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Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name

James Montgomery·Modern

Verse 1

Thank and praise Jehovah’s Name;
For His mercies firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

Verse 2

Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land,
As the people of His choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.

Verse 3

In the wilderness astray,
Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home:

Verse 4

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

Verse 5

To a pleasant land He brings,
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.

Verse 6

O that men would praise the Lord
For His goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace.

James Montgomery, “Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 132 · 7.7.7.7. · Theodora

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There Is a Land of Pure Delight (II)

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Verse 2

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Verse 3

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Verse 4

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

Verse 5

O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unclouded eyes;

Verse 6

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 146 · C.M. · St. Marguerite

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There Is a Land of Pure Delight

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Verse 2

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 16 · C.M. · St. Marguerite

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O That the Lord's Salvation

Henry F. Lyte·Modern

Verse 1

O that the Lord’s salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home!
How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity,
Rebuild her walls again.

Verse 2

Let fall Thy rod of terror;
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error;
Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning,
Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy Church to Thee.

Henry F. Lyte, “O That the Lord's Salvation”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 387 · 7.6.7.6.D. · (Webb)

Verse 1

Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning!
Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain!
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning;
Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.

Verse 2

Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold!
Hail to the millions from bondage returning!
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.

Verse 3

Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing,
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing,
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.

Verse 4

See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commotion,
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 391 · 11.10.11.10. · Wesley

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Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah

William Williams·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

Verse 2

Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.

Verse 3

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths and hell’s Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 394 · 8.7.8.7.4.7. · Turner

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And Is the Time Approaching

Jane Borthwick·Modern

Verse 1

And is the time approaching,
By prophets long foretold,
When all shall dwell together,
One Shepherd and one fold?
Shall every idol perish,
To moles and bats be thrown?
And every prayer be offered
To God in Christ alone?

Verse 2

Shall Jew and Gentile meeting
From many a distant shore,
Around one altar kneeling,
One common Lord adore?
Shall all that now divides us
Remove, and pass away
Like shadows of the morning
Before the blaze of day?

Verse 3

Shall all that now unites us
More sweet and lasting prove,
A closer bond of union
In a blest land of love?
Shall war be learned no longer?
Shall strife and tumult cease?
All earth His blessed kingdom,
The Lord and Prince of Peace!

Verse 4

O long-expected dawning,
Come with thy cheering ray;
When shall the morning brighten,
The shadows flee away?
O sweet anticipation!
It cheers the watchers on
To pray, and hope, and labor,
Till the dark night be gone.

Jane Borthwick, “And Is the Time Approaching”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 397 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Schubert

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There Is a Land of Pure Delight (III)

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Verse 2

O wondrous land beyond the sky,
O land so bright and fair,
When shall we reach thy golden gates,
And dwell forever there?

Verse 3

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Verse 4

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Verse 5

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 470 · C.M. · St. Marguerite

Verse 1

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

Verse 2

Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.

Verse 3

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths and hell’s Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 524 · 8.7.8.7.4.7. · Turner

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Forward! Be Our Watchword

Henry Alford·Modern

Verse 1

Forward! be our watchword,
Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind:
Burns the fiery pillar
At our army’s head;
Who shall dream of shrinking,
By Jehovah led?
Forward through the desert,
Through the toil and fight;
Jordan flows before us,
Zion beams with light.

Verse 2

Forward, flock of Jesus,
Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
Spring to glorious birth:
Sick, they ask for healing,
Blind, they grope for day;
Pour upon the nations
Wisdom’s loving ray.
Forward, out of error,
Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light!

Verse 3

Glories upon glories
Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love Him
One day to be shared:
Eye hath not beheld them,
Ear hath never heard;
Nor of these hath uttered
Thought or speech a word.
Forward, marching eastward
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
Till our faith be sight.

Verse 4

Far o’er yon horizon
Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth:
That fair home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the streets with gold;
Flows the gladdening river,
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In Jehovah’s might,
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light!

Verse 5

To the Father’s glory
Loudest anthems raise,
To the Son and Spirit
Echo songs of praise;
To the Lord Jehovah,
Blessed Three in One,
Be by men and angels
Endless honor done.
Weak are earthly praises,
Dull the songs of night;
Forward into triumph,
Forward into light!

Presbyterian 1895 No. 594 · 6.5.6.5.12.11. · Forward

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Far From My Heavenly Home

Henry F. Lyte·Modern

Verse 1

Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father’s breast,
Fainting I cry, “Blest Spirit, come
And speed me to my rest.”

Verse 2

Upon the willows long
My harp has silent hung:
How should I sing a cheerful song
Till Thou inspire my tongue?

Verse 3

My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns
When I remember thee.

Verse 4

To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road:
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints’ abode?

Verse 5

God of my life, be near;
On Thee my hopes I cast:
O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

Henry F. Lyte, “Far From My Heavenly Home”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 609 · S.M. · Lyte

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There Is a Land of Pure Delight

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Verse 2

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Verse 3

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Verse 4

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

Verse 5

O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unclouded eyes;

Verse 6

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts, “There Is a Land of Pure Delight”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 633 · C.M. · St. Marguerite