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What strange perplexities arise!

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #276 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 What strange perplexities arise! What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear! How few, alas, approv'd and clear! 2 And what am I?--my soul, awake, And an impartial survey take. Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, In practice or in heart appear? 3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus form'd and living there? Say, do His lineaments divine In thought, and word, and action shine? 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; The secrets of my soul reveal; My fears remove; let me appear To God and my own conscience clear! Languages: English

Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #277 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man who loves religion now, And humbly walk with God below; 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips shall speak the things they mean. No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do a neighbor wrong. 3 He will not trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt; Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes. 4 Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good: Nor will he change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears. 5 He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold. If others vex and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door. 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face; And doth to all men still the same, That he could hope or wish from them. 7 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone. This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord! with thee. Languages: English

Great God! whose all-pervading eye

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #278 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Great God! whose all-pervading eye Sees ev'ry passion of my soul! When sunk too low, or rais'd too high, Teach me those passions to control. 2 Temper the fervours of my frame; Be charity their constant spring; And O, let no unhallowed flame Pollute the offerings I bring. 3 Let peace with piety unite, To mend the bias of my will; While hope and heav'n-ey'd faith excite, And wisdom regulates, my zeal: 4 That wisdom, which to meekness turns: Wisdom descending from above; And let my zeal, whene'er it burns, Be kindled by the fire of love. Languages: English

Thou art my portion, O my God!

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #282 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, O my God! Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t'obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heav'nly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 Whene'er I wander from thy path I think upon my ways; Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning grace. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine: O save thy servant, Lord! Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy Word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus, till mortal life shall end, Would I perform thy will. Languages: English

Dost thou my worthless name record

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #286 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Dost thou my worthless name record, Free of thy holy city, Lord? Am I, a sinner, call'd to share The precious privileges there? 2 Art thou my King, my Father styl'd? Am I thy servant and child? Whilst wretched millions draw their breath In lands of ignorance and death. 3 Shall I receive this grace in vain? Shall I my great vocation stain? Away, ye works in darkness wrought! Away each sensual, wanton though! 4 My soul, I charge thee to excel In thinking right and acting well. Deep let thy searching pow'rs engage, Unbiass'd, in the sacred page. 5 Strong, and more strong, thy passions rule, Advancing still in virtue's school; Contending still, with noble strife, To imitate thy Saviour's life. Languages: English

Ah wretched souls who strive in vain

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #287 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 I would resolve with all my heart, With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord, Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. 3 O be his service all my joy! Around let my example shine; Till others love the blest employ, And join in labours so divine. 4 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn my determin'd choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. 5 O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave his sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. Languages: English

Awake, our souls! away our fears!

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #288 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Awake, our souls! away our fears! Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone. Awake, and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, ’tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, Who strength imparts to ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r Is ever new, and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We’ll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heav’nly road. Languages: English

Awake my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #289 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Awake, my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on: A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all animating voice, That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' crowns and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. Languages: English

Our country is Immanuel's ground

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #290 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Our country is Immanuel’s ground; We seek that promis'd soil: The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil. 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow, And oft are bath'd in tears: Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise, And nought but sin our fears. 3 The flow'rs, that spring along the road, We scarcely stoop to pluck; We walk o'er beds of shining ore, Nor waste one anxious look. 4 We tread the path our Master trod; We bear the cross he bore; And ev'ry thorn, that wounds our feet, His temples pierced before. 5 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away In ecstasies of love; And, while our bodies wander here, Our souls are fix'd above. 6 We purge our mortal dross away, Refining as we run; But, while we die to earth and sense, Our heav'n is here begun. Languages: English

Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #291 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill, When impious men transgress thy will; Teach me to mourn, when lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 With indignation may I treat The works of malice and deceit; And ever from their friendship flee, Who dare to scorn thy laws and thee. 3 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Languages: English