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Hymns

Zephaniah 1:15

• [Zep 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Day Of Mourning

  Day of wrath, O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet’s warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning. Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth When from Heav’n the Judge descendeth On Whose sentence all dependeth! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth. Death is struck and nature quaking; All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded; Thence shall judgment be awarded. When the Judge His seat attaineth And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding When the just are mercy needing? King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us. Think, good Jesus, my salvation Caused Thy wondrous incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me? Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution Ere that day of retribution! Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning: Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! From that sinful woman shriven, From the dying thief forgiven, Thou to me a hope hast given. Worthless are my prayers and sighing; Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying. With Thy favored sheep, oh, place me! Nor among the goats abase me, But to Thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. Low I kneel with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition! Day of sorrow, day of weeping, When, in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! To the rest Thou didst prepare me On Thy cross; O Christ, upbear me! Spare, O God, in mercy spare me!

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• [Zep 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Dreadful Day!

  Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shriveling like a parchèd scroll, Long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and sibyl’s page. Day of terror, day of doom, When at last the Judge shall come! Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the archangel’s trumpet tone Summon all before the throne. O just Judge, to whom belongs, Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past; Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great Name. Thou, who bad’st the sinner cease From her tears and go in peace, Thou, who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief, Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, E’en to me, the hope of Heaven.

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Romans 3:19

• [Rom 3:19] O Savior, Where Shall Guilty Man

  O Savior, where shall guilty man Find rest except in Thee? Thine was the warfare with his foe, The cross of pain, the cup of woe, And Thine the victory. How came the everlasting Son, The Lord of Life, to die? Why didst Thou meet the tempter’s power, Why, Jesus, in Thy dying hour Endure such agony? To save us by Thy precious blood, To make us one in Thee, That ours might be Thy perfect life, Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy strife, And ours the victory. O make us worthy, gracious Lord, Of all Thy love to be; To Thy blest will our wills incline, That unto death we may be Thine, And ever live in Thee.

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