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Hymn Book in use among the Original Frcr-- 
 aptists of North Carolina being defective in 
 respects, at the solicitations of many of our 
 •rs and brethren, the undersigned have maHr- 
 owing Compilation. We present this work to 
 prch anil the Public, hoping it may supply the 
 .cy which has so long existed, 
 yive many regrets that the necessarily con- 
 Jiraits of this volume prevented the insertion 
 "any valuable Hynms and Songs, and*we must 
 iour brethren not to feel disappointed if they 
 find their favorite. We selected such as we 
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RECOMMENDATION. 
 
 Having examined the collection of Hymns 
 and Songs compiled by brethren Rufus K. 
 Hearn, Josefh S. Bell, and Jesse Ran- 
 dolph, I earnestly recommend it to our 
 connection as the Book we have so long 
 needed. 
 
 JAMES MOORE. 
 
HYMNS 
 
 FOR PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 S. M. — C. Wesley. 
 
 1 Father, in whom we live, 
 
 In whom we are and move, 
 The glory, power, and praise receive, 
 Of thy creating love. 
 
 2 Let all the angel throng 
 
 Give thanks to God, on high, 
 While earth repeats the joyful song, 
 And echoes through the sky. 
 
 3 Incarnate Deity, 
 
 Let all the ransom'd race 
 Render, in thanks, their lives to thee, 
 For thy redeeming grace : 
 
 4 The grace to sinners show'd 
 
 Ye heavenly choirs proclaim, 
 And cry, " Salvation to our God, 
 Salvation to the Lamb ! " 
 
 5 Spirit of holiness, 
 
 Let all thy saints adore 
 Thy sacred energy, and bless 
 Thy heart-renewing power. 
 
 G Not angel tongues can tell 
 Thy love's ecstatic height. 
 The glorious joy unspeakable, t 
 The beatific sight ! 
 
HYMNS FOR 
 
 7 Eternal, Triune Lord, 
 
 Let all the hosts above, 
 Let all the sons of men, record. 
 And dwell upon thy love. 
 
 8 When heaven and earth are fled 
 
 Before thy glorious face, 
 Sing, all the saints thy love hath n 
 Thine everlasting praise ! 
 
 C, M.— C. Wesley. 
 Divine Excellence. 
 
 1 Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One God in persons three ; 
 Of thee we make our joyful boast, 
 Our songs we make of thee ! 
 
 2 Thou neither canst be felt nor seen, 
 
 Thou art a spirit pure ; 
 Thou from eternity hast been. 
 And always shalt endure. 
 
 o Present alike in every place, 
 Thy Godhead we adore : 
 Beyond the bounds of time and spac 
 Thou dwell'st for evermore. 
 
 •± In wisdom infinite thou art, 
 
 Thine eye doth all things sec ; 
 And every thought of every heart 
 Is fully known to thee. 
 
 o AVhate'er thou wilt, in earth below, 
 •Thou dost in heaven above; 
 But chiefly we rejoice to know 
 Th' almighty God of love. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 hou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made, 
 Thy goodness we rehearse, 
 t shining characters display' d 
 Throughout our universe. 
 
 ercy, with love and endless grace, 
 O'er all thy works doth reign: 
 ut mostly thou delight' st to bless 
 Thy favorite creature, man. 
 
 r herefore let every creature give 
 To thee the praise design'd ; 
 at chiefly, Lord, the thanks receive, 
 The hearts, of all mankind. 
 
 L. M. — J. Chandler. 
 The Cross. 
 r hile in the agonies of death, 
 he Saviour yields his latest breath, 
 r e, too, will mount on Calv'ry's height, 
 nd contemplate the wondrous sight ! 
 
 Lamb of God, by faith we see 
 ow all our hopes are fix'd on thee : 
 iiy cross we see ordain' d by Heaven, 
 or man to look, and be forgiven. 
 
 y this thy saints to glory come ; 
 y this they brave the martyr's doom ; 
 . this the surest proof we find 
 : God's vast love to lost mankind. 
 
 1 this, O Lord, enthroned on high, 
 ith more than royal majesty 
 aou spreadest forth thine arms abroad, 
 ad callest all mankind to God. 
 
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 5 C) grant us then to find a place 
 Around the footstool of thy grace, 
 And there in humble faith to stay 
 Till all our sins are wash'd away ! 
 
 6 O banner of the cross, unfurl' d 
 
 To shine with glory through the world, 
 O may we ever cleave to thee, 
 And thou shalt our salvation be ! 
 
 1 When I survey the wondrous cross 
 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
 All the vain things that charm me most 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet V 
 Or thoms compose so rich a crown V 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 Love so amazing, so divine 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 1 'Tis finish'd ! The Messiah dies, 
 Cut off for sins, but not his own ! 
 Accomplish'd is the sacrifice, 
 
 The great redeeming work is done. 
 
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 L. M. — Watts. 
 
 5 
 
 L. M. — C. Wesley. 
 « It is Finished." 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 2 'Tis finish' d ! All the debt is paid ; 
 
 Justice divine is satisfied ; 
 The grand and full atonement made ; 
 God for a guilty world hath died. 
 
 3 The veil is rent in Christ alone ; 
 
 The living- way to heaven is seen ; 
 The middle wall is broken down, 
 And all mankind may enter in. 
 
 4 The types and figures are fulfill' d, 
 
 Exacted is the legal pain, 
 The precious promises are seal'd ; 
 The spotless Lamb of God is slain. 
 
 5 Saved from the legal curse I am, 
 My Saviour hangs on yonder tree ; 
 
 See there the meek, expiring Lamb ! 
 'Tis finish' d ! He expires for me. 
 
 Death, hell, and sin, are now subdued ; 
 
 All grace is now to sinners given ; 
 And, lo ! I plead th' atoning blood, 
 And in thy right I claim thy heaven. 
 
 C. M.— Cowper. 
 The Fountain. 
 
 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
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 3 Dear dying- Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save, 
 When this poor lisping stammering tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 L. M. — C. Wesley. 
 The Great Antetype. 
 
 1 O thou whose off 1 ring on the tree 
 
 The legal offerings all foreshow'd, 
 Borrow'd their whole effect from thee, 
 And drew their virtue from thy blood: 
 
 2 The blood of govts and bullocks slain 
 
 Could never for one sin atone; 
 To purge the gxulty offrer's stain 
 Thine was the work, and thine alone. 
 
 3 Vain in themselves their duties were, 
 
 Their services could never please, 
 Till join'd with thine, and made to share 
 The merits of thy righteousness. 
 
 4 Forward they cast a faithful look 
 
 On thy approaching sacrifice ; 
 And thence their pleasing savour took, 
 And rose accepted in the skies. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIT. 
 
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 Those feeble types, and shadows old, 
 
 Are all in thee, the Truth, fulfuTd, 
 We in thy sacrifice behold 
 
 The substance of those rites reveal' d. 
 Thy meritorious suff 'rings past, 
 
 We see, by faith, to us brought back ; 
 And on thy grand oblation cast, 
 
 Its saving benefits partake. 
 
 S. M. — Kelly. 
 Resurrection. 
 
 " The Lord is risen indeed;" 
 
 He lives, to die no more ; 
 He lives, the sinner's cause to plead, 
 
 Whose curse and shame he bore. 
 " The Lord is risen indeed ; " 
 
 Then hell has lost his prey ; 
 With him is ris'n the ransom'd seed, 
 
 To reign in endless day. 
 u The Lord is risen indeed;" 
 
 Attending angels, hear; 
 Up to the courts of heaven, with speed 
 
 The joyful tidings bear. 
 Then wake your golden lyres, 
 
 . And strike each cheerful chord ; 
 Join all ye bright celestial choirs, 
 
 To sing our risen Lord. 
 
 7's— C. Wesley. 
 The Ascension. 
 Hail, the day that see Him rise, 
 liavish'd from our wishful eyes ! 
 Christ, awhile to mortal given, 
 Tie-ascends his native heaven. 
 
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 2 There the pompous triumph waits ; 
 " Lift your. heads, eternal gates; 
 Wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
 Take the King- of glory in ! 
 
 3 Circled round with angel powers, 
 Their triumphant Lord, and ours, 
 Conqu'ror over death and sin ; 
 Take the King of Glory in ! 
 
 4 Him though highest heaven receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
 Though returning to his throne, 
 Still he calls mankind his own. 
 
 5 See, he lifts his hands above ! 
 See, he shows the prints of love ! 
 Hark, his gracious lips bestow 
 Blessings on his church below ! 
 
 6 Ever upward let us move, 
 Wafted on the wings of love ; 
 Looking when thou, Lord, shalt come. 
 Looking, gasping after home. 
 
 7 There we shall with thee remain 
 Partners of thy endless reign ; 
 There thy face unclouded see, 
 Find our heaven of heavens in thee, 
 
 [€) S. M. — C. Wesley. 
 
 Jacob's ladder. 
 1 What doth the Ladder mean 
 
 Sent down from the Most High ? 
 Fasten'd to earth its foot is seen, 
 Its summit to the sky. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 2 Lo ! up and down the scale 
 
 The angels swiftly move ; 
 And God, the great Invisible, 
 Himself, appears above. 
 
 3 Jesus that Ladder is, 
 
 The Incarnate Deity, 
 Partaker of celestial bliss 
 And human misery. 
 
 4 Sent from his high abode, 
 
 To sleeping mortals given, 
 He stands, and man unites to God, 
 And earth connects with heaven. 
 
 % | C. M. — Watts. 
 
 Stupendous IiOve. 
 
 1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 
 
 We wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheering beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief ; 
 He saw, and (O amazing love !) 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above 
 
 With joyful haste he fled, 
 Enter' d the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 O for this love let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break ! 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
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 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told ! 
 
 | L. M. — C Wesley. 
 
 "God Messed tor ever." 
 
 1 The day of Christ, the day of God, 
 
 We humbly hope with joy to see, 
 Wash'd in the sanctifying blood 
 Of an expiring Deity. 
 
 2 Who did for us his life resign : 
 
 There is no other God but one ; 
 For all the plenitude divine 
 Resides in the Eternal Son. 
 
 3 Spotless, sincere, without offence, 
 
 O may we to his day remain ! 
 Who trust the blood of Christ to cleanse 
 Our souls from every sinful stain. 
 
 4 Lord, we believe the promise sure ! 
 
 The purchased Comforter impart ! 
 Apply thy blood to make us pure, 
 To keep us pure in life and heart ! 
 
 5 Then let us see the day, supreme, 
 
 When none thy Godhead shall deny ! 
 Thy sov' reign majesty blaspheme, 
 
 Or count thee less than the Most High. 
 
 G When all who on their God believe. 
 Who here thy last appearing love. 
 Shall thy consummate joy receive, 
 And see thy glorious face above. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 S. M. — Montgomery. 
 Pentecost. 
 
 1 Lord G od the Holy Ghost, 
 
 In this accepted hour, 
 As on the day of Pentecost, 
 Descend in all thy power ! 
 
 2 We meet with one accord 
 
 In our appointed place, 
 And wait the promise of our Lord, 
 The spirit of all grace. 
 
 3 Like mighty rushing wind 
 
 Upon the waves beneath, 
 Move with one impulse every mind, 
 One soul, one feeling breathe. 
 
 4 The young, the old, inspire 
 
 With wisdom from above ; 
 And give us hearts and tongues of fii 
 To pray, and praise, and love. 
 
 5 Spirit of light, explore, 
 
 And chase our gloom away, 
 With lustre shining more and more 
 Unto the perfect day. 
 
 6 Spirit of truth, be thou 
 
 In life and death our guide ; 
 O spirit of adoption, now 
 May we be sanctified ! 
 
 1 The Lord of glory is my light, 
 And my salvation too ; 
 God is my strength ; nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
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 C. M. — Watts. 
 Psalm xxvii. 
 
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 HYMNS FOR 
 
 2 One privilege my heart desires, 
 
 O grant me an abode 
 Among the churches of thy saints. 
 The temples of my God ! 
 
 3 There shall I offer my request, 
 
 And see thy beauty still ; 
 Shall hear thy messages of love, 
 And there inquire thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 God has a strong pavilion where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 5 Now shall my head be rifted high, 
 
 Above my foes around ; 
 And songs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple sound. 
 
 15 S. M. — Watts. 
 
 Psalm xlviii. 
 
 1 Far as thy name is known, 
 
 The world declares thy praise ; 
 Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne 
 Their songs of honor raise. 
 
 2 With joy let Judah stand 
 
 On Zion's chosen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
 And counsels of thy will. 
 
 3 Let strangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell ; 
 Compass and view the holy ground. 
 And mark the building well. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
 4 The order of thy house, 
 
 The worship of thy court, 
 - The cheerful songs, the solemn vows 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 5 How decent and how wise ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eye 
 And rites adorn'd with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worship now 
 
 Will guide us till we die : 
 Will be our God while here beloAV, 
 And ours above the sky. 
 
 16 c - M. — Watts. 
 
 Psalm exxii. 
 
 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear, 
 
 My friends devoutly say, 
 ' ' In Zion let us all appear, 
 And keep the solemn day !" 
 
 2 I love her gates, I love the road ! 
 
 The church adorn'd with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To show his milder face. 
 
 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 
 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 The Son of David holds his throne, 
 And sits in judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears our praises and complaints, 
 
 And, while his awful voice 
 Divides the sinners from the saints, 
 We tremble, and rejoice ! 
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 5 Peace be within this sacred place, 
 
 And joy a constant guest ! 
 With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
 Be her attendants blest. 
 
 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
 
 While life or breath remains ; 
 There my best friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God, my Saviour, reigns. 
 
 1 " Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord : 
 
 ' ' Bid the whole earth my grace receive;" 
 He shall be saved who trusts my word ; 
 He shall be damn'd who won't believe. 
 
 2 " I'll make your great commission known ; 
 
 And ye shall prove my gospel true 
 By all the works that I have done, 
 By all the wonders ye shall do. 
 
 3 " Teach all the nations my commands; 
 
 I'm with you till the world shall end : 
 All power is trusted in my hands ; 
 I can destroy and I defend." 
 
 4 He spake, and light shone round his head ; 
 
 On a bright cloud to heaven he rode : 
 They to the furthest nations spread 
 The grace of their ascended God. 
 
 The Treasure in Earthern Vessels. 
 
 1 How rich thy bounty, King of kings ! 
 Thy favors, how divine ! 
 The blessings which thy gospel brings, 
 How splendidly they shine ! 
 
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 L. M. — Watts. 
 The Great Commission. 
 
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 C. M. — Doddridge. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, 
 Should gold and gems compare ; 
 
 How mean, when set against those joys 
 Thy poorest servants share ! 
 
 Yet all these treasures of thy grace 
 
 Are lodged in urns of clay ; 
 And the weak sons of mortal race 
 
 Th' immortal gifts convey. 
 
 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth, 
 Yet grace the victory gives ; 
 
 Quickly they moulder back to earth, 
 Yet still thy gospel lives. 
 
 Such wonders, power divine effects ; 
 
 Such trophies God can raise ; 
 His hand, from crumbling dust, erects 
 
 His monument of praise. 
 
 | S. M. — Wesley. 
 
 Opening Conference. 
 
 1 And are we yet alive 
 
 And see each other's face ? 
 Glory and praise to Jesus give 
 
 For his redeeming grace ! 
 Preserved by power divine 
 
 To full salvation here, 
 Again in Jesus' pfaise we join, 
 
 And in his sight appear. 
 
 2 What troubles have we seen, 
 
 What conflicts have we past, 
 Fightings without, and fears within, 
 Since we assembled last ; 
 
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 But out of all the Lord 
 Hath brought us by his love ; 
 
 And still he doth his help afford. 
 And hides our life above. 
 
 3 Then let us make our boast 
 
 Of his redeeming power, 
 Which saves us to the uttermost. 
 
 Till we can sin no more : 
 Let us take up the cross, 
 
 Till we the crown obtain ; 
 And gladly reckon all things loss, 
 
 So we may Jesus gain. 
 
 JO s - M.— C. Wesley. 
 
 Closing Conference. 
 
 1 And let our bodies part, 
 
 To different climes repair ; 
 Inseparably join'd in heart 
 The friends of Jesus are. 
 
 .2 Jesus, the corner stone, 
 Did first our hearts unite, 
 And still he keeps our spirits one. 
 Who walk with him in white. 
 
 3 O let us still proceed 
 
 In Jesus' work below ; 
 And following our triumphant Head, 
 To further conquest go. 
 
 4 The vineyard of the Lord 
 
 Before his lab'rors lies ; 
 And lo ! we see the vast reward 
 Which waits us in the skies. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 5 O let our heart and mind 
 
 Continually ascend, 
 That haven of repose to find. 
 Where all our labours end ! 
 
 6 Where all our toils are o'er, 
 
 Our suff 'ring- and our pain : 
 Who meet on that eternal shore 
 Shall never part again. 
 
 7 O happy, happy place, 
 
 Where saints and angels meet ! 
 There we shall see each other's face, 
 And all our brethren greet. 
 
 8 The church of the first-born, 
 
 We shall with them be blest, 
 And, crown'd with endless joy, return 
 To our eternal rest. 
 
 9 With joy we shall behold, 
 
 In yonder bless' d abode, 
 The patriarchs and prophets old, 
 And all the saints of God. 
 
 10 Abr'am and Isaac, there, 
 
 And Jacob, shall receive 
 The foll'wers of their faith and prayer, 
 Who now in bodies live. 
 
 1 1 We shall our time beneath 
 
 Live out in cheerful hope, 
 And fearless pass the vale of death. 
 And'gain the mountain top. 
 
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 12 To gather home his own 
 
 God shall his angels send, 
 And bid our bliss, on earth begun, 
 In deathless triumph end. 
 
 G's and 8's — C. Wesley. 
 The year of Jubilee. 
 
 1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 
 
 The gladly solemn sound ; 
 Let all the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home. 
 
 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 
 Hath full atonement made : 
 Ye weary spirits, rest ; 
 
 Ye mournful souls, be glad ; 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 o Extol the Lamb of God 
 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption, through his blood. 
 
 Throughout the world proclaim ; 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 
 Your liberty receive, 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 
 And bless'd in Jesus live ; 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 5 Ye who have sold for naught 
 
 Your heritage above, 
 Eeceive it back unbought, 
 
 The gift of Jesus' love ; 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home. 
 
 6 The gospel trumpet hear 
 
 The news of heavenly grace ; 
 And, saved from earth, appear 
 
 Before your Saviour's face ; 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home, 
 
 The Hearty Welcome. 
 
 1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast ; 
 Let every soul be Jesus' guest ; 
 Ye need not one be left behind, 
 For God hath bidden all mankind. 
 
 'J Sent by my Lord, on you I call; 
 The invitation is to all : 
 Come, all the world ! come, sinners thou ! 
 All things in Christ are ready now. 
 
 S Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, 
 Ye restless wand'rers after rest, 
 Ye poor and maim'd, and halt and blind. 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 My message, as from God receive : 
 Ye all may come to Christ and live : 
 O let his love your hearts constrain, 
 Nor suffer him to die in vain ! 
 
HYMNS FOR 
 
 5 See hiin set forth before your eyes, 
 That precious bleeding sacrifice ! 
 His offer' d benefits embrace, 
 And freely now be saved by grace ! 
 
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 1 How happy, how joyful, how loving I feel, 
 
 I want to feel more love, yea, more love and zeal, 
 I want my love perfect, I want my love pure. 
 That all things with patience I well may endure. 
 
 2 I want to be little, more simple, more mild, 
 
 More like my bless'd Master, and more like a child, 
 More watchful, moro prayerful, more lowly in mind, 
 More thankful, more gentle, more loving and kind. 
 
 3 I want to have wisdom that comes from above ; 
 
 I want my heart fill'd with the purest of love ; 
 I want my faith stronger, my anchor, hope, sure, 
 And like a good soldier, a faith to endure. 
 
 4 I want to be stripp'd of all vain human pride; 
 All malice and anger I would lay aside ; 
 From sin and from bondage I want to be free, 
 And live, my dear Saviour, live only like thee. 
 
 5 My treasure in heaven I want to lay up, 
 Where nothing will enter to rust or corrupt ; 
 Where no thief or robber will venture or dare, 
 My heart and my treasure I want to be there. 
 
 (3 My miion I want with the Father and Son, 
 I want that completed which grace hath begun, 
 With love and sweet union, that soothes every care, 
 And with my dear brethren all burdens to bear. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
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 7 When time is no more, then from earth we'll remove, 
 To dwell in the region of pure light and love, 
 With Jesus, our Saviour, and all holy men, 
 We'll sing hallelujahs forever, amen. 
 
 Come, ye Disconsolate. 
 
 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 
 
 Come, to God's altar fervently kneel, [guish, 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an- 
 Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 
 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 
 Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name, saying 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 
 
 3 Go, ask the infidel what boon he brings us: 
 
 What charm for aching hearts he can reveal. 
 Sweet as the heavenly promise Hope brings us, 
 Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal. 
 
 C - M - — °' Wrs7r 'J- 
 Before Evening Sermon. 
 
 1 Thou son of God, whose flaming eyes 
 
 Our inmost thoughts perceive, 
 Accept the evening sacrifice 
 Which now to thee we give. 
 
 2 "We bow before thy gracious throne, 
 
 And think ourselves sincere : 
 But show us, Lord, is every one 
 Thy real worshipper ? 
 
 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, 
 
 Nor feels his want of thee ; 
 A stranger to the blood which bought 
 His pardon on the tree ? 
 
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 4 Convince him now of unbelief, 
 
 His desp'rate state explain ; 
 And fill his heart with sacred grief. 
 And penitential pain. 
 
 5 Speak with that voice that wakes the dead. 
 
 And bid the sleeper rise ; 
 And bid his guilty conscience dread 
 The death that never dies. 
 
 6 Extort the cry, " What must be done 
 
 To save a wretch like me ? " 
 How shall a trembling sinner shun 
 That endless misery *? 
 
 7 " I must this instant now begin 
 
 Out of my sleep to wake, 
 And turn to God, and every sin 
 Continually forsake : 
 
 8 "I must for faith incessant cry, 
 
 And wrestle, Lord, with thee ; 
 I must be born again, or die 
 To all eternity!" 
 
 26 c - — Nod. 
 
 Hope in Trouble. 
 
 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past 
 
 And mourns the present pain, 
 'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, 
 And feel that death is gain. 
 
 2 'Tis not that murm'iing thoughts arise 
 
 And dread a Father's will; 
 'Tis not that meek submission flies. 
 And would not suffer still : — 
 
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 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 
 
 The path that leads to light, 
 # And longs her eagles 1 plumes to raise, 
 And lose herself in sight : — 
 
 4 It is that hope with ardor glows. 
 
 To see Him face to face ; 
 "Whose dying love no language knows 
 Sufficient art to trace. 
 
 5 O let me wing my hallow'd flight 
 
 From earth-born woe and care, 
 And soar above these clouds of night, 
 3Iy Saviour's bliss to share ! 
 
 C. M. — G. Wesley. 
 Pleadings. 
 
 1 Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 
 
 The weary sinners' friend; 
 Come to my help, pronounce the word, 
 And bid my troubles end. 
 
 2 Deliv'rance to my soul proclaim, 
 
 And life and liberty ; 
 Shed forth the virtue of thy name, 
 And Jesus prove to me ! 
 
 o Faith to be heai'd thou know'st I have, 
 For thou that hast given. 
 Thou canst, thou wilt, the sinner save, 
 And make me meet for heaven. 
 
 4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine; 
 Thou wilt victorious prove : 
 For everlasting strength is thine, 
 And everlasting love. 
 
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 5 Thy powerful Spirit shall subdue 
 
 Unconquerable sin ; 
 Cleanse this foul heart, and make it new, 
 And write thy law within. 
 
 6 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, 
 
 Yet let me hear thy call, 
 My soul in confidence shall rise, 
 Shall rise and break through alL 
 
 7 Speak, and the deaf shall hear thy voice ; 
 
 The blind his sight receive ; 
 The dumb, in songs of praise rejoice ; 
 The heart of stone believe. 
 
 8 The Ethiop then shall change his skin ; 
 
 The dead shall feel thy power ; 
 The loathsome leper shall be clean, 
 And I shall sin no more 
 
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 "My meditation of Him shall be sweet." 
 
 1 While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 
 
 Be my vain wishes still' d ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 With better hopes be fill'd. 
 
 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow 1 d, 
 
 To thee my thoughts would soar : 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has How'd, 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 3 In each event of life how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see ; 
 Each blessing to my soul most dear, 
 Because conferr'd by thee. 
 
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 4 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear, 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 Or seek relief in pray'r. 
 
 5 When gladness wings the f avour'd hour, 
 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
 Resign' d when storms of sorrow lower, 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 0 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
 The gath'ring storm shall see. 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear — 
 That heart will rest on thee. 
 
 ^Jfj& C. M.- Watts. 
 
 Surrendering at the Cross. 
 
 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 And did my Sovereign die ? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 
 2. Was it for crimes that I have done 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in ; 
 When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 
 For man, the creature's sin ! 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
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 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe : 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 C. M. — Newton. 
 The Effort. 
 
 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy -seat, 
 
 Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
 
 With this I venture nigh ; 
 Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 
 
 By Satan sorely prest, 
 By wars without and fears within, 
 I come to thee for jest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding place, 
 
 That, shelter'd near thy side,* 
 I may my tierce accuser face, 
 And tell him thou hast died. 
 
 5 O, wondrous love ! to bleed and die, 
 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead his gracious name. 
 
 G ' ' Poor tempest-tossed soul be still, 
 My promis'd grace receive ! " 
 'Tis Jesus speaks — I must, I will, 
 I can, I do believe. 
 
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 <k I am the Way." 
 
 F* Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 
 He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrow way till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment, 
 The Kind's highway of holiness, 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourn' d because I found it not ; 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Because I was not sav'd from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power, 
 I felt its weight and guilt the more, 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 " Come hither, soul, I am the way." 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou bless'd Lamb. 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but sin have I to give, 
 Nothing but love shall I receive. 
 
 G Then will I tell, to sinners round, 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And say, " Behold the way to God ! !' 
 
 Ts.—C. Wesley. 
 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, 
 ^Let me to thy bosom fly 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 "While the tempest still is high 
 
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 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life be past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 0 receive my soul at last ! 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me ! 
 All my trust on thee is stay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring. 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy name ; 
 
 1 am all unrighteousness ; 
 False, and full of sin, I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found. 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin : 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 3Iake and keep me pure within : 
 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
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 Wrestling Jacob. 
 
 1 Come, O thou Traveller unknown. 
 Whom still I hold, but cannot see, 
 
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 My company before is gone, 
 
 And I am left alone with thee : 
 "VYith thee all night I mean to stay, 
 And wrestle till the break of day. 
 
 2 I need not tell thee who I am ; 
 
 My sin and misery declare ; 
 Thyself hast call'd me by my name, 
 
 Look on thy hands and read it there : 
 But who, I ask thee, who art thou V 
 Tell me thy name and tell me now. 
 
 3 In vain thou strugglest to«get free, 
 
 I never will unloose my hold, 
 Art thou the man that died for me ? 
 
 The secret of thy love unfold : 
 Wrestling, I will not let thee go 
 Till I thy name, thy nature know. 
 
 4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal 
 
 Thy new, unutterable name ? 
 Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; 
 
 To know it now, resolved I am : 
 Wrestling, I will not let thee go 
 Till I thy name, thy nature know. 
 
 5 What though my shrinking nesh complain 
 
 And murmur to contend so long ? 
 I rise superior to my pain : 
 
 When I am weak, then am I strong ! 
 And when my all of strength shall fail, 
 I shall with thee, God-man, prevail ! 
 
 6 My strength is gone, my nature dies, 
 
 I sink beneath thy weighty hand ; 
 Fainb, to revive, and fall, to rise ; 
 
 I fall, and yet by faith I stand ; 
 I stand, and will not let thee go 
 Till I thy name, thy nature know. 
 
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 C. VL—Qavper. 
 
 The Backslider's Prayer. 
 
 1 O for a closer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and heavenly frame ; 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 
 0 W hat peaceful hours I once enjoy'd, 
 
 How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 T hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast, 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worship only thee. 
 G So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 \& V&.—Cowper. 
 
 L«ove to the Saviour. 
 
 1 Hark my soul, it is the Lord ! 
 
 'T is thy Saviour, hear his word ! 
 Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee : 
 " Say, poor sinner, lov'et thou me ?" 
 
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 2 * 4 1 deliver'd thee when bound, 
 
 And, when bleeding-, heal'd thy wound, 
 Sought thee, wand'ring, set thee right, 
 Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 Can a mother's tender care 
 Cease toward, the child she bare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be : 
 
 Yet I will remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above. 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 5 u Thou shalt see my glory soon. 
 When the work of faith is done, 
 Partner of my throne shalt be : 
 Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?" 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
 That my love is still so faint ; 
 Yet I love thee and adore : 
 
 O for grace to love thee more ! 
 
 Perfect Purification. 
 
 1 For ever here my rest shall be, 
 
 Close to thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 
 Fountain for guilt and sin ; 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
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 3 Wash me, and mako me thus thine own ; 
 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 
 
 Till faith to sight improve, 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, 
 
 To all thy people known ; 
 A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
 And thou art loved alone : 
 
 2 A rest where all our soul's desire 
 
 Is fix'd on things above; 
 Where fear, and sin, and grief expire. 
 Cast out by perfect love. 
 
 3 O that I now the rest might know, 
 
 Believe, and enter in ! 
 Now, Saviour, now the power bestow. 
 And let me cease from sin ! 
 
 4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 
 
 This unbelief remove ; 
 To me the rest of faith impart, 
 The sabbath of thy love. 
 3^ Tn—C. Wetley. 
 
 " Christ Llvelh In me." 
 
 1 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
 In thy gracious hands I am ; 
 Make me. Saviour, what thou art, 
 Live thyself within my heart. 
 
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 2 I shall then show forth thy praise, 
 Serve thee all my happy days, 
 Then the world shall always see 
 Christ, the holy Child, in me. 
 
 C M.-G Wesley. 
 
 Praying for a Holy Heart. 
 
 1 O for a heart to praise my God, 
 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels thy- blood 
 So freely spilt for me ! — 
 
 2 A heart resign' d, submissive, meek, 
 
 My great Redeemer's throne, — 
 "Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 AVhere Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 o O for a lowly, contrite heart. 
 Believing, true, and clean ! 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From him that dwells within : 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, — 
 A copy, Lord, of thine. 
 40 10'a 5's and ll's.— C. Wefey. 
 
 The Pilgrimage. 
 1 Come let us anew our journey pursue, 
 With vigor arise, 
 And press to o\ir permanent place in the skies. 
 Of heavenly birth, though wand'ring on earth, 
 
 This is not our place, 
 But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. 
 
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 "2 At Jesus' call we gave up all; 
 
 And BtLU wc 1'orego, 
 For ferns' sake, our enjoyments below; 
 No longing we find for the country behind ; 
 
 But onward we move, 
 And still wc are seeking a country above — 
 o A country of joy, without auy alloy, 
 
 We thither repair: 
 Our hearts aud our treasure already are there, 
 We march hand in hand to Immanucl's laud; 
 
 No matter what cheer 
 We meet with on earth, for eternity's near! 
 4 'Die rougher our way, the shorter our stay; 
 
 The tempests that rise 
 Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies, 
 The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; 
 
 The troubles that come, 
 Shall come to our rescue, and hasten ua homo. 
 
 The Pilgrim's Sons* 
 
 1 Children of the heavenly King 1 , 
 As we journey let us sing- ; 
 
 Sing our Saviours worthy praise. 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 We are traveling home to God 
 In the way our fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 O ye banished seed, be glad ! 
 Christ our Advocate is made : 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 7's. — Cennick. 
 
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 •1 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of our land ; 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
 Bids us, undismay'd, go on. 
 
 5 Lord ! obediently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 4^ 7 ' 8 6 ' 8 aud C. Wesley. 
 
 Only Jesus. 
 
 1 Vain, delusive world, adieu, 
 
 With all of creature good ! 
 Only Jesus I pursue, 
 
 Who bought rne with his blood ! 
 All thy pleasures I forego, 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 
 'Tis all but vanity : 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 
 
 He tasted death for me ! 
 Me to save from endless woe 
 
 The sin-atoning Victim died | 
 Only J esus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 3 Here will I set up my rest ; 
 
 My fluctuating heart 
 From the haven of his breast 
 Shall never more depart : 
 
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 Whither should a sinner go V 
 
 His wounds for me stand open wide : 
 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 4 Him to know is life and peace, 
 
 And pleasure without end ; 
 This is all my happiness, 
 
 On Jesus to depend ; 
 Daily in his grace to grow 
 
 And ever in his faith abide : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 5 O that I could all invite, 
 
 This saving truth to prove, [height, 
 Show the length, the breadth, the 
 
 And depth, of Jesus' love ! 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 The blood by faith alone applied ! 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 Ajid Jesus crucified ! 
 
 |_3 L M. — Hart. 
 
 Prayer. 
 
 1 Prayer is appointed to convey 
 
 The blessings God designs to give : 
 Long as they live should Christians pray ; 
 They learn to pray when first they live. 
 
 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress; 
 
 If cares distract, or fears diBmay ; 
 If guilt dejects; if sin distress;— 
 In eyery case, still watch and pray, 
 
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 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak : 
 Though thought be broken, language lame, 
 Pray if thou canst, or canst not speak : 
 But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 
 
 i Depend on him; thou canst not fail; 
 
 Make all thy wants and wishes known ; 
 Fear not ; his merits must prevail : 
 Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 
 
 8. M. — C. Wesley. 
 
 "Prajlng always, with all Prayer." 
 
 1 To God your every want 
 
 In instant prayer display : 
 Pray always ; pray, and never faint ; 
 Pray, without ceasing, pray. 
 
 2 In fellowship, — alone, — 
 
 To God, with faith, draAV near : 
 Approach his courts, besiege his throne 
 With all the power of prayer : 
 
 3 Go to his temple, go, 
 
 Nor from his altar move : 
 Let every house his worship know, 
 And every heart his love. 
 
 4 To God your spirits dart ; 
 
 Your souls in words declare ; 
 Or groan to him who reads the heart, 
 Th' unutterable prayer. 
 
 o His mercy now implore ; 
 
 And now show forth his praise ; 
 In shouts, or silent, adore 
 His miracles of grace, 
 
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 G Pour out your souls to God, 
 
 And bow them, with your kuees ; 
 And spread your hearts and hands abroad , 
 And pray for Zion's peace. 
 7 Your guides and brethren bear 
 Forever on your mind ; 
 Extend the arms of mighty prayer, 
 In grasping all mankind. 
 
 1 A charge to keep I have, 
 
 A God to glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 And fit it for the sky ; 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil : 
 O may it all my powers engage, 
 To do my master's will ! 
 o A rm me with jealous care, 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And, 0 thy servant, Lord, prepare, 
 A strict account to give ! 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 Arid on thyself rely, 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, 
 And let your joys be known : 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 While ye surround his throne. 
 
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 8. Ml — Watts. 
 Rejoicing in God. 
 
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 2 The sorrows of the mind 
 
 Be banish'd from the place ! 
 Religion never was design' d 
 To make our pleasures less. 
 
 0 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But servants of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 1 The God that rules on high, 
 
 That all the earth surveys, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky, 
 
 And calms the roaring seas. 
 5 This awful God is ours, 
 
 Our Father and our Love, 
 He will send down his heav'nly powers 
 
 To carry us above. 
 G There we shall see his face, 
 
 And never, never sin ; 
 There, from the rivers of his grace. 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in ; 
 
 7 Yea, and before we rise 
 
 To that immortal state, 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
 Should constant joys create. 
 
 8 The men of grace have found, 
 
 Glory begun below ; 
 Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
 From faith and hope may grow : 
 
 9 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
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 10 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And every tear be dry ; (ground 
 We're marching thro' Immanuel's 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 8's and l'p.—R. Robinson. 
 Gratitude. 
 
 1 Come, thou fount of every blessing, 
 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace : 
 Streams of mercy never ceasing, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 Praise the mount — I'm iix'd upon it; 
 
 Mount of thy redeeming love ! 
 
 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither, by thy help, I'm come ; 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me, when a stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed his precious' blood ! 
 
 1} O ! to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ! 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love — 
 Here's my heart, O take and seal it ! 
 
 Seal it for thy courts above. 
 
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 Discipline. 
 
 1 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, 
 To thee, lo, now my soul I bow ; 
 
 I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, 
 I find thee, Saviour, in my heart. 
 
 2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, 
 Protect me through my^life's short day, 
 In all my acts may wisdom guide, 
 And keep me, Saviour, near thy side. 
 
 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ; 
 As I have need, my Saviour be : 
 And if I would from thee depart, 
 Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 
 
 4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
 Save me from sin and Satan's power; 
 Tear every idol from thy throne, 
 And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 
 
 5 My sufFring time shall soon be o'er, 
 Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; 
 My ransom'd soul shall soar away ; 
 To sing thy praise in endless day. 
 
 1 O God, our help in ages past, 
 
 Oui hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home : 
 
 2 Under the shadow of thy throne 
 
 Still may we dwell secure ; 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
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 3 Before the hills in order stood. 
 
 Or Earth received her frame, 
 From everlasting thou art God, 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 4 A thousand ages, in thy sight, 
 
 Are like an evening gone; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 
 
 With all their cares and fears, 
 Are carried downward by the Hood, 
 And lost in following years. 
 
 G Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 7 O God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come ; 
 Be thou our guard while life shall last, 
 Aud our perpetual home. 
 
 The Day of Judgment. 
 
 1 And must I be to judgment brought, 
 
 And answer in that day 
 For every vain and idle thought, 
 And every word I say ? 
 
 2 Yes, every secret of my heart 
 
 Shall shortly be made known, 
 And I receive my just deserts 
 For all that I have done. 
 
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 3 How careful, then, ought I to live ! 
 
 With what religious fear ! 
 Who such a strict account must give 
 For my behaviour here ! 
 
 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, 
 
 The watchful power bestow; 
 So shall I to my ways take heed, 
 To all I speak or da 
 
 5 If now thou standest at the door, 
 
 0 let me feel thee near ! 
 
 And make my peace with God, before 
 
 1 at thy bar appear. 
 
 > J L. :>L— C. Wesley. 
 
 The Last Day. 
 
 1 The great archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 (While twice ten thousand thunders roar,) 
 Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground. 
 And make the greedy sea restore. 
 
 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead, 
 
 The earth no more her 6lain conceal ; 
 Sinners shall lift their guilty head, 
 And shrink to see a yawning helL 
 
 3 But we, who now our Lord confess. 
 
 And faithful to tho end endure, 
 Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness, — 
 Stand, as the Bock of Ages, Bure. 
 
 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall, 
 
 And mountains are on mountains hurl'd, 
 Shall stand unmoved amidst them all, 
 And smile to see a burning world. 
 
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 5 The earth, and all the works therein, 
 
 Dissolve, by raging flames destroy 'd; 
 Whilo we survey the awful scene, 
 And mount above the fiery void. 
 
 6 By faith we now transcend the skies. 
 
 And on that ruined world look down : 
 By love, above all height we rise, 
 And share the everlasting throne. 
 
 a M. — Watts. 
 The Heavenly Canaan. 
 
 1 There is a land of pure delight, • 
 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasuresT>anish pain. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never- with'ring flowers ; 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 8 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 Stand dress' d in living green ; 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan roll'd between. 
 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 And view the landscape o'er, [flood, 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
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 C. M. — S. Stennett. 
 The Heavenly Canaan. 
 
 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
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 2 O, the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail 
 
 On trees immortal grow : [vales, 
 There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 All o'er those wide extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God the Son forever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 C When shall I reach that happy place. 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face. 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 
 
 Would here no longer stay ! 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 8 Adieu ! adieu ! all earthly things ! — 
 
 I come, my Lord, 1 come ! 
 Angels, extend your golden wings, 
 And bear my Spirit home. 
 
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 «* I would not live alway." 
 
 1 I would not live ahvay: I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rise dark o'er the way; 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live ahvay; no — welcome the tomb, 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
 There, sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 
 
 To hail him In triumph ascending the skies. 
 Who, who would live ahvay, away from his God — 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, [plains, 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 
 4c Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet 
 Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 And the smiles of the Lord is the feast of the soul, 
 
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 q$v^ TSf—Botorirtg. 
 
 1 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Trav'ler o'er yon mountain's height, 
 
 See that glory -beaming star. 
 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Trav'ler yes ; it brings the day, 
 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 
 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 
 
 Peace and truth, its course portends. 
 
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 "Watchman, will its beams alone 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 
 Trav'ler, ages are its own, 
 
 See ! it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 Watchman, let thy wand'rings cea.se, 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
 Trav'ler, lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come. 
 
 1 Let me alone another year, 
 
 In honor of thy Son. 
 Who doth my Advocate appeal 
 Before thy gracious throne. 
 
 2 Thou hast vouchsafed a longer space, 
 
 And spared the barren tree, 
 Because for me my Saviour prays. 
 And pleads his death for me. 
 
 3 Time to repent thou dost bestow ; 
 
 But O the power impart ! 
 And let my eyes with tears o'erflow, 
 And break my stubborn heart. 
 
 4 I'd nail my passions to the cross, 
 
 Where my Redeemer dies ; 
 And all things count but shame and loss 
 For Jesus crucified. 
 
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 C. M.— C. Wesley. 
 New Year's Day, 
 
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 5 Giver of penitential pain, 
 
 Before that cross I lie, 
 In grief determined to remain 
 Till thou thy blood apply. 
 
 6 Forgiveness on my conscience seal, 
 
 Bestow thy promised rest ; 
 With purest love thy servant fill, 
 And number with the blest. 
 C. M. — Waits. 
 Inspiring Hope. 
 
 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. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, 
 
 Let storms of sorrow fall ; 
 So I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all. 
 4- There I shall bathe my weary soul 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast, 
 a M. — Wat's. 
 Courage, 
 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, — 
 A foll'wer of the Lamb, — 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
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 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 "While others fought to win the prize 
 And sail'd through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 .Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord ; 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain : 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer, though they die ; 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 By faith they bring it nigh. 
 
 C "When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 And a]l thy armies shine, 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 S. M. — Beddome. 
 Praying for Raii». 
 
 1 O Lord, in mercy spare 
 
 The herbage of the field ; 
 An 1, under thy paternal rare, 
 May it abundance yield. 
 
 2 Re strain the burning ray, 
 
 And grant refreshing rains ; 
 llcstore the verdure from decay, 
 And drench the parched plains. 
 
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 o Thou we our praise will show 
 To our preserver, God ; 
 Our songs of melody shall flow. 
 Aud spread his name abroad. 
 
 (JO c - M. — Watts. 
 
 Thanksgiving for E*ah2. — Pralm 
 
 1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King-, 
 
 "Who makes the earth his care ; 
 Visits the pastures every spring, 
 And bids the grass appear. 
 
 2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high, 
 
 Pour out at his command 
 Their wat'ry blessings from the sky, 
 To cheer the thirsty land, 
 o The soften' d ridges of the field 
 Permit the corn to spring ; 
 The valleys rich provision yield, 
 And the poor lab'rers sing. 
 4 The little hills on every side 
 Rejoice at falling showers; 
 The meadows, dress'd in all their pride, 
 Perfume the air with flowers. 
 0 The various months thy goodness crowns, 
 How bounteous are thy ways ! 
 The bleating flock spread o'er the downs, 
 And shepherds shout thy praise. 
 C. M.— Montgomery. 
 What is Prayer I 
 i. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 
 Utter'd, or unexpress'd ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
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 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 The falling- of a tear ; 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 When none bnt God is near. 
 
 0 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air ; 
 His watchword at the gates of death ; 
 lie enters heaven with prayer. 
 
 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And cry, li Behold he prays !" 
 
 G O, thou, by whom we come to God, 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way ! 
 The path of prayer thyself hast trod : 
 Lord, teach us how to pray. 
 
 S. SI* — Montgomery. 
 Lord's Prayer. 
 
 1 Our heavenly Father, hear 
 
 The prayer we offer now : 
 Thy name be hallow'd far and near ; 
 To thee all nations bow. 
 
 2 Thy kingdom come ; thy will 
 
 On earth be done in love, 
 As saints and seraphim fulfil 
 Thy perfect law above. 
 
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 3 Our daily bread supply 
 
 While by the Word we live ; 
 The guilt of our iniquity 
 Forgive, as we forgive. 
 
 4 From dark temptation's power, 
 
 From Satan's wiles, defend ; 
 Deliver in the evil hour, 
 And guide us to the end. 
 
 5 Thine shall forever be 
 
 Glory and power divine ; 
 The sceptre, throne, and majesty, 
 Of heaven and earth, are thine, 
 
 G Thus humbly taught to pray 
 By thy beloved Son, 
 Through him we come to thee, and say, 
 " All for his sake be done." 
 
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 Wrestling. 
 
 1 Lord, I cannot let thee go, 
 Till a blessing thou bestow : 
 Do not turn away thy face, 
 Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 
 
 2 Dost thou ask me who I am ? 
 
 Ah ! my Lord, thou know'st my name ; 
 Yet the question gives a plea 
 To support my suit with thee. 
 
 3 Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
 In rebellion blindly bold, 
 
 Scom thy grace, thy power defy : 
 That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 
 
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 4 Once a sinner, near despair, 
 Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer ; 
 Mercy heard, and set him free ; 
 Lord, that mercy came to me. 
 
 5 Many days have pass'd since then, 
 Many changes I have seen; 
 
 Yet have been upheld till now : 
 "Who could hold me up but thou ? 
 
 6 Thou hast help'd in every need ; 
 This emboldens me to plead ; 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Canst thou let me sink at last ? 
 
 7 No ; I must maintain my hold, 
 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
 I can no denial take, 
 
 When I plead for Jesus' sake. 
 
 04 L - M. — StowelL 
 
 The Mercy-Seat. 
 
 1 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads — 
 A place of all on earth most sweet ; 
 It is the blood-bought mercy- seat. 
 
 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 "Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 
 Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
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 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense molest no more ; 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
 £J§ L. 'iS-Watts. 
 
 Praise to our Creator. 
 
 1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice 
 
 Before the Lord, your sovereign King, 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice ; 
 With all your tongues his glory sing. 
 
 2 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone 
 
 Doth life, and breath, and being, give ; 
 We are his work, and not our own. 
 The sheep that on his pastures live. 
 
 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; 
 
 With praises to his courts repair ; 
 And make it your divine employ 
 
 To pay your thanks and honors there. 
 
 4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; 
 
 Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; 
 And all the race of man shall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 C. M. — Watts. 
 
 Delight in Worship. 
 
 1 I love to see the Lord below ; 
 His church displays his grace ; 
 But upper worlds his glory know, 
 And view him face to face. 
 1 I love to worship at his feet, 
 Though sin annoy me there; 
 But saints, exalted near his seat, 
 Have no assaults to fear. 
 
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 0 I love to meet him in his court, 
 
 And taste his heavenly love ; 
 But still his visits seem too short 
 Or I too soon remove. 
 
 4 He shines, and I am all delight ; 
 He hides, and all is pain ; 
 When will he fix me in his sight, 
 And ne'er depart again ? 
 
 3 O Lord, I love thy service now ; 
 
 Thy church displays thy power ; 
 But soon in heaven I hope to bow. 
 And praise tbbo 'evermore;. 
 
 Komage and Devotion. 
 
 1 With sacred joy we lift our eyca 
 
 To those bright realms above, 
 That glorious temple in the skies, 
 Where dwells eternal Love. 
 
 2 Before the gracious throne we bow 
 
 Of heaven's almighty King; 
 Here we present the solemn vow, 
 And hymns of praise we sing. 
 
 '6 O Lord, while in thy house we kneel, 
 With trust and holy fear, 
 Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, 
 And lend a gracious ear. 
 
 4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, 
 
 And tune our lips to sing ; 
 Nor from thy presence cast away 
 The sacrifice we bring. 
 
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 \Lj><*3 C. II.— Montgomery, 
 
 Invocation for a Blessing in Worship. 
 
 1 Lord, teach thy servants how to pray 
 
 With rov'rance and with fear : 
 Though dust and ashes, yet Ave may, 
 We must, to thee draw near. 
 
 2 We come, then, God of grace, to thee ; 
 
 Give broken, contrite hearts ; 
 Give — what thine eye delights to see — 
 
 Truth in the inward parts. 
 8 Give deep humility ; the sense 
 
 Of Go^ly^sourov give- 
 A strong, de suing confidence 
 
 To see thy face and live. 
 
 4 Give faith in that one sacrifice 
 
 Which can for sin atone ; 
 To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, 
 On Christ, and Christ alone. 
 
 5 Give patience, still to wait and weep, 
 
 Though mercy long delay ; 
 Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 
 And trust thee, though thou slay. 
 
 6 Give these, and then thy will be done : 
 
 Thus strengthened with all might, 
 We, through thy Spirit and thy Hon, 
 Shall prav, and pray aright. 
 
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 1 Again our earthly cares we leave, 
 And to thy courts repair ; 
 Agiin, with joyful feet we come 
 To meet our Saviour here. 
 
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 2 Within these walls let holy peace, 
 
 And love, and concord, dwell ; 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 3 The feeling- heart, the melting- eye, 
 
 The humble mind, bestow ; 
 And shine upon us from on high, 
 To make our graces grow. 
 
 4 May we in faith receive thy word, 
 
 In faith present our prayers, 
 And in the presence of our Lord 
 Unbosom all our cares. 
 
 5 Show us some token of thy love, 
 
 Our fainting hope to raise, 
 An 1 pour thy blessing from above, 
 That wo may render praise. 
 
 7 ' 8< — Montgomery. 
 Prayer for a Blessing on Public 
 Worship. 
 
 1 To thy temple we repair ; 
 Lord, we love to worship there ; 
 There, within the veil, we meet 
 Christ upon the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 While thy glorioxis name is sung. 
 Tune our lips, inspire our tongue ; 
 Then our joyful souls shall bless 
 Christ, the Lord our Righteousness. 
 
 3 While to thee our prayers ascend, 
 Let thine ear in love attend ; 
 Hear us when thy Spirit pleads; 
 Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 
 
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 4 While thy word is heard with awe, 
 While we tremble at thy law, 
 Let thy Gospel's wondrous love 
 Every doubt and fear remove. 
 
 5 From thy house when we return. 
 Let our hearts within us burn ; 
 Then, at ev'ning we may say 
 
 44 We have walked with God to-day." 
 
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 1 Within thy house, O Lord, our God. 
 
 In glory now appear ; 
 Make this a place of thine abode, 
 And shed thy blessings here. 
 
 2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, 
 
 Thy Spirit. Lord, impart ; 
 And let thy gospel's joyful sound 
 With power reach every heart. 
 
 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; 
 
 Here give the mourners rest; 
 Let Jesus here triumphant reign, 
 Enthroned in every breast. 
 
 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy 
 
 And humble prayer arise. 
 Till highef strains our tongues employ 
 In realms beyond the skies. 
 
 Tf*£ S. M. — C. Wesley. 
 
 Claiming the Promise. 
 
 1 Jesus, we look to thee, 
 
 Thy promised presence claim ; 
 T hou in the midst of us wilt be, 
 Assembled in thy name. 
 
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 2 Thy name salvation is, 
 
 V\ r hich here we come to prove. 
 Thy name is life, and health, and peace, 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 3 We meet, the grace to take 
 
 Which thou hast freely given ; 
 We meet on earth, for thy dear sake, 
 That we may meet in heaven. 
 
 4 O, may thy quickening voice 
 
 The death of sin remove, 
 And bid our inmost souls rejoice 
 In hope of perfect love. 
 
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 Devout Worship of God. 
 
 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee ; 
 
 Thy saints adore thy holy name, 
 Thy creatures bend th' obedient kneo, 
 And humbly thy protection claim. 
 
 2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust ; 
 
 The breath of lif e thy spirit gives ; 
 Where, but in thee, can mortals trust ? 
 Who, but our God, has power to save ? 
 
 3 Eternal source of truth and light, 
 
 To thee we look, on thee we call : 
 Lord, we are nothing in thy sight, 
 But thou to us art all in all. 
 
 4 Still may thy children in thy word 
 
 Their common trust and refuge see ; 
 O, bind us to each other, Lord, 
 By one great tie — the love of thee. 
 
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 5 Here, at the portal of thy house, 
 
 We leave our mortal hopes and fears ; 
 Accept our prayer, and bless our vows, 
 And dry our penitential tears. 
 C So shall our sun of hope arise, 
 
 With brighter and still brighter ray, 
 Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes 
 With beams of everlasting day. 
 
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 Praise for I>iviue Protection. 
 
 1 With all my powers of heart and tongue 
 I'll praise my Maker in my song ; 
 Angels shall hear the notes I raise, 
 Approve the song, and join the praise. 
 
 2 To God I cried when troubles rose ; 
 He heard me, and subdued my foes ; 
 He did my rising fears control, 
 
 And strength diffused through all my soul. 
 
 3 Amid a thousand snares I stand, 
 Upheld and guarded by his hand ; 
 His words my fainting soul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy Lord; 
 I'll sing the wonders of thy word ; 
 Not all the works and names below, 
 So much thy power and glory show. 
 
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 Goodiiexs of God Seen in his Works 
 
 1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good ; 
 To thee our songs we raise ; 
 Nature, through all her various scenes, 
 Invite us to thy praise. 
 
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 2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, 
 
 Fresh wonders strike our view : 
 And, while we gaze, our hearts exult, 
 With transport ever new. 
 
 3 Thy glory beams in every star 
 
 Which gilds the gloom of night, 
 And decks the smiling face of morn 
 With rays of cheerful light. 
 
 4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn, 
 
 With countless beauties shine : 
 The silent groves, the solemn shade, 
 Proclaim thy power divine. 
 
 5 Great nature's God, still may these scenes 
 
 Our serious hours engage : 
 Still may our grateful hearts consult 
 Thy works' instructive page. 
 
 G And while, in all thy wondrous ways. 
 Thy varied love we see, 
 O, may our hearts, great God, be led, 
 Through all thy works, to thee. 
 
 Y6 L - M-.— Walts. 
 
 All Praise Due to God. 
 
 1 My God, my King, thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
 Till death and glory raise the song. 
 
 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
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 3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, 
 And speak thy majesty divine ; 
 
 Let every realm with joy proclaim 
 The sound and honor of thy name. 
 
 4 Let distant times and nations raise 
 The long succession of thy praise, 
 And unborn ages make my song 
 The joy and triumph of their tongue. 
 
 ^f^f C. M.—Hefrinbothnm. 
 
 Praise at all Times. 
 
 1 My soul shall praise thee, O my GoU, 
 
 Through all my mortal days. 
 And in eternity prolong 
 Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 
 
 2 In every smiling, happy hour. 
 
 Be this my sweet employ ; 
 Thy praise refines my earthly bliss. 
 And heightens all my joy. 
 
 3 When anxious grief and gloomy carer, 
 
 Afflict my throbbing breast. 
 My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, 
 And lull each pain to rest. 
 
 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim 
 
 The honors of my God ; 
 My life, with all its active powers, 
 Shall spread thy praise abroad. 
 
 5 And when these lip3 shall cease to move, 
 
 When death shall close these eyes, 
 My soul shall then to nobler heights 
 Of joy and transport rise. 
 
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 b' My powers shall then, in lofty strains. 
 Their grateful tribute pay ; 
 The theme demands an angel's tongue, 
 An everlasting day. 
 
 C. M. — Wallace. 
 God Seen in His Works. 
 
 1 There's not a star whose twinkling light 
 
 Illumes the distant earth, 
 And cheers the solemn gloom of night. 
 ' But goodness gave it birth. 
 
 2 There's not a cloud whose dews distill 
 
 Upon the parching clod, 
 And clothe with verdure vale and hill. 
 That is not sent by God. 
 -1 There's not a place in earth's vast round. 
 In ocean deep, or air, 
 Where skill and wisdom are not found ; 
 For God is everywhere. 
 4 Around, beneath, below, above. 
 Wherever space extends. 
 There Heaven displays its boundless love. 
 And power with goodness blends. 
 
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 God over all. 
 
 1 The Lord our God is Lord of all : 
 
 His station who can find ? 
 I hear him in the waterfall, 
 I hear him in the wind. 
 
 2 If in the gloom of night I shroud, 
 
 His face I cannot fly ; 
 I see him in the evening cloud, 
 And in the morning sky. 
 
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 3 He lives, he reigns in every land. 
 
 From winter's polar snows, 
 To where, across the burning sand, 
 The blasting meteor glows. 
 
 4 lie smiles, we live ; he frowns, we die : 
 
 We hang upon his word, 
 lie roars his mighty arm on high, 
 We fall before his sword. 
 
 5 He bids his gales the fields deform : 
 
 Then, when his thunders cease, 
 He paints his rainbow on the storm, 
 And lulls the winds to peace. 
 
 1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen mc through, 
 Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
 My rising and my resting hours, 
 
 My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God distinctly known ; 
 
 He knows the words I mean to speak, 
 Ere from my opening lips they break. 
 
 o Within thy circling power I stand : 
 On every side I find thy hand ; 
 Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 I am surrounded still with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
 What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
 My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
 Is in the boundless prospect lost. 
 
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 5 O, may these thoughts possess my breast, 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 
 Nor let my weaker passions dare 
 Consent to sin, for God is there. 
 
 §J C. M.— //. A'. Whitt. 
 
 Almighty Power and Majesty of Hod* 
 
 1 The Lord our God is clothed with might, 
 
 The winds obey his will : 
 He speaks, and in the heavenly height 
 The rolling sun stands still. 
 
 2 Kebel, ye waves, and o'er tho land 
 
 With threatening aspect roar ; 
 The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
 
 And chains you to the shore. 
 o Ye winds of night your force combine ; 
 
 Without his high behest 
 Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 
 
 Disturb the sparrow's nest. 
 
 4 His voice sublime is heard afar ; 
 
 In distant peals it dies ; 
 Ho binds the whirlwinds to his car, 
 And sweeps the howling skies. 
 
 5 Ye nations, bend ; in reverence bend ; 
 
 Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
 And bid the choral song ascend 
 To celebrate our God. 
 
 C. M. — Watts. 
 
 Condescension of God. 
 
 1 O Lord, our God, how wondrous great 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 The glories of thy heavenly state 
 Let every tongue proclaim. 
 
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 2 Lord, what is man, or all his race. 
 
 "Who dwells so far below, 
 That thou should'st visit him with grace. 
 And love his nature so ? — 
 
 3 That thine eternal Son should bear 
 
 To take a mortal form. — 
 Made lower than his angels are. 
 To save a dying worm ? 
 
 4 Let him be crowned with majesty 
 
 Who bowed his head to death. 
 And be his honors sounded high 
 By all things that have breath. 
 
 j Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous c^rcat 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 The glories of thy heavenly state 
 Let all the earth proclaim. 
 
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 God our Keeper. 
 
 1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes ; 
 
 There all my hopes are laid ; 
 The Lord, who built the earth and skies. 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall. 
 
 Whom he designs to keep ; 
 Ilis ear attends their humble call. . 
 Ills eyes can never sleep. 
 
 3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure; 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord ; 
 His wakeful eyes employ his power 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
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 4 He guards thy soul, be keeps thy breath. 
 Where thickest dangers come ; 
 Go and return, secure from death, 
 Till God shall call thee home. 
 §4!- C M.— PVt. 
 
 God our Guardian. 
 
 1 On God we build our sure defence : 
 
 In God our hopes repose; 
 His hand protects our varying life. 
 And guards us from our foes. 
 
 2 Our minds shall be serene and calm 
 
 Like Siloa's peaceful Hood, 
 Whose soft and silver streams refresh 
 The city of our God. 
 
 3 Wc to the mighty Lord of hosts 
 
 Securely will resort ; 
 For refuge fly to Jacob's God. 
 Our succor and support. 
 
 God our Defence. 
 
 1 No change of time shall ever shock 
 
 ^ My trust, O Lord, in thee ; 
 For thou hast always been my rock, 
 A sure defence to me. 
 
 2 Thou our deliverer art, O God; 
 
 Our trust is in thy power; 
 Thou art our shield from foes abroad, 
 Our safeguard, and our tower. 
 
 3 To thee will wc address our prayer. 
 
 To whom all praise we owe ; 
 (). may we, by thy watchful care. 
 Be saved from every foe. 
 
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 4 Then let Jehovah be adored : 
 
 On whom our hopes depend ; 
 For who, except the mighty Lord, 
 His people can defend ? 
 
 C. M. — E. H. Sears. 
 A Joyous Event. 
 
 1 Calm on the listening ear of night 
 
 Come heaven's melodious strains, 
 Where wild Judea stretches far 
 Her silver-mantled plains. 
 
 2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, 
 
 Shed sacred glories there, 
 And angels, with their sparkling lyres. 
 Make music on the air. 
 
 3 The joyous hills of Palestine 
 
 Send back the glad reply, 
 And greet, from all their holy heights, 
 
 The dayspring from on high. 
 •1 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
 
 There comes a holier calm, 
 And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
 
 Her silent groves of Palm. 
 
 5 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies 
 
 Aloud with anthems ring ; 
 " Peace to the earth, good will to men. 
 From heaven's eternal King !" 
 
 Christ welcomed as a Saviour. 
 
 1 Hail thou long-expected Jesus, 
 Born to set thy people free ! 
 From our sins and fears release us ; 
 Let us find our rest in thee. 
 
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 2 Israel's strength and consolation, 
 
 Hope of all the saints, thou art ; 
 Long desired of every nation, 
 Joy of every waiting heart. 
 
 3 Born thy people to deliver, 
 
 Born a child, yet God our King, 
 Born to reign in us forever ; 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 
 
 4 By thine own eternal spirit, 
 
 Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 Raise us to thy glorious throne. 
 
 C. M. — Steele. 
 Humiliation of Christ. 
 
 1 And did the holy and the just, 
 
 The Sovereign of the skies, 
 Stoop down to wretchedness and dust. 
 That guilty man might rise ? 
 
 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 
 
 His radiant throne on high, — 
 Surprising mercy ! love unknown ! — 
 To suffer, bleed, and die. 
 
 3 He took the dying traitor's place, 
 
 And suffered in his stead ; 
 For sinful man, — O, wondrous grace !— 
 For sinful man he bled. 
 
 4 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 
 
 In thine atoning blood ! 
 By this are sinners saved from hell, 
 And rebels brought to God. 
 
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 Christ the Substance of the Levitical 
 
 1 The true Messiah now appears ; 
 
 The types are all withdrawn : 
 So fly the shadows and the stars 
 Before the rising dawn. 
 
 2 The smoking', sweet and bleeding lamb. 
 
 The kid and bullock slain. 
 And costly spice of every name, 
 Would all be burnt in vain. 
 
 3 Aaron must lay his robes away. 
 
 His mitre and his vest. 
 When Christ, the Lord, comes down to be 
 The offering and the priest. 
 •1 He took our mortal flesh, to show 
 The wonders of his love ; 
 For us he paid his life below, 
 And prays for us above. 
 5 "Forgive," he cries, "forgive their sins, 
 For I myself have died;" 
 And then he shows his opened veins, 
 And pleads his wounded side. 
 
 1 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow 
 
 The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
 'Tis midnight; in the garden now, 
 The suffering Saviour prays alone, 
 
 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed. 
 
 The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears ; 
 E'en that disciple, whom he loved. 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 Priesthood. 
 
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 Christ in Gethsamene. 
 
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 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt, 
 
 The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; 
 Yet he that hath in anguish knelt 
 Is not forsaken by his God. 
 
 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains 
 
 Is born the song that angels know ; 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 That sweetly sooth the Savior's woe. 
 
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 Holiness and Vengeance of God. 
 
 1 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 And worship at his feet ; 
 His nature is all holiness. 
 And mercy is his seat. 
 
 2 When Israel was his church. 
 When Aaron was his priest 
 
 When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, 
 
 He gave his people rest, 
 'j Oft he forgave their sins. 
 
 Nor would destroy their race ; 
 And oft he made his vengeance known 
 
 When they abused his grace. 
 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whose grace is still the same : 
 Still he's a God of holiness, 
 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
 f^*JJ s. ~M. — Witts. 
 
 Mercy of God. 
 
 1 O bless the Lord my soul ; 
 Let all within me join; 
 And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
 Whose favors are divine. 
 
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 2 O bless the Lord, my soul ; 
 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 Forgotten in unthankfulness. 
 And without praises die. 
 
 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins; 
 
 'Tis he relieves thy pain; 
 'Tis he who heals thy sicknesses, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 lie crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ransomed from the grave ; 
 lie, who redeemed my soul from hell, 
 Hath sovereign power to save. 
 
 3 lie fills the poor with good, 
 He gives the sufferer rest ; 
 The Lord hath judgment for the proud, 
 And justice for the oppressed. 
 
 0 His wondrous works and ways 
 
 He made by Moses known ; 
 But sent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved son. 
 
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 1 The eye of God is everywhere 
 
 To watch the sinner's ways ; 
 He sees who join in humble prayer, 
 And who in solemn praise. 
 
 2 One glance of thine, eternal Lord, 
 
 Can pierce and search us through ; 
 Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell afford, 
 A shelter from thy view ! 
 
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 3 The universe, in every part, 
 
 At once before thee lies ; 
 And every thought of every heart 
 Is open to thine eyes. 
 
 4 Prepare us, Lord, to pray and praise 
 
 With fervent, holy love ; 
 And fit us, by thy word of grace, 
 To worship thee above. 
 
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 Obedience better than Sacrifice. 
 
 1 Thus saith the Lord: "The spacious fields. 
 
 And flocks and herds are mine ; 
 O'er all the cattle of the hills 
 I claim a right divine. 
 
 2 u I ask no sheep for sacrifice, 
 
 Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 
 To hope and love, to pray and praise. 
 Is all that I require. 
 
 3 ' ' Call upon me when trouble's near, 
 
 My hand shall set thee free ; 
 Then shall thy thankful lips declare 
 The honors due to me. 
 
 4 " The man who offers humble praise. 
 
 He glorifies me best : 
 And those who tread my holy ways. 
 Shall my salvation taste." 
 
 0»> L - M.— Watts. 
 
 Power of the Gospel. 
 
 1 This is the word of truth and love, 
 Sent to the nations from above : 
 Jehovah here resolves to show 
 What his almighty grace can do. 
 
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 2 This remedy did wisdom find. 
 To heal diseases of the mind ; 
 
 This sovereign balm, whose virtues can 
 Restore the rained creature man. 
 
 3 The gospel bids the dead revive ; 
 Sinners obey the voice, and live ; 
 
 Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh. 
 And hearts of stone are turned to flesh. 
 
 4 May but this grace my soul renew, 
 Let sinners gaze and hate me too ; 
 The word that saves me does engage 
 A sure defence from all their rage. 
 
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 1 Arise my soul, arise. 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears. 
 The bleeding sacrifice 
 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 Before the throne my surety stands. 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to intercede : 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood to plead ; 
 His blood atoned for all our race. 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 
 Received on calvary ; 
 They pour effectual prayers, 
 
 They strongly speak for me : 
 Forgive him, O forgive, they cry. 
 Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 
 
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 4 The Father hears him praj-. 
 
 His dear annointed One : 
 He cannot turn away 
 
 The presonce of his Son ; 
 His Spirit answers to the blood, 
 And tells me, I am born of God. 
 
 5 My God is reconciled, 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear ; 
 He owns me for his child, 
 
 I can no longer fear ; 
 With confidence I now draw nigh. 
 And Father, Abba Father, cry. 
 
 f)Tf 0, M.— NnoUm. 
 
 1 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound, 
 
 That saved a wretch like me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found — 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear 
 
 And grace my fears relieved ; 
 How precious did that graco appear 
 The hour I first believed. 
 
 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come ; 
 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far. 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 And mortal life shall cease ; 
 I shall possess, within the veil, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
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 5 The world shall soon to ruin go, 
 The sun f orhear to shine ; 
 But God, who called me here below, 
 Shall be forever mine. 
 
 OS S. M. — Doddridge. 
 
 Salvation by Grace. 
 
 1 Grace ! 'tis a charming 1 sound, 
 
 Harmonious to the ear ! 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound. 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contrived the way 
 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 And all the steps that grace display. 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace led my roving feet 
 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 And new supplies each hour I meet. 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 
 Through everlasting days ; 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone. 
 And well deserves the praise. 
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 A State ot Nature and of God. 
 
 1 Not the malicious nor profane. 
 
 The wantou, nor the proud, 
 Nor thieves, nor slanderers, shall obtain 
 The kingdom of our God. 
 
 2 Surprising grace ! and such were we 
 
 By nature and by sin, 
 Heirs of immortal misery. 
 Unholy and unclean. 
 
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 3 But we are washed in Jesus' blood, 
 
 We're pardoned through his name : 
 And the good Spirit of Our God 
 Has sanctified our frame. 
 
 4 O f or a persevering power 
 
 To keep thy just commands ! 
 We would, defile our hearts no more, 
 No more pollute our hands. 
 
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 To-Day. Heb. iv. T. 
 
 1 Hasten, O sinners, to be wise, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's snn : 
 The longer wisdom you despise, g\ i 
 The harder is she to be won. 
 
 2 Oh, hasten, mercy to implore, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy season should be o'er 
 Before this evening's course be run. 
 
 3 Hasten, O sinner, to return. 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy lamp should fail to bum 
 Before the needful work is done. 
 
 4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear the curse should thee arrest 
 Before the morrow is begun. 
 
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 The Rich Worldling. Luke 16-21. 
 
 1 " My barns are full, my stores increase; 
 And now, for many years, 
 Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 
 Secure from wants and fears." 
 
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 2 Thus while a -worldling boasted once, 
 As many now presume. 
 He heard the Lord himself pronounce 
 His sudden awful doom: — 
 
 *> u This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass 
 Into a world unknown, 
 And who shall then the stores possess 
 Which thou hast called thine own?" 
 
 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly schemo 
 For happiness below ; 
 Till death destroys the pleasing dream, 
 And they awake to wo. 
 
 The Accepted Time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 
 
 1 Noav is the accepted time, 
 
 Now is the day of grace ; 
 Now sinners, come without delay 
 And seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 Now is the accepted time ; 
 
 The Saviour calls to-day ; 
 To-morrow it may be too late — 
 Then why should you delay V 
 
 3 Now is the accepted time ; 
 
 The Gospel bids you come ; 
 And every promise in his word 
 Declares there yet is room. 
 
 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 
 
 And feast them with thy love ; 
 Then will the angels clap their wings. 
 And bear the news above. 
 
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 I 0«3I < -• K—lIyde. 
 
 1 Ah, what can I, a sinner, do, 
 
 With all my guilt oppressed ! 
 I feel the hardness of my heart, 
 A nd conscience knows no rest. 
 
 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law 
 
 Does all my life condemn ; 
 The secret evils of my soul 
 Fill me with grief and shame. 
 
 3 How many precious sabbaths gone 
 
 I never can recall ! 
 And oh, what cause have I to mourn, 
 Who misimproved them all ! 
 
 4 How long, how often have I heard 
 
 Of Jesus, and of heaven; 
 Yet scarcely listened to his word, 
 Or prayed to be forgiven ! 
 
 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, 
 
 And grant renewing grace ; 
 For thou this flinty heart canst break. 
 And thine shall be the praise, 
 
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 What must I do ? 
 
 1 My conscious guilt is now so great, 
 
 It' I attempt to pray 
 The tempter tells me yet to wait, 
 ( )r frights my soul away. 
 
 2 In painful doubts what course to trj r , 
 
 I fear this long delay; 
 And must I linger here and die, 
 Ashamed to ask the way? 
 
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 :] Ye Christian Pilgrims, can ye tell 
 A stranger to the road, 
 The way that leads to Zion's hill, 
 To find a pardofcmg God ? 
 
 Hardness of heart lamented^ 
 
 1 O for a glance of heavenly day, 
 To take the stubborn stone away : 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine. 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine ! 
 
 '3 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake ; 
 The sea can roar, the mountains shake ; 
 Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
 lint this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the sorrow thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt; 
 1'ut I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 4 But something yet can do the deed ; 
 And that dear something much I need ; 
 Thy Sx>irit can from dross refine, 
 
 And move and melt this heart of mine. 
 Thus saith the Lord; " My voice obey, 
 I'll take thy heart of stone away, 
 Thy mourning soul with grace refresh, 
 And give thee a new heart of flesh." 
 
 An aged Sinner awakened. 
 
 1 ( ) what a wretched sinner, Lord ! 
 I now begin to know 
 The danger of the downward road. 
 But know not where to go. 
 
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 C. M. — Alline.. 
 
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 •J Too long, O Lord, I've slighted thee. 
 Too long refused thy grace ; 
 Yet pity, Lord, ( ) pity me, 
 Nor longer hide thy face. 
 
 fi O, should I now expire in death, ^ 
 I must go down to hell, 
 To suffer thine eternal wrath. 
 Among the fiends to dwell. 
 
 4 Lord, change my heart, or I am gone, 
 0 give me life divine ; 
 T) lough I am old, may I be born 
 A heavenly child of thine. 
 
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 The Repenting Prodigal, Luke \v. 13# &c . 
 
 1 Behold the wretch, whose lust and wine 
 
 lias wasted his estate ! 
 lie begs a share among the swine. 
 To taste the husks they eat, 
 
 2 " I die with hunger here," he cries, 
 
 kt I starve in foreign lands : 
 My father's house has large supplies, 
 And bounteous are his hands. 
 
 '•) " I'll go, and with a mournful tongue, 
 Fall down before his face ; 
 Father, I've done thy justice wrong, 
 Nor can deserve thy grace." 
 
 4 He said, and hastened to his home 
 
 To seek his father's love ; 
 The father saw the rebel come, 
 And all his bowels move. 
 
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 5 He ran and fell upon his neek, 
 Embraced and kissed liis son ; 
 The rebel's heart with sorrow break, 
 For follies he had done 
 
 O^ 1 Take off thy clothes of shame and sin," 
 (The father gives command) 
 " Dress him in garments white and clean, 
 With rings adorn his hand. 
 
 7 A day of feasting I ordain ; 
 Let mirth and joy abound ! 
 My son was dead — and lives again ; 
 Was lost — and now is found. 
 
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 A Penitent pleading for Pardon. 
 
 1 Show pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; 
 Let a repenting rebel live : 
 
 Are not thy mercies large and free V 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 
 The power and glory of thy grace ; 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound; 
 So let thy pardoning grace be found. 
 
 3 0 wash my soul from every sin, 
 
 And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And past olfenees pain my eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins conf ess, 
 Against thy law, against thy grace, 
 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
 I am condemned, but thou art clear. 
 
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 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
 I must pronounce thee just, in death ; 
 And if my soul were sent to hell, 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 G Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 
 Whose hope, still hovering round thy word , 
 Would light on some sweet promise there, 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
 1 Anxious, I strove to find the way 
 
 Which to salvation led ; 
 I listened long, I tried to pray 
 And heard what many said. 
 
 2 When some of joys and comforts told, 
 
 I feared that I was wrong ; 
 For I was stupid, dead and cold. 
 Had neither joys nor song. 
 
 3 The Lord my laboring heart relieved, 
 
 And made my burden light ; 
 Then for a moment I believed, 
 And thought that all was right. 
 
 4 Of fierce temptations others talked. 
 
 Of anguish and dismay ; 
 Through what distresses they had walked 
 Before they found the way. 
 
 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, 
 
 For I had lived at ease ; 
 1 wished for all my fears again, 
 To make me more like these. 
 
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 (J I had my wish ; the Lord disclosed 
 The evils of my heart, 
 And left my naked soul exposed 
 To Satan's fiery dart. 
 
 HO L..M— Watts. 
 
 The Beatitudes. 
 
 1 Blest are the humble souls that see 
 Their emptiness and poverty ; 
 Treasures of grace to them arc given, 
 And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 
 
 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, 
 Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; 
 The blood of Christ divinely Hows, 
 
 A healing balm for all their woes. 
 
 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar 
 From rage and passion, noise and war ; 
 God will secure their happy state, 
 And plead their cause against the great. 
 
 4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace. 
 Hunger and long for righteousness ; 
 They shall be well supplied, and fed. 
 With living streams and living bread. 
 
 5 Blest are the men whose bowels move 
 And melt with sympathy and love ; 
 From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain 
 Like sympathy and love again. 
 
 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean. 
 From the defiling power of sin; 
 
 With endless pleasure they shall see 
 A God of spotless purity. 
 
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 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life, 
 Who quench the coals of growing strife ; 
 They shall be called the heirs of bliss, 
 The sons of God, the God of peace. 
 
 8 Blest are the sufferers who partake 
 Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; 
 Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ; 
 Glory and joy are their reward. 
 
 9|| S. M.— St. Thomas, Concord. 
 
 1 My soul, be on thy guard ; 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 
 2 O watch, and fight, and pray ; 
 
 The battle ne'er give o'er; 
 liencw it boldly, day by day. 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 ■i Ne'er think the victory won. 
 Nor lay thy armor down ; 
 Thy arduous work will ne'er be done, 
 Till thou obtain'st thy crown. 
 
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 Longing for a Place at Hod's Right Hand. 
 
 1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come, 
 To fetch thy ransomed people home, 
 
 Shall I among them stand ? 
 Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 
 Bo found at thy right hand ? 
 
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 2 I love to meet among them now, 
 Before thy gracious feet to bow, 
 
 Though vilest of them all; 
 But can I bear the piercing thought ?— 
 What if in j' name should be left out, 
 
 When thou for them shalt call? 
 
 3 Dear Lord, prevent it by thy grace, 
 Be thou my only hiding place, 
 
 In this the accepted day; 
 Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear, 
 To still my unbelieving fear, 
 
 Nor let me fall, I pray. 
 
 4 Among thy saints let me be found, 
 Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see thy smiling face; 
 Then, loudest of the crowd, I'll sing, 
 While heaven's resounding mansionn ring 
 
 With shouts of sovereign grace. 
 
 U3 L - M. — Watts. 
 
 The Pharisee and the Publican. Lulie, 
 xviii. lO, &c, 
 
 1 Behold how sinners disagree— 
 The Publican and Pharisee ! 
 
 One doth his righteousness proclaim, 
 The other owns his guilt and shame. 
 
 2 This man at humble distance stands, 
 And cries for grace with lifted hands ; 
 That boldly rises near the throne, 
 And talks of duties he has done. 
 
 3 The Lord their different language knows, 
 And different answers he bestows ; 
 
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 The humble soul with grace he crowns, 
 Whilst on the proud his anger frowns. 
 
 4 J tear Father, let me never be 
 Joined with the boasting Pharisee ; 
 1 have no merits of my own, 
 But plead the sufferings of thy Son. 
 
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 Self-Denial. Mark, viil. 3 1. 
 
 1 And must I part with all I have, 
 
 My dearest Lord, for thee ? 
 It is but right, since thou hast done 
 Much more than this for me, 
 
 2 Yes, let it go — one look from thee 
 
 Will more than make amends 
 For all the losses I sustain 
 Of credit, riches, friends. 
 '6 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, 
 How worthless they appear, 
 Compared with thee, supremely good, 
 Divinely bright and fair ! 
 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee 
 A single smile obtain, 
 Though destitute of all things else, 
 I'd glory in my gain. 
 
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 Redemption by Price and Power. 
 
 1 Jesus, with all thy saints above, 
 My tongue would bear her part, 
 Would sound aloud thy saving love, 
 And sing thy bleeding heart. 
 
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 2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord. 
 Who bought me with his blood, 
 And quenched his Father's naming sword 
 In his own vital flood; — 
 
 I] The Lamb that freed my captive soul 
 From Satan's heavy chains. 
 And sent the lion down to howl 
 Where hell and horror reigns. 
 
 ■i All glory to the dying Lamb. 
 And never-ceasing praise. 
 While angels live to know his name. 
 Or saints to feel his grace. 
 
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 1 Another six days' work is done. 
 Another Sabbath is begun ; 
 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest — 
 Improve the day thy God has blest. 
 
 2 dome, bless the Lord, whose love assignb 
 So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; 
 Provides an antepast of heaven. 
 
 And gives this day the food of seven. 
 
 '■] () that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
 As grateful incense to the skies; 
 And draw from heaven that sweet repose 
 Which none but he that feels it knows. 
 
 4 This heavenly calm, within the breast, 
 Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the church of God remains. 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
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 5 In holy duties let the day 
 In holy pleasures pass away ; 
 How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hopes of one that ne'er shall end ! 
 
 J. IT" C. M. — Waits. 
 
 Exhortations to Faith and Holiness. 
 
 1 Come children, learn to fear the Lord ; 
 
 And, that your days be long-. 
 Let not a false or spiteful word 
 He found upon your tongue. 
 
 2 Depart from mischief, practice love, 
 
 Pursue the work of peace ; 
 So shall the Lord your ways approve, 
 And set your souls at ease. 
 
 3 His eyes awake to guard the just, 
 
 His ears attend their cry; 
 When broken spirits dwell in dust, 
 The God of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 What though the sorrows hero they taste. 
 
 Are sharp and tedious too ? 
 The Lord who saves them all at last 
 Is their supporter now. 
 
 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; 
 
 I hat < rod secures his own; 
 Prevents the mischief when they slide, 
 < )r heals the broken bone. 
 
 6 When desolation, like a flood, 
 
 O'er the proud sinner rolls, 
 Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 For he redeemed their souls. 
 
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 US <'. Af. — Doddridge. • 
 
 Voung persons inrltrd to scclt antl Iotc 
 Christ. 
 
 1 Yo hearts with joyful vigor warm, 
 
 In smiling crowds draw near ; 
 And turn from every mortal charm, 
 A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
 2 No, Lord of all the worlds on high. 
 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 And lays his radiant glories by. 
 Your welfare to pursue. 
 8 " The soul who longs to see my face. 
 Is sure my love to gain ; 
 And those who early seek my grace. 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
 
 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 
 
 If once compared with thee ? 
 What beauty should command my love, 
 Like what in Christ I see ? 
 
 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys. 
 
 Vain tempters of the mind ! 
 'T is here I fix my lasting choice, 
 And here true bliss I find, 
 
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 Middle Age. John ix. 4. 
 
 1 And have I measured half my days, 
 
 And half my journey run, 
 Nor tasted the Redeemer's graco. 
 Nor yet my work begun V 
 
 2 The morning of my life is past. 
 
 The noon is almost o'er ; 
 The night of death approaches fast, 
 Wh<m I can work uo more. 
 
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 3 O thou, who seest and know'st my grief, 
 
 Thyself unseen, unknown, 
 In mercy help my unbelief, 
 And melt my heart of stone. 
 
 4 Regard me with a gracious eye. 
 
 The long-3ought blessing give ; 
 And bid me, at tho point to die, 
 Behold thy face and live. 
 
 1 SO c - M-Oma . 
 
 Farewell. 
 
 1 Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell ' 
 
 Your springs of joy are dry; 
 My soul now seeks another homo — 
 A brighter world on high. 
 
 2 Cheerful I leave this vale of tears, 
 
 Where jmnH and sorrows grow ; 
 Welcome the day that ends my toil 
 And every scene of woe. 
 
 3 No more shall sin disturb my breast — 
 
 My God shall frown no more ; 
 The streams of love divine shall yield 
 Transports unknown before. 
 
 4 Fly then, ye interposing days — 
 
 Lord, send thy summons down ; 
 The hand that strikes mo to the dust 
 Shall raise me to a crown. 
 
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 Eternity. 
 
 1 Eternity is just at hand — 
 And shall I waste my ebbing sand, 
 And careless view departing day. 
 And throw my inch of time away ? 
 
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 2 But an eternity there is 
 
 Of endless wo or endless bliss ; 
 And, swift as time fulfils its round. 
 We to eternity are bound. 
 
 'A What countless millions of mankind 
 Have left this fleeting world behind ! 
 They're gone ! but where ? all, pause and see, 
 Gone to a long eternity. 
 
 4 Sinner, canst thou forever dwell 
 In all the fiery depths of hell ? 
 And is death nothing then to thee ; 
 Death and a dread eternity. 
 
 WnrnJng to Prepare for Death. 
 
 1 Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear — 
 
 Repent ! thy end is nigh ! 
 Death, at the farthest, can't be far : 
 O, think before thou die ! 
 
 2 Hcflect ! — thou hast a soul to save : 
 
 Thy sins — how high they mount ! 
 What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? 
 How stands that dread account ? 
 
 3 Death enters — and there's no defence ; 
 
 His time there's none can tell : 
 He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
 To heaven — or to hell. 
 
 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 
 
 Shall crawling worms consume ; 
 But ah ! destruction stops not there ! 
 Sin kills beyond the tomb 
 
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 5 To-day the gospel calls — to-day, 
 Sinners, it speaks to you ; 
 Let every one forsake his way, 
 And mercy will ensue. 
 
 The last Judgment. 
 
 1 In the sun, and moon, and stars, 
 
 Signs and wonders there shall be ; 
 Earth shall quake with inward wars, 
 Nations with perplexity. 
 
 2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, 
 
 Tossed with stronger tempests, rise ; 
 Darker storms the mountain sweep, 
 Redder lightning rend the skies. 
 
 8 Evil thoughts shall shake the proud ; 
 Racking doubt and restless fear ; 
 And, amid the thunder-cloud 
 Shall the Judge of men appear. 
 
 4 But, though from that awful face 
 
 Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, 
 Fear not ye, his chosen race ; 
 Your redemption draweth nigh ! 
 
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 Jjixke xiii. 28. 
 
 1 See the eternal Judge descending — 
 View him seated on his throne ; 
 Now, poor sinner, now lamenting — 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom — 
 
 Trumpets call thee ; 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom. 
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 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, 
 Fill with dread of fiercer pain ; ' 
 While in anguish thus lamenting 
 That he ne'er was born again ; 
 
 Greatly mourning, 
 That he ne'er was born again, 
 y " Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
 With the marks of dying love ; 
 O, that I had sought his favor 
 When I felt his spirit move — 
 
 Golden moments, 
 When I felt his spirit move." 
 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder ; 
 Hope and sinners here must part : 
 Louder than a peal of thunder, 
 
 Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart !" 
 
 Lost forever, 
 Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart !" 
 
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 Death Dreadful or Delightful, 
 
 1 Death ! 'tis a melancholy day' 
 To those that have no God. 
 When the poor soul is forced away 
 To seek her last abode. 
 3 In vain to heaven sheJif ts her eyes ; 
 But guilt, a heavy chain, 
 Still drags her downward from the skies 
 To darkness, fire, and pain. 
 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell ; 
 Let stubborn sinners fear ; 
 You must be driven from earth, and dwell 
 A long forever there. 
 
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 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, 
 
 And Hashes in your face, 
 And thou, my soul, look downward too, 
 And sing recovering grace. 
 
 5 "lie is a God of sovereign love, 
 
 Who promised heaven to me, 
 And taught my thoughts to soar «bovc, 
 
 Where happy spirits be. 
 G Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, 
 
 Then come the joyful day; 
 Come death, and some celestial hand, 
 
 To bear my soul away. 
 
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 1 Guide us, O thou great Jehovah, 
 Wanderers on the mighty deep ; 
 From the storm and raging tempest, 
 Deign our floating bark to keep : 
 Lord of Heaven 
 Bid the breeze propitious blow. 
 
 3 Be our safeguard through the night watch, 
 And our guardian all the day ; 
 To our destined port in safety 
 Give us swift and joyful way : 
 Strong Deliverer 
 Be thou still our strength and shield. 
 
 3 And, when life's short voyage is over 
 In the haven of the blest, 
 May we, guided by thy spirit, 
 Find an everlasting rest : 
 Father, hear us, 
 For the great Redeemer's sake. 
 
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 11 '8 and 12's. Seaman's Hymn. 
 
 1 In lands strange and distant, how sweetly the sound 
 
 Of the tongue of a countryman falls on the ear ! 
 The strangeness of all that is passing around 
 Makes the words seem mors sweet, and the ac- 
 cent more dear. 
 
 2 It reminds us of home, of the land of our birth ; 
 
 Of the friends we have left.and the kin that we love ; 
 Of all that is dearest to man upon earth — 
 All his comfort below,- and his solace above. 
 
 o It is thus to the Christian when passing along 
 This world, to the home of the Father, on high ; 
 Some brother he finds, in the midst of the throng, 
 With the accent of heaven, the tongue of the sky. 
 
 •1 The communion of saints brightens many a day, 
 Enlivens the faith that was drooping and low, 
 Stirs up the remembrance of God, on our way, 
 And bids all the sweetest affections to- glow. 
 
 1 I've sailed over the ocean, I've roamed round the 
 And lei't far behind me the land of my birth : [earth, 
 Arabia's deserts I've trod in despair, 
 
 But never forgot that " My Maker was there." 
 
 2 When on the wild shore my vessel was cast, 
 
 I counted each hour, and believed it the last : 
 
 I thought on that power who had kept me with care, 
 
 liemeiubering with pleasure "My Maker was there." 
 
 3 When the storm and the tempest have clouded the sky. 
 And the Rush of the li^litninp has reached from on bijrn, 
 
 I've heard in the thunder a voice loud declare 
 'Twas "wicked to fear, for "My Maker was there." 
 
 4|N r ow my dangers are past, and my wanderings are o'er, 
 I've returned once again to my own native shore: 
 To the altar of m^rcy I'll over repair, 
 And offer my vows to "My Maker, who's there." 
 
 ll's. Portuguese Hymn. 
 
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 Perseverance in the Christian Race. 
 
 1 As Lot bid his city adieu, 
 
 And fled from a terrible storm, 
 So we have professed to do. 
 
 To fiee from the wrath that's to come. 
 
 2 Our race is the best ever known; 
 
 It leads from a world full of wo ; 
 Then come, O ye Christians, and run 
 For the joys that no mortal can know. 
 
 3 We will not run beating the air, 
 
 Nor strive for the things that arc vain; 
 But, casting on Jesus our care, 
 The prize we are sure to obtain. 
 
 4 The prospects of earth will all fail , 
 
 Its riches with wings fly away ; 
 But the gospel will surely prevail, 
 Its treasures will never decay. 
 
 5 Before are the gems that outvie 
 
 The sun that with beauty hath shone; 
 Then, oh ! let us press to the sky, 
 And wear the bright crown as our own. 
 
 li'B. — Expostulation. 
 O Turn Ye. 
 
 1 O turn ye, poor sinners, for why will you die, 
 When God, in peat mercy, ia comiug'so lri^'h? 
 Now Jesus invites, and the Spirit says come, 
 And angels aro waiting to welcome you home. 
 
 2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay 
 Your hearts may grow better by staying away ! 
 Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, 
 While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 
 
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 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive, 
 
 O, how can you question, if you will believe ? 
 
 If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 
 
 'lis j r ou he bids welcome; he bids you come home. 
 i In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain 
 
 To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ? 
 
 To bear up your spirit when summon'd to die. 
 
 ( >r waft you to mansions of glory on high V 
 5 Why will you be starving or feeding on air ? 
 
 There's mercy in Jesu3, enough and to spare; 
 
 If still you are doubting, make trial and see, 
 
 And prove that bis mercy is boundless and free, 
 fi Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart, 
 
 And, trusting in Heaven, we never shall part; 
 
 O how can we leave you ? why will you not conic ? 
 
 We'll journey together, and scon be at nome. 
 
 The Great Harvest; or the End of the 
 World. Matt. \Ui. IT. 
 
 1 The fields are all white, and the harvest is near, 
 The reapers now with their sharp sickles appear, 
 To reap down the fields, and the wheat to secure ; 
 But the tares must forever the fire endure. 
 
 2 Come, then, O my soul, meditate on that day 
 When ail things in nature shall melt and decay, 
 When the trumpet shall sound.and the angels appear 
 To n op down the earth.both the wheat and the tares. 
 
 3 But hear the great Judge, in that dread day's alarms, 
 ■Say, gather my saints, bring them all to my arms; 
 That terrible plagues may be poured out on those 
 Who dared to blaspheme, and my saints to oppose. 
 
 4 Assemble, ye nations; your sentence receive; 
 No more shall my word you invite to believe: 
 My Judgment is right; my great sentence is just; 
 Come hither ye blessed, but depart all ye curs'd! 
 
 5 O sinners, take warning, and seek now the Lord : 
 This truth is most certain, 'tis Jesus' own word- 
 That all true believers in glory shall dwell, 
 
 But ail unbelievers must sink down to hell. 
 
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 Ijovin? Kindness. Isa. Ixiil. 7. 
 
 1 Awake my soul, to joyful lays, 
 
 And sing the great Redeemer's praise ; 
 He justly claims a song- from me ; 
 His loving- kindness, oh how free ! 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
 He saved me from my lost estate ; 
 His loving kindness, oh how great ! 
 
 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
 
 Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He safely leads my soul along ; 
 His loving kindness, oh how strong ! 
 
 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 
 Has gather'd thick, and thundered loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood ; 
 His loving kindness, oh how good ! 
 
 5 Often I feel my sinful heart 
 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
 But though I have him oft forgot, 
 His loving kindness changes not. 
 
 G Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; 
 Oh, may my last expiring breath, 
 His loving kindness sing in death. 
 
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 Here I will Dwell. 
 
 1 Ah me, I'm never well but when 
 I on my best beloved lean ; 
 
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 And then I'm never ill : 
 Crosses and trials all are slight, 
 And pain is sweet, snd troubles light, 
 
 Come whatsoever will. 
 
 2 Here I could wish my greatest foe 
 Might rest like me, and happy, know 
 
 The riches of the Lamb ; 
 The streets then would be full of praise, 
 Of Jesus' blood, his gracious ways, 
 
 His mercy and his name. 
 
 3 If Jesus will permit me, I 
 
 Will, leaning on him, live and die, 
 And great the blessing count ; 
 My life, dear Lord, I'd live to thee, 
 My death should also glorious be, 
 Like Moses in the mount. 
 
 4 By sweet experience I'd proclaim 
 To all the followers of the lamb, 
 
 Hear me, my friends, I say, 
 For I am happy, I am well, 
 Beloved of God, unchangeable, 
 
 And with him night and day. 
 
 Wot Ashamed of Jesus. 
 
 1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 
 
 A mortal worm asham'd of thee ; 
 Asham'd of thee whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days. 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus, just as soon 
 Might midnight be ashamed of noon : 
 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, 
 Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 
 
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 3 Asham'd of Jesus, sooner far 
 Might evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus, that dear friend 
 
 On whom my hopes of Heaven depend ; 
 No, when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 5 Asham'd of Jesus, yes, I may 
 When I've no guilt to wash away. 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No foe to fight, no soul to save. 
 
 G 'Till then I'll boast a Saviour's name, 
 'Till then I'll boast a Savioiir slain, 
 'Till then, and shall my boasting be, 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me. 
 
 13*> 8's, 7's. 
 
 1 Come, ye sinners, come to Jesus, 
 
 Think upon your glorious Lord, 
 lie has pitied your condition, 
 
 He has sent his gospel word ; 
 Mercy calls you, &c, 
 
 Mercy flows on Jesus' blood. 
 
 2 Dearest Saviour help thy servant 
 
 To proclaim thy wondrous love , 
 Pour thy grace upon this people, 
 
 That thy truth they may approve ; 
 Bless, O bless them, &c. , 
 
 From thy shining courts above. 
 
 3 Now thy gracious word invites them 
 
 To partake the gospel feast, 
 
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 Let thy spirit sweetly draw them, 
 Every soul be Jesus' guest, 
 
 O receive us, &c., 
 Let us find thy promis'd rest. 
 
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 The Power of Faith. 
 
 1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 
 
 And saves me from its snares ; 
 Its aid in every duty brings, 
 And softens all my cares : 
 
 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, 
 
 And lights the sacred fire 
 Of love to God, and heavenly things, 
 And feeds the pure desire. 
 
 3 The wounded conscience knows its power 
 
 The healing balm to give ; 
 That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
 And make the dying live. 
 
 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 
 
 Where deathless pleasiires reign ; 
 And bids me seek my portion there, 
 Nor bids mo seek in vain. 
 
 5 Shows me the precious promise, seal'd 
 
 With the Redeemer's blood, 
 And helps my feeble hopes to rest 
 Upon a faithful God. 
 
 G There, there, unshaken, would I rest, 
 Till this vile body dies ; 
 And then, on faith's triumphant wings, 
 At once to glory rise ! 
 
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 The Struggle between Faith and unbo- 
 * lief, Mark ix. 21. 
 
 1 Jesus, our souls 1 delightful choice, 
 In thee believing - , we rejoice; 
 
 Yet still our joy is mixed with grief, 
 While faith contends with unbelief. 
 
 2 Thy promises our hearts revive, 
 And keep our fainting hopes alive ; 
 ]3ut guilt, and fears, and sorrow rise, 
 And hide the promise from our eyes. 
 
 g () let not sin and Satan boast, 
 
 While saints lie mourning in the dust, 
 N or see that faith to ruin brought, 
 Which thy own gracious hand, hath wrought. 
 
 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; 
 Reveal the glories of thy name ; 
 And put all anxious doubts to flight, 
 As shades dispers'd by opening light. 
 
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 1 ] Jehold the sous, the heirs of God, 
 So dearly bought with Jesus' blood ; 
 Are they not born to heavenly joys, 
 And shall they stoop to earthly toys ? 
 
 2 Can laughter feed the immortal mind ! 
 Were spirits of celestial kind 
 
 Made for a jest, for sport, and play — 
 To wear out time, and waste the day ? 
 
 3 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth, 
 Well suit the honors of their birth ? 
 Shall they be fond of gay attire, 
 Which children love, and fools admire ? 
 
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 4 What if we wear the richest vest, 
 Peacocks and flies are better drest, 
 This flesh, with all its gaudy forws, 
 Must drop to du3t, and feed the worms. 
 
 5 Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher, 
 Touch our vain souls with sacred fire ; 
 Then, with a heaven-directed eye, 
 We'll pass these glittering trifles by. 
 
 G We'll look on all the toys below 
 With such disdain as angels do ; 
 And wait the call that bids us rise 
 To mansions promis'd in the skies, 
 
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 Shortness of Time. 
 
 1 Almighty Maker of my frame. 
 Teach me the measure of my days, 
 Teach me to know how frail T am, 
 And spend the remnant to thy praise. 
 
 2 My days are shorter than a span ; 
 A little point my life appears ; 
 How frail, at best, is dying man ! 
 How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 
 
 0 Vain his ambition, noise and show ! 
 Vain are the cares which rack his mind ; 
 He heaps up treasures, mix'd with woe, 
 And dies, and leaves them all behind. 
 
 4 Oh be a nobler portion mine, 
 
 My God ! I bow before thy throne ; 
 Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, 
 And fix my hope on thee alone. 
 
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 Sinners and Saints in the Wreck of Na- 
 ture. Isaiah, xxiv. 1G-20. 
 
 1 How great, how terrible that God, 
 Who shakes creation with his nod : 
 
 ] Ie frowns, earth, sea, all Nature's frame 
 Sinks in one universal flame. 
 
 2 Where now, 0 where shall sinners seek 
 For shelter in the general wreck ! 
 
 Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown ; 
 See rocks, like snow, dissolving down. 
 
 o In vain for mercy now they cry ; 
 In lakes of liquid fire they lie ; 
 There on the flaming billows tost, 
 Forever — O, forever, lost. 
 
 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, 
 Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene ; 
 Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire, 
 And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 
 
 5 Jesus, the helpless creatures' friend, 
 To thee my all I dare commend ; 
 Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, 
 When lightnings blaze from pole to pole. 
 
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 The Final Sentence and Misery of the 
 Wicked. Matt. xxv. 4 1 . 
 
 1 And will the Judge descend ! 
 And must the dead arise V 
 And not a single soul escape, 
 His all- discerning eyes: 
 
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 2 And from his righteous lips, 
 
 Shall this dread sentence sound ; 
 And through the numerous guilty throng 
 Spread black despair around ? 
 
 8 " Depart from me, accurs'd, 
 " To everlasting flame, 
 " For rebel angels first prepaid, 
 " Where mercy never came." 
 
 4 How will my heart endure, 
 
 The terrors of that day ; 
 When earth and heaven, before his face 
 Astonish 1 d shrink away ? 
 
 5 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of the dead ; 
 llark, from the Gospel's cheering sound. 
 What joyful tidings spread ! 
 
 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace 
 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross 
 And find salvation there. 
 
 7 So shall that curse remove 
 
 By which the Saviour bled ; 
 And the last awful day shall i>our 
 His blessings on your head. 
 
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 The Good Physician. 
 
 1 How lost was my condition, 
 Till Jesus made me whole ! 
 There is but one Physician 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul ! 
 
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 Next door to death he found me ; 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave 
 To tell to all around me 
 
 His wond'rous power to save. 
 
 2 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light, compar'd with sin ; 
 On every part it seizes. 
 
 But rages most within : 
 'Tis palsy, plague and fever, 
 
 And madness, all combin'd ; 
 And none, but a believer, 
 
 The least relief can find. 
 
 3 From men, great skill professing, 
 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 But this prov'd more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain ; 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost ; 
 Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd. 
 
 ■? At length this great Physician, 
 
 How matchless is his grace ! 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my case : 
 First gave me sight to view him. 
 
 For sin my eyes had seal'd ; 
 Then bid me look unto him ; 
 
 I look'd and I was heal'd. 
 5 A dying, risen Jesus, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith ; 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death ; 
 
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 Come then to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give, 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only look, and live. 
 
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 Praj-er for a Blessing. 
 
 1 Bestow, dear Lord, npon our youth, 
 
 The gift of saving grace ; 
 And let the seed of sacred truth 
 Fall in a fruitful place. 
 
 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 
 
 Of pure and heavenly root : 
 But fairest in the youngest shows, 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. 
 
 o Ye careless ones, O hear betimes, 
 The voice of sov'reign love ! 
 Your youth is stain' d with many crimes, 
 But mercy reigns above. 
 
 4 True, you are young, but there's a stone 
 
 Within the youngest breast, 
 Or half the crimes which you have done 
 Would rob you of your rest. 
 
 5 For you the public prayer is made. 
 
 Oh ! join the public prayer ! 
 For you the secret tear is shed, 
 O shed yourselves a tear ! 
 
 0 We pray that you may early prove 
 The Spirit's power to teach ; 
 You cannot be too young to love 
 That Jesus whom we preach. 
 
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 The Light and Glory of the World. 
 
 1 This spirit breathes upon the word, 
 
 And brings the truth to sight ; 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic like the sun; 
 It gives a light to ev'ry age, 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 3 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 His truths upon the nations rise, 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 
 For such a bright display 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 5 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 
 The steps of him I love ; 
 Till glory breaks upon my view 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
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 The Shining Light. 
 
 1 My former hopes are dead. 
 
 My terror now begins : 
 I feel, alas ! that I am dead, 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
 2 Ah whither shall I fly ! 
 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
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 The law proclaims destruction nigh. 
 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 J3 When I review my ways 
 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 But sure a friendly whisper says, 
 
 u Flee from the wrath to come." 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm'ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for mc, 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Forerunner of the sun, 
 
 It makes the pilgrim's way ; 
 I'll gaze upon it while 1 run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
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 Afflictions Sanctified by the Word. 
 
 1 O how I love the holy word, 
 Thy gracious covenant, O Lord ! 
 It guides me in the peaceful way, 
 I think upon it all the day. 
 
 2 What are the mines of shining wealth, 
 The strength of youth, the bloom of health, 
 What are all joys, compar'd with those 
 Thine everlasting word bestows ! 
 
 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd, 
 
 In pleasure's path, secure, I stray'd ; 
 Thou mad'st me feel thy chastening rod ; 
 And straight I tum'd unto my God. 
 
 4 What though it piere'd my fainting heart, 
 I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart ; 
 
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 It taught my tears awhile to flow, 
 
 But sav'd me from eternal woe. 
 5 Oh, hacTst thou left me unchastiscd, 
 
 Thy precepts I had still despis'd ; 
 
 And still the snare, in secret laid, 
 
 Had my unwary feet betray'd. 
 G I love thee, therefore, O my God, 
 
 And breathe towards thy dear abode ; 
 
 "Where in thy presence fully blest, 
 
 Thy chosen saints forever rest. 
 
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 Temptation. 
 
 1 The billows swell, the winds are high, 
 Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 
 
 Out of the depths to theo I call, 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 And guide and guard mo through the storm; 
 Defend me from each threat'ning ill, 
 Control the waves, say, " Teace be still." 
 
 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 
 
 My soul still hangs her hope on thee; 
 Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
 Is all that saves me from despair. 
 
 -1 Dangers, of every shape and name, 
 Attend the foll'wers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitfxil shore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 5 Though tcmpest-tosVd, and half a wreck, 
 My Saviour through the floods I seek ; 
 Let neither winds, nor stormy rain, 
 Force back my shatter'd bark again. 
 
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 WHy Art Thou Cast Down i 
 
 1 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
 To thee are burdens, thorns and snares ; 
 They cast dishonor on thy Lord, 
 
 And contradict his gracious word. 
 
 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, 
 Why will thou now give place to fear ; 
 1 low canst thou want, if he provide, 
 Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 
 
 3 When first before his mercy seat 
 Thou didst to him thy all commit 
 
 He gave thee warrant, from that hour, 
 To trust his wisdom, love and power. 
 
 4 I )id ever trouble yet befall, 
 And he refuse to hear thy call ? 
 And has he not his promise past. 
 That thou shalt overcome at last ? 
 
 5 Like David, thou niay'st comfort draw 
 kSav'd from the bear's and lion's paw, 
 Goliath's rage I may defy, 
 
 For God, my Saviour, still is nigh. 
 
 G lie, who has help'd me hitherto, 
 Will help me all my journey through, 
 And give me daily cause to raise 
 New Ebeuezers to his praise. 
 
 7 Though rough and thorny be the road, 
 It leads thee home, apace, to God : 
 Then count thy present trials small. 
 For heaven will make amends for all. 
 
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 Dependence. 
 
 1 To keep the lamp alive, 
 
 With oil we fill the bowl ; 
 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, 
 And grace that feeds the soul. 
 
 2 The Lord's unsparing hand 
 
 Supplies the living stream ; 
 It is not at our own command, 
 But still deriv'd from him. 
 
 3 Beware of Peter's word, 
 
 Nor confidently say 
 " I never will deny thee, Lord," 
 But grant I never may.* 
 
 4 Man's wisdom is to seek 
 
 His strength in God alone ; 
 And e'en an angel would be weak 
 "Who trusted in his own. 
 
 5 Retreat beneath his wings, 
 
 And in his grace confide ; 
 This more exalts the King of kingn, 
 
 Than all your works beside. 
 0 In Jesus is our store, 
 
 Grace issues from his throne ; 
 Whoever says " I want no more," 
 
 Confesses he has none. 
 
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 A New Year's Hymn. 
 
 1 Indulgent Lord ! my heart would raise 
 Its loud hosannahs to thy praise ; 
 Thou, my protector, ever near, 
 Hast blest me with another year. 
 
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 2 Lord ! hadst thou mark'd my follies past, 
 The year that's gone had been my last ; 
 So ol't thy precepts I forgot, 
 
 And did what thou hadst told me not. 
 
 3 Assist me, on this New Year's day, 
 To lift my heart and hands to pray ; 
 Hear thou in heav'n, thou pard'ning God, 
 And save me, through Immanuel's blood. 
 
 4 What thousands, Lord, this year will die ! 
 If thou should'st bid my spirit fly, 
 
 O may it mount on wings of love, 
 To dwell with saints and thee above. 
 
 5 But should I still on earth appear, 
 I'd love and serve thee all the year, 
 And hope thy goodness to adore 
 
 In heav'n, where years are known no more. 
 
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 1 Know then, that every one is free 
 To choose his life, and what he'll be ; 
 For this eternal truth is given, 
 
 That God will force no man to heaven. 
 
 2 He'll draw, persuade, direct him right, 
 Bless him with wisdom, love and light; 
 In nameless ways be good and kind, 
 But never force the human mind. 
 
 3 Freedom and reason make us men ; 
 Take these away, what are Ave then ? 
 Mere animals, and just as well 
 
 The beast might think of heaven and hell. 
 
 4 May we no more our 230wers abuse, 
 But ways of truth and goodness choose ; 
 
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 Our God is pleased when we improve 
 His grace, and seek the world above. 
 
 5 From God's free grace salvation flows, 
 And man is free the gift to choose ; 
 Only consenting sinners feel 
 Rejected grace and stubborn will. 
 
 0 They who despise, grow harder still, 
 They that adhere lie turns their will ; 
 And thus despisers sink to hell, 
 While those that hear, in glory dwell. 
 
 7 But if we take the downward road, 
 And make in hell our last abode ; 
 Our God is clear, and we shall know 
 We've plunged our souls in endless wo. 
 
 8*sand6's. 
 Rejoicing and Conflicts. 
 
 1 And let this feeble body fail, 
 
 And let it faint or die, 
 My soul shall quit this mournful vale, 
 
 And soar to worlds on high ; 
 Shall join the disembodied saints, 
 
 And find its long sought rest, 
 That only joy for which it pants, 
 
 In the Redeemer's breast. 
 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the cross sustain, 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And smile at toil and pain ; 
 I suffer on my three-score years, 
 
 Till my deliverer come, 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 
 And take his exile home. 
 
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 3 O, what has Jesus done for me ! 
 
 Before my ravish'd eyes, 
 Rivers of life divine I see, 
 
 And trees of paradise ; 
 I see a world of spirits bright, 
 
 Who taste the blessings there ; 
 They all are robed in spotless white, 
 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 
 4 O, what are all my sufferings here, 
 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet, 
 With that enraptured host to appear, 
 
 And worship at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief — give care or pain — 
 
 Take life or friends away — 
 But let me find them all again, 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
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 Majesty of God, 
 
 1 Awake, my drowsy friends, awake, 
 
 And sing the works of God ; 
 He makes the world with terror quake, 
 And its foundations nod. 
 
 2 Behold the heavens, his handy work, 
 
 And while on them you gaze, 
 Let the bright stars your mind instruct, 
 Jehovah's name to praise. 
 
 3 Behold the sun, whose cheering beams 
 
 Give radiance to the day, 
 Behold the mountains and the streams, 
 What grandeur they display. 
 
 4 Behold the boundless ocean roll 
 
 Its strong insurgent waves; 
 
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 What admiration fills the soul, 
 As the rough shore it laves. 
 
 5 Behold the black'ning tempest rise, 
 What awful scenes are there ! 
 Loud peals of thunder rend the skies, 
 And vivid lightnings glare ! 
 
 0 In these behold the power of God, 
 
 His majesty divine : 
 He shakes creation with a nod, 
 And says, " The world is mine !" 
 
 7 This Being let our hearts adore, 
 While on his works we gaze ; 
 And " take his name in vain " no more, 
 But bow, his name to praise. 
 
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 The Dismal Road. 
 
 1 Destruction's dismal road, 
 
 What multitudes pursue , 
 Yet that which leads the soul to God 
 Is known or sought by few. 
 
 2 Believers enter in, 
 
 By Christ, the living gate ; 
 While they who will not leave their sin, 
 Complain it is too strait. 
 
 3 If self must be denied, 
 
 And sin forsaken quite ; 
 They'd rather choose the way that's wide, 
 And strive to think it right. 
 
 4 Encompas'd by a throng, 
 
 On numbers they depend ; 
 
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 So many surely can't be wrong, 
 And miss a nappy end. 
 
 5 But numbers are no mark 
 
 That men will ri^ht be found ; 
 But few were saved in Noah's ark, 
 And many millions drown'd. 
 
 G Obey the gospel call. 
 
 And enter while you may ; 
 The flock of Christ was always small, 
 And none are saved but they. 
 7 They always were despised 
 By men who do oppose ; 
 And sinners never think them w ise 
 When they with mercy close. 
 
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 1 What poor despised company, 
 
 Of travellers are these ; 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 Along the rugged maze ? 
 
 2 Ah, these are of a royal line, 
 
 All children of a King; 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 
 And lo ! for joy they sing. 
 ?j Why then do they appear so mean, 
 
 And why so much despised ? 
 Because of their rich robes, unseen, 
 
 The world is not apprised. 
 4 But some of them seem poor, distress'd, 
 
 And lacking daily bread — 
 Ah, they're of boundless wealth po3sess'd, 
 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
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 5 But why keep they that hidden road, 
 
 That rugged thorny maze ? 
 Why that's the way their Leader trod, 
 They love anji keep his ways. 
 
 6 Why do they shun the pleasing- path 
 
 That worldlings love so well ? 
 Because that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 7 What ! is there then no other road 
 
 To Salem's happy ground ? — 
 Christ is the only way to God, 
 No other can be found. 
 
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 Bold Soldiers. 
 
 1 Bold soldiers all, on you I call, 
 
 Although you are but few, 
 "When you've done all, stand fast and keep 
 
 The glorious prize in view ! 
 The time draws nigh, when you and I 
 
 Must cross bold Jordan's flood ; 
 On wings of love we'll soar above, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 2 The city hath foundations twelve, 
 
 And golden gates the same, 
 All paved, and set with diamonds bright, 
 
 On each engraved a name. 
 All round this glorious city, shine 
 
 The walls of dazzling gold ; 
 Nor mortal eye can reach so high, 
 
 Those glories to behold. 
 
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 3 I long to see that heavenly place, 
 
 And to return no more ; 
 I long to sing redeeming grace 
 
 On Canaan's blissful shore : 
 I long to see my blessed God, 
 
 Who saved my soul from hell, 
 I long to see my brethren there, 
 
 Whom I do love so -well. 
 
 4 Bright shining armies there to ]oin, 
 
 Adoring round the throne, 
 And everlasting praises sing 
 
 To the great Three in One. 
 There parents, and their children too, 
 
 May join the heavenly throng — 
 I hope to meet my brethren there, 
 
 And then renew my song. 
 
 5 My soul is rising, while I sing, 
 
 Towards the blissful goal ; 
 I feel the love of Christ, my King, 
 
 Now running through my soul : 
 My soul is struggling to be gone 
 
 To those bright worlds above. 
 To shout and sing redeeming grace 
 
 In strains of perfect love. 
 
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 O, who will Rise. 
 
 1 O, who will rise and go with me ? 
 
 I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see : 
 I'll join with those who're gone before 
 To realms where sorrows are no more. 
 
 2 A few more rolling years at most 
 
 Will land my soul on Canaan's coast ; 
 
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 There, on the mount of sweet repose, 
 I'll bid adieu to all my woes. 
 
 3 O may my soul march boldly on, 
 
 And never end the blessed song ; 
 O may I always persevere, 
 And never stop till I get there. 
 
 4 O what a happy time 'twill bo, 
 
 When I my friends in heaven shall see ; 
 "When we shall reach that happy shore, 
 There we may tell our suffering o'er. 
 
 5 O what a happy company ! 
 
 May I be there that sight to see, 
 And join in praise to Jesus' name, 
 All glorious in Jerusalem. 
 
 G I little thought he was so nigh ; 
 
 His presence makes me leap with joy, 
 lie said, I'm come for thee, my love, 
 I have a place for thee above. 
 
 7 Now here's my heart and here's my hand, 
 To meet you in that heavenly land : 
 My hand again I give to thee, 
 Hoping thy face in heaven to see. 
 
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 Tiie Nativity of C hrist 
 
 1 While shepherds watch'd their flocks, by night, 
 
 All seated on the ground, 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 And glory shone around. 
 
 2 " Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread 
 
 Had seized their troubled mind,) 
 
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 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 " To you and all mankind ! 
 
 3 "To you, in David's town, this day, 
 " Is born, of David's line, 
 "A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 
 " And this shall be the sign : 
 
 1 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find, 
 " To human view display' cl. 
 "All meanly wrapp'd in swathiug bands, 
 " And in a manger laid." 
 
 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith, 
 Appear' d a shining throng 
 Of angels, praising God on high, 
 And thus address' d their song: 
 
 0 "All glory be to God on high, 
 
 "And to the earth be peace ; [men, 
 "Goodwill, henceforth, from heaven to 
 " Begin, and never cease." 
 
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 Invitation to the Gospel Feast. 
 
 1 Come to the glorious gospel feast, 
 
 Ho ! every one that will ; 
 O come, ye starving souls, and taste 
 Those joys that none can tell. 
 
 2 Ariso, ye mortals that are sad, 
 
 And bord'ring on despair; 
 Lo ! there is balm in Gilead, 
 And a Physician there. 
 
 3 Look to the Saviour's bleeding side, 
 
 Behold the purple gore ! 
 
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 It was for wounded souls he died, 
 The sin-sick to restore. 
 
 4 Behold him on the shameful tree, 
 
 With arms extended wide ; 
 For wretched sinners, such as we, 
 The bleeding Saviour died. 
 
 5 " 'Tis fmish'd," said his dying- breath, 
 
 Conquer'd are death and hell ; 
 That rebels, doom'd to endless death, 
 May in his bosom dwell. 
 
 0 Come, then, receive his grace, and tell 
 
 The wonders of his love ; 
 Till we arrive with him to dwell 
 
 In the bright world above. 
 7 No sin, nor foe shall enter fchere, 
 
 To wound our peaceful breast ; 
 But boundless love, unminglcd joy, 
 
 And everlasting rest. 
 
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 1 Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend ; 
 
 As such I look to thee ; 
 Now in the bowels of thy love, 
 
 0 Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 Remember thy pure word of grace ; 
 
 Remember Calvary ; 
 Remember all thy dying groans, 
 And then remember me. 
 
 3 Thou wond'rous advocate with God, 
 
 1 yield myself to thee ; 
 
 While thou art sitting on thy throne, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
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 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, 
 
 Yet thy salvation's free : 
 Then in thy all-abounding grace, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 5 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd, 
 
 Howe'er oppressed I be, 
 Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 
 
 Do thou remember me. 
 C And when I close my eyes in death, 
 
 And creature -helps all flee; 
 Then, O my dear Redeemer, God, 
 
 I pray remember me. 
 
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 Preaching the Gospel Free. 
 
 1 I hear the Gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 An organ I shall be, 
 To sound aloud redeeming love, 
 And sinner's misery. 
 
 2 My honor'd parents, fare you well, 
 
 My Jesus doth me call ; 
 I leave you here with God, until 
 
 I meet you once for all. 
 o My dear connections I'll forsake, 
 
 My parents and their house, 
 And to the wilderness betake, 
 
 To pay the Lord my vows. 
 
 4 I'll leave the joy that art can yield, 
 
 Or nature can afford, 
 And wear the shield into the field, 
 To wait upon the Lord. 
 
 5 Then through the wilderness I'll run, 
 
 Preaching the gospel free ; 
 
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 0 bo not anxious for your son. 
 The Lord will comfort me. 
 
 6 And if through preaching I should gain 
 
 True subjects to my Lord, 
 'Twill more than recompense my pain, 
 To see them love his word. 
 
 7 My soul doth wish Mount Zion well, 
 
 Whate'er becomes of me ; 
 There my best friends and kindred dwell, 
 And there I long to be. 
 
 The Day of the Lord Will Come as a 
 Thief' in the Night. Peter, iii. IO. 
 
 1 That awful day will surely come, 
 
 Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
 When I must stand before my judge, 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 
 
 Thou ruler of my heart, 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the sound, "depart." 
 
 3 The thunder of that awful word 
 
 W ould so torment my ear, 
 'T would tear my soul asunder, Lord, 
 With most tormenting fear. 
 
 4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord, 
 
 And yet forbid to die ! 
 To linger in eternal pain, 
 And death forever lly ! 
 
 5 O wretched state of deep despair, 
 
 To see my God remove, 
 
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 And fix my doleful station where 
 I cannot taste his love ! 
 
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 To Die as Moses Did. 
 
 1 Death cannot make my soul afraid, 
 
 If God be with me there ; 
 Soft is the passage through tho shade, 
 And all the prospect fair. 
 
 2 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 
 
 And view the promised land, 
 My soul would long her flesh to drop, 
 And pray for the command. 
 
 3 I would renounce my all below, 
 
 If my Creator bid, 
 And run, if I were called to go, 
 And die as Moses did. 
 
 4 Swift to the place of pure delight, 
 
 Where saints triumphant reign, 
 My soul shall wing her joyful flight. 
 From sorrow, sin and pain. 
 
 5 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never- with'ring flowers ; 
 Death, like a narrow stream, divides 
 That heavenly land from ours. 
 
 6 Could I but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 Not death's dark vale or icy flood 
 Should fright me from the shore. 
 
 7 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms, 
 
 I would forget to breathe, 
 And lose my life amidst the charms 
 Of so divine a death. 
 
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 Taking up the Cross. 
 
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 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 
 All to leave, and follow thee ; 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken. 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 
 Perish, every fond ambition, 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped or known ; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 
 
 They have left my Saviour too : 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me — 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 
 And while thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me ; 
 
 Show thy face, and all is bright, 
 
 3 Go, then earthly fame and treasure ; 
 
 Come disaster, scorn, and pain : 
 In thy service pain is pleasure; 
 
 With thy favor loss is gain, 
 Man may trouble and distress me, — 
 
 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, — 
 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
 
 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer 
 Heaven's eternal days before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to right, and prrayer to praise. 
 
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 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a beliover's ear ! 
 It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds., 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield and hiding place ; 
 My never failing treasury, filled 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 4 Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend, 
 
 My prophet, priest and king ; 
 My lord, my life, my way, my end, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 0 Till then, I would thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 1 Jesus, we love thy name, 
 And thee we will adore ; 
 And when we feel this heav'nly llame. 
 We long to love thee more. 
 
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 2 Thy name is all our trust ; 
 
 Thy name is solid peace 
 Thy name is everlasting rest, 
 When other names shall ccr se. 
 
 3 There, ravish'd with thy name, 
 
 We never more shall rove ; 
 There sound thine everlasting fame, 
 And solace in thy love. 
 
 4 Thy name shall be our praise ; 
 
 Thy name shall be our joy; 
 Thy name, through everlasting days, 
 Shall countless tongues employ. 
 
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 1 Lord, at thy temple we appear 
 
 As happy Simeon came, 
 And hope to meet my Saviour here ; 
 O make our joys the same. 
 
 2 With what divine and vast delight 
 
 The good old man was fill'd, 
 When fondly in his withered arms 
 Pie clasp 1 d the holy child ! 
 
 0 "Now I can leave this world," he cried: 
 
 " Behold thy servant dies ! 
 I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, 
 And close my peaceful eyes. 
 
 1 This is the light prepar'd to shine 
 
 Upon the gentile lands ! 
 Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, 
 To break their slavish bands." 
 5 Jesus, the vision of thy face 
 JIath overpowering charms ! 
 
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 Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 
 
 If Christ be in my arms. 
 (3 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break, 
 
 How sweet my minutes roll ; 
 A mortal paleness on my cheek, 
 
 And glory in my soul. 
 
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 1 Come humble sinner, in whose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve, 
 Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 3 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 
 Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 o Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 
 And there my guilt confess, 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 4 I'll to the gracious King approach, 
 
 Whose sceptre pardon gives, 
 Perhaps he may command my touch, 
 And then the suppliant lives. 
 
 5 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
 But if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 6 I can but perish if I go, 
 
 I am resolved to try, 
 For if I stay away I know 
 I must forever die. 
 
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 7 But if I die with mercy Bought 
 When I the King have tried, 
 This were to die, delightful thought, 
 As sinner never died. 
 
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 1 Let every mortal ear attend, 
 
 And every heart rejoice, 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 " Ho I all ye hungry starving souls, 
 
 Who feed upon the wind, 
 And vainly strive, with earthly toils 
 To fill an empty mind : 
 
 3 " Eternal wisdom has prepared 
 
 A soul-reviving feast, 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 4 " Ho! ye that pant for living streams, 
 
 And pine away and die, 
 Here you may quench your raging thirst 
 With springs that never dry. 
 
 5 " Rivers of love and mercy here 
 In a rich ocean join, 
 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 ** [Ye perishing and naked poor, 
 Who work with mighty pain, 
 To weave a garment of your own, 
 
 That will not hide your sin : 
 Come naked, and adorn your souls 
 In robes prepared by God, 
 
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 Wrought by the labors of his Son, 
 And dyed in his own blood.]" 
 
 8 Dear God, the troasures of thy love 
 
 Are everlasting mines, 
 Deep as our helpless miseries are, 
 And boundless as our sins. 
 
 9 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 
 Stand open night and day, 
 Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
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 1 Sinners, exposed to dreadful woe, 
 Arise, and to King Jesus go; 
 Your guilt confess, his favor seek, 
 And wait to hear what God will speak. 
 
 2 Fear not the'law ; 'tis grace that reigns, 
 Jesus the sinner's cause maintains, 
 
 lie ransomed rebels with his blood, 
 And now he intercedes with God. 
 
 3 To him approach with fervent prayer, 
 And if you perish, perish there, 
 Resolved at Jesus' feet to lie, 
 Sueing for mercy till you die. 
 
 4 Like Esther, venture near the throne 
 And make your supplication known, 
 Tell him the cause of all your grief, 
 And he will grant you quick relief. 
 
 3 Thrice happy souls, who thus address 
 The God of love and boundless grace ; 
 Jesus will such completely save, 
 And life eternal they shall have. 
 
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 1 My sorrows, like a flood, 
 
 Impatient of restraint, 
 Into thy bosom, O my God, 
 Pour out a long complaint. 
 
 2 This impious heart of mine 
 
 Could once deny the Lord, 
 Could rush with violence on to sin 
 In presence of his sword. 
 
 3 But now, o'ercome by love, 
 
 Here at thy cross I lie, 
 And throw my flesh, my soul, my all, 
 And weep, and love, and die. 
 
 4 "Rise," says the Saviour, "rise, 
 
 Behold my wounded veins, 
 Here flows a crimson flood 
 To wash away thy stains. 
 
 5 " See, God k reconciled, 
 
 Behold his smiling face !" 
 Let joyful cherubs clap their wings, 
 And sound aloud his grace. 
 
 1 Why should the children of a King 
 
 Go mourning all their days ; 
 Great Comforter, descend, and bring 
 The tokens of thy grace. 
 
 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, 
 
 And seal the heirs of heaven V 
 When wilt thou banish my complaints 
 And show my sins forgiven ? 
 
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 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 
 In the Redeemer's blood, 
 And bear thy witness with my heart 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 May thy blessed wings, Celestial Dove, 
 Safely convey me home. 
 
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 1 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, 
 
 And triumph in my God ; 
 Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 
 His glorious grace abroad. 
 
 2 He raised me from the deep of sin, 
 
 The gates of gaping hell, 
 And fixed my standing more secure 
 Than 'twas before I fell. 
 
 3 The arms of everlasting love, 
 
 Beneath my soul he plac'd ; 
 And on the Rock of Ages set, 
 My slippery footsteps fast. 
 
 4 The city of my blest abode, 
 
 Is wall'd around with grace ; 
 Salvation for a bulwark stands, 
 To shield the sacred place. 
 
 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite, 
 
 And all his legions roar ; 
 Almighty mercy guards my life, 
 And bounds his raging power. 
 G Arise my soul, awake my voice, 
 And tunes of pleasure sing; 
 
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 Loud hallelujahs shall address 
 My Saviour and my King. 
 
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 1 My soul forsakes her vain delight, 
 
 And bids the world farewell; 
 Base as the dirt beneath my feet, 
 And mischievous as hell. 
 
 2 Xo longer will I ask your love, 
 
 Nor seek your friendship more ; 
 The happiness that I approve, 
 Is not within your power. 
 
 3 There's nothing round the spacious earth 
 
 That suits my large desire ; 
 To boundless joy and solid mirth, 
 My nobler thoughts aspire. 
 
 4 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 
 I'd climb the heav'nly road ; 
 There sits my Saviour dress'din love, 
 And there my smiling God. 
 
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 1 How vain are all things here below ; 
 
 How false, and yet how fair ! 
 Each pleasure hath its poison too, 
 And ev'ry sweet a snare. 
 
 2 The brightest things below the sky, 
 
 Shine with deceitful light ; 
 We should suspect some danger nigh, 
 "Where we possess delight. 
 
 3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends, 
 
 The partners of our blood, 
 
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 How they divide our wav'ring minds. 
 And leave but half to God ! 
 4 The fondness of a creature's love, 
 Plow strong- it strikes the sense ; 
 Thither the warm affections move, 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 o Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be 
 My soul's eternal food, 
 And grace command my heart away 
 From all created good. 
 
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 1 I send the joys of earth away; 
 
 Away, ye temples of the mind, 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 2 Your streams were floating me along, 
 
 Down to the gulf of black despair ! 
 And whilst I listcn'd to your song, 
 Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 
 
 •J Lord I adore thy matchless grace, 
 
 That warn'd me of that dark abyss ; 
 That drew me from those treach'rous sea 
 And bade me seek superior bliss. 
 
 4 Now to the shining realms above, 
 
 I stretch my hands and glance my eye: 
 O for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the upper skies ! 
 o There, from the bosom of my God, 
 Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
 There would I fix my last abode, 
 And drown the sorrows of my soul. 
 
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 1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 
 
 No other help I know ; 
 If thou withdraw thyself from me, 
 Ah whither shall I go ? 
 
 2 What did thine only son endure 
 
 Before I drew my breath ; 
 What pain, what labor, to secure 
 My soul from endless death ! 
 
 i> O Jesus, could I this believo, 
 I now should feel thy power, 
 Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one hour. 
 
 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift 
 
 My weary longing eyes, 
 O let me now receive that gift, 
 My soul without it dies. 
 
 5 Surely thou canst not let me die ; 
 
 O speak, and I shall live ; 
 And here I will unwearied lie 
 Till thou thy spirit give. 
 0 The worst of sinners would rejoice, 
 Could they but see thy face ; 
 
 0 let me hear thy quick'ning voice, 
 And taste thy pardoning grace ! 
 
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 1 Behold the throne of grace : 
 
 The promise calls me near ; 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 And waits to answer prayer. 
 
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 2 That rich atoning blood, 
 
 Which, sprinkled round, I see 
 Provides for those who come to God, 
 An all prevailing plea. 
 
 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 
 
 Thou canst not be too bold ; 
 Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
 What else will he withhold ? 
 
 4 Beyond thy utmost wants 
 
 His love of power can bless ; 
 To praying souls he always grants 
 More than they can express. 
 
 5 Since 'tis the Lord's command, 
 
 My mouth I open wide ; 
 Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand, 
 
 That I may be supplied. 
 Q Teach me to live by faith, 
 
 Conform my will to thine ; 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
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 1 Since I have placed my trust in God, 
 
 A refuge always nigh, 
 Why should I, like a tim'rous bird, 
 To distant mountains fly ? 
 
 2 Since I have faith in Christ my head, 
 
 A refuge for my soul, 
 Why should my tim'rous spirit dread, 
 Though threat'ning billows roll. 
 
 3 Let sinners dread, who have no God, 
 
 The wrath that is to come, 
 
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 But those who trust the eternal word 
 May force their passage home. 
 
 4 The ground of all my joys bo this, 
 
 A conscience pure within, 
 That in sincere and Godly bliss, 
 My christian life hath been. 
 
 5 The Lord Jehovah is my friend, 
 
 My shepherd and my guide, 
 He loves the faithful to the end, 
 Whose feet do never slide. 
 
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 1 Not with our mortal eyes, 
 
 Have we beheld the Lord ; 
 Yet we rejoice to hear his name 
 And love to read his word. 
 
 2 On earth we want the sight 
 
 Of our Redeemer's face, 
 Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
 To dwell upon thy grace. 
 
 3 And when we taste thy love, 
 
 Our joys divinely grow, 
 Unspeakable, like those above, 
 And heaven begins below. 
 
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 1 While others their salvation rest 
 
 On outward forms or distant heavon, 
 I want God's kingdom in my breast, 
 And there to feel my sins forgiven. 
 
 2 Some make their boast of cancelled sin 
 
 Before the world or they were made, 
 
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 And while they have a hell within, 
 Imagine God there heaven decreed. 
 
 3 Or others think the law fulfilled 
 
 By Jesus, when he bled and died, 
 Has freed their souls from endless guilt, 
 Although his blood be not applied. 
 
 4 Hut I can trust to no decree, 
 
 Or law fulfilled by Jesus Christ, 
 Cut that which works a change in me, 
 And brings mo to the Gospel feast. 
 
 5 I am by nature dead in sin, 
 
 My soul bound down with heavy chains, 
 Then Christ must be my life within, 
 Or else my soul in death remains. 
 
 6 Then in my heart, O Jesus, reign 
 
 With thy blest kingdom, all divine;, 
 Remove my death, break every chain, 
 And mako my spirit pure as thine. 
 
 7 Then shall I be forever blest, 
 
 From all my sins and sorrows free, 
 A peaceful kingdom in my breast, 
 And I forever reign with thee. 
 
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 1 If God so loved our race, 
 
 To give his only son, 
 Lord, let me feel thy heavenly grace, 
 And know the gift my own. 
 
 2 It's not a heaven to come 
 
 My soul can satisfy, 
 Nor can I feel myself at home 
 But with my Saviour nigh. 
 
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 3 0 God thy heavens bow, 
 
 These parting walls remove, 
 Let me begin my glory now, 
 And here enjoy thy love. 
 
 4 Shine, O thou Morning Star, 
 
 And bring celestial day ; 
 Far from my soul, O Jesus, far 
 
 Expel these clouds away. 
 ~) Scenes of immortal joy, 
 
 Are my supreme desire, 
 To live and die in thy employ, 
 
 Then join the heavenly choir. 
 
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 1 O for a taste of life divine, 
 
 To feed this hungry soul of mine ; 
 
 I want the Son of God, to know, 
 
 And taste of heaven while here bolow. 
 
 2 If I were sure that I should have 
 A crown of joy beyond the grave, 
 Yet that alone wo'nt do for me, 
 
 I want while here with God to be. 
 
 3 Whate'er I do, where'er I go, 
 
 I want those joys of heaven to know ; 
 I want the power of sin subdued, 
 And feel my precious soul renewed. 
 
 4 I do not want a Christian's name, 
 Without the nature of the Lamb ; 
 I want to bid all loves adieu 
 
 But Christ my Lord, and him pursue. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, thou my all must be ; 
 
 O give me strength to walk with thee ; 
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 Without a rival rule my heart, 
 And never let me from thee part. 
 
 1 I want a change to feel— 
 
 A change that God will own, 
 A change that saves from sin and hell : 
 In Jesus found alone. 
 
 2 O ! change this heart of stone, 
 
 Almighty Power divine, 
 For none but God's free grace alone 
 Can such a heart refine. 
 
 3 And when this change takes place, 
 
 Before thy feet I'll wait, 
 That I by thy unchanging grace 
 All changing schemes may hate. 
 
 4 This change will show the love 
 
 That Jesus bears for me ; 
 This change will lead to joys above 
 Where no more change will be. 
 
 1 Let strife forever cease, 
 
 And envy quit the field ; 
 Come, join and live in love and peace, 
 And to the Gospel yield. 
 
 2 Let bitter words no more 
 
 Among the saints remain ; 
 Let every member, every hour, 
 Submit to Jesus' reign. 
 
 3 One Lord we have to fear, 
 
 One faith we all confess, 
 
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 And all to one baptism adhere, 
 And magnify free grace. 
 
 4 Then why should we contend 
 
 For meat, and drink, and dress. 
 And crucify the Lord again, 
 And pierce his wounds afresh. 
 
 5 When bitter words arise, 
 
 Then Satan has his ends ; 
 We wound the heart and hands of Christ 
 Amidst his chosen friends. 
 
 6 No more we'll feed the flame, 
 
 Nor judge ourselves too wise ; 
 But search, with care, to find the beam 
 That lurks within our eyes. 
 
 7 Then to the world we'll prove 
 
 That we disciples are ; 
 When they behold us walk in love, 
 They'll say, M The Lord is there." 
 
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 1 Keligion is the chief concern 
 
 ( )f mortals here below ; 
 3 [ay I its great importance learn, 
 Its sovereign virtue know. 
 
 2 More needful this than glittering wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world bestows ; 
 Nor reputation, food,' or health, 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 3 Religion should our thoughts engage. 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
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 4 O may my heart, by grace renewed, 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be my stubborn will subdued 
 His government to own. 
 
 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 
 
 Be joined with godly fear; 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 6 Preserve me from the snares of sin 
 
 Through my remaining days, 
 And in me let each virtue shine 
 To my Redeemer's praise. 
 
 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire, 
 
 Let warm affections rise ; 
 And may I wait, with strong desire 
 To mount above the skies. 
 
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 1 My heart how dreadful hard it is, 
 
 How heavy here it lies — 
 Heavy and cold within my breast, 
 Just like a rock of ice. 
 
 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits 
 
 Upon thiB llinty throne, 
 And every grace lies buried deep 
 Beneath this heart of stone. 
 
 3 How seldom do I rise to God, 
 
 Or taste the joys above : 
 This mountain presses down my faith 
 And chills my flaming love. 
 
 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul 
 
 With all its heavenly charms, 
 
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 This stubborn, this relentless thing, 
 Would thrust it from mine arms. 
 
 5 Against the thunders of thy Word 
 Rebellious I have stood ; 
 My heart, it shakes not at the wrath 
 And terrors of a God. 
 
 6. Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine 
 In thine own crimson sea ! 
 None but a bath of blood divine 
 Can melt the flint away. 
 
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 The Joyful Sound of Salvation. 
 
 1 Salvation ! O the joyful sound : 
 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears; 
 A healing balm for every wound ; 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 But we arise, by grace divine. 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 3 Salvation ! Let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around. 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb, 
 
 To thee the praise belongs. 
 Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 
 And dwell upon our tongues. 
 
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 1 In all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 
 My journey I'll pursue ; 
 " Hinder me not," ye much lov'd saints, 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 2 In vain the world and satan try 
 
 My journey to delay ; 
 " Hinder ine not," to both I cry, 
 For God hath crowned my way. 
 
 3 Since Christ, my dear exalted Lord, 
 
 My soul to him hath wed, 
 " Hinder me not," nor friends nor foes, 
 I'll follow him, my Head. 
 
 4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes ; 
 " Hinder me not," shall be my cry, 
 Though earth and hell oppose. 
 
 5 Through duty, and through trials too, 
 
 I'll go at his command ; 
 " Hinder me not," for I am bound 
 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 G And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 
 Still this my cry shall be, 
 "Hinder me not," come, welcome death, 
 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 1 Down to the water side, 
 
 Behold thy children Lord ; 
 With freedom come to follow thee, 
 And make thy word their guide. 
 
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BAPTISM. 
 
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 2 The glorious son of God, 
 
 To John the Baptist came, 
 Went meekly down bold J ordan's banks, 
 And was baptized by him. 
 
 3 This by the Saviour done, 
 
 Fulfill'd all righteousness, 
 And God the father own'd his son, 
 In whom he is well pleas' d. 
 
 4 Let each believer view 
 
 This blest example given, 
 And prove their love to his commands, 
 And follow him to heaven. 
 
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 1 How great, how solemn is the work 
 
 Which we attend to-day ! 
 Now for a holy, solemn frame, 
 O God, to thee we pray. 
 
 2 O may we feel, as once we felt, 
 
 When pain'd and griev'd at heart, 
 Thy kind, forgiving, melting look, 
 Reliev'd our every smart. 
 
 o Let graces then in exercise, 
 Be exercis'd again; 
 And nurtur'd by celestial power, 
 In exercise remain. 
 
 4 Awake our love, our fear, our hope ! 
 Wake, fortitude and joy; 
 Vain world, begone ! let things above 
 Our happy thoughts employ. 
 
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 5 Whilst thee, our Saviour and our God, 
 To all around we own ; 
 Drive each rebellious, rival lust, 
 Each traitor, from the throne. 
 G Instruct our minds, our wills subdue, 
 To heaven our passions raise, 
 That hence our lives, our all, may be 
 Devoted to thy praise. 
 
 1 Hither we come, our dearest Lord, 
 Obedient to thy sacred word ; 
 
 'Tis thou hast called our hearts to flee 
 From sense and sin, and follow thee. 
 
 2 Here, ranged along the water's side, 
 Where gently rolls the silent tide, 
 O what on earth can sweeter be, 
 Than thus to come and follow thee ! 
 
 3 When wanderers in the vale of tears, 
 Enslaved by sin, and doubts, and fears, 
 Then didst thou come our souls to free, 
 And gav'st us grace to follow thee. 
 
 4 When darkness did our souls enshroud, 
 And o'er our heads the storm was loud, 
 W e saw no way from wrath to flee, 
 But to obey and follow thee. 
 
 5 While others walk the downward road. 
 That onward leads to death's abode, 
 Adored be thy grace, that we 
 
 May take our cross and follow thee. 
 G Thou wast baptized beneath the wave, 
 The emblem of thy future grave ; 
 
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 O, while the way so plain we see, 
 What can we do but follow thee ! 
 7 Though others, by tradition led, 
 
 Refuse the path which thou didst tread — 
 To be baptized our joy shall be ; 
 Thus we will follow none but thee. 
 
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 1 Dear Lord, and has thy pardoning blood 
 
 Redeem'd a wretch so vile ! 
 Then kindly bid each cloud remove, 
 And bless me with thy smile. 
 
 2 Hast thou the cross for me endur'd, 
 
 And all its shame despised ? 
 And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, 
 With thee to be baptized ? 
 
 3 Didst thou the great example lead 
 
 In Jordan's swelling flood ? 
 And shall my pride disdain the deed 
 
 That's worthy of my God ? 
 i Dear Lord, the ardor of thy love 
 
 Reproves my cold delays, 
 And now my willing footsteps move 
 
 In thy delightful ways. 
 
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 1 In such a grave as this, 
 
 The dear Redeemer lay, 
 When he our souls to seek and save, 
 Lcarn'd humbly to obey. 
 
 2 See how the spotless Lamb 
 
 Descends into the stream, 
 
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 And teaches us to imitate 
 What him so well became. 
 
 3 Let sinners wash away 
 
 Their sins of crimson dye ; 
 Buried with him, their vilest sins 
 Shall in oblivion lie. 
 
 4 Rise and ascend with him, 
 
 A heavenly life to live, 
 Who came to ransom guilty men, 
 And raise them from the dead. 
 
 5 Lord, see the sinner's tears ! 
 
 Hear his repenting cry ! 
 Speak, and his contrite heart shall live, 
 
 Speak, and his sins shall die. 
 G Send down the heavenly dove 
 
 Which lit upon the Lamb, 
 In witness of a Saviour's love, 
 
 And all our souls inflame. 
 
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 1 What lovely band is this I see, 
 All singing in sweet harmony ; 
 Uniting round the water side, 
 And praising Jesus crucified ? 
 
 2 These are the followers of the Lamb ; 
 Here they are come to own his name ; 
 Their humble strains ascend the skies ; 
 In faith they're come to be baptized. 
 
 3 This brings to view the ancient days, 
 When first the gospel church was rais'd; 
 No other mode was then devis'd — 
 Believing souls were thus baptized. 
 
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 4 Baptized into the Saviour's death, 
 Arising, lived the life of faith ; 
 Giving to Christ, the Lord, the praise, 
 By walking in his humble ways. 
 
 1 In pleasure sweet here we do meet, 
 
 Down by the water side ; 
 And here we stand, by Christ's command, 
 To wait upon his bride. 
 
 2 Here we will bid the world "farewell," 
 
 To practice his command ; 
 This is the road that leads to God, 
 
 The way to Canaan's land. 
 o Now we will sing to Christ our King, 
 
 Our souls shall give him thanks, 
 Who came to Jordan unto John, 
 
 And went down J ordan's banks. 
 
 4 Come, sinners all, obey the call, 
 
 " Repent and be baptized;" 
 Forsake your sins and follow him, 
 Till you in glory rise. 
 
 5 We've found the road that leads to God, 
 
 The way of holiness ; 
 We'll follow him where'er he goes, 
 For all his paths are peace. 
 
 1 Gaze on, spectators, while we show 
 Obedience to the Lamb, 
 And wonder, while you gaze, that you 
 Forbear to do the same. 
 
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 2 "Come, seethe place where Jesus lay," 
 An angel said of old ; 
 We say the same ; his grave, you may 
 In water here behold. 
 
 0 Buried in Jordan was our Lord, 
 
 As well as in the tomb, 
 And in obedience to his word 
 We imitate the Lamb. 
 
 4 This obedience is plainly given, 
 In God's eternal Word ; 
 Though not to save or take to heaven, 
 But show we love the Lord. 
 
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 The Lord's Supper. 
 
 1 Jesus invites his saints 
 
 To meet around his board ; 
 Here pardoned rebels sit and hold 
 Communion with their God. 
 
 2 For food he gives his flesh ; 
 
 lie bids us drink his blood ; 
 Amazing favor, matchless grace 
 Of our redeeming God. 
 
 3 This holy bread and wine 
 
 Maintain our fainting breath, 
 By union with our living Lord 
 And interest in his death. 
 
 4 Our heavenly Father calls 
 
 Christ and his members one ! 
 We the young children of his love. 
 And he the first-born son. 
 
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 5 We are but several parts 
 Of the same broken bread, 
 The body, with its several limbs, 
 But Jesus is the head. 
 6* Let all our powers be join'd 
 His glorious name to raise ; 
 Pleasure and love fill every mind. 
 And every voice be praise. 
 
 1 'Twas on that dark and doleful night, 
 
 When powers of earth and hell arose 
 Against the Son of God's delight, 
 And friends betrayed him to his foes. 
 
 2 Before the mournful scene began, 
 
 He took the bread, aucl biess'd and brake ; 
 What love through all his actions ran, 
 Wbat wondrous words of grace he spake. 
 
 3 ' 'This is my body, broke for sin, 
 
 Receive and eat the living food;" 
 Then took the cup and blessed the wine. 
 u 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 
 
 4 " Do this," ho cried, " till time shall fend, 
 
 Moot at my table and record, 
 In memory of your dying friend. 
 The love of your ascended Lord." 
 
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 1 That doleful night before his death, 
 The Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 Did almost with his latest breath 
 This solemn feast ordain. 
 
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 2 To keep the feast, Lord, wc are met. 
 
 And to remember thee : 
 Help each poor trembler to repeat, 
 u The Saviour died for me." 
 
 3 Thy suffering's, Lord, each sainted sign 
 
 To our remembrance brings; 
 We eat the bread and drink the wine. 
 But think on nobler things. 
 
 4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame 
 
 Each heart that pants for thee, 
 To sing hosanna to the Lamb, 
 The Lamb that died for me. 
 
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 1 To Jesus, our exalted Lord, 
 
 (Dear name by heaven and earth ador'd) 
 Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
 A cheerful song of sacred praise, 
 
 2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
 Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 
 Far, far above our humble songs, 
 The theme demands immortal tongues. 
 
 3 Yet while around his board we meet, 
 And humbly worship at his feet, 
 
 O let our warm affections move 
 In glad return of grateful love ! 
 
 4 Let faith our feeble senses aid, 
 
 To see thy wondrous love display'd, 
 Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, 
 Thy dreadful, agonizing pains. 
 
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 5 Let humble, penitential wo, 
 With painful, pleasing- anguish flow, 
 And thy forgiving smiles impart 
 Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 
 
 1 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet, 
 
 To worship and adore ; 
 Present our Saviour crucified, 
 And tell his suff rings o'er. 
 
 2 By faith we view thee crucified, 
 
 While we partake this bread : 
 And look upon thy wounded side, 
 Thy feet, thy hands and head. 
 
 3 We view thy streaming blood, dear Lord, 
 
 While we partake this wine; 
 Can all in heaven or earth afford 
 Such dying love as thine ? 
 
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 Welcome to the Tabic. 
 
 1 This is the feast of heavenly wine, 
 
 And God invites to sup ; 
 The juices of the living vine 
 Were press' d to fill the cup. 
 
 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye that eat, 
 
 With royal dainties fed ; 
 Not heav'n affords a costlier treat, 
 For Jesus is the bread ! 
 
 3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, 
 
 Yet trembling souls appear ! 
 The righteous in their own esteem 
 Have no acceptance here. 
 
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 4. Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse 
 The banquet spread for you ; 
 
 Dear Saviour, this is welcome news. 
 Then I may venture too. 
 
 5. If guilt and sin afford a plea, 
 
 And may obtain a place ; 
 Surely the Lord will welcome me, 
 And I shall see his face. 
 
 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, 
 Here we attend thy dying feast : 
 Thy blood, like wine, adorns tho board, 
 And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 
 3 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 
 And trusts for life in one that died ; 
 We hope for heavenly crowns above 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
 
 And fling their scandals on the cause ; 
 We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
 And mako our triumph in his cross. 
 
 4 AVith joy we tell the scoffing age, 
 
 He who was dead has left the tomb, 
 He lives above their utmost rage, 
 And we are waiting till he come. 
 
 1 tl This do in memory of your friend," 
 Was the Redeemer's last request, 
 Who all the pangs of death endur'd, 
 That we might live forever blest. 
 
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 2 Thus, we'll record thy matchless grace, 
 
 Tliou dearest, tonderest, best of friends I 
 Thy dying love the noblest praise 
 Of vast eternity transcends. 
 
 2 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give, 
 Thy goodness through these veils to see ! 
 Thy table, food celestial yield, 
 And happy they who sit with thee. 
 
 4 But oh, what vast transporting joys 
 
 Shall all our breasts and tongues inspire, 
 When join'd with the celestial train, 
 Thy love and goodness to admire ! 
 
 5 When these vile bodies, all refin'd, 
 
 Shall rise in likeness to thine own, 
 Then we shall in sweet chorus join, 
 And bow around thy sapphire throne. 
 
 1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast; 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
 For every humble guest. 
 
 2 8ee Jesus stands with open arms : 
 
 lie calls, he bids you come, 
 O stay not back, though fear alarms, 
 For yet there still is room. 
 
 3 O come, and with his children taste 
 
 The blessings of his love ; 
 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of nobler joys above ! 
 
 4 There with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before the eternal throne, 
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 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice 
 In ecstacies unknown. 
 
 5 And yet, ten thousand thousand more 
 
 Are welcome still to come ; 
 Yet happy souls the grace adore ; 
 Approach, there yet is room. 
 
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 1 The King of Heaven his table spreads, 
 
 And danties crown the board, 
 Not paradise, with all its joys, 
 Could such delights afford. 
 
 2 Pardon and peace to dying men 
 
 And endless life are given ! 
 And the rich blood that Jesus shed, 
 To raise the soul to heaven. 
 
 3 Yet hungry poor, who long have stay'd 
 
 In sin's dark mazes, come, 
 Come from the hedges and highway, 
 And grace will find you room. 
 
 4 Thousands of souls in glory now, 
 
 Were fed and feasted here, 
 And thousands more, still on the way, 
 
 Around the board appear. 
 3 Yet is his house and heart so large 
 
 That millions more may come ; 
 Nor could the wide assembled world 
 
 O'erfill the spacious room. 
 
 6 All things are ready, enter in, 
 
 Nor weak excuses frame : 
 Come, take your places at the feast, 
 And bless the donor's name. 
 
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 C, M. 
 
 1 That doleful night before his death, 
 
 The Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 Did, almost with his latest breath 
 This solemn feast ordain. 
 
 2 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries. 
 
 The feast was made for you ; 
 For you I groan'd, and bled and died, 
 And rose, and triumph'd too. 
 
 ■j With humble faith and thankful heart, 
 Lord, we accept thy love ; 
 'Tis a rich banquet we have had, 
 What will it be above % 
 
 I Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, 
 Join all your praising- powers; 
 No theme is like redeeming- love, 
 No Saviour is like ours. 
 
 5 O tune our tongues, and set in frame 
 Each heart that pants for thee, 
 To sing hosanna to the Lamb — 
 9 The Lamb that died for me. 
 
 1 The blest memorials of thy grief, 
 
 Thy sufferings and thy death, 
 "We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with faith. 
 
 2 The tokens sent us, to relieve 
 
 Our spirits when they droop, 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with hope. 
 
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 3 The pledges thou wast pleased to leave 
 
 Our slothful minds to move, 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with love. 
 
 4 Here, in obedience to thy word, 
 
 We take the bread and wine ; 
 The utmost we can do, dear Lord. 
 For all beyond is thine. 
 
 5 Increase our faith, and hope, and love ; 
 
 Lord, give us all that's good ; 
 We would thy full salvation prove, 
 And share thy flesh and blood. 
 
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 1 Disrobed of all his heavenly dress, 
 
 The Saviour came to earth ; 
 Cloth'd in a veil of mortal flesh, 
 And bow'd his head in death. 
 
 2 That awful night in which, betray'd, 
 
 He introduced the feast, 
 Which we, my Mends, have seen display 'd, 
 
 Where each has been a guest. * 
 ,3 The solemn scene about to close, 
 
 To make the whole complete, 
 He meekly from communion rose 
 
 And washed his servants 1 feet. 
 
 4 u To each," he said, "let others do, 
 
 As I, your Lord, have done ; 
 The heavenly pattern still pursue, 
 In form as I have shown." 
 
 5 Since Christ has the example set, 
 
 And left it on record ; 
 
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 We'll humbly wash each other's feet, 
 Obedient to his word. 
 
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 1 Jesus, the Lord, who gi^oan'd and died. 
 
 Arising from communion sweet, 
 Disrobed, his garments laid aside, 
 And washed the dear disciples' feet. 
 
 2 " Know you," he said, " what I have done V 
 
 Ye call me Lord, and Master too,— 
 I have you an example shown, 
 And as I've done, ye ought to do." 
 
 3 Seo, through this robe, that glorious dross, 
 
 Which Christ in love laid humbly by : 
 Clothed in a veil of mortal flesh, 
 For man to suffer, bleed and die. 
 
 4 Was he begirt with napkin round J 
 
 Learn hence that Christ the Lord would be, 
 While here below, a pattern found- 
 Servant of all, of you, of me 1 
 
 5 His washing the disciples' feet, 
 
 Proclaims his cleansing, healing power ; 
 His re-assuming all complete, 
 The great, the grand, triumphant hour. 
 
 6 With Christ our pattern thus in view, 
 
 While here we hold communion sweet. 
 As he commands we'll joyful do, 
 And meekly wash each other's feet. 
 
 1 When Jesus Christ was here below, 
 He taught his people what to do ; 
 
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 And if we would his precepts keep, 
 We must attend to washing feet. 
 
 2 For on that night he was betray'd, 
 He for us all a pattern laid ; 
 Soon as his supper he did eat, 
 
 He rose and wash'd his followers 1 feet. 
 
 3 The Lord who made the earth and sky, 
 Arose and laid his garments by, 
 
 And wash'd their feet, to show that we, 
 Like Christ, should always humble be. 
 
 4 He wash'd them all though all were clean 
 Save Judas, who was full of sin ; 
 
 May none of us, like Judas, sell 
 Our Lord for gold, and go to hell. 
 
 5 Peter said, Lord, it shall not be ; 
 Thou shalt not stoop to washing me. 
 
 0 that no Christian now may say, 
 
 1 cannot Jesus' word obey. 
 
 G Ye call me "Lord, and Master," too, 
 Then " do as I have done to you," 
 All my commands and sayings keep, 
 And show your love by washing feet." 
 
 7 Ye shall be happy if ye know 
 
 And do these things by faith below ; 
 And I'll protect you till you die, 
 And then remove you far on high. 
 
 The Desire of Washing Feet. 
 1 'Tis my desire with God to walk, 
 And with his children pray and talk ; 
 
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 Though I should persecuted be, 
 Jesus did suffer so for me. 
 
 2 'Tis my desire baptized to be, 
 
 As a command, O Lord, from thee ; 
 To be baptized like Christ, my God, 
 Who was immersed in Jordan's flood. 
 
 3 'Tis my desire, around thy board 
 
 To meet the saints, my dearest Lord ; 
 In union with thy church to be, 
 And oft commune with them and thee. 
 
 4 'Tis my desire with saints to meet, 
 And wash the dear disciples' feet, 
 To do as Jesus Christ, my Lord, 
 Hath bid me in his holy Word. 
 
 5 'Tis my desire to bear the cross, 
 And yield to all my Saviour's laws, 
 To follow where my Jesus leads, 
 In all his words, in all his deeds. 
 
 6 'Tis my desire to flee from sin, 
 And ever keep my conscience clean ; 
 For Christ to count all things but loss, 
 And giory in my Saviour's cross. 
 
 7 'Tis my desire to watch and pray, 
 And serve the Lord from day to day ; 
 To own that Jesus is my King, 
 And yield to him in every thing. 
 
 8 'Tis my desire, above the rest, 
 
 To lean upon my Saviour's breast ; 
 To live as I would wish to die, 
 And then to dwell with God on high. 
 
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 1 Did Christ the great example lead, 
 
 For all his humble train, 
 In washing his disciples' feet, 
 And wiping them again. 
 
 2 "If I, the humble Jesus said, 
 
 " Your feet have washed, 'tis meet 
 That ye do likewise." — We obey, 
 And wash each other's feet. 
 
 3 O blessed Jesus, at thy board 
 
 I have thy children met, 
 The bread I've broke, the wine I've pour'd, 
 And now would wash their feet. 
 
 4 In imitation of my Lord, 
 
 Who blood for me did sweat ; 
 I yield unto his sacred word, 
 And wash his children's feet. 
 
 5 Yes, blessed Jesus, I, like thee, 
 
 Would Christians often meet ; 
 The least of all the flock would bo, 
 
 And wash the pilgrim's feet. 
 C For this, let men reproach, defame, 
 
 And call me what they will ; 
 I still would follow Christ the Lamb, 
 
 And be his servant still. 
 
 1 The grave is now a favor'd spot 
 
 To saints who sleep, in Jesus blessed ; 
 For there the wicked trouble not, 
 And there the weary are at rest, 
 
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 Job, iii. IT. 
 
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 2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms ; 
 
 At rest as in a peaceful bed ; 
 Secure from all the dreadful storms 
 Which round this sinful world are spread. 
 
 3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before 
 
 To that inheritance divine ! 
 They labor, sorrow, sigh no more, 
 But bright in endless glory shine. 
 
 4 Then let our mournful tears be dry, 
 
 Or in a gentle measure flow ; 
 We hail them happy in the sky, 
 And joyful wait our call to go. 
 
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 1 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 
 
 " Return, ye sons of men;" 
 All nations rose from earth at first, 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 2 A thousand ages in thy sight, 
 
 Are like an evening gone : 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 
 Before the rising sun. 
 8 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 
 
 With all their lives and cares, 
 Are carried downwards by the flood, 
 
 And lost in following years. 
 
 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 5 Like flow'ry fields, the nations stand, 
 
 Pleased with the morning light ; 
 
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 The flowers, beneath the mower's hand. 
 Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.] 
 
 6 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
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 1 Lord, what a feeble piece 
 
 Is this our mortal frame ; 
 Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, 
 That scarce deserves a name. 
 
 2 Alas ! 'twas brittle clay 
 
 That built our body first ; 
 And every month, and every day, 
 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 
 
 3 Our moments fly apace. 
 
 Nor will our minutes stay ; 
 Just like a flood, our hasty days 
 Are sweeping us away. 
 
 4 Well, if our days must fly, 
 
 We'll keep their end in sight, 
 We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 
 And let them speed their flight. 
 
 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er 
 
 This life's tempestuous sea ! 
 Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore 
 Of blest eternity. 
 
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 1 Thee we adore, Eternal name, 
 And humbiy own to thee, 
 
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 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 What dying worms we be ! 
 2 Our wasting- lives grow shorter still, 
 As months and days increase, 
 And every beating pulse we tell 
 Leaves but the number less. 
 :] The year rolls round, and steals away 
 The breath which first it gave ; 
 Whate'er we do, where'er we be, 
 We're traveling to the grave. 
 
 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground 
 
 To push us to the tomb ; 
 And fierce diseases wait around 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
 5 Good God ! on what a slender thread 
 
 Hang everlasting things ; 
 The eternal state of all the dead 
 Upon life's feeble strings. 
 
 6 Infinite joy or endless woe 
 
 Attend on every breath, 
 And yet how unconcerned we go 
 Upon the brink of death. 
 
 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 
 
 To walk this dang'rous road ; 
 And if our souls are hurried hence 
 May they be found with God. 
 
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 1 And am I born to die ? 
 To lay this body down ? 
 And must my trembling spirit fly 
 Into a world unknown ? 
 
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 2 A land of deepest shade, 
 
 Unpierc'd by human thought ; 
 The dreary regions of the dead, 
 Where all things arc forgot ! 
 
 3 Soon as from earth I go, 
 
 What will become of me ? 
 Eternal happiness or wo 
 Must then my portion be ! 
 
 4 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, 
 
 I from my grave shall rise, 
 And see the Judge with glory crown 1 d 
 And see the flaming skies ! 
 
 5 How shall I leave my tomb ? 
 
 With triumph or regrot V 
 A fearful, or a joyful doom, 
 A curse or blessing meet V 
 
 6 Will angel bands convey 
 
 Their brother to the bar V 
 Or devils drag my soul away 
 To meet its sentence there ? 
 
 7 Who can resolve the doubt 
 
 That tears niy anxious breast ? 
 Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, 
 Or number' d with the blest ? 
 
 8 I must from God be driven, 
 
 Or with my Saviour dwell ; 
 Must come at his command to heaven 
 Or else depart to hell. 
 
 1 Our days, alas ! our mortal days 
 Are short and wretched, too; 
 
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 " Evil and few," the patriarch says, 
 And well the patriarch knew. 
 2 'Tis but, at best, a narrow bound 
 That heaven allows to men ; 
 And pains and sins run through the round 
 Of threescore years and ten. 
 :j Well, if ye must be sad and few, 
 Run on my days in haste ; 
 Moments of sin, and months of wo, 
 Ye cannot fly too fast. 
 4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul, 
 And call her to the skies, 
 Where years of long salvation roll, 
 And glory never dies. 
 
 1 When blooming youth is snatched away, 
 
 By death's resistless hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
 Which pity must demand. 
 
 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 
 
 O may this truth, imprest 
 With awful power — I, too, must die — 
 Sink deep in every breast. 
 
 3 Let this vain world engage no more, 
 
 Behold the gaping tomb ! 
 It bids us seize the present hour, 
 To-morrow death may come. 
 
 4 The voice of this alarming scene 
 
 May every breast obey ; 
 Nor be the heavenly warniDg vain, 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
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 5 O may we fly, to Jesus fly, 
 
 Whose powerful arm can save ; 
 Then shall our hopes ascend on high. 
 And triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 (3 Great God ! thy sov'reign grace impart, 
 With cleansing, healing power ; 
 This only can prepare the heart 
 For death's surprising hour. 
 
 1 And must this body die, 
 
 This well-wrought frame decay V 
 And must these active limbs of mine 
 Lie mouldering in the clay ? 
 
 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, 
 
 Shall but refine this flesh, 
 Till my triumphant spirit comeB 
 To put it on afresh. 
 
 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, 
 
 And ever from the skies 
 Looks down and watches all my dust. 
 Till he shall bid it rise. 
 
 4 Arrayed in glorious grace, 
 
 Shall these vile bodies shine, 
 And every shape and every face 
 Be heavenly and divine. 
 
 5 These lively hopes we owe, 
 
 Lord, to thy dying love ; 
 O may we bless thy grace below, 
 And sing thy grace above. 
 
 6 Saviour, accept the praise 
 
 Of these our humble songs, 
 
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 Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise 
 With our immortal tongues. 
 
 1 Naked as from the earth we came, 
 
 And crept to life at first, 
 We to the earth return again, 
 And mingle with our dust. 
 
 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, 
 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Are hut short favors, borrowed now, 
 To be repaid anon. 
 
 3 'Tis God who lifts our comforts high. 
 
 Or sinks them in the grave ; 
 He gives, and blessed be his name ! 
 He takes but what he gave. 
 
 4 Peace, all our angry passions then. 
 
 Let each rebellious sigh 
 Be silent at his righteous will ; 
 And every murmur die. 
 
 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, 
 
 Its praises shall be spread ; 
 And we'll adore the justice too 
 That strikes our comforts dead. 
 
 1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 
 
 Or shake at death's alarms ? 
 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 2 Are we not tending upward too, 
 
 As fast as time can move ? 
 
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 Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
 To keep us from our love. 
 
 3 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay 
 And left a long- perfume. 
 
 4 The graves of all the saints he bless'd 
 
 And soften' d every bed ; 
 Where should the dying members rest 
 But with their dying head ? 
 
 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, 
 
 And showed our feet the way ; 
 Up to the Lord our souls shall fly 
 At the great rising day. 
 
 0 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 
 And bid our kindred rise ; 
 Awake, ye nations under ground, 
 Ye saints ascend the skies. 
 
 1 Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound, 
 
 Mine ears attend the cry, 
 " Ye living men, come view the ground 
 Where you must shortly lie. 
 
 2 u Princes, this clay must be your bed, 
 
 In spite of all your tow'rs ; 
 The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, 
 Must lie as low as ours." 
 
 3 Great God, is this our certain doom ? 
 
 And are we still secure ! 
 Still walking downward to the tomb, 
 And yet prepar'd no more ! 
 
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 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace, 
 To fit our souls to fly, 
 Then, when we drop this dying flesh 
 We'll rise above the sky. 
 
 1 Stoop down my thoughts that us'd to rise, 
 
 Converse a while with death ; 
 Think how a gasping mortal lies, 
 And pants away his breath. 
 
 2 His quivering lips hang feebly down, 
 
 His pulse is faint and few, 
 Then speechless, with a doleful groan, 
 He bids the world "adieu." 
 
 3 But oh, the soul that never dies ! 
 
 When once it leaves the clay ; 
 Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies, 
 And track its wondrous way. 
 
 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 
 
 It mounts, triumphing there ; 
 Or devils plunge it down to hell 
 In infinite despair ! 
 
 5 And must this body fainfc and die V 
 
 And must this soul remove? 
 Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, 
 To bear my soul above. 
 
 G Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand 
 iMy naked soul I trust; 
 And my flesh waits for thy command 
 To drop into the dust. 
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 1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state, 
 How frail our life, how short our date ; 
 Where is the man that draws his breath, 
 Safe from disease, secure from death V 
 
 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, 
 Our flesh and sense repine and cry, 
 "Must death forever rage and reign ? 
 Or hast thou made mankind in vain ? 
 
 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? 
 Are not thy servants turned to dust V" 
 But faith forbids those mournful sighs, 
 And sees the sleeping dust arise. 
 
 4 That glorious hour, that heavenly day, 
 Wipes the reproach of saints away, 
 And clears the honors of thy word ; 
 Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. 
 
 1 Father, we bow before thy throne j 
 Our pastor's dead ! we're left alone. 
 With hearts of sorrow almost broke, 
 We mourn and grieve beneath the stroke. 
 
 2 We oft with joy have viewed his face, 
 And heard thy messages of grace 
 
 In faithfulness and love proclaim'd, 
 Regardless whether prais'd or blam'd. 
 
 3 Thy word his guide — from thence he drew 
 His doctrines, and his precepts too, — 
 From thence he learnt the heavenly road, 
 By which he walk'd, and rests with God. 
 
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 4 In this, he powerful motives found, 
 In acts of mercy to abound ; 
 
 Nor did he merely others teach, 
 But practic'd daily what he preach'd. 
 
 5 We feel the loss of such a guide ; 
 And if his place is e'er supplied, 
 From thee the messenger must come, — 
 We look, O Lord, to thee alone ! 
 
 6 Father ! forgive our flowing tears ! 
 Silence and quell our rising fears ! 
 Send us a pastor in his room, 
 
 And guard and guide us safely home. 
 
 1 His death we mourn, who lately stood 
 A herald of the mighty God; 
 Froclaim'd the Saviour of our race. 
 And bore the message of his grace. 
 
 2 Laborious in his Master's cause, 
 His view, nor lucre, nor applause ; 
 To spend and to be spent, resign 1 d 
 
 If souls, through Christ, salvation find. 
 
 4 With pointed language, flaming zeal. 
 Ho to the conscience did appeal ; 
 With terror, sought the soul to move. 
 Or draw it with the cords of love. 
 
 4 But all his labors now are o'er, 
 
 And we shall hear his voice no more ; 
 I lis dust lies silent in the tomb, 
 lie's gone to heaven, his final home. 
 
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 5 Jesus ! though earthly shepherds die, 
 Do thou thy churches still supply 
 With gifts, instruction to impart — 
 Pastors according to thy heart. 
 
 G May we the means of grace improve, 
 Lest thou our candlestick remove, 
 Deprive us of the gospel light, 
 And leave us in the shades of night. 
 
 1 Wake up, my muse, condole the loss 
 
 Of those that mourn this day ; 
 Let tears distil on ev'ry face, 
 And ev'ry mourner pray. 
 
 2 The tyrant, death, came rushing in, 
 
 J vast night his pow'r did show. 
 Out of the world this child he took, 
 And laid its viso,gc low. 
 
 3 No more the pleasant child is seen. 
 
 To please its parents' eye ; 
 The tender plant, so fresh and green. 
 Is in eternity. 
 
 4 The golden bowl by death is broke, 
 
 The pitcher, burst in twain; 
 The eistern wheel has felt the stroke, 
 The lovely child is slain. 
 
 3 The winding sheet doth bind it s limbs. 
 The coffin holds it fast; 
 To-day it's seen by all its friends, 
 l?ut this must be the last. 
 
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 1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 
 
 "With transport all divine : 
 Thine image trace in every word, 
 Thy love in every line. 
 
 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 
 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face. 
 While infants, in thy tender arms, 
 Receive the smiling grace. 
 
 3 " I take these lambs," said he, 
 
 " And lay them in my breast ; 
 Protection they shall find in me, 
 In me be ever blest." 
 
 4 " Death may the bands of life unloose, 
 
 But can't dissolve my love ; 
 Millions of infant souls compose 
 The family above." 
 
 5 ' ' Their feeble frames my power -hall raise, 
 
 And mould with heavenly skill ; 
 I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 
 And hands to do my will." 
 
 G His words the happy parents hoar. 
 And shout with joy divine. 
 Hoar Saviour, all we have and arc, 
 Shall be forever thine. 
 
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 MORNING HYMNS. 
 
 1 Now the shades of night are gone ; 
 Now the morning light is come ; 
 Lord, may we be thine to-day ; 
 Drive the shades of sin away. 
 
 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light ; 
 Banish doubt, and cleanse our sight ; 
 In thy service, Lord, to-day, 
 
 Help us labor, help us pray. 
 
 3 Keep our haughty passions bound ; 
 Save us from our foes around ; 
 Going out, and coming in, 
 
 Keep us safe from every sin. 
 
 4 When our work of life is past 
 O receive us then at last ! 
 Night of sin will be no more 
 When we reach the heavenly shore. 
 
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 1 This is the day when Christ arose 
 
 So early from the dead ; 
 Why should I keep my eyelids closed, 
 And waste my hours in bed ? 
 
 2 This is the day when Jesus broke 
 
 The powers of death and hell ; 
 And shall I still wear Satan's yoke, 
 And love my sins so well ? 
 
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 3 To-day, with pleasure Christians meet, 
 
 To pray ana read thy word, 
 And I would go, with cheerful feet, 
 To learn thy will, O Lord. 
 
 4 I'll quit the world to read and pray, 
 
 And so prepare for heaven ; 
 O, may I love this blessed day, 
 The best of all the seven. 
 
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 1 Behold the morning sun 
 
 Begins his glorious way ! 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 2 But when the gospel comes, 
 
 It spreads diviner light ; 
 It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
 And gives the blind their sight. 
 
 3 How perfect is thy word, 
 
 And all thy judgments just ; 
 Forever sure thy promise, Lord, 
 And men securely trust. 
 
 4 My gracious God ! how plain 
 
 Are thy directions given ; 
 O, may I never read in vain, 
 But find the path to heaven. 
 
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 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 
 My voice ascending high ; 
 Thou art my Father, 
 
 Lend an ear unto my feeble cry. 
 
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 2 O lead me, keep me all this day 
 
 Near thee, in perfect peace ; 
 Help me to watch, to watch and pray, 
 To pray and never cease. 
 
 3 I know my roving feet will err 
 
 Unless thou be my guide ; 
 Warn me of every foe and snare, 
 And keep me near thy side. 
 
 4 [O guide my heart in truth and love, 
 
 While here on earth I stay ; 
 O, fix my mind on things above, 
 And keep me in the way.] 
 
 5 Then shall I pass all dangers safe, 
 
 And tread the tempter down ; 
 My trust, my hope, and my relief 
 Is in thine only son. 
 
 6 Then let my moments smoothly run, 
 
 And all my hours be gay ; 
 And let my evening setting sun 
 Launch me in endless day. 
 
 1 O could my soul this morning rise, 
 And feel that life which never dies, 
 I'd praise that hand with all my powers 
 That guarded my unguarded hours. 
 
 2 'Tis he who gives me life divine, 
 In him eternal joys are mine ; 
 Then rise my soul, bid sloth adieu, 
 Thy Jesus love, and him pursue. 
 
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 3 Haste on to that immortal shore [more ; 
 Where night and sleep are known no 
 There shall I soon in glory rise, 
 
 With seraphs, in a sweet surprise. 
 
 4 There shall I raise a morning song, 
 With all the vast angelic throng ; 
 There sing in everlasting peace : — 
 My morning song shall never cease. 
 
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 1 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes thy waking eyes ; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To him who rules the skies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeat 
 
 The day renews the sound ; 
 Wide as the heavens on which he sits 
 To turn the seasons round. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, 
 
 My tongne shall speak his praise ; 
 My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
 And yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 [On a poor worm thy power might tread, 
 
 And I could ne'er withstand ; 
 Thy justice might have crushed me dead, 
 But mercy held thy hand. 
 
 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled 
 
 Since the last setting sun ; 
 And yet thou length'nest out my thread , 
 And yet my moments run.] 
 
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 6 Dear God, let all my house be thine 
 Whilst I enjoy the light, 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a pleasant night. 
 
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 1 See how the morning sun 
 
 Pursues his shining way ; 
 And wide proclaims his Maker's praise 
 With every brightening ray. 
 
 2 Thus, would my rising soul 
 
 Its heavenly parent sing, 
 And to its great original 
 The humble tribute bring. 
 
 3 Serene I laid me down, 
 
 Beneath his guardian care ; 
 I slept, and I awoke and found 
 My kind Preserver near, 
 
 4 My life I would anew, 
 
 Devote, O Lord, to thee ; 
 And in thy service I would spend 
 A long eternity. 
 
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 1 With thee, great God, the stores of light 
 
 And stores of darkness lie ; 
 Thou formed the sable robe of night, 
 And spread'st it round the sky. 
 
 2 And when with welcome slumbers press'd, 
 
 AVe close our weary eyes, 
 Thy power, unseen, secures our rest, 
 And makes us joyous rise. 
 
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 3 Numbers, this night, great God, have met 
 
 Their long, eternal doom, 
 And lost their joys of morning light 
 In death's tremendous gloom. 
 
 4 Numbers on restless beds still lie, 
 
 And still their woes bewail ; 
 While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd, 
 A thousand pleasures feel. 
 
 5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs, 
 
 Our morning thoughts arise ; 
 Propitious, in thy Son, accept 
 The willing sacrifice. 
 
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 1 This morning let my praise arise, 
 To him who all my need supplies ; 
 To him who watch'd ine through the night, 
 And brought me to the morning light. 
 
 2 May I this day, through grace, pursue 
 The work assign' d for me to do ; 
 And when my work on earth is done, 
 May angels bear my spirit home. 
 
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 1 My gracious God has brought me through 
 
 Another darksome night ; 
 Again mine eyes his work can view 
 In open morning light. 
 
 2 Through all the night, while I have slept, 
 
 Insensible of pain, 
 The gracious hand of God has kept 
 And raised me up again. 
 
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 3 Thus brought to view, the morning sun 
 
 Begins his glorious way ; 
 May I set out afresh to run, 
 And my kind God obey. 
 
 4 Let me this day, with anxious zeal, 
 
 Devote my time to God, 
 And freely may I do his will, 
 And rest upon his word. 
 
 5 And when my life's short day shall close 
 
 In death's tremendous night, 
 Then may I have a sweet repose 
 In an immortal light. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
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 1 Indulgent Father, by whose care 
 
 I've passed another day, 
 Let me this night thy mercy share, 
 And teach me how to pray. 
 
 2 Show me my sins, and how to mourn 
 
 My guilt before thy face ; 
 Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone, 
 And save me by thy grace. 
 
 3 Let each returning night declare 
 
 The tokens of thy love ; 
 And every hour thy grace prepare 
 My soul for joys above. 
 
 4 And when on earth I close mine eyes 
 
 To sleep in death's embrace, 
 Let me to heaven and glory rise, 
 T' enjoy thy smiling face. 
 
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 1 O Saviour, hear me when I pray, 
 
 Remember I am thine; 
 I walk before thee all the day, 
 And fear and love thy name. 
 
 2 Now let me rest my weary head, 
 
 From earthly troubles free ; 
 And when I'm slumb'ring on my bed, 
 
 May I be still with thee. 
 I} This be my evening sacrifice, 
 
 As my day's work is done. 
 Nor let a gloomy cloud arise 
 
 On this day's setting sun. 
 
 4 Frotect me through this lonely night, 
 Till day appears again ; 
 Then early, with the morning light, 
 I'll praise thy glorious name. 
 ."> I thauk thee for my daily food, 
 A gracious gift is this ; 
 I look to thee for every good, 
 And hope for future bliss. 
 
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 1 Dread Sov'reign ! let my evening song. 
 
 Like holy incense rise, 
 Assist the offerings of my tongue, 
 To reach the lofty skies. 
 
 2 Through all the dangers of the day, 
 
 Thy hand was still my guard ; 
 And still to drive my wants away 
 Thy mercy stood prepar'd. 
 
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 3 Perpetual blessings from above, 
 
 Encompass me around ; 
 But, O ! how few returns of love 
 Hath my Creator found. 
 
 4 Lord, with this guilty heart of miuc\ 
 
 To thy dear cross I flee ; 
 And to thy grace my soul resign. 
 To be renewed by thee. 
 
 5 Sprinkled afresh, with pard'ning blood. 
 
 I lay me down to rest, 
 As in th' embraces of my God, 
 Or on my Saviour's breast. 
 
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 1 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes 
 
 Our inmost thoughts perceive, 
 Accept the evening sacrifice 
 Which now to thee we give. 
 
 2 We bow before thy gracious throne. 
 
 And think ourselves sincere ; 
 But show us, Lord, is every one 
 Thy real worshipper ? 
 
 3 Is there a soul that knows thee not. 
 
 Nor feels his want of thee ? 
 A stranger to the blood which bought 
 His pardon on the tree ? 
 
 4 Convince him, now, of unbelief, 
 
 His desp'rate state explain, 
 And fill his heart with sacred grief. 
 And penitential pain. 
 
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 5 Speak with that voice that wakes the dead 
 And bids the sleeper rise, 
 And bids his guilty conscience dread 
 The death that never dies. 
 
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 1 Now from the altar of our hearts 
 
 Let flames of love arise ; 
 Assist us, Lord, to offer up, 
 Uur evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied, 
 
 Have made up all this day ; 
 Minutes came quick but mercies were 
 More swift and free than they. 
 
 3 New time, new favor, and new joys, 
 
 Do a new song require ; 
 'Till we shall praise thee as we would ; 
 Accept our heart's desire. 
 
 4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set 
 
 New time upon our score ; 
 Thee may we praise for all our time. 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 1 () Jesus, may we praise thy name, 
 Thy love, thy goodness, is the some : 
 Through all this day, thy hand was nigh 
 Let loudest praise ascend the sky. 
 
 2 Our evening praises, Lord, receive, 
 Ourselves, our all, to thee we'd give : 
 Let peace surround us all this night, 
 And keep us safe till morning light. 
 
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 3 And when the night of death shall come, 
 Take us, thy weary pilgrims, home ; 
 Take us to heaven, thy dwelling place, 
 • Where we may sing redeeming grace. 
 
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 1 Indulgont God, whose bounteous care 
 
 O'er all thy works is shown, 
 O let my grateful praise and prayer 
 Arise before thy throne. 
 
 2 What mercies has this day bestow'd ! 
 
 How largely hast thou blest 1 
 My cup with plenty ovcrflow'd, 
 With cheerfulness my breast. 
 
 3 Now, may soft slumbers close my eyes, 
 
 From pain and sicknesH free, 
 And let my waking thoughts arise 
 To meditate on thee. 
 
 4 Thus bless each future day and night, 
 
 'Till life's vain scene is o'er, 
 And then to realms of endless light, 
 O let my spirit soar ! 
 
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 1 Another day is past, 
 
 The hours forever fled ; 
 And time is bearing me in haste 
 To mingle with the dead. 
 
 2 Perhaps my closing eyes 
 
 No more may hail the light, 
 Seal'd up before the morning rise, 
 In everlasting night. 
 
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 8 This mortal frame must lie 
 Unconscious in the tomb ; 
 But O, where will my spirit fly, 
 And what will be her doom ? 
 
 4 Jesus, if thou art mine, 
 
 O let thy heavenly voice 
 Confirm my hope with love divine, 
 And make my soul rejoice. 
 
 5 Then shall my closing eyes, 
 
 Contented, sink to rest ; 
 Then, if to night this body dies, 
 My spirit shall be blest. 
 
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 1 The day is past and gone ; 
 
 The evening shades appear ; 
 O may we all remember well, 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 
 Upon our beds to rest ; 
 So death will soon disrobe us all 
 Of what we here possess. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 
 Secure from every fear, 
 May angels guard us while we sleep, 
 Till morning light appear. 
 
 4 And when we early rise, 
 
 And view the unwearied sun, 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
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 5 And when our days are past, 
 And we from time remove, 
 O may we in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
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 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 
 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days, 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time lias run to waste, 
 
 And I perhaps am near my home ; 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep, 
 
 Peace be the pillow for my head ; 
 While well appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful station round my bed. 
 
 4 In vain the sons of earth and hell 
 
 Tell me a thousand frightful things ; 
 My God in safety makes me dwell 
 Beneath the shadow of his wings. 
 
 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come 
 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 And wait His voice t' unlock my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
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 1 Chief Shepherd of thy chosun yb«'f>p. 
 From death and sin set free, 
 May all thy under shepherds keep 
 Their eye intent on thee. 
 
 3 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare 
 To execute thy will, 
 Compassion, patience, love and care, 
 And faithfulness and skill. 
 
 3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal 
 Their flocks to feed and teach, 
 And let them live, and let them feel, 
 The sacred truths they preach. 
 
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 1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 
 
 And take th' alarm they give, 
 Now let them from the mouth of God 
 Their solemn charge receive. 
 
 2 Tis not a cause of small import 
 
 The pastor's care demands, 
 iftit what might fill an angel's heart, 
 And fill'd a Saviour's hands. 
 
 6 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 
 Did heav'nly bliss f orego ; 
 For souls which must for ever live 
 In raptures or in wo. 
 
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 4 May they, that Jesus whom they preach, 
 Their own redeemer, see ; 
 And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
 That they may watch for thee. 
 
 1 If you would win a soul to God 
 Then tell him of the Saviour's blood — 
 Tell him how Jesus' bowels move 
 Towards him, with redeeming love. 
 
 2 And tell him how the streams did glide 
 From Jesus' hands, and feet, and side : 
 And how his head with thorns was crown VI, 
 And how his soul with grief was drown'd. 
 
 3 Ah ! tell him, how he suffer' d death, 
 And freely yielded up his breath, 
 And died, and rose, with God to plead, 
 That rebels might from sin be freed. 
 
 4 Tell him 'tis free and saving grace 
 Which teaches men to seek his face, 
 And helps them choose the better part, 
 And brings salvation to the heart. 
 
 5 Explain to him that liberty 
 Wherewith Christ Jesus makes us free ; 
 And the sweet joys of sins forgiven, 
 
 As earnest of the joys of heaven. 
 
 6 Then tell him, he that does believe 
 And is baptized, shall be saved ; 
 
 But, he that slights the Lord's command 
 And disbelicveth, shall be damned. 
 
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 . 1 Ye messengers of Christ, 
 
 His sovereign voice obey ; 
 Arise ! and follow where he leads, 
 And peace attend your waj'. 
 3 The Master whom you serve 
 
 Will needful strength bestow ; 
 Depending on his sovereign aid, 
 With sacred courage go. 
 
 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, 
 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 The cause is God's, and must prevail 
 In spite of all his foes. 
 
 4 Go, spread a Saviour's fame, 
 
 And tell his matchless grace. 
 To the most guilty and deprav'd 
 Of Adam's num'rous race. 
 
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 A Travelling Preacher. 
 
 1 Oh ! if poor sinners could but know 
 How much for them I undergo, 
 
 They would not treat me with contempt, 
 Nor curse me when I say, repent. 
 
 2 Give credit now to what I say, 
 And mind it till the judgment day ; 
 Of God I'm sent, constrained to go, 
 To call upon both high and low. 
 
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 3 A n<l wo is me if I refrain 
 
 From going- forth in God's great; name ; 
 
 A dispensation I've received, 
 
 A nd my kind friends I now must leave. 
 
 4 My parents' house I hid adien, 
 My toilsome journey to pursue, 
 To distant climes I now repair, 
 To call poor sinners far and near. 
 
 5 But O, the trials of my heart, 
 
 To think I must with parents part ; 
 In tears I left them, fill'd with grief, 
 1 could not give their hearts relief. 
 
 (J They brought me up with tender care, 
 And for my health no pains did spare; 
 Exposed themselves both night and day, 
 While fevers wore my ilesh away, 
 
 7 My loving brethren think it strange, 
 That I should leave my nearest friends ; 
 My sisters wonder where I am, 
 
 That I do not return to them. 
 
 8 Ye list'ning nations, pray give ear, 
 While I to you the truth declare ; 
 May wisdom now inspire my heart, 
 My joys and sorrows to impart. 
 
 9 Thro' winds, and storms of rain and snow, 
 Both day and night I have to go, 
 
 To attend th' appointments I have made, 
 Or find a place to lay my head. 
 
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 1 Through sultry climes and deserts wide, 
 I am directed by my guide ; 
 
 No cooling streams to quench my thirst, 
 If I for want should turn to dust. 
 
 2 I draw no pension here below, 
 To pay my charges as I go ; 
 
 I go forth on my own expense, 
 And trust in God for my defence. 
 
 3 Ofttimes with hunger I grow faint ; 
 I travel on till almost spent ; 
 
 I find no friend or helper nigh, 
 But Him who hears the ravens cry. 
 
 4 Through streams and rivers deep and wide, 
 Both high and swift I have to ride : 
 
 The rolling current beats with force, 
 And often drives me from my course. 
 
 5 The thunder roars, when clouds arise, 
 Tempest and darkness veil the skies ; 
 All nature trembles at the sound, 
 And wet and cold I'm often found. 
 
 6 But greater perils wait me yet, 
 When I with my false brethren meet ; 
 Their clothing is much like the saints, 
 But God abhors their false pretence. 
 
 7 I do not limit conflicts here, 
 The foes within I have to fear ; 
 I'm often into bondage brought, 
 In ways that I but little thought. 
 
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 8 But yet I hear a heavenly voice 
 Saying-, arise, in me rejoice; 
 Go to the world's remotest bound, 
 I'll be thy friend -when foes surround. 
 
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 The Missionary's Farewell, 
 
 1 Yes, my native land, I love thee; 
 
 All thy scenes, I love them well : 
 Friends, connections, happy country, 
 Can I bid you all farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave you 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely — 
 
 Joys no stranger-heart can tell : 
 Happy home, indeed I love thee : 
 Can I, can I say, ik Farewell?" 
 
 Can I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 
 
 Holy days and Sabbath bell, 
 Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, 
 Can I say a last farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave you. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly — 
 
 From the scenes I love so well ; 
 Far away, ye billows, bear me : 
 Lovely, native land, farewell : 
 
 Pleased I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwelL 
 
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 5 In the deserts let me labor ; 
 
 On the mountains let me tell 
 How he died — the blessed Saviour — 
 To redeem a world from hell. 
 
 Let me hasten, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean, 
 
 Let the winds my canvass swell ; 
 Heaves my heart with warm emotion, 
 While I go far hence to dwell; 
 
 Glad I bid thee, 
 Native land, farewell, farewell. 
 
 1 Come on, my brethren in the Lord, 
 
 Whose hearts are joined in one ; 
 Hold up your heads with courage bold, 
 
 Your race is almost run : 
 Above the clouds, behold Him stand, 
 
 And smiling bids you come ; 
 And angels whisp'ring you away 
 
 To your eternal home. 
 
 2 To see a pilgrim as he dies, 
 
 With glory in his view ; 
 To heav'n he lifts his longing eyes, 
 
 And bids the world adieu : 
 While friends are weeping all around, 
 
 And loath to let him go. 
 He shouts with his expiring breath, 
 
 And leaves them all below. 
 
 3 O Christians, are you ready now 
 
 To cross the swelling flood; 
 On Canaan's happy shore to stand, 
 And see your smiling God ! 
 
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 The dazzling- charms of that bright world 
 
 Attracts my soul above : 
 My tongue shall shout redeeming grace 
 
 When perfected in love. 
 4 Go on, my brethren in the Lord, 
 
 I'm bound to meet you there ; 
 Although we tread enchanted ground, 
 
 Be bold and never fear : 
 Fight on, fight on, ye valiant souls, 
 
 The land appears in view ; 
 I hope to gain fair Canaan's shore, 
 
 And there to meet with you. 
 
 1 Dark and thorny is the desert 
 
 Through which pilgrims mate their way ; 
 Yet beyond this vale of sorrow 
 
 Lie the fields of endless day; 
 Fiends loud howling through the desert 
 
 Make them tremble as they go, 
 And the fiery darts of Satan 
 
 Often bring their courage low. 
 
 2 O young soldiers, are you weary 
 
 Of the roughness of the way ; 
 Does your strength begin to fail you, 
 
 And your vigor to decay V 
 Jesus, Jesus, will go with you, 
 
 He will lead you to his throne ; 
 He who dy'd his garments for you, 
 
 And the wine -press trod alone, 
 
 3 He whose thunder shakes creation, 
 
 He who bids the planets roll ; 
 He who rides upon the tempest, 
 
 And whose sceptre sways the whole ; 
 
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 Round him are ten thousand angels, 
 
 Ready to obey command, 
 They are always hov'ring round you, 
 
 Till you reach the heav'nly land. 
 4 There on flow'ry hills of pleasure 
 
 Lie the fields of endless rest ; 
 Love and joy, and peace forever, 
 
 Reign and triumph in your breast. 
 'Who can paint the scenes of glory 
 
 Where the ransom'd dwell on high V 
 They on golden harps, forever 
 
 Sound redemption through the sky ! 
 ;j Millions there of flaming seraphs 
 
 Fly across the heav'nly plain, 
 Where they sing immortal praises; 
 
 Glory, Glory, is their strain. 
 But methinks a sweeter concert 
 
 Makes the heavenly arches ring ! 
 And a song is heard in Zion 
 
 Which the angels cannot sing. 
 0 O the crowns ! how bright they sparkle, 
 
 Which to saints will then be given, 
 And the mansions, how celestial, 
 
 Jesus hath for them in heaven : 
 Hail ! ye happy, happy spirits, 
 
 Death no more shall make you fear, 
 Grief or sorrow, pain or anguish. 
 
 Shall no more distress you there. 
 
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 Tunc. — Redemption, imandra. 
 
 1 Come friends and relations, let's join heart and hand, 
 The voice of the turtle is heard in the land; 
 
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 Let's all 'walk together and follow the Bound, 
 And march to tho place where redemption la found. 
 3 The place, it is hidden by reason of sin, 
 Alas ! you don't see the sad state you are in ; 
 You are blinded, polluted, In prison and pain, 
 
 0 how can such robols redemption obtain. 
 3 Tho place is in Jesus, to him if you'll go, 
 
 You'll thero And redemption from sorrow and woo; 
 And though you aro wounded and bruised by the fall, 
 Riso Tip and press forward, for you he doth call, 
 
 I And you, my dear brethren, who love my dear Lord, 
 Whose sins have been pacdon'd thro' faith in his 
 Lot patience attend you, wherever you be, [word, 
 And sing for redemption, so full and so free. 
 
 5 And when th' archangel's trumpet shall sound, 
 And wake all the nations that sleep under ground, 
 The sound of that trumpet will bid us ai-isc 
 And meet our Redeemer with joy in the skies. 
 
 C Then freed from all sin, and redeemed from death, 
 Redocm'd from corruption.redeem'd from the earth, 
 Redeemed from sorrow, redeemed from pain, 
 
 We'll *hout free redemption tliro' hearena bright plain. 
 
 1 How painfully pleasing the fond rocollection 
 Of youthful connexion and innocent joy, 
 When blest with parental advice and affection, 
 Surrounded with mercies and peace from on high, 
 
 1 still view the chairs of my father and mother, 
 The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand ; 
 
 And that richest of books, which excels every other, 
 The family Biblo that lay on the stand. 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 The old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible 
 The family Bible that lay on the stand. 
 
 2 The Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, 
 
 At morning and evening could yield us delight, 
 And the prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation, 
 
 For mercy by day and for safety by night: 
 Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling, 
 
 All warm from the heart of the family band, 
 Half rais'd U3 from earth to that rapturous dwelling, 
 
 Described in the Bible that lay on the stand. 
 
 3 Ye scones of enjoyment, long have we been parted, 
 
 My hope almost gone, and my parents no more, 
 In sorrow and sadness I live, broken-hearted, 
 
 And wander alone on a far distant shore, 
 Yet why should I doubt a dear Saviour's protection 
 
 Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand; 
 
 0 let me with patience receive his correction, 
 And think of the Bible that lay on the stand. 
 
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 1 Drooping saints no longer grieve ; 
 
 Heaven is propitious, 
 If on Christ you do believe ; 
 You will find him precious. 
 
 2 Jesus now is passing by, 
 
 Call the mourner to him : 
 He has died for you and I, 
 Now look up and view him. 
 
 3 From his hands, his feet, his side, 
 
 Runs a healing fountain ; 
 See the consolation tide, 
 Boundless as the ocean. 
 
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 4 See the living waters move, 
 
 For the sick and dying ; 
 Now resolve to gain his love, 
 Or to perish trying. 
 
 5 Grace's store is always free, 
 
 Drooping souls to gladden : 
 Jesus calls, " Come unto me !" 
 Weary, heavy laden. 
 
 6 Though your sins like mountains high, 
 
 Rise and reach to heaven ; 
 Soon as you on him rely, 
 " All shall be forgiven." 
 
 7 Now methinks, I hear one say, 
 
 I will go unto him ; 
 If he takes my sins away, 
 Surely I shall love him. 
 
 8 Streaming mercy, how it flows, 
 
 Now I know, I feel it; 
 Half has never yet been told, 
 Yet I want to tell it. 
 
 9 J esus' blood has heal'd my wounds, 
 
 Oh ! the wondrons story ; 
 I was lost, but now I'm found, 
 Glory! Glory! Glory! 
 
 10 Glory to my Saviour's name, 
 
 Saints are bound to love him ; 
 Mourners, you may do the same, 
 Only come and prove him. 
 
 11 Heaven's here and heaven's there, 
 
 Glory 's here and yonder ; 
 Brightest seraphs shout amen, 
 While all the angels wonder. 
 
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 1 We've found the rock, the travelers cried, 
 The stone that all the prophet's tried ; 
 Come children, drink the balmy dew, 
 'Twas Christ that shed it new for you, 
 
 2 This costly mixture cures the soul, 
 Which sin and guilt has made so foul ; 
 It makes me happy while I sing, 
 And shout salvation to my king. 
 
 8 Here's glory, glory in my soul, 
 Come mourners see the current roll ; 
 O that you would believe in God, 
 And wash in Christ's most precious blood. 
 
 4 O Christians, we have heav'n to night ; 
 It shines around with dazzling light, 
 And in this light we'll soar away 
 Where there 's no night, but endless day. 
 
 5 O children, children, bear the cross, 
 And count the world below as dross, 
 We'll bear the cross, and wear the crown, 
 And by our Father's side sit down. 
 
 6 O hearken, children, Christ is come, 
 The bride is ready, let us run ; 
 
 His grace will feed our hungry souls, 
 While love divine eternal rolls. 
 
 7 His fiery chariot, makes its way 
 To welcome us to endless day ; 
 There glitt'ring millions we shall join, 
 To praise the prince of David's line.. 
 
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 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: 
 "What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
 You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. 
 
 2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; 
 At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 
 
 As thy days may demand shall thy strength ever be. 
 
 3 Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, 
 I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
 
 1*11 strengthen thee.help thee.and cause thee to stand 
 Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand. 
 
 i When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress, 
 
 5 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall he, 
 My grace all sufficient, shall be thy supply, 
 The flames shall not hurt thee, I only design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 6 Even down to old age all my people shall prove 
 My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
 And when hoary hairs shall the temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they shall still in my bossom be borne, 
 
 7 The soul that on JesU3 hath lean'd for repose, 
 I will not, I will not desert to his foes; 
 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, 
 I'll never, no never, no never forsake. 
 
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 1 Afflictions though they seem severe, 
 
 Are oft in mercy sent ; 
 They stopt the prodigal's career, 
 
 And caus'd him to repent. 
 Although he no relenting felt, 
 
 Till he had spent his store, 
 His stubborn heart began to melt, 
 
 When famine pinch' d him sore. 
 
 2 4 4 What have I gain'd by sin," he said, 
 
 44 But hunger, sh;vme, and fear? 
 My Father's house abounds with bread 
 
 While I am starving here. 
 I'll go and tell him all I've done, 
 
 Fall down before his face ; 
 Unworthy to be call'd a son. 
 
 I'll seek a servant's place." 
 
 3 His Father saw him coming back ; 
 
 He saw, and ran, and smil'd, 
 And threw his arms around the neck 
 
 Of his rebellious child. 
 44 Father, I've sinn'd, but O, forgive !" 
 
 44 Enough," the father said; 
 44 Rejoice, my house, my son's alive, 
 
 For whom I mourn'd, as dead." 
 
 4 44 Now let the fatted calf be slain, 
 
 And spread the news around ; 
 My son was dead, but lives again, 
 
 Was lost, but now is found." 
 Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, 
 
 To call poor siimers home ; 
 More than a father's love he feels, 
 
 And welcomes all that comes. 
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 5 Come, then, poor sinners, come away, 
 We call you all around ; 
 'Tis the accepted, promis'd day, 
 When gospel grace abounds. 
 Come, mourning souls, to Jesus come, 
 Whose blood for you aton'd ; 
 His heart, his hands, and church, have room, 
 We therefore bid you come. 
 
 1 Salem's bright king, Jesus by name, 
 In ancient time to Jordan came, 
 
 All righteousness to fill ; 
 'Twas there the ancient Baptist stood, 
 Whose name was John, a man of God, 
 
 To do his Master's will. 
 
 2 The holy Jesus did demand 
 His right to be baptized then, 
 
 The Baptist gave consent ; 
 On Jordan's banks they did appear, 
 The Baptist and his Master dear, 
 
 Then down the bank they went. 
 
 3 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream, 
 The Baptist led the holy Lamb, 
 
 And there did him baptize ; 
 Jehovah saw his darling Son, 
 And was well pleased in what he'd done, 
 
 And own'd him from the skies. 
 
 4 The opening heaven now complies, 
 The Holy Ghost like lightning flies, 
 
 Down from the courts above ; 
 And on the holy, heavenly lamb, 
 The Spirit lights and does remain* 
 
 In ' hnpo like a fait dwe-. 
 
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 5 This is my Son Jehovah cries, 
 The echoing voice, from glory Hies, 
 
 O, children, hear ye him ; 
 ] lark ! 'tis his voice, behold he cries 
 Repent, believe, and be baptiz'd, 
 
 And wash away your sin. 
 
 6 Come children, come, his voice obey, 
 Salem's bright King has mark'd the way, 
 
 And has a crown prepar'd ; 
 O then arise and give consent, 
 AValk in the way that Jesus went, 
 
 And have the great reward. 
 
 7 Believing children gather round, 
 And let your joyful songs abound, 
 
 With cheerful hearts arise, 
 See here is water, here is room, 
 A loving Saviour calling, come, 
 
 O children be baptiz'd. 
 
 8 Behold his servant waiting stands, 
 With willing heart and ready hands 
 
 To wait upon the Bride ; 
 Ye candidates your hearts prepare, 
 And let us join in solemn prayer, 
 
 Down by the water side. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 Ye brethren who profess the Lord, 
 I pray draw near and hear a word ; 
 lift wp your eyes, behold and see 
 What a good God has done for me ! 
 
 2 O'erwhelm'd with guilt, in deep distress, 
 I day or night could take no rest ; 
 
 But when in sad extremity, 
 Thn Lord rcveal'd his love to mo. 
 
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 3 When I by faith was brought to see 
 My J esus bleeding on the tree, 
 
 My soul with joy and sorrow flow'd, 
 That he should bear my guilty load. 
 
 4 My heart, that was so dreadful hard, 
 Was melted down in love to God ! 
 My soul was humbled to the ground 
 When I the blessed Jesus found. 
 
 5 Then on my bended knees did fall — 
 O, Jesus ! he was all in all ! 
 
 Yea, where to go I did not know, 
 For I did love my Jesus so. 
 
 6 And now, my friends, who love the Lord, 
 I pray live nearer to his word ; 
 
 And don't you hurt that wounded side 
 Of my dear Jesus crucified ! 
 
 1 Hail thou blc-st morn when the great Mediator 
 
 Down from the regions of glory descends ! 
 Shepherds ! go worship the babe in the manger: 
 Lo ! for his guide the bright angels attend. 
 
 CHOBUS. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! 
 
 Shine on our darkness, and lend ue thine aid ! 
 Star in the East, the horizon adorning, 
 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 2 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining ; 
 
 Low lies his bed with the beast of the stall: 
 Angels adore him in 6lumber reclining; 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
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 5 Say, shall we yield him a costly devotion, 
 Odors of Edoni, and off rings divine ! 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean ; 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 
 Vainly with gold would his favor secure; 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration; 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 5 Low at his feet, we in humble prostration, 
 
 Lose all our sorrow, and trouble and strife ; 
 There we receive his divine consolation, 
 Flowing afresh from the fountain of life. 
 
 6 He is our friend in the midst of temptation, 
 
 Faithful supporter, whose love cannot fail. 
 Rock of our refuge, and Hope of Salvation, 
 Light to direct us through death's gloomy vale. 
 
 7 Star of the morning, thy brightness declining, 
 
 Shortly must fade when the sxin doth arise, 
 Beaming refulgent, his glory eternal, 
 Shines on the children of Lovo in the skief. 
 
 1 With gladness, dear brethren, we meet at this plar^ 
 To speak and to hear of God's rich and free grace: 
 For all that are needy, afflicted and poor, 
 The Saviour has balsam and riches in store. 
 
 3 H hungry and thirsty, and burdened with guilt, 
 For you, the dear Saviour, his blood freely spilt ; 
 If naked and wounded, just ready to die, 
 He waits from his fullness your wants to supply. 
 
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 3 You're welcome, poor sinners, no longer delay, 
 The Gospel invites yon to Jesns to-day, 
 
 If yon are bnt willing, yon need not to donbt, 
 For those that come to him lie will not cast ont. 
 
 4 On parting, my brethren, I give yon my hand, 
 In token of friendship, that miiting band, 
 Since we here together no longer can stay, 
 
 Be snre you continue devoutly to pray. 
 
 5 Farewell my dear brethren, belov'd of the Lord, 
 The footsteps of Jeans you'll find in his word: 
 Then follow your Leader wherever he goes, 
 Stand fast and unshaken whatever oppose. 
 
 C The time 'tis approaching when Christ shall appear 
 In glory, and then all his saints shall be there, 
 No fear then of parting, no grief nor complaint, 
 Shall ever be heard from the tongue of a saint 
 
 7 But praise and thanksgiving shall be our employ, 
 Our souls always feasting, yet never eliail cloy; 
 New scenes then unfolding, new joys will afford, 
 All glory and honor, and praise to the Lord. 
 
 1 M'hen converts first begin to sing, 
 Their happy souls are on the wing ; 
 Their theme is all-redeeming love, 
 Fain would they be with Christ above. 
 
 2 With admiration they behold 
 
 The love of Christ which can't be told, 
 They view themselves on Canaan's shore, 
 And think the conflict now is o'er. 
 
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 8 They now rejoice, as free from pain, 
 And think their enemies are slain ; 
 They make no donht but all is well, 
 And Satan hurl'd quite down to hell. 
 
 4 They wonder why old saints don't sing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring 
 With joyful hallelujahs round, 
 Because a prodigal is found. 
 
 5 But 'tis not long before they feel 
 Their feeble souls begin so reel; 
 
 They think their former hopes are vain, 
 They're filled with sorrow, grief and pain. 
 
 (5 Where, feeble child, is now thy song ? 
 And where's the music of thy tongue ? 
 
 Alas ! I fear that I'm undone, 
 And have from first to last been wrong." 
 
 7 Come, take up arms, and face the field ; 
 Gird on your harness, sword and shield ; 
 Stand fast in faith, and never yield, 
 And soon the conquest will be gain'd. 
 
 8 If S it in comes to tempt again, 
 
 And tells you that your King was slain ; 
 
 Be bold to say, he rose again, 
 
 And promises that saints shall reign. 
 
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 1 Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded 
 All thy family to pray : 
 Promised good thou hast appointed 
 Through this medium to convey. 
 
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 2 Yes, to all thy praying people 
 
 Thou hast promised to appear ; 
 And thy wondrous condescension 
 Honors much the path of prayer. 
 
 3 Jesus, thou exalted Saviour, 
 
 On thy promise we rely ; 
 Comfort every mourning spirit, 
 Answer every feeble cry. 
 
 4 From thy glorious throne of mercy, 
 
 Heav'nly cordials now impart, 
 Exercise thy tender pity 
 O'er the sinner's broken heart. 
 
 5 May we all who love the Saviour, 
 
 Often to his throne repair ; 
 Feel the sweets of his compassion 
 While engaged in solemn prayer. 
 
 6 Lord attend our supplications, 
 
 Let thy mercy on us roll ; 
 Come, O come, thou kind Redeemer, 
 Comfort every praying soul. 
 
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 1 Brethren, I bid you all farewell, 
 
 And from my very heart, 
 Affectionately I do tell, 
 That yon and I must part. 
 
 2 And if I see you not again, 
 
 I trust that I can say, 
 My labor shall not be in vain, 
 That I have Bpent this day. 
 
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 3 I trust I can to record call, 
 
 All you that hear me now, 
 I have declar'd God's counsel all, 
 As he did me endow. 
 
 4 I now depart, I leave you here, 
 
 I leave you with the Lord, 
 And may we all henceforth appear 
 To be of one accord. 
 
 5 And if we part to meet no more, 
 
 While we on earth remain, 
 O may we meet on Canaan's shore, 
 And never part again. 
 
 6 There we shall meet to sing God's 
 
 And all his wonders tell ; [praise, 
 And triumph in his holy ways, 
 So brethren, fare you well. 
 
 1 Come all ye weary travellers, 
 
 Now let us join and sing 
 The everlasting praises 
 
 Of Jesus Christ our King. 
 We've had a tedious journey, 
 
 And tiresome, 'tis true, 
 But see how many dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us through. 
 
 2 At first, when Jesus found us, 
 
 He called ub unto him, 
 And pointed out the danger 
 
 Of falling into sin. 
 The world, the flesh and Satan 
 
 Would prove a fatal snare, 
 Unless we did reject them 
 
 By faith and humble prayer. 
 
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 3 ] hit* by our disobedience, 
 
 With sorrow we confess, 
 We have had long to wander 
 
 In a dark wilderness ! 
 Where we might have fainted 
 
 In that enchanted ground, 
 But now and then a cluster 
 
 Of pleasant grapes we found. 
 
 4 The pleasant fruits of Canaan 
 
 Give life, and joy and peace, 
 Revive our drooping spirits, 
 
 And love and strength increase ! 
 To confess our Lord and Master, 
 
 And run at his command, 
 And hasten on our journey 
 
 Unto the promised land. 
 
 5 With faith, and hope, and patience, 
 
 We're made for to rejoice, 
 And Jesus and his people 
 
 Forever are our choice. 
 In grace and consolation 
 
 We now are going on 
 The pleasing way to Canaan, 
 
 Where Jesus Christ is gone. 
 
 6' Sinners, why stand you idle, 
 
 While we do march along ; 
 lias conscience never told you, 
 
 That you are going wrong ? 
 Down the broad road to darkness, 
 
 To bear an endless curse ? 
 Forsake your ways of sinning, 
 
 And come and go with us. 
 
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 7 But if you will refuse ib, 
 
 We bid you all farewell ; 
 We're on the road to Canaan, 
 
 And you the road to hell. 
 We're sorry for to leave you ; 
 
 We'd rather you would go ; 
 Come try a bleeding Saviour, 
 
 And see the waters flow. 
 
 8 Xow to the King Immortal, 
 
 Be everlasting praise ; 
 For in his holy service 
 
 We long to spend our days : 
 Till we arrive at Canaan, 
 
 The celestial world above, 
 With everlasting wonder. 
 
 To praise redeeming love. 
 
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 L The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love I 
 In Eden once flowing in streams from above ; , :. . •„:. 
 ltefrcsh'd, every moment, the first happy pair, 
 Till sin stopp'd the. current, and brought in despair. 
 
 2 O Wretched condition ! what anguish and pain ! 
 They thirst for a fountain, but seek it in vain! 
 To sin's biitcr waters they fly for relief, 
 
 They drink, and the draft but increases their grid. 
 
 3 Glad tidings, glad tidings, no more we complain, 
 Our Jesus has opened the fountain again ! 
 
 Now, mingled with mercy, enrich'd with free grace, 
 I In Zion 'tis flowing, come sinners and taste. 
 
 i How happy the prospect, how pleasant the road, 
 W;ku led down the stream by the angel of God; 
 Though narrow at first, yet we find it at last 
 A river so bomdteM it cannot be pass'd. 
 
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 5 Come, sinners, poor sinners, 'tis boundless and free 
 In Zion 'tis flowing, 'tis open'd for thee ; 
 
 This water has virtue to heal all complaint*, 
 Come drink, ye diseas'd,and rejoice with the saints 
 
 6 Say not, I'm a sinner, and must not partake ; 
 For this very reason the Lord bids you take ; 
 Say not too unworthy, the vilest of all, 
 
 For such (not the righteous) the Lord came to call 
 
 7 Ho ! all ye poor sinners, ye halt and ye blind, 
 Ye penitent mourners, here life you may find; 
 The Spirit invites you, the Bride bids you come, 
 O, call all yoxir neighbors, for yet there is room. 
 
 1 Farewell my dear kindred, whose love needs no token 
 
 To think I must leave you grief pains my poor hearl 
 With parents, the tenderest of ties must be broken 
 And brothers and sisters, with you I must part. 
 Though you I must leave,yet in hope of salvation, 
 I freely can part with each friend and relation, 
 And patiently wander throughout wide creation. 
 To point dying sinners to Jesus' blood. 
 
 2 Farewell my dear brethren, in Jesus my Saviour, 
 
 With whom I so often sweet counsel have took; 
 Still press on your journey, watch well your behavior 
 
 Obey Christ'* commands and for strength to him look. 
 
 My Saviour commands me, and I must now leave you 
 But hush ! sad emotions.let parting not grie ve you 
 Eojoice in that day when I hope to receive yon, 
 Whon parting and sorrow shall pain us no more 
 i Farewell, young companions, who long have been (porting 
 In sin's giddy maze, where I once careless trod; 
 There happiness long you have vainly been seeking 
 Where you ne'er can find it; O turn to my God. 
 
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 For you I still mourn while I view your condition, 
 I tremble lest you may sink into perdition I 
 O turn to the Saviour, the soul's grand physician, 
 Who now stands inviting and bidding you come. 
 
 Farewell, old and young, «lnnere, brethren and kindred, 
 
 Once more with affection I bid you adieu ! 
 My Saviour commands me,I must not be hinder e J, 
 The way lies before me, and I must pursue. 
 
 0 Jesus, be with me, my friend and my Saviour, 
 Protect and defend me from all harm and danger, 
 To heaven at last bring this exile and stranger. 
 
 To sing hallelujah forever above. 
 
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 Jesus Reigns. 
 
 1 Hear the royal proclamation, 
 The glad tidings of salvation, 
 Published to every creature 
 Of the ruin'd sons of nature. 
 
 Jesus reigns ! 
 He reigns victorious 
 Over heaven and earth, most glorious, 
 
 J esus reigns ! 
 
 2 See the royal banner flying, 
 Hear the heralds loudly crying, 
 Rebel sinners, royal favor 
 Now is offer'd by the Saviour. 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 8 Here, ye sons of wrath and ruin, 
 
 Ye who've wrought your own undoing, 
 Here are life and free salvation, 
 Offer'd to the whole creation. 
 
 Jesus reigns, Szc. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 4 'Twas for you that Jesus died, 
 For you a God was crucified, 
 
 He conquer' d death aud rose to heaven, 
 Eternal life through him is given. 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 
 5 Turn unto the Lord most holy, 
 Shun the paths of vice and folly, 
 Turn, or you are lost forever, 
 Turn, O sinner, to the Saviour. 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 
 0 For this love let rocks and mountains, 
 Purling streams and crystal fountains, 
 Roaring thunders, lightning's blazes 
 Shout the great Messiah's praises. 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 
 7 Here are wine, and milk, and honey, 
 Come and purchase without money, 
 Mercy's flowing like a fountain, 
 Streaming from the holy mountain. 
 
 Jesus reigns, etc. 
 
 8 Shout ye tongues of every nation, 
 Christ has died for your salvation ; 
 Shout with joyful acclamation, 
 Sound aloud the proclamation ! 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 
 9 Shout, ye saints, make joyful mention, 
 Christ has wrought out your redemption, 
 Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, 
 The Almighty King of Zion. 
 
 Jesus reigns, vtc. 
 
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 10 Now our souls have caught new lire, 
 Brethren, raise your voices higher, 
 Angels shout the joyful story 
 Through the brightest realms of glory. 
 
 Jesus reigns, &c. 
 
 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 
 O how I long for thee ; 
 When will my sorrows have an end, 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
 
 Most glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
 Thy streets are paved with gold. 
 
 o Thy garden and thy pleasant green, 
 My study long have been ; 
 Such sparkling light, by human sight, 
 Has never yet been seen. 
 
 4 Is heaven thus glorious, O my Lord ! 
 
 Why should I stay from thence V 
 What folly 'tis that I should dread 
 To die and go from hence. 
 
 5 Reich down, O Lord, thy arm of peace, 
 
 And cause me to ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And Sabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory is gone, 
 
 Him will I go and see, 
 And all my brethren here below 
 Will soon come after me. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 7 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 
 
 I leave you in God's care ; 
 And if I never more see you, 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 
 8 "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. 
 
 9 Millions of years around may run, 
 
 Our songs will still go on, 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 And Spirit, three in one. 
 
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 1 When shall we all meet again ? 
 When shall we all meet again ? 
 Oft may glowing hope expire ; 
 Oft may wearied love retire ; 
 Oft may death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet again. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parched beneath a burning sky : 
 Though the deep between us rolls, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls : 
 And in fancy's wide domain, 
 
 Oft may we all meet again. 
 
 8 When these burnished locks are gray, 
 Thinn'd by many a toil- spent day; 
 When around this youthful pine, 
 Moss shall creep and ivy twine, 
 May this long lov'd bower remain, 
 Here may we all meet again ! 
 
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 4 When the dreams of life are fled ; 
 When its wasting- lamps are dead ; 
 When in cold oblivion's shade, 
 Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid ; 
 Where immortal spirits reign, 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
 1 Ye saints attend the Saviour's voice, 
 
 Spoke in his word of grace ; 
 He says, and in it, O rejoice ! 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 2 Though storms and tempests round you roar, 
 
 And foes and fears increase ; 
 He says, and what could he say more, 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 3 What though afflictions still abound, 
 
 Your troubles still increase, 
 He says, and O how sweet the sound ! 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 •t What though your hearts with soitow bleed, 
 And sighs and tears increase ; 
 He says, and it is true indeed, 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 5 Though you shall pass through death's cold flood, 
 
 To gain your wish'd release, 
 He says, and sure he'll make it good, 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 6 When you his face in glory view, 
 
 Where joy can ne'er decrease, 
 Eternity shall prove it true, 
 " In him ye shall have peace." 
 15 
 
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 1 Lamb of God for sinners slain, 
 
 To thee I humbly pray ; 
 Heal me of my grief and pain ; 
 
 O take my sins away. 
 From this bondage Lord release ; 
 
 No longer let me be oppress'd ; 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast. 
 
 2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out 
 
 Who humbly comes to thee ? 
 No, my God, I cannot doubt 
 
 Thy mercy is for me : 
 Let me then obtain the grace, 
 
 And be of paradise possess' d ; 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast. 
 
 3 Worldly good I do not want, 
 
 But that to others given, 
 Only for thy love I pant, 
 
 My all in earth or heaven ; 
 This the crown I fain would seize, 
 
 The good wherewith I would be bless'd ; 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast. 
 
 4 This delight I fain would prove, 
 
 And then resign my breath, 
 Join the happy few whose love 
 
 Was mightier than death ! 
 Let it not my Lord displease, 
 
 That I would die to be thy guest ! 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast. 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 1 How happy every child of grace, 
 
 Who knows his sins forgiv'n ! 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 
 I seek my place in heaven ; 
 A country far from mortal sight, 
 
 Yet, O ! by faith I see ; 
 The land of rest, the saint's delight, 
 
 The heaven prepared for me. 
 
 2 O what a blessed hope is ours ! 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste the heavenly powers, 
 
 And antedate that day ; 
 We feel the resurrection near, 
 
 Our life in Christ conceal'd, 
 And with his glorious presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels fill'd. 
 
 3 O would he more of heaven bestow ! 
 
 And let the vessel break : 
 And let our ransom' d spirit go 
 
 To grasp the God we seek ; 
 In rapturous awe on Him to gaze, 
 
 Who bought the sight for me, 
 And shout and wonder at his grace 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 1 O when shall I see Jesus, 
 And reign with him above ! 
 And from the flowing fountain 
 Drink everlasting love ? 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 When shall I be deliver' d 
 From this vain world of sin, 
 
 And with my blessed Jesus 
 Drink endless pleasure in ? 
 
 2 But now I am a soldier, 
 
 My captain's gone before ; 
 He's given me my orders 
 
 And bids me not give o'er — 
 His promises are faithful, 
 
 A crown of life he'll give, 
 And all his valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternally shall live. 
 
 3 Through grace I am determin'd 
 
 To conquer, though I die ; 
 And then away to Jesus, 
 
 On wings of love I'll fly. 
 Farewell to sin and sorrow, 
 
 I bid you all adieu ; 
 And, O my friends prove faithful, 
 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 4 And if you meet with troubles 
 
 And trials on the way, 
 Then cast your care on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the gospel armor, 
 
 Of faith, and truth, and love, 
 And when the combat's ended 
 
 You'll rise to God above. 
 
 5 O do not be discouraged, 
 
 For Jesus is your friend ; 
 And if you lack for knowledge 
 He'll not refuse to lend ; 
 
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 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 Though often you request, 
 
 But give you grace to conquer, 
 And take you home to rest. 
 
 6 Our race will soon be ended, 
 
 And we'll ascend to God, 
 To dwell with precious Jesus, 
 
 Who bought us with his blood ; 
 With saints we'll join to praise him 
 
 For grace divinely free, 
 And rise in glorious raptures, 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 7 And when the last loud trumpet 
 
 Shall rfend the vaulted skies, 
 And bid the entombed millions 
 
 From their cold beds arise ; 
 Our ransom'd dust revived, 
 
 New beauties shall put on, 
 And soar to the blessed mansion 
 
 Where our Redeemer's gone. 
 
 8 Our eyes shall then with rapture 
 
 The Saviour's face behold ; 
 Our feet no more diverted, 
 
 Shall walk the streets of gold; 
 Our ears shall hear with transport 
 
 The hosts celestial sing, 
 Our tongue shall chant the praises 
 
 Of our immortal king. 
 
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 1 There is a school, on earth begun, 
 Halle hallelujah, 
 Supported by the Holy One : 
 
 Glory, O Hallelujah. 
 
230 SONGS. 
 
 He calls his pupils for to prove, 
 Halle hallelujah, 
 
 The greatness of redeeming love, 
 
 Sing Glory, O hallelujah. 
 
 2 Then come my friends, where'er you be, 
 Say will you go to school with me V 
 Christ Jesus is my master's name, 
 Come deaf and dumb, come blind and lame. 
 
 3 Our school books are the Scriptures true, 
 Our lessons are forever new; 
 
 The scholars too are all agreed, 
 It is a blessed school indeed. 
 
 4 My Master learns the blind to see, 
 Then come, ye blind — the school is free : 
 My Master learns the lame to walk, 
 
 lie also learns the dumb to talk. 
 
 5 My Master learns the deaf to hear ; 
 Then come, ye deaf, and lend an ear 
 Unto my Master's pleasant voice, 
 He'll make your mourning souls rejoice. 
 
 G lie learns the swearing man to pray, 
 Then come, profane, without delay; 
 He'll change your tongues to speak his name, 
 And spread abroad a Saviour's fame. 
 
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 1 I know that my Redeemer lives, 
 
 What comfort this sweet sentence gives ? 
 He lives, he lives, who once was 'dead, 
 He lives my everlasting head. 
 
.SONGS. 
 
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 2 He lives triumphant from the grave, 
 He lives eternally to save : 
 
 He lives, and while he lives I'll sing 
 He lives, my Prophet, Priest and King. 
 
 3 He lives to heal and make me whole, 
 He lives to guard my feeble soul, 
 He lives to bless me with his love, 
 He lives to plead for me above. 
 
 4 He lives and grants me rich supply, 
 He lives to guide me with his eye, 
 He lives to calm my troubled heart, 
 He lives all blessings to impart. 
 
 5 He lives my kind, my heav'nly friend, 
 He lives and loves me to the end ; 
 He lives my mansion to prepare, 
 
 He lives to bring me safely there. 
 
 6 He lives, all glory to his name, 
 He lives, my Jesus still the same, 
 
 0 the sweet joy this sentence gives, 
 
 1 know that my Redeemer lives. 
 
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 1 0 God, my heart with love inflame, 
 That I may in thy holy name, 
 Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, 
 While I have breath to raise my voice ; 
 Then I will shout, then I will sing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring ; 
 I'll sing and shout for evermore, 
 On that eternal, happy shore, 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 2 O hope of glory, Jesus come 
 
 And make my heart thy constant home ; 
 For the small remnant of my days 
 I want to sing and shoiit thy praise. 
 O give me, Lord, a heart to pray, 
 And live rejoicing every day, 
 To give thee thanks in every thing. 
 And sing and shout, and shout and sing, 
 
 3 When on my dying bed I lay, 
 
 Lord give me strength to shout and pray ; 
 
 And praise thee with my latest breath, 
 
 Until my voice is lost in death. 
 
 Then brethren, sisters, shouting come ; 
 
 My body follow to the tomb ; 
 
 And as you march the solemn road. 
 
 Loud sing and shout the praise of God, 
 
 4 Then you below, and I above, 
 
 We'll shout and praise the God we love, 
 Until the great tremendous day, 
 When Gabriel's trump shall wake our clay, 
 Then from our dusty bed we'll spring, 
 And shout — O death where is thy sting ? 
 0 grave, where is thy victory ? 
 We'll shout to all eternity. 
 
 5 Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize, 
 Then shall the Sovereign of the skies 
 With smiles unto his children say, 
 Come reign with me in endless day ; 
 Then on that happy, happy shore, 
 We'll shout and sing our sufferings o'er, 
 We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring. 
 
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 1 Sweet rivers of redeeming- love, 
 
 Lie just before mine eyes ; 
 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 
 I'd to those rivers fly ! 
 I'd rise superior to my pain, 
 
 With joy outstrip the wind ; 
 I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, 
 
 And leave the world behind. 
 
 2 In darkest shadows of the night, 
 
 Faith mounts the upper sky, 
 I then behold my heart's delight, 
 
 And would rejoice to die ! 
 I view the monster death, and smile, 
 
 Now he has lost his sting ; 
 Though Satan rages all the while, 
 
 I still in triumph sing. 
 
 3 A few more days or years, at most, 
 
 My troubles will be o'er, 
 I hope to join the heavenly host 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore : 
 O come my Saviour, come away, 
 
 And bear me through the sky, 
 Nor let thy chariot wheels delay, 
 
 Make haste and bring it nigh. 
 
 4 I long to see thy glorious face, 
 
 And in thine image shine ; 
 To triumph in victorious grace, 
 
 And be forever thine. 
 Then I will tune my harp of gold, 
 
 To my eternal king ; 
 Through ages that can ne'er be told, 
 
 I'll make his praises ring. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
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 1 Awake my heart, arise my tongue, 
 
 Prepare a tuneful voice ; 
 In God, the life of all my joys, 
 Aloud will I rejoice. 
 
 2 'Twas he adom'd my naked soul, 
 
 And made salvation mine ; 
 Upon a poor polluted worm 
 He makes his graces shine. 
 
 3 And lest the shadow of a spot 
 
 Should on my soul be found, 
 He took the robe the Saviour wrought, 
 And cast it all around. 
 
 4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds 
 
 What earthly princes wear ? 
 These ornaments, how bright they shine, 
 How white the garments are. 
 
 5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, 
 
 And hope, and ev'ry grace : 
 But Jesus spent his life, to work 
 The robe of righteousness. 
 
 6 Strangely, my soul art thou array'd 
 
 By the great sacred Three : 
 In sweetest harmony of praise 
 Let all thy powers agree. 
 
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 1 Hark, listen to the trumpeters ! 
 They sound for volunteers ! 
 On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount 
 Behold the officers ; 
 
SUNOS. 
 
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 Their horses white, their garments bright, 
 With crown and bow they stand, 
 
 Enlisting soldiers for their King, 
 To march for Canaan's land. 
 
 2 He sets my heart all in a flame ; 
 
 A soldier I will be ; 
 I will enlist, gird on my arms, 
 
 And fight for liberty. 
 They want no cowards in their band, 
 
 That will their colors fly, 
 But call for valiant-hearted men, 
 
 Who're not afraid to die. 
 
 3 The armies now are in parade, 
 
 How martial they appear ! 
 All arm'd and dress' d in uniform, 
 
 They look like men of war; 
 They follow their great General, 
 
 The great Eternal Lamb, 
 His garments stain'd with his own blood, 
 
 King Jesus is his name. 
 
 4 The trumpet sounds, the armies shout, 
 
 And drive the hosts of hell ; 
 How dreadful is our God in arms ! 
 
 The great Immanuel ! 
 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, 
 
 The eternal Son of God, 
 And march with us to Canaan's land, 
 
 Beyond the swelling flood. 
 
 5 There is a green and flowing field, 
 
 Where fruits immortal grow ; 
 There cloth'd in white, the angels bright, 
 Our great Redeemer know. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 "We'll shout and sing- forevcrmore 
 
 In that eternal world ; 
 But Satan and his armies too, 
 
 Shall down to hell be hurl'd. 
 6 Hold up your heads, ye soldiers bold, 
 
 Redemption's drawing nigh, 
 We shall soon hear the trumpet sound, 
 
 'Twill shake both earth and sky : 
 In fiery chariots then we'll fly, 
 
 And leave the world on fire, 
 And meet around the starry throne, 
 
 To tune the immortal lyre. 
 
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 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweot flowers, 
 
 Have all lost their sweetness to me : 
 The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
 
 The fields' strive in vain to look gay ; 
 But when I am happy in Him, 
 
 December 's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 
 And makes all within me rejoice : 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear; 
 No mortal so happy as I, 
 
 My summer would last all the yenr. 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 
 My all to his pleasure resign' d; 
 No changes of season or place 
 
 Could make any change in my mind. 
 
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 While blest with a sense of his love, 
 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 Say, why do I languish and pine ; 
 
 And why are my winters so long ? 
 
 0 drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
 Thy soul cheering presence restore ; 
 
 Or take me unto thee on high, 
 
 Where winters and clouds are no more. 
 
 1 Oh ! that I had some humble place 
 
 Where I might hide from sorrow ; 
 Where I might see my Saviour's face, 
 
 And there be freed from terror. 
 Oh ! had I wings like Noah's dove, 
 
 I'd leave this world and Satan, 
 And fly away to realms above, 
 
 Where Jesus stands inviting. 
 
 2 My heart is often made to mourn, 
 
 Because I'm faint and feeble ; 
 And when my Saviour seems to frown, 
 
 My soul is filled with trouble. 
 And when he doth again return, 
 
 And I repent my folly, 
 'Tis then I after glory ran, 
 
 And still my Jesus follow. 
 
 3 I have my bitter and my sweet, 
 
 While through this world I travel ; 
 Sometimes I shout, and often weep, 
 Which makes my foes to marvel ; 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 But let them think, and think again, 
 I feel I'm bound for heaven ; 
 
 I hope I shall with Jesus reign, 
 I therefore still will praise him. 
 
 4 I want to live a Christian here ; 
 
 I want to die while shouting ; 
 I want to feel my Saviour near, 
 
 "When soul and body's parting. 
 I want to see bright angels stand, 
 
 And waiting to receive me. 
 To bear my soul to Canaan's land, 
 
 Where Christ is gone before me. 
 
 1 Farewell, niy dear brethren, the time is at hand 
 That we must be parted from this social band; 
 Our several engagements now call us away, 
 Our parting is needful, and wc must obey. 
 
 2 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for awhile, 
 We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smiles ; 
 But while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad, 
 We'll pray for each other, and trust in the Lord. 
 
 3 Farewell, faithfid soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd, 
 The war will be ended, your bounty enlarg'd, 
 With shouting and singing, though Jordan may roar, 
 You'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the shore. 
 
 4 Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for war, 
 Sore trials await you, but Josus is near; 
 Although you must travel this dark wilderness, 
 Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 
 
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 5 The world and the devil, and sin, all unite, 
 And bold persecution, your souls to affright, 
 But Jesus, your leader, is stronger than they, 
 Let this animate you to march on your way. 
 
 6 Farewell, trembling mourners,with sad broken heart 
 
 0 hasten to Jesus, and choose the good part, 
 He's full of compassion, and mighty to save, 
 His arms are extended your souls to receive. 
 
 7 Farewell, careless sinners, for you I must mourn, 
 To think of your danger, if still unconcern 'd, 
 
 1 read of the Judgment, where all must appear, 
 How will you stand trembling with torturing fear. 
 
 8 Those frolics and pastimes in which you delight, 
 Will serve to torment you with dreadful affright, 
 You'll think of the sermons which you've heard in 
 All hopes gone forever of hearing again. [vain, 
 
 9 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell all around, 
 Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trumpet shall 
 To meet you in glory, I give you my hand, [sound ; 
 Our Saviour to praise in a pure social band. 
 
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 1 The glorious light of Zion 
 Is spreading far and wide, 
 And sinners now are coming 
 
 Unto the gospel tide ; 
 The standard of King Jesus 
 
 Triumphant doth arise ; 
 And simiers crowd around it, 
 With bitter groans and cries. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 2 The sufferings of our Saviour, 
 
 Upon mount Calvary, 
 Is sounded out to sinners, 
 
 And sets the prisoners free ; 
 For whilst this glorious message 
 
 Was circulating round, 
 Some souls exposed to ruin, 
 
 Redeeming love have found. 
 
 8 And of this happy number, 
 
 I hope that I am one ; 
 And Jesus Christ will finish 
 
 The work he has begun ; 
 He'll cut it short in righteousness 
 
 And I'll forever be 
 A monument of mercy, 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 4 I am but a young convert, 
 
 Who lately did enlist 
 A soldier under Jesus, 
 
 My prophet, king and priest ; 
 I have received my bounty, 
 
 Likewise my martial dress, 
 A ring of love and favor, 
 
 A robe of righteousness. 
 
 5 Down, down into the water, 
 
 Where we young converts go, 
 Following our Lord and Master, 
 
 In righteousness below ; 
 We lay our sinful bodies 
 
 Beneath the yielding wave, 
 An emblem of our Saviour 
 
 When he lay in the grave. 
 
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 6 Poor sinners, think what Jesus 
 
 Has done for you and me ; 
 
 Behold, his mangled body- 
 Hang- tortur'd on the tree ! 
 
 His head, his hands, his bleeding side, 
 To you he doth display ; 
 
 O tell me brother sinner, 
 How can you stay away ? 
 
 7 Come, all ye elder brethren, 
 
 Old soldiers of the cross, 
 Who, for the sake of Jesus, 
 
 Have counted all things loss ; 
 Come, pray for us young converts, 
 
 That we may travel on, 
 And meet you all in glory, 
 
 Where our Redeemer's gone. 
 
 1 When life's tempestuous storms are o'er, 
 How calm he meets the friendly shoie, 
 
 Who liv'd averse to sin ! 
 Such peace on virtue's path attend, 
 That where the sinner's pleasure ends, 
 
 The good man's joys begin. 
 
 2 Sec smiling patience smooth his brow, 
 See the kind angels waiting now, 
 
 To lift his soul on high ! 
 While eager for the blest abode, 
 lie joins with them to praise the God 
 
 Who taught him how to die. 
 
 3 The horrors of the grave and hell, 
 Those sorrows which the wicked feel, 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 In vain their gloom display ; 
 For he who bids yon comets burn, 
 Or makes the night descend, can turn 
 
 Their darkness into day. 
 
 4 No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes, 
 Nor horrors wrest the struggling sighs ; 
 
 As from the sinner's breast ; 
 His God, the God of peace and love, 
 Pours sweetest comforts from above, 
 
 And soothes his heart to rest. 
 
 1 Young people all, attention give, 
 
 And hear what I do say ; 
 I want your souls with Christ to live, 
 
 In everlasting day. 
 Remember you are hast'ning on 
 
 To death's dark, gloomy shade ; 
 Your joys on earth will soon be gone, 
 
 Your flesh in dust be laid. 
 
 2 Death's iron gate you must pass through 
 
 Ere long, my dear young friends ; 
 Where then do you expect to go ; 
 
 Where will your souls then land ? 
 Pray meditate, before too late, 
 
 While in a gospel land, 
 Behold, King Jesus at the gate 
 
 Most lovingly doth stand ! 
 
 3 Young men, how can you turn your face 
 
 From such a glorious friend ? 
 Will you pursue the dang'rous race ? 
 Or don't you fear the end ? 
 
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 Will you pursue the dang'rous road 
 That leads to death and hell ? 
 
 Will you refuse all peace with God. 
 With devils for to dwell ? 
 
 4 Young ladies, too, what will you do, 
 
 If out of Christ you die ? 
 From all God's people you must go, 
 
 To weep, lament, and cry ; 
 Where none the least relief can bring 
 
 To mitigate your pain, 
 And you no more with Christians sing, 
 
 Nor ever with them reign. 
 
 5 Come young, come old, I pray then, view 
 
 The fountain open'd wide, 
 The spring of life open for you, 
 
 That flows from Jesus' side : 
 There you may drink in endless joy, 
 
 And reign with Christ our King ; 
 For his glad notes our souls employ, 
 
 Loud hallelujahs sing. 
 
 1 From whence doth this union arise, 
 
 That hatred is conquered by love ? 
 It fastens our souls in such ties, 
 That nature and time can't remove. 
 
 2 It cannot in Eden be found, 
 
 Nor yet in a paradise lost ; 
 It grows on Immanuel's ground, 
 And Jesus' dear blood it did cost. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 3 My friends are so clear unto me, 
 
 Our hearts all united in love ; 
 Where Jesus is gone we shall be, 
 In yonder blest mansion above. 
 
 4 O why, then so loth to part, 
 
 Since we shall ere long meet again ; 
 Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, 
 At distance we caimot remain. 
 
 5 And when we shall see that bright day. 
 
 And join with the angels above, 
 No longer confined to our clay, 
 
 OVerwhelm' d in the ocean of love ! 
 C O then with our Jesus we'll reign, 
 
 And all his bright glory shall see, 
 And sing hallelujah, amen, 
 
 Amen, even so let it be. 
 
 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine, 
 For thoe all the pleasures of sin I resign ; 
 
 01 objects most pleasing, I love thee the best, 
 Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm blest, 
 
 2 Thy Spirit first taught me to know I was blind, 
 Then taught me the way of salvation to find; 
 And when I was sinking in gloomy despair, 
 Thy mercy reliov'd me, and bid me not fear. 
 
 3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel, 
 All language of mortals forever would fail; 
 My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame, 
 I'm rais'd into rapture while praising his name. 
 
 i I find him in singing, I find him in prayer; 
 In blest meditation, he always is near; 
 My constant companion, O may we ne'er part, 
 All glory to Jesus I he dwells in my heart. 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 5 My Saviour, I love thee, I love thee my Lord.; 
 
 I love thy dear people, thy ways and thy word; 
 With tender emotion, I love sinners too 
 Since Jesus has died to redeem them from wo. 
 
 6 I'm happy in Jesns, and cannot forbear, 
 Though sinners despise me, his love to declare, 
 For death will soon call me, and then I shall fly, 
 And praise him in mansions prepared on high. 
 
 7 Then millions of ages my sonl shall employ, 
 In praising my Jesus, my God, and my joy, 
 Without interruption, when all the glad throng 
 With pleasure unceasing, unite in the song. 
 
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 1 Afflicted saints, to Christ draw near, 
 Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; 
 His faithful word declares to thee, 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, 
 
 " How shall I stand the trying- day ?" 
 
 He has engag'd by firm decree, 
 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, 
 And if the conflict should be long, 
 Thy Lord will make the tempter flee ; 
 For as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 4 Should persecution rage and flame, 
 Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; 
 In fiery trials thou shalt see, 
 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 5 "When callVl to bear the weighty cross, 
 Or sore affliction, pain, or loss, 
 
 Ur deep distress, or poverty, 
 
 Still as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 6 When ghastly death appears in view, 
 Christ's presence shall thy feais subdue; 
 He comes to set thy spirit free, 
 And as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 1 Come, ye that fear the Lord, 
 
 And listen, while I tell, 
 How narrowly my feet escap'd 
 The snares of death and hell. 
 
 2 Darkness, and shame, and grief, 
 
 Oppress' d my gloomy mind ; 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 3 At length to God I cried, 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh ; 
 lie heard, and instantly he sent 
 Salvation from on high. 
 
 4 My drooping head he rais'd. 
 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd ; 
 Pardon' d my sins, and with a smile 
 The gracious pardon seal'd. 
 
 5 O, may I ne'er forget 
 
 The mercy of my God ! 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
 1 To-day, if you will hear his voice, 
 Now is the time to make your choice ; 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 
 
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 2 Say, will you be forever blest, 
 And with, this glorious Jesus rest ? 
 Will you be saved from guilt and pain ? 
 Will you with Christ forever reign ? 
 
 3 Make now your choice, and halt no more, 
 For now he's waiting for the poor; 
 
 Say now, poor souls, what will you do ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 
 
 4 Ye dear young men, for ruin bound, 
 Amidst the Gospel's joyful sound, 
 Come, go with us, and seek to prove 
 The joys of Christ's redeeming love. 
 
 5 Your sports, and all your glittering toys, 
 Compared with our celestial joys 
 
 Like momentary dreams appear ; 
 Come, go with us, your souls are dear. 
 
 6 Or must we leave you bound to hell, 
 Resolv'd with devils for to dwell ? 
 Still we will weep, lament, and cry, 
 That God may change you ere you die. 
 
 7 Young women, now we look to you ; 
 Are you resolv'd to perish too ; 
 
 To rush in carnal pleasures on, 
 And sink in flaming ruin down ? 
 
 8 Then dear young friends a long farewell, 
 We're bound to heaven, and you to hell ; 
 Still God may hear us while we pray, 
 And change you ere the burning day. 
 
 9 Once more I ask you in his name — 
 I know his love remains the same ; 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go; 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 
 
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 10 Come, you that love the incarnate God, 
 And feel redemption in his blood, 
 Let's watch and pray, and travel on, 
 'Till Jesus comes to call us home ? 
 
 11 A few more days, and we shall go 
 From all our cares and foes below ; 
 In shouts of triumph we shall fly 
 And dwell with Christ eternally. 
 
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 1 Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell 
 
 That you and I must part, 
 I go away, and here you stay, 
 But still we join in heart. 
 
 2 Your love to me has been so free, 
 
 Your conversation sweet, 
 How can I bear to journey where 
 With you I cannot meet. 
 
 3 Yet I do find my heart inclin'd 
 
 To do my work below, 
 "When Christ doth call, I trust I shall 
 Be ready for to go. 
 
 4 I leave you all, both great and small, 
 
 In Christ's encircling arm, 
 Who can you save from hell's dark grave 
 . And shield you from all harm. 
 
 5 I trust you'll pray, both night and day, 
 
 And keep your garments white, 
 That you and me and all may be 
 Children of the light. 
 
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 6 If I'm call'd home, while I am gone, 
 
 Indulge no grief for me ; 
 My soul shall go where pleasures flow, 
 And happy I shall be. 
 
 7 Millions of years over the spheres 
 
 Shall pass in sweet repose, 
 While beauties bright, unto my sight 
 Their sacred sweets disclose. 
 
 8 I long to go — then farewell wo, 
 
 My soul will be at rest, 
 No more complain, or sigh again, 
 But taste the heavenly feast. 
 
 9 Then we shall meet and be complete, 
 
 And long together dwell, 
 And love the Lord with one accord, 
 So brethren, all farewell. 
 
 1 To leave my dear friends and with neighbors to part, 
 And go from my home, affects not my heart 
 
 Like th' thought of abstaining myself for a day 
 From that blest retreat I have chosen to pray: 
 I have chosen to pray. 
 
 2 Dear bower where the pine and the poplar leaves spread, 
 
 And woven their branches a roof o'er my head; 
 How oft have I knelt on the ever-green there, 
 And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in prayer; 
 To my Saviour in prayer. 
 
 3 The early, shrill notes of a lov'd nightingale 
 That dwelt in the bower, I observ'd as my bell; 
 It called me to duty, while birds in the air 
 Sung anthems of praises as I went to prayer; 
 
 As I went to prayer. 
 
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 4 How sweet were the zephyrs, perfum'd by the pine, 
 The ivy, the balsam and the wild eglantine ; 
 
 But sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were 
 The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer; 
 In answer to prayer. 
 
 5 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deigned to meet, 
 And blest with his presence my humble retreat, 
 Oft fill'd me with raptures and blessedness there, 
 Inditing in heaven's own language my prayer; 
 
 Own language my prayer. 
 
 6 Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu 
 And pay my devotions in parts that are new ; 
 Well knowing my Saviour resides everywhere, 
 And can in all places give answer to prayer ; 
 
 Give answer to prayer. 
 
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 1 O how happy are they 
 Who the Saviour obey, 
 
 And have laid up their treasure above ! 
 Tongue cannot express 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 
 2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
 When the favor divine 
 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 When my heart first believed, 
 What a joy I receiv'd ! 
 
 What a heaven in Jesus' name ! 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below, 
 My redeemer to know. 
 
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 And the angels could do nothing more 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 And the story repeat, 
 
 And the lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 Jesus all the day long, 
 Was my joy and my song, 
 
 O that all his salvation might see ! 
 He hath lov'd me I cried, 
 He hath siiffer'd and died, 
 
 To redeem such a rebel as me. 
 
 5 On the wings of his love 
 I was carried above, 
 
 All my sins, and terapations, and pain ; 
 And I could not believe 
 That I ever should grieve, 
 
 That I ever should suffer again. 
 
 6 I then rode on the sky, 
 Freely justified I, 
 
 ~Hor did envy Elijah his scat ; 
 My soul mounted higher, 
 In a chariot of fire, 
 
 And the world it was under my feet. 
 
 7 O ! the rapturous height 
 Of that holy delight 
 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 Of my Saviour possess'd, 
 I was perfectly bless'd, 
 
 As if fill'd with the fullness of God. 
 
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 1 Ye blooming youth I pray give ear, 
 A death-bed lamentation hear ! 
 
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 Ere death shall blast the opening flower, 
 
 0 make your peace and calling sure. 
 
 2 In pride and wealth and pleasure's maze 
 I've spent the morning of my days, 
 Did oft in gayest circles shine, 
 
 Nor thought my sun would ere decline. 
 
 3 But death has aim'd the fatal blow, 
 Down to the grave I soon must go, 
 Distressing pains my vitals tear, 
 My soul is rack'd with keen despair. 
 
 4 My beauty, once my greatest pride, 
 The cold and silent grave will hide, 
 The rose, so late in sweetest bloom, 
 Is now just rip'ning for the tomb. 
 
 5 In sinful pleasures I have spent 
 The golden moments God has lent, 
 And now beneath his awful frown, 
 
 1 soon shall sink in anguish down. 
 
 C Oft I have felt the inward smart, 
 And anguish keen has seized my heart ; 
 And oft alone resolv'd in tears 
 To seek the Lord in riper years. 
 
 7 But with convictions still I strove, 
 Despis'd a Saviour's offer'd love, 
 Refus'd with sinful joys to part. 
 And griev'd his spirit from my heart. 
 
 8 Ye blooming youth a long farewell, 
 O shun the path that leads to hell ; 
 Seek now your slighted Saviour's face, 
 No more refuse his offer'd grace. 
 
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 9 No more his loving spirit grieve. 
 
 Lest he your precious souls should leave 
 
 0 think, that ere to-morrow's sun 
 You may forever be undone. 
 
 10 O Christian friends a long adieu, 
 
 I've been reprov'd and warn'd by you ; 
 
 Oft I have heard you weeping cry, 
 
 " Turn, sinner, turn, why will you die ?.' 
 
 1 1 But mercy has forever fled, 
 
 1 sink among the silent dead, 
 My life is o'er, my glass is run, 
 Farewell to all below the sun ! 
 
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 1 Ye pilgrims that are wand'ring home, 
 
 Ye followers of the Lamb ; 
 Sweeter to me than honeycomb, 
 
 Is Christ's despised name ; 
 Let us with undissembled love, 
 
 Like children, hand in hand, 
 March to our Father's house above, 
 
 And to the promis'd land. 
 
 2 You've heard the gospel trumpet sound, 
 
 Take the alarm and fly ; 
 Arise, and now to Christ be gone, 
 
 For there is danger nigh ; 
 Ye little flock I bid adieu, 
 
 Our parting is to-day, 
 O let us all to Christ prove true, 
 
 And always watch and pray. 
 
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 3 Since I've been here you have been dear, 
 
 I've always found you kind ; 
 But now I quit this happy place, 
 
 And leave you all behind ; 
 And if we never meet below 5 
 
 Let us our lamps prepare 
 To meet the bridgroom when he comes, 
 
 And in his glory share. 
 
 4 So fare you well my dearest friends 
 
 With flowing tears we part : 
 God make us faithful to the end ; 
 
 Your souls are near my heart : 
 It will not be but few days more, 
 
 Before we meet above, 
 There fears of parting ne'er can come, 
 
 In that sweet world of love. 
 
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 1 Friends and physicians cannot save 
 My mortal body from the grave : 
 There I must lie o'erspread with turf, 
 Encircled in the arms of death. 
 
 2 Till Christ shall call my sleeping dust 
 To reign with him among the just ; 
 There to receive my great reward, 
 And dwell forever with the Lord. 
 
 3 In heav'n above, at God's right hand, 
 Where I shall see the friend of man, 
 And there with saints and angels join 
 To celebrate his love divine. 
 
 4 There, on that peaceful, happy shore, 
 We'll shout and sing for ever more, 
 In holy triumph round God's throne, 
 Where pains and death no more are known. 
 
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 1 O God of mercy ! hear my call, 
 
 My load of guilt remove ; 
 Break down this separating wall 
 That bars me from thy love. 
 
 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, 
 
 Then my rejoicing tongue 
 Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 
 And make thy praise my song. 
 
 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, 
 
 For sin could e'er atone ; 
 The death of Christ shall still remain 
 Sufficient and alone. 
 
 4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert, 
 
 My God will ne'er despise ; 
 An humble groan, a broken heart, 
 Is our best sacrifice. 
 
 1 O tell me no more of this world's vain store ! 
 The time for such trifles with me is now o'er : 
 A country I've found where true joys abound, 
 And to dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 
 
 2 No mortal doth know what Christ will bestow, 
 What life, strength, and comfort ! Go after him, go. 
 So onward I move to see Christ above, 
 
 None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. 
 
 { Great 6poils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin; 
 'Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ within ; 
 And still, which is best, I in his dear breast, 
 As at the beginning, find pardon and rest. 
 
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 1 When I am to die, receive me, I'll cry, 
 For Jesus has lov'd me, I cannot tell why; 
 But this I do find, we two are so join'd, 
 He'll not live in glory and leave me behind. 
 
 o This blessing is mine, through favor divine, 
 And, O my dear Jesus, the praise shall be thine ; 
 In hcav'n we'll meet, in harmon}' sweet, 
 And glory to Jesus ! we'll then be complete. 
 
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 On the Passion of Christ. 
 
 1 Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour and God ? 
 
 O ! he died on Calvary 
 
 To atone for you and me, 
 And to purchase our pardon with blood. 
 
 2 He was extended ! he was extended ! 
 
 Shamefully nail'd to the cross ; 
 
 O ! he bow'd his head and died ; 
 
 Thus my Lord was crucified, 
 To atone for a world that was lost. 
 
 8 Jesus hung bleeding! Jesus hung bleeding! 
 Three dreadful hours in pain ; 
 
 O ! the sun refused to shine, 
 
 When the Majesty divine 
 Was derided, insulted, and slain. 
 
 4 Darkness prevailed ! darkness prevailed ! 
 Darkness prevail' d o'er the land : 
 O ! the solid rocks were rent, 
 Through creations' vast extent, 
 When the Jews crucified the God-man. 
 
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 5 When it was finish'd, when it was finish'd, 
 
 And the atonement was made ; 
 He was taken by the great, 
 And embalmed in spices sweet, 
 
 And in a new sepulchre was laid. 
 
 6 Hail I mighty Saviour, hail ! mighty Saviour, 
 
 Prince, and the author of peace, 
 O ! he burst the bands of death, 
 Turn'd aside Jehovah's wrath, 
 
 And ascended to mansions of bliss. 
 
 7 Now interceding ! now interceding ! 
 
 Pleading that sinners may live ; 
 
 Crying, "Father I have died ! 
 
 O ! behold my hands and side, 
 To redeem them ; I pray thee forgive." 
 
 8 I will forgive them, I will forgive them, 
 
 If they '11 repent and believe ; 
 Let them now return to me, 
 And be reconciled to thee, 
 
 And salvation they all shall receive. 
 
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 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love and power ; 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 
 
 God's free bounty glorify; 
 True belief and true repentance, 
 Every grace that brings you nigh, 
 
 Without money, 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
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 3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream, 
 All the fitness he reqnireth 
 Is to feel your need of him ; 
 
 This he gives yon, 
 'Tis the Spirit's gliinm'ring beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 
 
 Bruised and mangled by the fall, 
 If you tarry till you're better 
 You will never come at all, 
 
 Not the righteous, 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
 On the bloody tree behold him ! 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 "Itisfinish'd!" 
 Sinners, will not this suffice ? 
 
 6 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascending, 
 
 Pleads the merits of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture freely, 
 Let no other trust intrude ; 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 
 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb, 
 While the blissful seats of heaven 
 Sweetly echo with his name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the same. 
 
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 The Trumpet. 
 
 1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, 
 As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire ! 
 Lo ! self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud. 
 And the heaven with the burden of Godhead are bcw'd. 
 
 2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are pour'd, 
 Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord, 
 And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, 
 And there all who the palm wreaths of victory wear. 
 
 a The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all heard, 
 
 Lo ! the depths of the 8tone-co\ er'd charnel are stirr'd; 
 
 F rom the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, 
 
 And the vast generations of man are come lorth. 
 
 4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set 
 
 WheTe the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met ; 
 
 There all flesh is at onoe in the sight of the Lord, 
 And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 
 
 5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above, 
 Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love; 
 
 When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven, 
 
 Slay our justified souls find a welcome in heav'n. 
 
 Parting Hand. 
 
 1 My Christian friends, in bonds of love, 
 Whose hearts in sweetest union join, 
 Your friendsihp 's like a drawing- band, 
 Vet We must take the parting hand. 
 
 2 Your company 's sweet, your union dear, 
 Your words delightful to my ear. 
 
 Yet when I see that we must part, 
 You draw like cords around my heart. 
 
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 3 How sweet the hours have passed away 
 Since we have met to sing and pray : 
 How loath we are to leave the place 
 "Where Jesus shows his smiling face. 
 
 4 O could I stay with friends so kind, 
 How would it cheer my drooping mind ! 
 But duty makes me understand 
 
 Tbat we must take the parting hand. 
 
 5 And since it is God's holy will, 
 We must be paited for awhile, 
 In sweet submission, all as one, 
 We'll say, our Father's will be done. 
 
 0 My youthful friends, in Christian ties, 
 Who seek for mansions in the skies, 
 Fight on, we'll gain that happy shore 
 Where parting will be known no more. 
 
 7 How oft I've seen your flowing tears, 
 And heard you tell your hopes and fears ! 
 Your hearts with love were seen to flame, 
 Which makes me hope we'll meet again. 
 
 8 Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes 
 To glorious mansions in the skies ; 
 
 () trust his grace in Canaan's land, 
 "We'll no more take the parting hand. 
 
 9 And now, my friends, both old and young, 
 I hope in Christ you'll still go on ; 
 
 And if on earth we meet no more ; 
 0 may we meet on Canaan's shore. 
 
 10 1 hope you'll all remember me, 
 If you on earth no more I see ; 
 An int'rest in your prayers I crave, 
 That we may meet beyond the grave. 
 
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 HO glorious day ! O blessed hope ! 
 
 My soul leaps forward at the thought, 
 When, on that happy, happy land, 
 Y\V11 no more take the parting hand. 
 
 12 But with our blessed, holy Lord, 
 
 We'll shout and sing with one accord; 
 And there we'll all with Jesus dwell, 
 So, loving Christians, fare you well. 
 
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 1 My brethren, farewell! we part for a while; 
 I am sorry to leave you, I love you bo well, 
 I shortly must go, and where I don't know, 
 
 But wherever I'm station'd the trumpet I'll bio ,v. 
 
 2 Strange people I'll find, I hope they'll prove kind, 
 Strange places, nor faces, can't alter my mind, 
 "Wherever I be, I'll still pray for thee, 
 
 And you, my dear brethren, pray likewise for me. 
 
 3 In this world I toil and labor a while, 
 
 But labor seems sweet when my Saviour doth smile, 
 And when I have done, I hope to get home 
 £ Where my Saviour sits smihng,and bids me to come. 
 
 4 Poor sinners, adieu, I am sorry for yon, 
 
 If you're unprepared, O what will yon do ? 
 What horror will seize, what dreadful amaze, 
 When the earth and the heavens are wrapt in a blaze? 
 
 6 Poor mourners, adieu, I'm sorry for you, 
 My heart's full of sorrow, O what will you do ? 
 If I see you no more till the trumpet shall roar, 
 I hope I shall meet you on Canaan's bright shore. 
 
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 6 When niy Saviour doth coine, and take us all home, 
 We'll sing In bright mansions where griefa never 
 I'm anxious to go from sorrow and wo, [come, 
 For the hopes of bright glory I'll leave all below, 
 
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 A Traveling Preacher's Farewell. 
 
 1 I hear the gospel's joyful sound. 
 
 An organ I shall be, 
 To sound aloud redeeming love, 
 And sinner's misery. 
 
 2 Loving brethren, fare you well ; 
 
 My Jesus doth me call; 
 I leave you here with God, until 
 I meet you onoe for all. 
 
 3 My dear connexions I forsake, 
 
 My family and house, 
 And to the wilderness betake. 
 To pay the Lord my vows. 
 
 4 Here I forsake the choicest gifts 
 
 That nature can afford, 
 And wear the shield into the field, 
 To wait upon the Lord. 
 
 5 Now through the wilderness I'll run, 
 
 Preaching the gospel free ; 
 Until my work is f uUy done 
 The Lord will comfort me. 
 
 6 And if through preaching I should gain 
 
 True subjects to my Lord, 
 'Twill more than recompense my pain 
 To see them love his word. 
 
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 ? Farewell, my friends, I must be gone, 
 My Saviour's love to tell ; 
 0 dwell in love, like those above, 
 Arid then you'll all fare Well. 
 
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 1 O happy time long waited for 
 
 The comfort of my heart, 
 Since I have met the saints once more, 
 
 O may we never part. 
 Temptations cease to break my peace, 
 
 And all my sorrows die, 
 When I with you my love renew, 
 
 O I what a heaven have I. 
 
 2 My sorrow 's past, and I at last 
 
 Have heavenly comfort found, 
 My heart to Jesus I have given, 
 
 And I'm for heaven bound. 
 If fellowship with saints below 
 
 Is to our souls so sweet, 
 What heavenly raptures shall wo know 
 
 When round his throne we meet. 
 
 8 While here we sit and sing his love, 
 
 With raptures so divine, 
 With patience more like those above, 
 
 WTbile in those songs we join ; 
 Our hearts are fill'd with holy zeal, 
 
 We long to see the King, 
 We long to reach the heavenly hill 
 
 Where saints and angels sing. 
 
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 4 Sinners, come try, you that stand by, 
 
 You may be happy too, 
 Christ died for all that on him call : 
 
 Sinners, he died for you. 
 If I could know which of you'd go, 
 
 I'd take you by the hand 
 And lead you on the way Christ went, 
 
 Toward the heavenly land. 
 
 5 On the other hand, if you will stand 
 
 Just on the brink of hell, 
 I first you warn, then my back turn, 
 
 And bid you all farewell. 
 For I must go to Christ, I know, 
 
 I long with him to dwell ; 
 The saints also will bid adieu, 
 
 Poor sinners, all farewell. 
 
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 Day of Wonder. 
 
 1 Day of judgment, day of wonders ! 
 
 Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound ! 
 Louder than ten thousand thunders, 
 Shakes the vast creation round ! 
 
 How the summons 
 Will the sinner's heart confound ! 
 
 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 
 
 Clothed in majesty divine ! 
 You who long for his appearing, 
 Then shall say, 4 4 this God is mine." 
 
 Gracious Saviour ! 
 Own me on that day for thine. 
 
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 3 At his call the dead awaken, 
 Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
 
 All the powers of nature, shaken 
 By his looks, prepare to flee ; 
 
 Careless sinners, 
 A Vhat will then become of thee ? 
 
 4 Horrors past imagination 
 
 Will then surprise your trembling heart, 
 "When you hear your condemnation — 
 " Hence, accursed wretch, depart 1" 
 
 Thou with Satan 
 And his angels have their part ! 
 
 5 But to those who have confessed, 
 
 Loved and served your Lord below, 
 He will say " Come in, ye blessed, 
 See the kingdom I bestow, 
 
 You forever 
 Shall my love in glory know." 
 
 6 Under sorrows and reproaches 
 
 Let this thought our courage raise, 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
 Sighs shall then be turn'd to praise ; 
 
 May we triumph 
 "\Yhen this world is in a blaze. 
 
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 The Wicked Kingdom Falling. 
 
 1 See how the evicted kingdom is falling every day, 
 And still our blessed Jesus is 'winning souls away, 
 But O! how I am tempted,no mortal tongue can tell, 
 So often I'm surrounded with enemies from hell. 
 
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 2 With wiping and with wailing my Jesus I have found 
 To crucify old nature, and break its kingdom down ; 
 Dear children, do not weary, but march on in the way, 
 For Jesus will stand by you, and be your guard and stay. 
 
 3 If sinners will serve Satan, and join with one accord, 
 Dear brethren, I must leave them, I'm bound to serve 
 
 the Lord; 
 
 And if you will go with me, pray give to me your hand, 
 And we'll march on together, unto the promised land. 
 
 i Through troiible3 and distresses we'll make our way to 
 God, 
 
 Though ofttimcs persecuted for serving Christ the Lord ; 
 Our Jesus went before us, and many sorrows bore, 
 
 0 brethren, let us follow, and never grieve him more. 
 
 5 Though dear to me. my brethren, each one of you I feel, 
 My duty to my Jesus compels me now to yield ; 
 
 But, while the parting grieves uc?, I'll humbly ask your 
 prayers 
 
 To bear me up in trouble, and ease me of my fears. 
 
 6 And you, my loving brothers, I bid you all farewell, 
 With you, my loving sisters, I can no longer dwell ; 
 Farewell to all that's mourning, I hope the Lord you'll 
 
 find. 
 
 To ease you of your troubles, and give you peace of mind. 
 
 7 Farewell, poor careless sinners, I love you dearly well, 
 I've labor'd much to bring you with Jesus Christ to 
 
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 1 now am bound to leave you, 0 1 tell me, will you go ? 
 If you won't be persuaded I'll bid you all adieu. 
 
 b We'll bid farewell to sorrow, to sickness, care and pain, 
 And mount aloft with Jesua, -forever there to reign; 
 We'll join to sing his praises above the ethereal blue, 
 And then.poor careless sinners, what will become of you? 
 
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 Time's Fleeting Moments. 
 
 1 My days, my weeks, my nionths,my years, 
 Fly rapid as the whirling spheres, 
 
 Around the steady pole : 
 Time, like the tide, its motion keeps. 
 And I must launch thro' boundless deeps, 
 
 Where endless ages roll. 
 
 2 The grave is near the cradle seen. 
 How swift the moments pass between, 
 
 And whteper as they fly. 
 u Unthinking man. remember this, 
 T hough fond of sublunary bliss. 
 
 That thou must groan and die." 
 
 3 My soul, attend the solemn call, 
 Thine earthly tent must shortly fall, 
 
 And thou must take thy flight 
 Beyond the vast, expansive blue, 
 To sing above, as angels do> 
 
 Or sink in endless night. 
 4. How great the bliss, how great the wo. 
 Hangs on this point of time below, 
 
 On this precarious breath ; 
 The Lord of nature only knows 
 Whether another year shall close 
 
 Ere I expire in death. 
 5 Long ere the sun shall run his round, 
 I may be buried under ground. 
 
 And there in silence rot ; 
 Alas ! one hour may close the scene, 
 And ere twelve months shall roll between, 
 
 My nam© be quite forgot. 
 
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 6 But will my soul be thus extinct, 
 And cease to live, and cease to think ? 
 
 It cannot, cannot be. 
 Since then, my soul, thou canst not die, 
 What wilt thou do, or whither fly, 
 
 When death shall set thee free ? 
 
 7 Will mercy then her arms extend, 
 Will Jesus be thy guardian friend, 
 
 And heaven thy dwelling place V 
 Or shall insulting fiends appear, 
 And drag thee down to dark despair, 
 
 Below the reach of grace ? 
 
 8 A heaven or hell, and there alone, 
 Beyond the present life, are known, 
 
 There is no middle state ; 
 To-day, attend the call divine. 
 To-morrow may be none of thine, 
 
 Or it may be too late. 
 
 9 O do not pass this as a dream, 
 Vast is the change, whate'er it seem, 
 
 To poor, unthinking man : 
 Lord, at thy feet I humbly bow, 
 Bid conscience plainly tell me now 
 
 What it would tell me then. 
 
 10 If in destruction's road I stray, 
 Help me to choose the better way, 
 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive, 
 Nor let me ever dare to live, 
 Such as I dare not die. 
 
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 12's and ll's. 
 
 The Lover's of Pleasure. 
 
 1 Ye lovers of pleasure that slighted salvation, 
 
 Who bow not the knee to your Father to pray, 
 Attend for a moment to my lamentation, 
 
 Attend, and take warning, and turn while you may ; 
 While Christ stands without, his free mercy extending, 
 
 Arise from your slumber your Saviour to see; 
 Perfumes from his garments around are descending, 
 
 Arise, lest too late you repent it, like me. 
 
 2 I long made excuses of cares and vain pleasure, 
 
 Too young or too wise, too rich or too poor, 
 So fond of my dreaming I ne'er could find leisure 
 
 To rise from my slumber and open the door; 
 But when I awoke and arose to receive him, 
 
 And found that my Saviour had left me and gone, 
 I thought of his patience, and how I had grieved him ; 
 
 Now in deepest affliction his absence I mourn. 
 
 3 Now Sinai's deep thunder sounds louder and louder, 
 
 The lightnings flash bright, and the elements roar ; 
 Ye angels, stand forward and plead in my favor, 
 
 To Christ I'm ashamed to look up any more. 
 But if through his his mercy at last he'll receive me, 
 
 Like Mary, I'll weep out my life at his feet, 
 No hardship or poverty ever shall grieve me, 
 
 I'll die with my Saviour, and death shall be sweet. 
 
 4 With my face to the pronnd 6till my heart cries for mercy, 
 
 As long as I've breath for his mercy I'll cry, 
 But I know I despair that he ever will hear me 
 
 For long did he call, and long did I deny. 
 Come, seek your salvation while Jesus is waiting — 
 
 If ever his pardoning mercy I prove, 
 Sly tongue shall be ever his goodness relating, 
 
 Till I meet yoxi in glory with Jesus above. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
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 Christ's Blood Efficacious. 
 
 1 In the house of King David a fountain does spring 
 For sin and uncleanness, from Jesus our King; 
 This fountain flows sweetly whenever applied, 
 It sprang from the body of Christ when he died. 
 
 'J This fount was unclosed by the rude soldier's spear; 
 The blood and the water that flow'd for us there 
 Are balm for the wounded, and health for the sick, 
 Are sight for the blinded, and strength for the weak. 
 
 3 If you are distress'd, and o'erburden'd with sin, 
 Come, wash in this fountain, and yon shall be clean: 
 All things are provided for sinners undone. 
 
 And you are invited and welcome to conn*. 
 
 4 Though Satan encompass your souls as a wall, 
 This well of salvation stands open for all : 
 Come, draw when you're weary, and drink when 
 
 you're dry, 
 It was for the needy that Jesus did die, 
 
 5 If you are distressed with mountains of guilt, 
 0 1 wash in this fountain that Jesus hath spilt; 
 You need not go mourning for sin very long, 
 Believe in your Saviour, and sing the new song. 
 
 6 The song of salvation, it is so divine, 
 Music and melody mark every line; 
 
 It was sung by the Hebrews, when freedom they 
 
 found, 
 
 When old Simeon finds Jesus, sweet praises abound. 
 
 7 There is a day coming in which saints shall sing 
 Sweet anthems of praises to Jesua our King; 
 Then we shall mount up from all sorrow and pain, 
 Th<- kingdom of heaven eternally gain. 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 8 0, sinners, we're trav'liug to yonder bright world, 
 From which, by transgression, the angels were 
 
 huii'd; 
 
 Wo bid you a final, eternal farewell, 
 
 Unless you're converted you will sink to hell. 
 
 9 Awake then, O sinners ! awake from your sin ! 
 We're sorry to leave you; we ask you again; 
 But if you will slight us again and again, 
 
 When God speaks your sentence, we must say Amen. 
 
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 1 Ye objects of sense and enjoyments of time, 
 
 Which oft have delighted my heart, 
 I soon shall exchange you for joys more sublime, 
 For joys that will never depart. 
 
 2 Thou, lord of the day, and thou, queen of the night, 
 
 To me shall no longer be known, 
 I soon shall behold, with increasing delight, 
 A sun that will never go down. 
 
 3 Ye wonderful orbs, that astonish mine eyes, 
 
 Your glories recede from my sight, 
 I soon shall contemplate more beautiful skies, 
 And stars more transcendently bright. 
 
 4 Ye mountains and valleys, ye rivers and plains., 
 
 Thou earth, and thou ocean, adieu 1 
 More permanent regions, where righteousneap 
 reigns, 
 
 Present their bright scenes to my view. 
 
 5 My weeping relations, my brethren and friends, 
 
 Whose souls are entwined with my own, 
 Adieu for the present, my spirit ascends 
 Wh<»re friendship immortal ip known. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 6 The ills of transgression shall grieve me no more, 
 
 'Midst foes I no longer reside, 
 My conflict with sin and with sinners is o'er, 
 With saints I shall ever abide. 
 
 7 No lurking temptation, defilement or fear, 
 
 Again shall disquiet my breath, 
 In Jesus' fair image I soon shall appear, 
 Forever ineffably blest. 
 
 8 Ye Sabbaths of peace, which have been my delight, 
 
 And thou, sacred volume divine, 
 Have guided my footsteps like stars, during night, 
 Adieu, my conductors benign. 
 
 9 Thou tottering seat of disease and of pain, 
 
 Adieu, my dissolving abode, 
 I soon shall behold and possess thee again, 
 A beautiful building of God. 
 
 10 Come, come, my dear Jesus, O come and release 
 
 The soul thou hast bought with thy blood, 
 Oh ! quicken my flight to the regions of peace, 
 To feast on the smiles of my God. 
 
 1 Come all ye mourning pilgrims dear, 
 
 Who 're bound for Canaan's land, 
 Take courage and fight manfully, 
 
 Stand fast with sword in hand ; 
 Your Captain he has gone before, 
 
 The Father's only Son, 
 Then pilgrims dear, don't let us fear, 
 
 But let us follow on. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 273 
 
 2 Good morning brother traveler, 
 
 Pray tell to me your name, 
 And whither you are traveling, 
 
 Likewise from whence you came ? 
 " My name it is Bold Pilgrim, 
 
 To Canaan I am bound, 
 I'm from the howling wilderness, 
 
 From the enchanted ground." 
 
 3 Pray what is that upon your head 
 
 Which shines so wondrous bright, 
 Likewise the cov'ring of your breast 
 
 So dazzling to my sight ; 
 What kind of shoes are these you wear, 
 
 On which you boldly stand ? 
 What is the shining instrument 
 
 You hold in your right hand V 
 
 4 " 'Tis a glorious hope upon my head, 
 
 L T pon my breast a shield, 
 With this blight sword I mean to fight 
 
 Until I win the field. 
 My feet are shod with gospel grace, 
 
 On which I boldly stand ; 
 I mean to fight until I die, 
 
 And gain fair Canaan's land." 
 
 5 You'd better stay with me, young man, 
 
 And give your journey o'er; 
 Your Captain is far out of sight, 
 
 You'll see his face no more ; 
 My name is old Apollyon, 
 
 These lands belong to me, 
 And for your arms and pilgrim's dress, 
 
 I'll give them all to thee. 
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 SONGS. 
 
 <5 " O no," says the bold pilgrim. 
 
 Your offers I disdain ; 
 A glittering crown of glory 
 
 I shortly shall obtain ; 
 If I shall hold out faithful 
 
 Unto my Lord's commands, 
 I shortly shall be heir with him, 
 
 To Canaan's fruitful lands." 
 
 7 Behold, the mantled tower shines 
 
 Around with glitt'ring gold, 
 My fair inheritance above 
 
 I now by faith behold ; 
 I smell the fruit, I see the trees, 
 
 Behold how thick they stand ! 
 Fly up, my soul, improve the galo 
 
 That blows to Canaan's land 
 
 8 Sweet rivers of salvation 
 
 From Canaan's land do roll, 
 Bright beams of dazzling glory 
 
 Illuminate my soul ; 
 These pond'rous crowns of glory 
 
 All set with diamonds bright, 
 And there my loving Saviour stands 
 
 Who is my heart's delight. 
 
 9 Come, then, ye mourning pilgrims dear, 
 
 Fresh courage take from me, 
 And hearken, while I tell you how 
 
 I came this land to see : 
 Through Christ, the glorious telescope, 
 
 I view those worlds above, 
 And God, my Father, dress'd in smiles 
 
 Which fills my soul with love. 
 
S 0 N G s . 
 
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 323 
 
 Canaan's Happy Ground. 
 
 1 The people called Christians, 
 
 How many tales they tell 
 About the land of Canaan, 
 
 Where saints and angels dwell ; 
 But sin, that dreadful ocean, 
 
 Encompasses them round. 
 While its tide still divides 
 
 Them from Canaan's happy ground. 
 
 2 Thousands are impatient 
 
 To find their passage through, 
 And with united vigor 
 
 Have tried what they could do : 
 But vessels built by human skill, 
 
 Have never sail'd so far, 
 Till they're found run aground, 
 
 On some dreadful sandy bar. 
 
 3 The everlasting gospel 
 
 Has launch'd the deep at last, 
 Behold the sails suspended 
 
 Around her tow'ring mast, 
 Around her decks, in order, 
 
 The joyful sailors stand. 
 Crying, O ! here we go 
 
 To Immanuel's happy land. 
 
 4 We're now on the wide ocean, 
 
 We bid them all farewell, 
 But where we shall cast anchor 
 No mortal tongue can tell ; 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 About our future happiness 
 
 There need be no debate, 
 While we ride on the tide, 
 
 With our Captain and his Mate. 
 
 5 We're passengers, united 
 
 In harmony and love, 
 The wind all in our favor, 
 
 How joyfully we move ; 
 Though troubles may surround us, 
 
 And raging billows roar, 
 We will sweep through the deep 
 
 Till we land on Canaan's shore. 
 
 3^4 L- M. 
 
 The Good Old Way. 
 
 1 Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends, 
 And taste the pleasure Jesus sends ; 
 
 Let nothing cause you to delay, 
 But hasten on the good old way, 
 And I'll sing hallelujah. 
 
 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, 
 Shall not prevent our victory, 
 
 If we but watch and strive and pray, 
 Like soldiers in the good old way, 
 O halle O hallelujah. 
 
 3 O good old way ! how sweet thou art, 
 May none of us from thee depart, 
 But may our actions always say, 
 
 " We're marching in the good old way," 
 0 halle 0 hallelujah. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 277 
 
 4 Though Satan may his powers employ, 
 Our happy prospects to destroy, 
 
 Yet never fear, we'll gain the day, 
 And shout and sing the good old way, 
 O halle O hallelujah. 
 
 5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, 
 And view, by faith, the promis'd land, 
 Then' we may sing and shout and pray, 
 And march along the good old way, 
 
 0 halle O hallelujah. 
 
 (> Ye valient souls for heaven contend, 
 Remember glory's at the end ; 
 Our God will wipe all tears away 
 When we have run the good old way, 
 O halle O hallelujah. 
 
 7 Then far beyond this mortal shore, 
 We'll meet with those who've gone before, 
 And shout to think we've gain'd the day 
 By marching in the good old way, 
 O halle () hallelujah. 
 
 1 Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King ; 
 Let all prepare to take him in ; 
 
 Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing, 
 And all the world with praises ring, 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 2 O may the saints of every name 
 Unite to serve the bleeding Lamb ; 
 May jars and discords cease to flame, 
 And all the Saviour's love proclaim, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
278 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 3 I long to see the Christians join 
 In union sweet, and peace divine. 
 When every church v/ith grace shall shine, 
 And grow in Christ, the living vine, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 4 O may the desert lands rejoice, 
 
 And mourners hear the bridegroom's voice, 
 While songs of praise each tongue employ, 
 And all obtain immortal joy, 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 5 Come parents, children, bond and free, 
 Come, will you go to heaven with me V 
 That glorious land of rest to see, 
 And shout with me eternally, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 6 Come, who will march to win the prize 
 And take the kingdom in the skies, 
 Where love and union never dies, 
 
 But always flows through Paradise V 
 And there we'll give him glory. 
 
 7 My soul grows happy while I sing ; 
 I feel that I am on the wing ; 
 
 I'll shout salvation to my King, 
 'Till I to heaven my trophies bring, 
 And there we'll give hiin glory. 
 
 8 Those beauteous fields of living green 
 Through faith, the telescope, are seen ; 
 Though Jordan's billows roll between, 
 We soon shall cross the narrow stream, 
 
 And there we'll give him glory. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 279 
 
 9 A few more days of pain and woe, 
 A few more suff 'ring scenes below, 
 And then to Jesus we shall go, 
 Where everlasting pleasures flow, 
 4 And there we'll give him glory. 
 
 10 The rose and lilly there shall stand, 
 In holy bloom, at God's right hand : 
 O, how I long for Canaan's land, 
 And there to join the shouting band, 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 1 O glorious hope of perfect love ! 
 It lifts me up to things above ; 
 
 It bears on eagle's wings ; 
 It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, 
 And makes me, for some moments, f east 
 
 With Jesus' priest and king. 
 
 2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope 
 
 I stand, and from the mountain top 
 
 See all the land below : 
 Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
 And all the fruits of paradise 
 
 In endless plenty grow. 
 
 3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
 Favor'd with God's peculiar smile, 
 
 With every blessing bless'd ; 
 There dwells the Lord our righteousness, 
 And keeps his own in perfect peace 
 
 And everlasting rest. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 4 O that I might at once go up, 
 
 N o more on this side Jordan stop, 
 
 But now the land possess ! 
 This moment end may legal years, 
 Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears, 
 A howling wilderness. 
 
 5 Now, O my Jesus, bring me in, 
 Cast out thy foes ; the inbred sin, 
 
 The carnal mind remove ; 
 The purchase of thy death divine ; 
 And O ! with all the sanctified, 
 
 Give me a lot of love ! 
 
 Watch and Pray. 
 
 1 Dear people, we have met to day 
 To hear, to preach, to sing and pray, 
 It is the Father's great command, 
 The way that leads to his right hand. 
 
 2 Then let our hearts to him incline. 
 For we must die in a short time, 
 
 And then forever we must dwell 
 With him, or in the flames of hell. 
 
 3. Arise, arise, I'm going home, 
 Away to New Jerusalem, 
 Saying " Gabriel go, pronounce the sound, 
 Awake ye nations under ground." 
 
 4 The blooming youth all in their prime, 
 Are counting on the length of time, 
 They'll often say 'tis their intent, 
 }Vhen they get older, to repent. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 281 
 
 5 The aged sinners will not turn, 
 
 Their hearts are hard, they will not mourn; 
 Much harder than the flinty rock ; 
 They will not break, though Jesus knock. 
 
 6 Good God ! what groans, what solemn cries 
 While thunder's roaring thro 1 the skies — 
 Methink I heard some children say, 
 
 " I never heard my parents pray. 
 
 7 See sinners sinking to despair; 
 
 Hear Christians shouting through the air ; 
 How happy will they be that day 
 Who in this world did watch and pray. 
 
 1 Ye happy children, who follow Jesus 
 
 Into the house of prayer and praise, 
 Who are join'd in union, while love increases, 
 
 Resolved this way to spend your days; 
 Although we're hated by the world and Satan, 
 
 And flesh, such as know not God, 
 Yet happy moments and joyful seasons 
 
 We ofttimes find on Canaan's road. 
 
 2 Though oft assaulted by sore temptations, 
 
 We'll keep our great high Priest in view, 
 Our Jesus traveled through tribulations, 
 
 And he will brjng his people through: 
 Through hell, with all its frightful legions, 
 
 Oppose our way, and round us roar, 
 Fear not, we'll gain those peaceful regions, 
 
 And shout on Canaan's happy shore. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 3 While we've been waiting on loving Jesus, 
 
 We've felt some streams coming from above ; 
 Our hearts have burned with holy rapture, 
 
 We long to be absolved in love: 
 Then let us hold fast what is given, 
 
 And trust in God for time to come: 
 Sure we shall find our way to heaven, 
 
 So, farewell brethren, I'm going home. 
 
 i On Zion's holy celestial mountain, 
 
 I hope again to meet you all; 
 To bathe in love's eternal fountain, 
 
 And around the throne divine, to fall; 
 Sweetly united to one another, 
 
 When to our Father's house we come; 
 There's loving Jesus, our elder brother ; 
 
 So, come my brethren, let's hasten home; 
 
 5 But, as we go, let us praise our Jesus, 
 
 And pray for those that spurn his grace, 
 That they may taste love's richest treasuren. 
 
 And live to see God's smiling face; 
 "Sow here's my hand, and my best wishes, 
 
 In token of my Christian love — 
 In hopes with you to praise my Jesus, 
 
 So, farewell brethren, we'll meet above. 
 
 329 »* 
 
 The Dying Christian in a Happy Frame. 
 
 1 My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue; 
 Could I meet with bright angels, I'd sing them a 
 song; 
 
 I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charms, 
 And beg them to bear me to his loving arms* 
 
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 2 O Jesus 1 sweet Jesus ! thou balm of my soul, 
 Twas thou, my dear Saviour, that made my heart 
 whole : 
 
 0 briug me to view thee, thou precious, sweet King ! 
 In oceans of glory thy praises to sing. 
 
 y 0 heaven, sweet heaven, how charming the word ! 
 
 1 long to be rising to meet my dear Lord ; 
 Descend, blessed spirit, and lend me your wings, 
 I fly to my Jesu3, the King of all lriugs. 
 
 i A glimpse of bright glory overpowers my soul, 
 I sink in sweet vision to view the bright goal; 
 My soul, while I'm singing, is leaping to go 
 This moment, for heaven I'd leave all below. * 
 
 5 Farewell, my dear brethren; my Lord bids me 
 
 come ; 
 
 Farewell to all sorrow, I'm now going home, 
 Though worms my poor body may claim as their 
 P^ey, 
 
 'Twill outshine, when rising, the sun at noon day. 
 
 6 The sun shall be darken'd,the moon turned to blood, 
 The mountains all melt at the presence of God: 
 Amid vivid lightening, and thunders loud rOar, 
 We'll ascend to sweet Jesus, tr> praise and adore, 
 
 7 My Mends, I am going, but what do I see ! 
 Tis Jesus, in glory, appears unto me — 
 
 To heaven, to heaven I'm going — I'm gone — 
 O glory ! O glory ! 'tis done — it i.s done ! 
 
 1 There is a place where my hopes are stay'd 
 My heart and my treasure are there, 
 Where verdure and blossoms never fade 
 And fields are eternally fair. 
 
284 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 That blissful place is my Father's land, 
 By faith its delights I explore, 
 
 Come favor my flight angelic band, 
 And waft me in peace to the shore. 
 
 2 There is a place where the angels dwell, 
 
 A pure and a peaceful abode, 
 The joys of that place no tongue can tell, 
 For there is the palace of God. 
 
 3 There is a place where my friends are gone, 
 
 Who suffered and worship'd with me, 
 Exalted with Christ, high on his throne 
 The King, in his beauty they see. 
 
 4 There is a place where I hope to live 
 
 Where life and its labors are o'er, 
 A place which the Lord to me will give, 
 And then I shall sorrow no more. 
 
 331 7 > e > 8 » 8 > 8 > °- 
 
 1 Where are the Hebrew children ? 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 Though the furnace flam'd around them, 
 God, while in their troubles, found them, 
 He with love and mercy bound them, 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 
 2 Where are the twelve apostles V 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 They went up through pain and sighing, 
 Scoffing, scourging, crucifying, 
 Nobly for their Master dying, 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 285 
 
 3 Where are the holy Martyrs ? 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 They went up through flaming- fire, 
 Trusting in their great Messiah, 
 Who by grace will raise them higher, 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 
 4 Where are the holy Christians ? 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 Those who've wash'd their robes, and made them 
 White and spotless pure, and laid them, 
 Where no earthly stains can fade them, 
 
 Safe in the promised land. 
 
 332 
 
 Beautiful River. 
 
 1 Way down in the beautiful valley, 
 Where love crowns the meek and lowly, 
 Where loud streams of envy and folly, 
 
 Shall roll on their billows in vain. 
 
 cnouus. 
 
 Oh there, there the Lord will deliver, 
 And souls drink of this beautiful river 
 Which flows fre,e forever and ever, 
 And lov'd one's shall ever remain, 
 
 2 The low soul in humble subjection 
 Shall here find unshaken protection, 
 The soft gales of cheering reflection, 
 
 The mind soothed from sorrow and pain. 
 
 3 This low vale is far from contention, 
 Where no souls can dream of dissension, 
 Nor dark wilds of evil invention 
 
 Can find out this region of peace. 
 
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 S ON GS. 
 
 4 Come drop, drop the tear of contrition, 
 And yield to the spirits direction. 
 Come make this noble confession, 
 And die with your Saviour also. 
 
 333 f> - ^f* 
 
 Pure Testimony. 
 
 1 The pure testimony put forth in the Spirit, 
 
 Cuts like a keen two-edged sword, 
 And hypocrites now are surely tormented 
 
 Because they're condemned by the word. 
 The pure testimony discovers the dross, 
 While wicked professors make light of the cross. 
 And Babylon trembles for fear of the loss. 
 
 2 Is riot the time come for the church to be gather'd 
 
 Into the one Spirit of God? 
 Baptized in one spirit into the one body, 
 
 Partaking Christ's flesh and his blood. 
 They drink in one spirit which makes them all see 
 They're one in Christ Jesus wherever they be, 
 The Jew and tho Gentile— the bond and free. 
 
 3 Then blow ye the trumpet in pure testimony. 
 
 And let the world hear it again ; 
 O come ye fr^m Babylon, Egypt, and Sodom, 
 
 And make your way over the plain. 
 Then gird on-your armor, ye saints of the Lord, 
 And he will direct you by his loving word — 
 The pure testimony will cut like a sword. 
 
 4 The world will not persecute those who are like to 
 them, 
 
 But held the same as their own, 
 The pure testimony and vile persecution 
 
 Will call you, your life to lay down — 
 Come out from the spirit and practices too, 
 The tract of the Saviour O keep in full view— 
 The pure testimony will cut its way through. 
 
SOUGH. 
 
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 5 The battle is coming between the two kingdoms. 
 
 The army will gather around, 
 The pure testimony cries up separation, 
 
 And calls you, your lives to lay down. 
 Then wash all your robes in the blood of the Lamb, 
 And walk in the spirit as Jesus has done, — 
 In the pure testimony you will overcome. 
 
 334: «■ »• 12. 9. 
 
 1 What a mercy, a mercy is this, 
 What a mercy, a mercy is this, 
 What, a mercy is this, what a heaven of bliss 
 Jesus died to redeem a lost race. 
 
 2 What will, O what will become of me, 
 What will, O what will become of mo, 
 What will become of me if death approaches me— 
 If my Saviour 's not found in my heart. 
 
 8 'Tis awful, 'tis awful to relate— 
 'Tis awful, 'tis awful to relate, 
 'Tis awful to relate if death should be my fat''., 
 If my Saviour 's not found in my heart. 
 
 4 But wo hope, and we hope to meet again, 
 But we hope, and we hope to meet again, 
 But we hope to meet again, for dying is but gain, 
 If my Saviour is found in myjieart. 
 
 5 now cheering, how cheering to the mind, 
 How cheering, how cheering to the mind, 
 
 How cheering to the minds of the friends I leave 
 behind, 
 
 If my Saviour is found in my heart. 
 
 6 There is peace, there is sweet peace within, 
 There is peace, there is sweet peace within, 
 There is sweet peace within, 'tis the pardon of my sin s 
 
 If my Saviour is found in my heart. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 
 7 Adieu, and adieu unto you all, 
 Adieu, and adieu unto you all, 
 Adieu unto you all, for my Saviour doth me call, 
 And has promised to meet me anew. 
 
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 P. M. 
 
 1 The Jews crucified him, the Jews crucified him, 
 The Jews crucified him and they nail'd to the cross. 
 
 He arose — Jesus rose. — 
 He arose and went to heaven through the clouds. 
 
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 2 Joseph begged the body, 0 Joseph begged the body, 
 0 Joseph begged the body, and he laid it in the tomb, 
 
 He arose — Jesus rose- 
 He arose and went to heaven tlirough the clouds. 
 
 3 Mary came a weeping, O Mary came a weeping, 
 0 Mary came a weeping to 6eek her Lord, 
 
 He arose — Jesus rose — 
 He arose and went to heaven through the clouds. 
 
 4 The grave could not hold him, the grave could not 
 
 hold him, 
 
 The grave could not hold him, for he burst the band 
 of death, 
 
 He arose — Jesus rose — 
 He arose and went to heaven through the clouds. 
 
 5 Go tell my disciples, go tell my disciples, 
 
 Go tell my disciples that I've risen from the tomb, 
 
 He arose — Jesus rose — 
 He arose and went to heaven through the clouds. 
 
 6 He gave them their commission, he gave them their 
 commission, 
 
 He gave them their commission to let his work be 
 known, 
 
 He arose — Jeexis rose — 
 He arose and went to heaven through the clouds. 
 
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 SONGS. 
 11. 8. 
 
 289 
 
 The While Pilgrim. 
 
 1 I come to the place where the white pilgrim lay, 
 And pensively stood by his tomb, 
 When in a low whisper I heard something say, 
 " How sweetly I sleep here alone. 
 
 i "The tempest may roar and the loud thunder roll, 
 And gath'ring storms may arise, 
 Yot calm are my feelings, at rest is my soul, 
 The ^ecra aro all wip'd from my eyc3. 
 
 3 44 The cares oi my Master propel'd me from homo, 
 
 I bid my companions farewell, 
 I left my sweet children, who for me do mourn, 
 In far distant regions, to dwell. 
 
 4 " I wander'd an exile, a stranger below, 
 
 To publish salvation abroad, 
 The trump of the gospel endeav'ring to blow, 
 Inviting poor winners to God. 
 
 4 "And wlun among strangers.and far from my home, 
 No kindred or relative nigh, 
 I met the contagion, and sank to tho tomb, 
 My spirit ascended on high. 
 
 fi "Go tell my companions and relatives dear, 
 To weep not for me, though I'm gone, 
 
 Th« same hand that led me through scenes dark nnd dr«Mr 
 
 Has kindly assisted me home." 
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 337 
 
 Hopes of Heaven Drowns Cares on 
 Earth. Heb. xiii. 11. 
 
 1 " We've no abiding city here;" 
 
 This may distress the worldling's mind; 
 But should not cost the saint a tear, 
 Who hopes a better rest to find. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Our span oi life will soon be o'er j 
 And time, with us, will be no more ; 
 Since H own to Christ, our souls to save, 
 We have a hope beyond the grave. 
 
 2 " We've no abiding city here;" — 
 
 Sad truth, were this to be our home ; 
 But let this thought our spirits cheer, 
 " We seek a city yet to come." 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 3 u We've no abiding city here," — 
 
 Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
 Let not the world our rest appear, 
 But let us haste from all below. 
 
 Chorus-. 
 
 4 " W e've no abiding city here;" — 
 
 We seek a city out of sight : 
 Zion it's name — we'll soon be there — 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 5 Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ; 
 
 Secure she smiles at all her foes ; 
 And weary travelers, at length 
 Within her sacred walls repose. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
G O sweet abode of peace and love ! 
 Where pilgrims, freed from toil, arc blest ; 
 I lad I the pinions of a dove, 
 I'd fly awa}% and be at rest. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 7 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine ; 
 The time my God appoints is best : 
 While here to do his will, be mine, 
 And his to fix my time of rest. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TIig figures refer to Qxe pagea ol the- book. 
 
 A charge to keep I have 42 
 
 Afflicted saints to Christ draw near . . . 245 
 Afflictions, though they seem sovere . . 209 
 
 Ah me, I'm never well but when 103 
 
 Ah 1 what can I, a sinner do 83 
 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed 29 
 
 Almighty maker of my frame 103 
 
 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound . . 70 
 
 Am I a soldier of the crass 52 
 
 And am I born to die 171 
 
 And must this body die 1 74 
 
 And are wo yet alive 19 
 
 And let our bodies part 20 
 
 And must I be to judgment brought ... 46 
 
 And did the holy and the just 73 
 
 And must I part with all I have 91 
 
 And have I measured half my days 94 
 
 And will the Judge descend 109 
 
 And let this feeble body fail 119 
 
 Another six days work is done 92 
 
 Another day is past 192 
 
 Anxious, I strove to find the way 87 
 
 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat 30 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 78 
 
 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers 138 
 
 As Lot bid his city adieu 101 
 
 At thy command, our dearest Lord. . . . 160 
 Awake my heart, arise my tongue 234 
 
T A B I, E O V 
 
 Awake my soul, to joyful lays 1 03 
 
 Awake, my drowsy friends, awake 120 
 
 13c -still my heart, these anxious cares. . 116 
 
 13ehold the wretch whose lust and wine 85 
 
 Behold, how sinners disagree DO 
 
 Behold the boms,. the heirs of God 107 
 
 Behold the throne of grace 141 
 
 Behold the morning sun 183 
 
 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth. . . 112 
 
 Blest are the humble souls that see. ... 88 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 22 
 
 Bold soldiers all, on you 1 call 123 
 
 Brethren I bid you all farewell 216 
 
 (..'aim on the Unfiling car of night 72 
 
 Children of the heavenly king 38 
 
 Chief shepherd of thy chosen sheep. . . 1D5 
 
 Come all ye weary travelers 217 
 
 Come all ye mourning pilgrims dear. . . 272 
 
 Come child rt i i . 1 earn to fear the Lord . . 98 
 
 Come humble sinner, in whose breast. . 134 
 
 Come friends and relations, let's, &e. . . 203 
 
 Come, let us anew our journey pursue . . 37 
 
 Come on, my brethren In the Lord 301 
 
 Come, () thou traveler unknown 32 
 
 Come, sinnora to the gospel feast 23 
 
 Come to the glorious gospel feast 120 
 
 Come thou fount of every blessing 44 
 
 Come ye disconsolate where'er, &.c 25 
 
 Come ye sinners, poor and needy 257 
 
 Come ye sinners, come to Jesus' 105 
 
 Come ye dhat fear the Lord , . 240 
 
 Come ye that Joye the Lord. . . , 42 
 
F i R.ST LINKS'. 2U5 
 
 I )ark and thorny is the desert . '. 202 
 
 Day of judgment, day of wonders 364 
 
 Dear friends farewell, I do yon tell. . . . 24S 
 
 Dear people we have met to-day 280 
 
 Dear Lord, and has thy pardoning blood 153 
 
 Dearest Lord thou hast commanded. . . 215 
 
 Death cannot make my soul afraid, ... 130 
 
 Death, 'tis a melancholy day 98 
 
 Destruction's dismal road 121 
 
 Did Christ the great example lead 168 
 
 Disrobed of all his heavenly dress 164 
 
 ] )own to the water's side 150 
 
 Dread Sovereign! let my evening song 189 
 
 Drooping saints n<"> hmger grieve 20") 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God 75 
 
 Eternity is just at hand 5>5 
 
 Far as thy name is known.; 16 
 
 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 106 
 
 Father, in whom wo livo; 5 
 
 Father, I stretch my hands to thee. ... 141 
 
 Father, we bow before thy throne 178 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren. &c 238 
 
 Farewell my dear kindred,'* &c 220 
 
 For ever here my rest shall 1k^. 35 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows. . . .">; 
 
 From whence doth this union arise. ... 21"> 
 Friends and physicians 'cannot save. . 254 
 
 Gaze on, spectators, while we show. . . 155 
 Go preach my gospel saith the Lord. . . 18 
 Good is the Lord, the hcaveuly King*. . 54 
 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound SO 
 
296 T A It I, £ OF 
 
 Guide us, O thou Great Jehovah .. . 99 
 
 Hail ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. . . 6 
 
 Hail the day that see him rise 11 
 
 Hail thou long expected Jesus 72 
 
 Hail thou blest morn, when the, &c. ... 212 
 Hail, great Creator, wise and good. . . 64 
 Hark ! from the tombe a doleful sound 176 
 
 Hark, listen to the trumpeters 234 
 
 Hark my soul, it is the Lord 34 
 
 Hasten, O sinners, to be wise 81 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation 221 
 
 Here at thy table, Lord we meet 159 
 
 His death we mourn who lately stood . . 179 
 
 Hither we come, our dearest Lord 152 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 17 
 
 How firm a foundation ye saints, &c. . . 208 
 How great, how solemn is the work. . . 151 
 
 Gow great, how terrible that God 109 
 
 How happy every child of grace 227 
 
 How lost was my condition 110 
 
 How painfully pleasing the fond, &c. . . 204 
 How rich thy bounty, King of kings. . 18 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. . 132 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours . . . 236 
 
 How vain are all things here below 139 
 
 How happy, how joyful, &c 24 
 
 I come to the place where the white, &c. 289 
 
 I hear the Gospel's joyful sound 262 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives 230 
 
 I love to see the Lord below 58 
 
 I send the joys of earth away 140 
 
 I want, a change to feel , , 146 
 
FIRS T LINES. 297 
 
 I would not live ahvay ; I ask not to stay 50 
 
 I'v sailed over the ocean, I've &c 100 
 
 If God so loved our race 144 
 
 If you would win a soul to God 190 
 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 150 
 
 Tn lands strange and distant, &c 100 
 
 In pleasure sweot, here we do meet. . . 155 
 
 In such a grave as this 153 
 
 In the sun, and moon and stars 97 
 
 In the house of king* David, &c 270 
 
 Indulgent God whose bounteous care. . 102 
 
 Indulgent Father, by whose care 188 
 
 Indulgent Lord ! my heart would raise. 117 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 131 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be 101 
 
 Jesus invites his saints 156 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul 31 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven has gone 31 
 
 Jesus, ©ur soul's delightful choice 107 
 
 Jeaus, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord 27 
 
 Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend 127 
 
 Jesus, the Lord who groan'd and died. . 105 
 
 Jesus, with all thy saints above 01 
 
 Jesus, we love thy name 132 
 
 Jesus, we look to thee G2 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home 223 
 
 Know then, that every one is free. ... 118 
 
 Lamb of God for sinners slain 336 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend 135 
 
 Let me alone another year 51 
 
 Let strife forever reasf*. . 14ft 
 
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298 
 
 T A B Ij K O F 
 
 Lot Zion's watchmen all awake I d» 
 
 Lord, at thy temple we appear 
 
 Lord God the Holy Ghost (■ 
 
 Lord, I believe a rest remains ^ 
 
 Lord, I cannot let thee go a 
 
 Lord, in the morning thon shalt hear a 
 Lord, teach thy servants how to pray & 
 Lord, thon hast searched and seen, & s 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece i 4 
 
 Lif t up your hearts ! »fcc. . . 
 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb 
 
 My bams are full, my stores increase 1 r 
 My brethren, farewell, we part, iVc. . . 
 My christian friends, in bonds of love. 
 My conscious guilt is now so great. . . 
 My days, my weeks, my months, ifcc. . 
 
 My former hopes are dead 
 
 My gracious God has brought me thr( 
 My God, my King, thy various praise. 
 
 My heart how dreadful hard it is 
 
 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou. . . 
 
 My sorrows, like a flood. 
 
 My sovd, be on thy guard . 
 
 My soul forsakes her vain delight. . . . 
 My soul's full of glory, inspiring, <fcc. . 
 My soul shall praise thee, O my God. 
 
 Naked as from the earth we came. . . . 
 No change of time shall ever shock . . . 
 
 Not the malicious nor profane 
 
 Not with our mortal eyes 
 
 Now from the altar of onr hearts 
 
 Now i« t.ho nrropte<3 tim p 
 
F I R 9 T L I N K S . 299 
 
 , the shades of night are gone 182 
 
 . 38 the Lord m v soul 75 
 
 , Id my soul this morning rise 184 
 
 , a closer walk with God 34 
 
 t, a glance of heavenly day 84 
 
 f, a heart to praise my God i 37 
 I a taste of life divine 145 
 
 j 1 of mercy hear my call 307 
 
 1, our help in ages past 45 
 
 1, my heart with love inflame. . . . 331 
 
 •ions hope of perfect love 279 
 
 1 love the holy word 114 
 
 r happy arc they 250 
 
 •py time, long waited for 203 
 
 us, may we praise thy name 191 
 
 us, my Saviour, I know thou, &c. 244 
 
 d, in mercy spare 53 
 
 d our God, how wondrous graat. GO 
 
 iour hear me when I pray 188 
 
 j I had some humble place 237 
 
 me no more of this world's, &c. . 255 
 
 i whose off ring on the tree 10 
 
 i ye, poor sinners, for why, &c. . 101 
 
 ,t a wretched sinner. Lord 84 
 
 n shall I see Jesus 227 
 
 » will rise and go with me 124 
 
 ' poor sinners could but know. . . 197 
 
 d, we build our sure defence .... 71 
 
 rdan's stormy banks I stand. ... 48 
 
 nore, my soul, the rising day. . . 185 
 
 iys, alas! our mortal days 172 
 
 iavenly father, hear 55 
 
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 TABLE OF 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 
 
 Prayer is appointed to convey 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 
 
 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee . . . 
 
 lleligion is the chief concern 
 
 Kemember, Lord, our mortal state 
 
 Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King. 
 
 Salem's bright king, Jesus by name. . . . 
 
 Salvation! O the joyful sound 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour. Saw ye ray Saviour 
 
 See how the morning sun 
 
 See how the wicked kingdom is, &c. . . 
 
 See the eternal Judge descending 
 
 Show pity, Lord ; O Lord forgive 
 
 Sinners, exposed to dreadful woe 
 
 Since I have placed my trust in God . . . 
 
 Stoop down my thoughts that, &c 
 
 Sweet rivers of redeeming love 
 
 That doleful night, before his death 157, 
 
 That awful day will surely come 
 
 The billows swell, the winds are high . . 
 
 The blest memorials of thy grief 
 
 The chariot ! the chariot ! its, &c 
 
 The day is past and gone 
 
 The day of Christ, the day of God 
 
 The eye of God is everywhere 
 
 The fields are all white, and the, &c. . . 
 
 The grave is now a favor'd spot 
 
 The great archangel's trump, &c 
 
 The Jews crucified him, the Jews, &c. 
 The glorious light of Zion 
 
FIRST LINES. 301 
 
 i King of Heaven his table spreads 162 
 
 3 Lord is the fountain of, &c 219 
 
 3 Lord our God is Lord of all 67 
 
 3 Lord our God is clothed with might 69 
 
 3 Lord of glory is my light 15 
 
 3 Lord is risen indeed 11 
 
 e pure testimony put forth, &c 386 
 
 e true Messiah now appears 74 
 
 ee we adore. Eternal name 170 
 
 e people called Christians 275 
 
 ere is a fountain fill'd with blood. . . 9 
 
 ere is a land of pure delight 48 
 
 ere's not a star whose twinkling light 67 
 
 ere is a school on earth begun 229 
 
 ere is a place where my hopes, &c . . 283 
 is is the word of truth and love. ... 77 
 
 I is is the feast of heavenly wine 159 
 
 (is do in memory of your friend 160 
 
 j'.is is the day when Christ arose 182 
 
 lis morning let my praise arise 187 
 
 lis spirit breathes upon the word. . . . 113 
 
 iu8 far the Lord has led me on 194 
 
 iou Son of God whose naming eyes. . 25 
 lough sultry climes and deserts wide . 199 
 uts said the Lord, The spacious fields 77 
 
 ly life I read, my dearest Lord 181 
 
 ly word commands our liesh to dust. 109 
 
 is finished, the Messiah dies 8 
 
 is midnight, and on Olive's brow. ... 74 
 
 is my desire with God to walk 160 
 
 )-day, if you will hear his voice 246 
 
 ) God your every want 41 
 
 ) heaven I lift my waiting eyes 70 
 
 ) keep the lamp alive 1 17 
 
302 
 
 A B L K O I« 
 
 To Jesus our exalted Lord It I 
 
 To leave my dear friends, &c 2^ 1 
 
 To thy temple wo repair (it 
 
 'Twas on that dark and doleful night. . ■! 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu |j 
 
 Vain man tli}' fond pursuits forbear. . . }| 
 
 Wake up, my muse, condole the loss. . If ! 
 
 Watchman tell us of the night |l i 
 
 Way down in the beautiful valley 3v* i 
 
 We've no abiding city here 21 i 
 
 We've found the rock the trav'lers cried 2f ( 
 
 What doth the Ladder mean !l J 
 
 What a mercy, mercy is this 2J s 
 
 What lovely band is this I see 1.' 
 
 What poor despised company l! i 
 
 When blooming youth is snatched away j§ U 
 
 When converts first begin to sing 2 1 d 
 
 When 1 survej the wondrous cross. . . . 
 
 When I c.*i) read my title clear ! 
 
 When J cm is Christ was here below. .. 1< 
 AVhen life's tempestuous storms arc o'er 2 
 When musing sorrow weeps the past. . ! 
 
 When shall we all meet again 2: 
 
 When thou, my righteous Judge, &c. . ! 
 
 AVhile in !,!io agonies of death 
 
 While shepherds watched their, &c. . . f. 
 
 While others their salvation rest 1- 
 
 While thee \ seek, protecting power. . 
 Why do we mourn departing friends. . 1 
 AVhy should the children of a king. ... 1 
 
 "Where are the Hebrew children % 
 
 With thee, great God, the stores of light l! 
 
V I II g T LINKS. 303 
 
 tk sacred joy we lift our eyes 59 
 
 th gladness, dear brethren, & s .... 213 
 bh all my powers of heart and tongue 64 
 Ithin thy house, O Lord. \ . . 62 
 
 blooming- youth 1 pray give ear. . .'. 251 
 
 brethren, who profess the Lord. . . . 211 
 
 fleeting charms of earth, farewell. . 95 
 
 hearts with youthful vigor warm. . 94 
 
 lovers of pleasure thai, slighted, &c. 269 
 
 messengers of Christ 107 
 
 nations round the earth, rejoice. . . 58 
 
 objects of sense, &c 271 
 
 pilgrims that are wand'ring home. , 253 
 
 saints, attend the Saviour's voice. . 225 
 
 wretched, hungry, starving poor. . . 161 
 
 happy children who follow Jesus. . . 281 
 
 ;, my native land, I love thee 200 
 
 ing people nil attention give 242 
 
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