way, the Light, the Door, The Hope and Life eternal, The Father's Word and Counsellor To conquer Pow'rs infernal; Our strongest Shield, t'obtain the Field; The Helmet of Salvation. Have we a Share in him, who dare Assign us to Damnation? VI. That Man is impious and unjust, His Hope's Abomination, Who does in God not put his Trust, For Help and for Salvation: He that will frame another Name Than CHRIST'S, to justifie him, Will soon renounce his Confidence, When SATAN comes to try him. VII. But who makes God his Hope and Trust, Shall never be confounded, No Cleaver to this Rock is lost, Tho' ev'ry where surrounded With daring Foes and trying Woes; His Faith yet stands unshaken. Who loves the Lord, shall by no Sword Nor Woe be overtaken. VIII. I send my Cries unto the Lord, My Heart implores his Favour, To grant me of his living Word A never failing Savour; That Sin and Shame may lose the Claim To hinder my Salvation; In CHRIST, the Scope of all my Hope, I 'scape Death and Damnation. IX. Thy Word's a Lanthorn to my Feet; My Soul's best Information; My surest Guide and Path to meet The Morning of Salvation: This leading Star, where't doth appear, Reveals those heav'nly Graces, Which are laid up for all that hope To taste the Lord's Embraces. Topics: Fall of Man Languages: English Tune Title: [When Adam fell, the Frame entire]

Raise your Devotion mortal Tongues

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #41 (1732) Incipit: 11232 12231 23454 Lyrics: I. Raise your Devotion, mortal Tongues, To praise the King of Glory, Sweet be the Accents of your Songs Of him who went before ye; Bright Angels, strike your loudest Strings: Let Heav'n and all created Things Sound our Emanuel's Praises. II. Ye mourning Souls, look upward too, For Christ is now preparing At God's right Hand a Place for you: Shake off what seems despairing. Thence our great Lord and King shall come To fetch our longing Spirits Home, And crown your Love and Labour. III. Sine He o'er Heav'n bears sov'raign Sway, By all its Pow'rs attended; And has more Graces to display Than can be comprehended; Fear not but He his Graces pours On such meek trembling Hearts as yours, The Objects of his Favour. IV. Extend, O Lord, thy sov'raign Grace, Thy Light to ev'ry nation: Let Earth and Seas avow and praise Thy Love, thy Pow'r, thy Passion; 'Till we join with thy Saints above In Hymns to celebrate thy Love, And dwell with Thee for ever. Topics: Ascension Languages: English Tune Title: [Raise your Devotion mortal Tongues]

When we are under great Distress

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #184 (1732) Incipit: 11232 43213 43217 Lyrics: I. When we are under great Distress, And ev'ry Thing seems comfortless; No Creature gives the least Relief, But all encrease our Weight of Grief. II. The only Refuge then we have Is, that we meet, and humbly crave Thy Helping Hand, O faithful God, To save us from the wrathful Rod. III. And lifting up our Eyes and Heart To thee, with true repenting Smart, We seek from Sin a full Release, And seek to make thy Judgments cease. IV. As thou hast promis'd in thy word, To All that turn to Thee, O Lord! And love the Name of JESUS CHRIST, Our Mediator and High-Priest. V. We then address our selves to Thee, In this our great Calamity, Beseeching thine Almighty Hand To take this Evil form our Land. VI. Remember not our num'rous Crimes, But cleanse us from all Guilt betimes; Assist us with thy mighty Grace, And turn on us thy shining Face. VII. That, for our great Deliv'rance, we May tender Praise and Love to Thee; Pay true Obedience to thy Word, And ever live in Thee, O Lord! Topics: Common Calamity Languages: English Tune Title: [When we are under great Distress]