293 When I can read my title clear

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Tune: Akers, TJ Denson, 1935

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707 (last verse usually last of Amazing Grace though not original to Newton, frst published 1790)

1 When I can read my title clear
to mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
and fiery darts be hurled,
then I can smile at Satan's rage,
and face a frowning world.

2 There I shall bathe my weary soul
in seas of heavenly rest,
and not a wave of trouble roll
across my peaceful breast.

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

than when we first begun.

31b Come, we who love the Lord

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Tune Webster

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

1. Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known.
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And worship at his throne.

2. Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3. The God who rules on high
And all the earth surveys—
Who rides upon the stormy sky
And calms the roaring sea

30b Why should we start and fear to die?

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Tune: Prospect

1 Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

29b Death, 'tis a melancholy day

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Tune: Tribulation

Text: Isaac Watts 1709

1 Death, ’tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.

28b Life is the time to serve the Lord

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Tune: Wells

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has giv’n,
To escape hell and fly to heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessing of the day.

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem’ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

28t The God we worship now

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metre SM
Text: Isaac Watts 1719

1 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die,
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

2 How decent and how wise!
How glorious to behold,
Beyond the pomp that charms the eye,
And rites adorned with gold.

3 Far as Thy name is known,
The world declares Thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before Thy throne
Their songs of honor raise.

26 My spirit looks to God alone

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Tune Samaria
Metre LMD

Text: Isaac Watts, 1719

My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is His throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.

 Trust Him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face:
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glittering dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke?

For sovereign power reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner on the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.