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HYMNS FOR New-Year's-Day.
M.DCC.L.
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HYMN I.
[Wisdom ascribe, and might and praise]
Wisdom ascribe, and might and praise
To God, who lengthens out our days,
Who spares us yet another year,
And lets us see His goodness here;
Happy, and wise, the time redeem,
And live, my friends, and die to Him.
To God, who lengthens out our days,
Who spares us yet another year,
And lets us see His goodness here;
Happy, and wise, the time redeem,
And live, my friends, and die to Him.
How often when His arm was bared,
Hath He our sinful Israel spared!
Let them alone, His mercy cried,
And turn'd the vengeful bolt aside,
Indulged another kind reprieve,
And strangely suffer'd us to live.
Hath He our sinful Israel spared!
Let them alone, His mercy cried,
And turn'd the vengeful bolt aside,
Indulged another kind reprieve,
And strangely suffer'd us to live.
Laid to the root with conscious awe,
But now the threatening axe we saw,
We saw when Jesus stepp'd between,
To part the punishment and sin,
He pleaded for the blood-bought race,
And God vouchsafed a longer space!
But now the threatening axe we saw,
We saw when Jesus stepp'd between,
To part the punishment and sin,
He pleaded for the blood-bought race,
And God vouchsafed a longer space!
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Still in the doubtful balance weigh'd
We trembled, while the remnant pray'd:
The Father heard His Spirit groan,
And answer'd mild, It is My Son!
He let the prayer of faith prevail,
And mercy turn'd the hovering scale.
We trembled, while the remnant pray'd:
The Father heard His Spirit groan,
And answer'd mild, It is My Son!
He let the prayer of faith prevail,
And mercy turn'd the hovering scale.
Merciful God, how shall we raise
Our hearts to pay Thee all Thy praise!
Our hearts shall beat for Thee alone,
Our lives shall make Thy goodness known,
Our souls and bodies shall be Thine,
A living sacrifice Divine.
Our hearts to pay Thee all Thy praise!
Our hearts shall beat for Thee alone,
Our lives shall make Thy goodness known,
Our souls and bodies shall be Thine,
A living sacrifice Divine.
I, and my house, will serve the Lord,
Led by the Spirit and the word;
We plight our faith, assembled here,
To serve our God the' ensuing year;
And vow, when time shall be no more,
Through all eternity to' adore.
Led by the Spirit and the word;
We plight our faith, assembled here,
To serve our God the' ensuing year;
And vow, when time shall be no more,
Through all eternity to' adore.
HYMN II.
[Ye worms of earth, arise]
Ye worms of earth, arise,
Ye creatures of a day,
Redeem the time, be bold, be wise,
And cast your bonds away;
Shake off the chains of sin,
Like us assembled here,
With hymns of praise to usher in
The acceptable year.
The year of gospel-grace
Like us rejoice to see,
And thankfully in Christ embrace
Your proffer'd liberty.
Pardon and peace are nigh,
Which every soul may prove;
The Lord, who now is passing by,
Makes this the time of love.
Ye creatures of a day,
Redeem the time, be bold, be wise,
And cast your bonds away;
Shake off the chains of sin,
Like us assembled here,
With hymns of praise to usher in
The acceptable year.
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Like us rejoice to see,
And thankfully in Christ embrace
Your proffer'd liberty.
Pardon and peace are nigh,
Which every soul may prove;
The Lord, who now is passing by,
Makes this the time of love.
Saviour and Lord of all,
Thy proffer we receive,
Obedient to Thy gospel-call,
That bids us turn and live;
Our former years mis-spent,
Though late, we deeply mourn,
And soften'd by Thy grace, repent,
And to Thy arms return.
With fear, and grief, and shame,
Our folly we bemoan;
But wonder at the patient Lamb,
Who lets us still alone:
Thy patience lifts us up,
Thy free unbounded grace,
And all our fear is lost in hope,
And all our grief in praise.
Thy proffer we receive,
Obedient to Thy gospel-call,
That bids us turn and live;
Our former years mis-spent,
Though late, we deeply mourn,
And soften'd by Thy grace, repent,
And to Thy arms return.
With fear, and grief, and shame,
Our folly we bemoan;
But wonder at the patient Lamb,
Who lets us still alone:
Thy patience lifts us up,
Thy free unbounded grace,
And all our fear is lost in hope,
And all our grief in praise.
To Thee, by whom we live,
Our praise and lives we pay,
Praise, ardent, cordial, constant give,
And shout to see the day:
The day of saving grace,
Thy consecrated year,
When the bright Sun of Righteousness
Doth to our world appear.
Risen, we know, Thou art,
With healing in Thy wings,
We feel, we feel it in our heart
The life Thy presence brings!
The seal and earnest this,
Our pardon we receive,
And look with Thee in glorious bliss
Eternally to live.
Our praise and lives we pay,
Praise, ardent, cordial, constant give,
And shout to see the day:
The day of saving grace,
Thy consecrated year,
When the bright Sun of Righteousness
Doth to our world appear.
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With healing in Thy wings,
We feel, we feel it in our heart
The life Thy presence brings!
The seal and earnest this,
Our pardon we receive,
And look with Thee in glorious bliss
Eternally to live.
HYMN III.
[Blow ye the trumpet blow]
Blow ye the trumpet blow,
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest,
Ye mournful souls be glad,
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest,
Ye mournful souls be glad,
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
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Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And bless'd in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And bless'd in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace,
And saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return to your eternal home!
The news of heavenly grace,
And saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return to your eternal home!
HYMN IV.
[All praise to the Lord Whose trumpet we hear]
All praise to the Lord Whose trumpet we hear,
Which speaks in His word The festival year:
The loud proclamation Of freedom from thrall,
And gospel salvation Is publish'd to all.
Which speaks in His word The festival year:
The loud proclamation Of freedom from thrall,
And gospel salvation Is publish'd to all.
The year of release Even now is begun,
And pardon, and peace With Jesus sent down;
Eternal redemption Through Him we obtain,
And present exemption From passionate pain.
And pardon, and peace With Jesus sent down;
Eternal redemption Through Him we obtain,
And present exemption From passionate pain.
Ye spirits enslaved Your liberty claim,
Believe, and be saved Through Jesus's name;
That infinite Lover Of sinners embrace,
And gladly recover His forfeited grace.
Believe, and be saved Through Jesus's name;
That infinite Lover Of sinners embrace,
And gladly recover His forfeited grace.
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With joyfulest news Your prisons resound,
Your fetters are loose, Your souls are unbound;
Resume the possession For which ye were born,
From Satan's oppression To heaven return.
Your fetters are loose, Your souls are unbound;
Resume the possession For which ye were born,
From Satan's oppression To heaven return.
HYMN V.
[Come, let us anew]
Come, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still, till the Master appear;
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still, till the Master appear;
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.
Our life is a dream,
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone,
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone,
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
O that each in the day
Of His coming might say,
“I have fought my way through,
I have finish'd the work Thou didst give me to do!”
O that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
“Well and faithfully done,
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne!”
Of His coming might say,
“I have fought my way through,
I have finish'd the work Thou didst give me to do!”
O that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
“Well and faithfully done,
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne!”
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HYMN VI.
[The Lord of earth and sky]
The Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages, praise;
Who reigns enthroned on high,
Ancient of endless days,
Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.
The God of ages, praise;
Who reigns enthroned on high,
Ancient of endless days,
Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.
Barren and wither'd trees
We cumber'd long the ground,
No fruit of holiness
On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth He us in mercy spare
Another, and another year.
We cumber'd long the ground,
No fruit of holiness
On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth He us in mercy spare
Another, and another year.
When justice bared the sword
To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord
Cried, Let it still alone!
The Father mild inclines His ear,
And spares us yet another year.
To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord
Cried, Let it still alone!
The Father mild inclines His ear,
And spares us yet another year.
Jesus, Thy speaking blood
From God obtain'd the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd
On us a longer space;
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year.
From God obtain'd the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd
On us a longer space;
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year.
Then dig about our root,
Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To Thy great praise abound;
O let us all Thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.
Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To Thy great praise abound;
O let us all Thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.
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HYMN VII.
[Sing to the great Jehovah's praise!]
Sing to the great Jehovah's praise!
All praise to Him belongs;
Who kindly lengthens out our days
Demands our choicest songs:
Whose providence has brought us through
Another various year,
We all with vows and anthems new
Before our God appear.
All praise to Him belongs;
Who kindly lengthens out our days
Demands our choicest songs:
Whose providence has brought us through
Another various year,
We all with vows and anthems new
Before our God appear.
Father, Thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care,
To Thee presenting through Thy Son,
Whate'er we have, or are;
Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of Thy love,
While on in Jesu's steps we go
To see Thy face above.
Thy still continued care,
To Thee presenting through Thy Son,
Whate'er we have, or are;
Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of Thy love,
While on in Jesu's steps we go
To see Thy face above.
Our residue of days or hours
Thine, wholly Thine shall be,
And all our consecrated powers
A sacrifice to Thee:
Till Jesus in the clouds appear
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The jubilee of heaven.
Thine, wholly Thine shall be,
And all our consecrated powers
A sacrifice to Thee:
Till Jesus in the clouds appear
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The jubilee of heaven.
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