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Words to hymns are put below before the services

Hymns for Sunday morning worship 18.4.21:

 Hymn 1- 440

1
How sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.

2
Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon, love and blood,
Is food for dying souls.

3
[While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
“Lord, why was I a guest?”

4
“Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there’s room;
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?”]

5
’Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly forced us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

 

 

 

 Hymn 2- 893

 

1
If guilt pursue thee with its cry,
And would to prison hale;
To Jesus Christ, the Surety, fly,
And he will give in bail.

2
If hope, that used thy soul to cheer,
Now leaves thee dark as night,
And neither sun nor stars appear,
Yet wait for morning light.

3
Still look to Christ with longing eyes,
Though both begin to fail;
Still follow with thy feeble cries,
For mercy will prevail.

4
What if he drops no gracious smile,
Or bid thee leave his door?
Yet still knock on, and wait awhile;
He must relieve the poor.

5
He tarries oft till men are faint,
And comes at evening late;
He hears and will relieve complaint:
’Tis ours to pray and wait.

 

 

 Hymn 3 -949

 

1
There’s not a name beneath the skies,
Nor is there one in heaven above,
But that of Jesus, can suffice
The sinner’s burden to remove.

2
Sweet name, when once its virtue’s known,
How weak all other helps appear!
The sinner trusts to it alone,
And finds the grand specific there.

3
’Twas long before I knew this truth,
And learned to trust the Saviour’s name;
In vanity I spent my youth;
The thought now fills my heart with shame.

4
But since I’ve known the life and power
With which his name is richly stored,
The world can keep my heart no more,
Nor can its joys content afford.

5
The things I once esteemed the most
I now account as worthless dross;
Thy name, dear Saviour, is my boast,
For which the world appears but loss.

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