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PSALMS, HYMNS, 
 
 AND 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 
 
 SELECTED FOR THE USE OF THE 
 
 UNITED CHURCHES OP CHRIST, 
 
 COMMONLY CALLED 
 
 FREE WILL BAPTIST, 
 
 3n JCortl) (Carolina; 
 
 AND FOR 
 
 SAINTS OF ALL DENOMINATIONS. 
 
 ."BY JESSE HEATH AND ELIAS HUTCHINS, 
 MINISTERS OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 Second Edition. 
 
 Teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms, 
 and Hymns, and Spiritual Soiigs, singing with grace 
 in your hearts to the Lord. — Colossians iii: 16. 
 
 WM. 
 
 RICHMOND, VA : 
 
 H. CLEM MITT, FR INTER, 
 
 18 5 6. 
 
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 PREFACE, 
 
 Through the earnest and repeated solici- 
 tations of their friends and brethren, the 
 Compilers have been induced to make and 
 publish the following Selection of Hymns 
 and Spiritual Songs ; the former designed in 
 part for the pulpit; the latter for private 
 and social worship. 
 
 Circumstances beyond their control, made 
 it impossible for them to devote that time 
 and attention -to the work that they at first 
 intended ; and for this reason they are com- 
 pelled to present it to the public in its pre- 
 sent state. 
 
 Many will doubtless be disappointed in 
 not finding some particular Hymns and 
 Songs included in this work; but a mo- 
 ment's reflection will convince them that 
 all cannot expect to have every Hymn 
 
l'RKf'AC£, 
 
 and Song to which they are particularly 
 partial, printed in a book of this kind. • 
 
 The Compilers do not flatter themselves 
 that all will be satisfied with this Selection; 
 neither do they suppose that it is the most 
 judicious that could be made ; but they as- 
 sure the reader that they have done as welt 
 as the circumstances under which the work 
 was compiled, would admit. 
 
 That the blessing of God may attend their 
 feeble efforts to promote the interest of the 
 Redeemer's kingdom, i3 the sincere desire 
 and ardent prayer of the 
 
 COMPILERS. 
 N. Carolina, May, 1832.. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 Public ill o r s I) i p . 
 
 HYMN 1. CM. 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing 
 My great Redeemer's praise ! 
 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread through all the earth abroad, 
 
 The honors of thy name. 
 
 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 
 That bids our sorrows cease : 
 
 Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
 'Tis life and health, and peace. 
 
 He 'breaks the power of cancell'd sin, 
 
 He sets the pris'ner free : 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
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 Look unto him ye natior.9 ; own 
 
 Your God, ye fallen raco ; 
 Look, and be sav'd through faith alone,. 
 
 Be justified by grace. 
 
 HYMN 2. CM. 
 
 Mortals, awake, with angels join, 
 
 And chant the solemn lay; 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
 
 To hail th' auspicious day. 
 
 Wrapt in the silence of the night, 
 
 Lay all the eastern world, 
 When bursting, glorious, heavenly light, 
 
 The wond'rous scene unfurl'd. 
 
 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, 
 
 And glory leads the song; 
 Good will and peace are heard throughout 
 
 The joyous, heavenly throng. 
 
 O for a glance of heavenly love, 
 Our hearts and songs to raise; 
 
 Sweetly to bear our souls above, 
 And mingle with their lays. 
 
 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 
 
 Glory to God on high; 
 Good will and peace are now complete, 
 
 Jesus was born to die. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 9 Hail, Prince of life, fovever hail ! 
 
 Redeemer, brother friend ! 
 Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, 
 
 Thy praise shall never end. 
 
 HYMN 3. S. M. 
 
 Raise your triumphant songs 
 
 To an immortal tune ; 
 Let the wide earth resound the deeds 
 
 Celestial grace hath done. 
 
 Sing how eternal love 
 
 Its chief beloved chose, 
 And bade him raise our wretched race 
 
 From their abyss of woes. 
 
 His hand no thunder bears, 
 
 Nor terror clothes his brow : 
 No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 But mercy fill'd the throne, 
 
 And wrath stood silent by, 
 When Christ was sent with pardons down 
 
 To rebels doom'd to die. 
 
 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 
 
 Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 
 Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
 
 And take the offer'd grace. 
 
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 Lord, we obey thy call, 
 And lay an humble claim 
 
 To the salvation thou hast wrought. 
 And love and praise thy name. 
 
 HYMN 4. CM. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole. 
 And calms the troubled breast; 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 Dear name ! the rock on which I build. 
 
 My shield and hiding place ; 
 My never failing treas'ry fill'd 
 
 "With boundless stores of grace, 
 
 Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend, 
 My prophet, priest, and king ; 
 
 My lord, my life, my way, my end, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought j 
 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 'Till then, I would thy love proclaim, 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 
 And may the music of thy name, 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 HYMN 5. S. M. 
 
 Jesus, we love thy name, 
 
 And thee we will adore ; 
 ■ And when we feel this heav'nly flame, 
 
 We long to love thee more. 
 
 Thy name is all our trust ; 
 
 Thy name is solid peace ; 
 Thy name is everlasting rest, 
 
 When other names shall cease. 
 
 There, ravish 'd with thy name, 
 We never more shall rove ; 
 
 There sound thine everlasting fame, 
 And solace in thy love. 
 
 Thy name shall be our praise ; 
 
 Thy name shall be our joy ; 
 Thy name, thro' everlasting days, 
 
 Shall countless tongues employ. 
 
 HYMN 6. CM. 
 
 Lord, at thy temple we appear, 
 
 As happy Simeon came, 
 And hope to meet our Saviour here; 
 
 O make our joys the same. 
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 With what divine and vast delight 
 
 The good old man was fiil'd, 
 When fondly in his wither'd arm9 
 
 He clasp'd the holy child ! 
 
 " Now I can leave this world," he cried, 
 
 "Behold thy servant dies ! 
 I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, 
 
 And close my peaceful eyes. 
 
 This is the light prepar'd to shine 
 
 Upon the Gentile lands! 
 Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, . 
 
 To break their slavish bands." 
 
 Jesus, the vision of thy face 
 
 Hath overpow'ring charms ! 
 Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 
 
 If Christ be in my arms. 
 
 Then while ye hear my heart strings break, 
 
 How sweet my minutes roll ! 
 A mortal paleness on my cheek, 
 
 And glory in my soul. 
 
 HYMN T. CM. 
 
 Here in thy presence, glorious Lord, 
 We've met to seek thy face ; 
 
 O let us feel th' eternal word. 
 And feast upon thy grace. 
 
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 O may this be a happy hour, 
 
 To all that's met to-day ; 
 Display thy love, make known thy pow'r. 
 
 And take our sins away. 
 
 0 may a spark of heav'nly fire, 
 
 Each stupid soul inflame ; 
 And sacred love our tongues inspire 
 
 To praise thy holy name. 
 
 Let every soul the Saviour feel, 
 
 And taste his love divine; 
 And every heart forever be 
 
 United, Lord, with thine. 
 
 HYMN 8. S. M. 
 
 Come, sound his praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing, 
 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 He form'd the deep? unknown, 
 He gave the seas their bound, 
 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 Come, worship at. his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord, 
 We are his works, and not our own, 
 • Ho form'd us by his word. 
 
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 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come like the people of his choice, 
 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 But if your ears refuse 
 
 The language of his grace, 
 Arid hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, 
 
 That unbelieving race ; 
 
 The Lord, in vengeance drest, 
 
 Will lift his hand and swear, 
 "You that despise my promis'd rest, 
 
 Shall have no portion there." 
 
 HYMN 9. L. M. 
 
 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, 
 By faith and love, in every breast; 
 
 Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, 
 The joys that cannot be express'u. 
 
 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 
 Make our enlarged souls possess, 
 
 And learn the height, and breadth, and length, 
 Of thine immeasurable grace. 
 
 Now to the God whose power can do 
 
 More than our thoughts or wishes know, 
 
 Be everlasting honors done 
 
 By all the church, through Christ his son.. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 10. S. M. 
 
 Come, we that love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known 3 
 
 Join in the song; with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 The sorrows of the mind 
 Be banish 'd from this place; 
 
 Religion never was design'd 
 To make our pleasures less. 
 
 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below, 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 The hill of Zion yields 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 There we shall see his face, 
 
 And never, never sin ; 
 There from the rivers of his grace, 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in. 
 
 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And ev'ry tear be dry, 
 We're marching through Immanuers 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
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 HYMN 11. C. M. 
 
 Once more we come before our God* 
 Once more his blessings ask : 
 
 O may not duty seem a load ! 
 Nor worship prove a task. 
 
 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send, 
 From heav'n, in Jesus' name, 
 
 To make our waiting minds attend, 
 And put our souls in frame. 
 
 May we receive the word we hear, 
 
 Each in an honest heart; 
 And keep the precious treasure there, 
 
 And never with it part. 
 
 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose ; 
 
 To each thy blessings suit ; 
 And let the seed thy servant sows 
 
 Produce abundant fruit. 
 
 HYMN 12. L. M. 
 
 How lovely, how divinely sweet, 
 O Lord, thy sacred courts appear f 
 
 Fain would my longing passions meet 
 The glories of thy presence there. 
 
 O blest the men, blest their employ, 
 Whom thy indulgent favors raise 
 
 To dwell in those abodes of joy, 
 And sing thy never eeaeing praUe. 
 
'WORSHIP. 
 
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 Happy the men, whom strength divine 
 With ardent love and zeal inspires; 
 
 Whose steps to thy blest ways incline, 
 With willing hearts, and warm desires. 
 
 One day within thy sacred gate, 
 
 Affords more real joy to me, 
 Than thousands in the tents of state — 
 * The meanest place is bliss with thee. 
 
 God is a sun ; our brightest day 
 From his reviving presence flows; 
 
 God is a shield, through all the way, 
 To guard us from surrounding foes. 
 
 He pours his kindest blessings down, 
 Profusely down, on souls sineere ; 
 
 And grace shall guide, and glory crown 
 The happy fav 'rites of his care. 
 
 HYMN 13. C. M. 
 
 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve, 
 
 Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 41 I'll go to Jesus, though my sia 
 
 Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
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 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 
 I'll tell him Pin a wretch undone, 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 £ '11 to the gracious king approach, 
 Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
 
 Perhaps he may command my touch, 
 And then the suppliant lives. 
 
 Perhaps he will admit my plea ; 
 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer, 
 But if I perish I will pray, 
 
 And perish only there. 
 
 I can but perish if I go, 
 
 I am resolved to try, 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 
 1 must forever die. 
 
 But if I die with mercy sought, 
 When I the King have tried ; 
 
 This were to die — delightful thought 
 As sinner never died." 
 
 HYMN 14. L. M. 
 
 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. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 Sent by the Lord, on you I call ; . 
 The invitation is to all — 
 Come all the world — come, sinner, thou 
 All things in Christ are ready now. 
 
 My message as from "God receive ; 
 Ye all may come to Christ and live ; 
 0 let his love your hearts constrain, 
 Nor let him sutler death in vain, 
 
 Come all ye souls by sin oppress'd — 
 Ye weary laborers after rest — 
 Ye poor and maimed and halt and blind, 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 His love is mighty to compel ; 
 His saving grace consent to feel ; 
 Yield to his love's attracting power, 
 And light against your God no more. 
 
 See him set forth before your eyes, 
 Behold the bleeding sacrifice, 
 His offered benefits embrace, 
 And freely now be sav'd by grace. 
 
 This is the time, no more delay, 
 This is the glorious gospel day, 
 Come in this moment, at his call, 
 And live to him, who died for all. 
 
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 HYMN 15. C. M. 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend, 
 
 And every heart rejoice ; 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 " Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, 
 
 Who feed upon the wind, 
 And vainty strive with earthly toils 
 
 To fill an empty mind : 
 
 " Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 
 
 A soul-reviving feast, 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 " Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, 
 
 And pine away and die, 
 Here you may quench your raging thirst 
 
 With springs that never dry. 
 
 Rivers of love and mercy hero 
 
 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 hida your sin. 
 
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WORSHIP. 
 
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 M Come naked and adorn your souls 
 In robes prepared by God — 
 
 Wrought by the labors of his Son, 
 And dy'd in his own blood."] 
 
 Dear God ! the treasures of thy love 
 
 Are everlasting mines, 
 Deep as our helpless miseries are, 
 
 And boundless as our sins ! 
 
 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 Stand open night and day ; 
 
 Lord we are come to seek supplies. 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 HYMN 16. L. M. 
 
 Sinners, expos'd to dreadful woe, 
 Arise, and to King Jesus go ; 
 Your guilt confess, his favor seek, 
 And wait to hear what God will speak. 
 
 Fear not the law, 'tis grace that reigns, 
 Jesus the sinner's cause maintains; 
 He ransom'd rebels with his blood, 
 And now he intercedes with God. 
 
 To him approach with fervent prayer, 
 And if you perish, perish there ; 
 Resolv'd at Jesus' feet to lie, 
 Suing for mercy till you die. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Thrice happy souls who thus address 
 The God of love and boundless grace ; 
 Jesus will such completely save, 
 And life eternal they shall have. 
 
 HYMN 17. L. M. 
 
 Know, then, that every soul is free, 
 To choose his life, and what he'll be ; 
 For this eternal truth is given, 
 That God will force n<% man to heaven. 
 
 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. 
 
 Freedom and reason make us men ; 
 Take these away, what are we then ? 
 Mere animals, and just as well 
 The beasts might think of heaven or hell. 
 
 May we no more our powers abuse, 
 But ways of truth and goodness choose ; 
 Our God is pleased when we improve 
 His grace, and seek the world above. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 'Tis God's free grace me to receive, 
 It's rav free will for to believe : 
 To stubborn witters this I'll tell. 
 It's all free grace, and all free will. 
 
 Those that despise grow harder still ; 
 Those that adhere, he turns their will ; 
 And thus despisers sink to hell, 
 While those that her u r in glory dwell. 
 
 But if we take the downward road, 
 And make in hell our last abode, 
 Our God is clear, and we shall know 
 We've p'ung'd ourselves in endless, woe. 
 
 HYMN 18. C. M. 
 
 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 
 
 Nor is thy gospel weak ; 
 Thy grace can rnelt the stubborn Jew, 
 
 And heal the dying Greek. 
 
 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage, 
 
 Does thy salvation flow ; 
 It's not contin'd to sex or age, 
 
 The lofty or the low. 
 
 While grace is offer'd to the prince, 
 The poor ma) r take a share ; 
 
 No mortal has a just pretence 
 To perish in despair. 
 
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 Come, all ye wretched sinners, eomr, 
 
 He'll form your souls anew ; 
 His gospel and his heart have room 
 
 For rebels such as you. 
 
 His doctrine is almighty love ; 
 
 There's virtue in his name, 
 To turn a raven to a dove — ■ 
 
 A lion to a lamb. 
 
 O could we raise a song of praise, 
 
 Half equal to his love, [sing, 
 
 The heav'ns would ring, while we should 
 Through ail the courts above. 
 
 HYMN 19. L. M. 
 
 Show pity, Lord; 0 Lord forgive; 
 Let a repenting rebel live : 
 Are not thy mercies large and free? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
 The power and glory of thy gra«e ; 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let thy pard'ning grace be found. 
 
 O wash my soul from every sin, 
 And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 A ud past odences pain mine eyes. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
 Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
 Lord should thy judgments grow severe, 
 I am condemu'd, but thou art clear. 
 
 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. 
 
 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 Whose hope, still hov'ring round th}' word, 
 "Would li°:ht on some sweet promise there — 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
 HYMN 20. CM. 
 
 Why should the children of a King 
 Go mourning ail their days ? 
 
 Great Comforter, descend and bring 
 The tokens of thy grace. 
 
 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, 
 And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
 
 When wilt thou banish my complaints, 
 And show my sins forgiv en ? 
 
 Assure my conscience of her part 
 
 In the Redeemer's blood, 
 Arid bear thy witness with my heart, 
 
 That I am born of God. 
 
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 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 
 May thy bless'd wings, eelestial Dove, 
 Safely convey me liome ! 
 
 HYMN 21. C. M. 
 
 "Repent !" the voice celestial cries, 
 
 Nor longer dare delay ; 
 The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 
 
 And meets a fiery day. 
 
 No more the sov'reign eye of God 
 
 O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
 His heralds are dispatched abroad, 
 
 To warn the world of sin. 
 
 The summons reach 'd through all the earth 
 
 Let earth attend and fear; 
 Listen, ye men of royal birth, 
 
 And let your vassals hear ! 
 
 Together in his presence bow, 
 
 And a!l your guilt confess, 
 Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
 
 Nor trifle with his grace. 
 
 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 
 
 And call you to his bar, 
 For mercy knows the appointed bound, 
 
 And turns to vengeance there. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 Amazing love ? that yet will call, 
 And yet prolong our days ; 
 
 Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall, 
 And weep, and love, and praise. 
 
 HYMN 22. S. M. 
 
 0 blessed souls are they 
 Whose sins are cover'd o'er ! 
 
 Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more . 
 
 Tljey mourn their follies past, 
 And keep their hearts with care ; 
 
 Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
 Shall prove their faith sincere. 
 
 While I conceal'd my guilt, 
 I felt the festering wound, 
 
 Till I confess'd my sins to thee, 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 Let sinners learn to pray, 
 
 Let saints keep near the throne ; 
 Our help, in times of deep distress, 
 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
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 HYMN 23. C. M. 
 
 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, 
 And triumph in my God ; 
 
 Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 
 His glorious grace abroad. 
 
 He rais'd me from the depths of sin, 
 The gates of gaping hell, 
 
 And fix'd my standing more secure 
 Than 'twas before I fell. 
 
 The arms of everlasting love 
 Beneath my soul he plac'd ; 
 
 And on the Rock of Ages set 
 My slippery footsteps fast. 
 
 The city of my blest abode, 
 Is wall'd around with grace ; 
 
 Salvation for a bulwark stands 
 To shield the sacred place. 
 
 Satan may vent his sharpest spite, 
 
 And all his legions roar ; 
 Almighty mercy guards my life, 
 
 And bounds his raging power. 
 
 Arise, my soul, awake my voice, 
 And tunes of pleasure sing ; 
 
 Loud hallelujahs shall address 
 My Saviour and my King. 
 
HYMN 24. CM. 
 
 My soul forsakes her vain delight, 
 And bids the world farewell; 
 
 Base as the dirt heneath my feet 
 And mischievous as hell. 
 
 No longer will I ask its love, 
 Nor seek your friendship more ; 
 
 The happiness that I approve, 
 Is not within its pow'r. 
 
 There's nothing round the spacious eai 
 That suits my large desire ; 
 
 To boundless joy and solid mirth 
 My nobler thoughts aspire. 
 
 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 I'd climb the heav'nly road ; 
 
 There sits my Saviour dress'd in love, 
 And there my smiling God. 
 
 HYMN 25. C. M. 
 
 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. 
 
 The brightest things below the sky, 
 Shine with deceitful light ; 
 
 We should suspect some danger nigh, 
 Where we possess delight. 
 
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 Our dearest joys and dearest friends, 
 The partners of our blood, 
 
 How they divide our wav'ring minds, 
 And leav e but half for God ! 
 
 The fondness of a creature's love, 
 How strong it strikes the sense ; 
 
 Thither the warm affections move, 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 
 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be 
 
 My soul's eternal food, 
 And grace command my heart away 
 
 From all created good. 
 
 HYMN 26. L. M. 
 
 / I send the joys of earth away ; 
 Away, ye tempters of the mind, 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 Your streams were floating me along, 
 .Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
 And whilst I listen'd to your song, 
 Your streams had e'en convcy'd me there. 
 
 Lord, I adore thy matchless* grace, 
 That warn'd me of that dark abyss ; 
 That drew me from those treach'rous seas, 
 And bade me seek superior bliss. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 fsow to the shining realms above, 
 I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes 
 O for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the uwper skies ! 
 
 There, from the bosom of my God, 
 Oceans of endless pleasure roil ; 
 There would I fix my last abode, 
 And drown the sorrows of my soul. 
 
 HYMN 27. C. M. 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 Utter'd or unexpress'd ; 
 The motions of a hidden fire, 
 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear; 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 
 When none but God is dear. 
 
 Prayer is the simplest form of speech. 
 
 That any lips can try; 
 Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air; 
 His watchword at the gates of death, 
 
 He enters heaven with prayer. 
 
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 Prayer i9 the contrite sinner's voice, 
 
 Returning from his ways ; 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And say, " Behold ! he prays !" 
 
 The saints in prayer, appear as one, 
 In word, in deed, and mind, 
 
 When with the Father and the Son, 
 Sweet fellowship they find. 
 
 Nor prayer is made on earth alone — 
 
 The Holy Spirit pleads; 
 And Jesus on the etprnal throne, 
 
 For sinners intercedes. 
 
 HYMN 28. C. M. 
 
 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 
 
 No other help I know ; 
 If thou withdraw thyself from me. 
 
 Ah, whither shall I go ? 
 
 What did thine only son endure. 
 
 Before I drew my breath ; 
 What pain, what labor to secure 
 
 My soul from endless death ! 
 
 0 Jesus, could I this believe, 
 I now should feel thy power ; 
 
 Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one hour. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 Author of faith, to thee I lilt 
 My weary, longing eyes, 
 
 O let rne now receive that gift, 
 My soul without it dies. 
 
 Surely thou'canst not let me die ; 
 
 0 speak, and Fshall live ; 
 And here I will unwearied lie, 
 
 Till thou thy Spirit give. 
 
 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 ! 
 
 HYMN 29. CM. 
 
 Behold the throne of grace ! 
 
 The promise calls me near ; 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 
 And waits to answer prayer. 
 
 That rich atoning flood, 
 
 Which sprinkled round I see, 
 
 Provides for those who come to God, 
 An all prevailing plea. 
 
 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 
 Thou canst not be too bold : 
 
 Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
 What elso will he withhold i 
 
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 Beyond thy utmost wants. 
 
 His love and power can bless ; 
 To praying; souls he always grants 
 
 More than they can express. 
 
 Since 'tis the Lord's- command, 
 
 My mouth I open wide; 
 Lord, open thou thy bounieous hand, 
 
 That I may be supplied. 
 
 Teach me to live by faith, 
 Conform my will to thine ; 
 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
 HYMN 30. CM. 
 
 Since I have plac'd my trust in God, 
 
 A refuge always nigh, 
 Why should I, like a tim'rous bird, 
 
 To distant mountains fly ? 
 
 Since I have faith in Christ, my. head, 
 
 A refuge for my soul, 
 Why should my tim'rous spirit dread, 
 
 Though threatening billows roll. 
 
 Let sinners dread, who have no God, 
 The wrath that is to come, 
 
 But those who trust th' eternal word, 
 May force their passage home. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 The ground of all my joy be this, 
 
 A conscience pure within, 
 That in sincere and godly bliss, 
 
 My christian lite hath been. 
 The Lord Jehovah is my friend, 
 
 My shepherd and my guide, 
 He loves the faithful to the end, 
 
 Whose feet do never slide. 
 
 HYMN 31. S. If, . 
 
 Not with our mortal eyes 
 Have we beheld the Lord ; 
 
 Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 
 And love to read his word, 
 
 On earth w r e want the sight 
 
 Of our Redeemer's face ; 
 Yet Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
 
 To dwell upon thy grace. 
 
 And when we taste thy love, 
 
 Our joys divinely grow 
 Unspeakable, like those above, 
 
 And heaven begins below. 
 
 HYMN 32. L. M. 
 While others their salvation rest, 
 
 On outward forms or distant heaven, 
 I want God's kingdom in my breast, 
 
 And there to feel my sins forgiven. 
 
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 Some make their boasts of cancell'd sin r 
 Before the world or they were made ; 
 
 And while they have a hell within, 
 Imagine God, their heaven decreed. 
 
 While others think, the law fulfil I'd 
 By Jesus, when he bled and died, 
 
 Has free'd their souls from endless guilt, 
 Although his blood be not appli'd. 
 
 But I can trust to no decree, 
 Or law fulfill'd by Jesus Christ, 
 
 But that which works a change in me, 
 And brings me to the gospel feast. 
 
 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. 
 
 Then in my heart, 0 Jesus, reign, 
 With thy blessed kingdom all divine ; 
 
 Remove my death, break every chain, 
 And make my spirit pure as thine. . 
 
 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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 HYMN 33. S. M. 
 
 Ir God so lov'd our race, 
 
 To give his only son. 
 Lord, let me feel thy heavenly grace, 
 
 And know the gift my own. 
 
 It's not a heav'n to come 
 
 My soul can satisfy ; 
 Nor can I feel myself at home 
 
 But with my Saviour nigh. 
 
 O God thy heav'ns bow, 
 
 These parting walls remove ; 
 
 Let me begin my glory now, 
 And here enjoy thy love. 
 
 Shine, 0 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. 
 
 HYMN 34. L. M. 
 
 0 for a taste of life divine, 
 
 To feed this hungry soul of mine ; 
 
 1 want the Son of God to know, 
 
 And taste of heaven while here belovr, 
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 If I were sure that I should have 
 A crown of joy beyond the grave, 
 Yet that alone won't do for me ; 
 I want while here with God to be. 
 
 Whatever I do, where'er 1 go, 
 I want those joys of heaven to know j, 
 I want the power of sin subdu'd, 
 And feel my precious soul renew'd. 
 
 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. 
 
 Dear Saviour, thou my all must be ; 
 O give me strength to walk with thee ; 
 Without a rival, rule my heart, 
 And never let me from thee part. 
 
 HYMN 35. S. M. 
 
 I want a change to feel, 
 A change that God will own ; 
 
 A change that saves from sin and hell, 
 In Jesus found alone. 
 
 Oh ! change this heart of stone, 
 
 Almighty power divine ; 
 For none but God's free grace alone. 
 
 Can such a heart refine. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 And when this change takes place; 
 
 Before thy feet I'll wait, 
 That I, by thy unchanging grace, 
 
 All changing schemes may hate. 
 
 This change will show the love 
 That Jesus bears for me ; 
 
 This change will lead to joys above, 
 Where no more change will be. 
 
 HYMX 36. C. M. 
 
 O could I find an humble place, 
 But near the lowly Lamb ; 
 
 How would my soul extol his grace, 
 And praise "his precious name. 
 
 Lord, draw my heart so near to thee, 
 While through this world I rove, 
 
 That I may every moment be 
 Transported with thy love. 
 
 0 let me walk with thee, my God, 
 And find thee always nigh ; 
 
 Give me to eat immortal food, 
 That I may never die. 
 
 1 want that grace that may be felt, 
 That will my soul inflame; 
 
 I want this harden'd heart to melt 
 At my Redeemer's name. 
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 I want all 6elf to be subdu'd ; 
 
 0 may my pride be slain, 
 And may my soul be all renew'd 
 Through Jesus' precious name. 
 
 I want my soul bound up in God, 
 And feel his nature mine, 
 
 To feast upon immortal food, 
 And drink of joys divine. 
 
 HYMN 37. S. M. 
 
 Blest are the sons of peace, 
 Whose hearts and hopes are one, 
 
 Whose kind designs to serve and please, 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 Blest is the pious house, 
 
 Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
 
 Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, 
 Make their communion sweet. 
 
 Thus, when on Aaron's head 
 They pour'd the rich perfume, 
 
 The oil through all his raiments spread, 
 And pleasure fill'd the room. 
 
 Thus on the heavenly hills, 
 
 The saints are blest above, 
 Where joy like morning dew distils, 
 
 And all the air is love. 
 
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 HYMN 38. L. M. 
 
 And is the gospel peace and love ? 
 
 Such let our conversation be ; 
 The serpent blended with the dove, 
 
 Wisdom and meek simplicity. 
 
 Whene'er our angry passions rise, [strife. 
 And tempt our thoughts and tongues to 
 
 To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 
 
 Bright pattern of the christian life, 
 
 O how benevolent and kind ! 
 
 How mild and ready to forgive ! 
 Be this the temper of our mind, 
 
 And these the rules by which we live. 
 
 To do his heavenly Father's will, 
 Was his employment and delight ; 
 
 Humility and holy zeal 
 
 Shown through his life divinely bright. 
 
 Dispensing good where'er he came, 
 The labors of his life were love : 
 
 Then if we bear the Saviour's name, 
 By his example let us move. 
 
 But ah, how blind, how weak are we ! 
 
 How frail, how apt to turn aside ! 
 Lord, we depend upon thy care ; 
 
 We ask thy Spirit for our guide. 
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 Thy £air example may we trace, 
 To teach us what we ought to be ; 
 
 Make us by thy transforming grace, 
 O Saviour, daily more like thee. 
 
 HYMN 39. 8. M. 
 
 Let strife forever cease, 
 
 And envy quit the field ; 
 Come, join and live in love and peace, 
 
 And to the gospel yield. 
 
 Let bitter words no more 
 
 Among the saints remain ; 
 Let every member, every hour, 
 
 Submit to Jesus' reign. 
 
 One Lord we have to fear, 
 
 One faith we all confess, 
 And all to one baptism adhere, 
 
 And magnify free grace. 
 
 Then why should we, contend 
 For meat, and drink, and dress, 
 
 And crucify the Lord again, 
 And pierce his wounds afresh. 
 
 When bitter words arise, 
 
 Then Satan has his ends, 
 We wound the heart and hands of Christ, 
 
 Amidst hid chosen friends. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Then to the world we'll prove 
 
 That we disciples are, 
 When they behold us walk in love, 
 
 They'll say, " The Lord is there." 
 
 HYMN 40. C. M. 
 
 Religion is the chief concern 
 
 Of mortals here below ; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 
 Its sovereign virtue know ! 
 
 More needful this, than glittering wealth, 
 Or aught the world bestows ; 
 
 Not reputation, food or health, 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 Religion should our thoughts engage, 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom; 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 O iriay my heart, by grace renew'd, 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be rny stubborn will subdu'd, 
 
 His goverment to own. 
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 Let deep repentance, faith and lore, 
 Be join'd with godly fear ; 
 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 Preserve me from the snares of sin, 
 Thro' my remaining days ; 
 
 And in me let each virtue shine 
 To my Redeemer's praise. 
 
 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; 
 
 Let warm affections rise ; 
 And may I wait with strong desire 
 
 To mount above the skies ! 
 
 HYMN 41. C. M. 
 
 My heart, how dreadful hard it is ! 
 
 How heavy here it lies ; 
 Heavy and cold within my breast, 
 
 Just like a rock of ice. 
 
 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits 
 
 Upon this flinty throne; 
 And ev'ry grace lies buried, deep 
 
 Beneath this heart of stone. 
 
 How seldom do I rise to God, 
 
 Or taste the joys above ! 
 This mountain presses down my faith, 
 
 And chills my flaming love. 
 
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 When smiling mercy courts my soul 
 With all its heavenly charms, 
 
 This stubborn, this relentless thing 
 Would thrust it from mine arms. 
 
 Against the thunders of thy word 
 
 Rebellious T have stood, 
 My heart it shakes not at the wrath 
 
 And terrors of a God. 
 
 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine 
 In thine own crimson sea! 
 
 None but a bath of blood divine 
 Can melt the flint away. 
 
 HYMN 42. C. M. 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 
 And brings the truth to sight ; 
 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic, like the sun 
 It gives a light to ev'ry age ; 
 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 
 His truths upon the nations rise; 
 They rise, but never set. 
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 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 For such a bright display, 
 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heav-'nly day. 
 
 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 The steps of him I love ; ^ 
 
 Till glory breaks upon my view 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
 HYMN 43. L. M. 
 
 How precious is thy word, O God, 
 'Tis for our light and guidance giv'n ; 
 
 It sheds a lustre all abroad. 
 And points the path to bliss and heaven 
 
 It fills the soul with sweet delight, 
 Then quickens its inactive powers ; 
 
 It sets our wandering footsteps right, 
 Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 
 
 Its promises rejoice our hearts ; 
 
 Its doctrine is divinely true ; 
 Knowledge and pleasure it imparts ; 
 
 It comforts and instructs us too. 
 
 Ye favor'd lands who have this word, 
 Ye saints, who feel its saving power, 
 
 Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, 
 And his abounding grace adore. 
 
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 HYMN 44. L. M; 
 
 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. 
 
 This remedy did wisdom find, 
 
 To heal diseases of the mind; 
 
 This heav'nly balm, whose virtues can 
 
 Restore the ruin'd creature man. 
 
 The gospel bids the dead revive ; 
 Sinners obey the voice and live ; 
 Dry bones are rais'd and cloth 'd afresh, 
 And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 
 
 Where satan reign'din shades of night, 
 The gospel strikes a heav'nly light ; 
 Our lusts its wond'rous power controls, 
 And calms the rage cf angry souls. 
 
 Lions and beasts of savage name, 
 Put on the nature of the Lamb ; 
 While the wide world esteems it strange. 
 Gaze and admire, and hate the change. 
 
 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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 HYMN 45. L. M. 
 
 Let everlasting glories crown 
 
 Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord , 
 
 Thy hands have brought salvation down,. 
 And wrote the blessings in thy word. 
 
 What if we trace the globe around, 
 And search from Britain to Japan ? 
 
 There shall be no religion found, 
 So just to God, so safe to man. 
 
 In vain the trembling conscience seeks 
 Some solid ground to rest upon ! 
 
 With long despair the spirit breaks, 
 Till we apply to Christ alone. 
 
 How well thy blessed truths agree ! 
 
 How wise and holy thy commands ! 
 Thy promises, how firm they be ! 
 
 How firm our hope and comforts stand 
 
 Not the feign'd fields of heath'nish bliss, 
 Could raise such pleasures in the mind 
 
 Nor does the Turkish Paradise 
 Pretend to joys so much refin'd. 
 
 Should all the forms that men devise, 
 Assault my faith with treach'rous art. 
 
 I'd call them vanity and lies, 
 And bind the gospel to my heart 
 
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 HYMN 46. L. M. 
 
 Great was the day, the joy was great, 
 When the divine disciples met; 
 Whilst on their heads the spirit came, 
 And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 
 
 What gifts, what miracles he gave, 
 And power to give and power to save ; 
 Furnished their tongues with wond'rous words 
 Instead of shields, and spears and swords. 
 
 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 " Go, and assert your Saviour's cause ; 
 Go, spread the myst'ry of his cross," 
 
 These weapons of the holy war, 
 Of what almighty force they are, 
 To make our stubborn passions bow, 
 And lay the proudest rebel low. 
 
 Nations, the learned and the rude, 
 Are by these heavenly arms subdu'd ; 
 While satan rages at "his loss, 
 And hates the doctrine of the cross. 
 
 Great King of grace, my heart subdue ; 
 I would be led in triumph too, 
 A willing captive to my Lord, 
 And sing the vict'ries of his word. 
 
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 HYMN 47. CM. 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 My friends devoutly say, 
 " In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 And keep the solemn day !" 
 
 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. 
 
 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,. 
 
 The holy tribes repair; 
 The Son of David holds his throne, 
 
 And sits in judgment there. 
 
 He hears our praises and complaints ; 
 
 And while his awful voice 
 Divides the sinners from the saints,, 
 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 Peace be within this sacred place, 
 
 And joy a constant guest! 
 With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
 
 Be her attendants blest. 
 
 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
 While life or breath remains : 
 
 There my best friends, my kindred dwell,. 
 There God my Saviour reigns.. 
 
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 HYMN 48. S. M. 
 
 How charming is the place, 
 Where my Redeemer God 
 
 Unveils the beauties of his face, 
 And sheds his love abroad ! 
 
 Not the fair palaces 
 
 To which the great resort, 
 Are once to be compared with this, 
 
 Where Jesus holds his court. 
 
 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
 With radiant glory crown'd, 
 
 Our joyful eyes behold him sit, 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 To him their prayers and cries 
 Each humble soul presents ; 
 
 He listens to their broken sighs, 
 And grants them all their wants. 
 
 To them his sovereign will 
 
 He graciously imparts ; 
 And in return accepts with smiles, 
 
 The tribute of their hearts. 
 
 Give me, 0 Lord, a place 
 
 Within thy blest abode, 
 Among the children of thy grace, 
 
 The servants of my God. 
 
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 HYMN 49. C. M. 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
 
 That saw the Lord arise ; 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 
 And these rejoicing eyes ! 
 
 The King himself comes near, 
 
 And feasts his saints to-day ; 
 Here we may sit and see him here, 
 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 One day amidst the place 
 Where my dear Lord is seen, 
 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sin. 
 
 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 HYMN 50. C. M. 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, 
 To show thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, 
 No mortal care shall seize my breast; 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound. 
 
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 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
 And bless his works and bless his word ; 
 Thy works of grace how bright they shine, . 
 How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 
 
 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; 
 Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
 Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 
 Blast them in everlasting death. 
 
 But I shall share a glorious part, 
 When grace hath well refin'd my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joys are shed, 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 
 
 Sin, (my worst enemy before,) 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; 
 My inward foes shall all be slain, 
 Nor satan break my peace again. 
 
 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
 All I desir'd or wish'd below ; 
 And every power find sweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 HYMN 51. C. M. 
 
 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. 
 
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 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I saw the Lord — 
 
 Where is that soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ! 
 
 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But now I find an aching void 
 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 Return, 0 heavenly Dove ! return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worship none but thee. 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 
 And purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 52. C. M. 
 
 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. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 
 My great Redeemer's throne; 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 0 for a lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean, 
 Which neither lite nor death can part 
 
 From Him that dwells within. 
 
 A heart in every thought renew'd, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
 
 A copy, Lord, of thine. 
 
 Thy tender heart is still the same, 
 •'• And melts at human woe ; 
 Jesus, for thee distress'd I am, 
 I want thy love to know. 
 
 My heart, thou know'st, can never rest 
 Till thou create my peace ; 
 
 Till of my Eden repossess'd — 
 From ev'ry sin I cease. 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 I Write thy new name upon my heart, 
 Thy new, best name of love. 
 
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 HYMN 53. C. M. 
 
 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm, 
 In smiling crowds draw near ; 
 
 And turn from every mortal charm, 
 The Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 
 
 Stoops to converse with you, 
 And lays his radiant glories by, 
 
 Your friendship to pursue. 
 
 " The soul that longs to see my face 
 
 Is sure my love to gain ; 
 And those that early seek my grace, 
 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
 
 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 
 
 If once compared to thee ? 
 What beauty should command my love ? 
 
 Like what is Christ I see ? 
 
 Away, ye false delusive toys, 
 
 Vain tempters of the mind ! 
 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,. 
 
 And here true bliss I find. 
 
 HYMN 54. L. M. 
 
 Ye lovely tribes of smiling youth, 
 Attend the voice of sacred truth ; 
 Your parents' hope, and joy, and boast, 
 Let not the word on you be lost. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 As plants you flourish, thrive, and grow 
 But do you God the Saviour know ? 
 In age and stature you increase, 
 But do you know the God of* grace ? 
 
 Ah! let not sin consume the prime 
 Of youthful, healthful, precious time ! 
 Do not these golden hours employ 
 In pride, and fleeting carnal joy. 
 
 As plants of piety and grace, 
 The strength and glory of our race, 
 O may you grow, and thrive, and shine, 
 In beauties heavenly and divine. 
 
 Dear Lord ! bow down thy gracious ear, 
 Regard each pious parent's prayer ; 
 Bless our beloved rising race, 
 And crown their souls with saving grace 
 
 HYMX 55. CM. 
 
 Happy is he whose early years 
 
 Receive instruction well ; 
 Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 
 
 The road that leads to hell. 
 
 Our youth devoted to the Lord, 
 
 Is pleasing in his eyes, 
 A flower, when offer'd in the bud, 
 
 Is no vain sacrifice. 
 
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 'Tis easier work, if we begin 
 
 To serve the Lord betimes ; 
 While sinners, who grow old in sin, 
 
 Are harden'd in their crimes. 
 
 It saves us from a thousand fears, 
 
 To mind religion young; 
 With joy it crowns succeeding years. 
 
 And renders virtue strong. 
 
 To thee, Almighty God, to thee, 
 
 Our hearts we now resign ; 
 'Twill please us to look back and see 
 
 That our whole lives were thine. 
 
 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise, 
 Whilst we have life and breath ; 
 
 Thus, we're prepar'd for longer days. 
 Or fit for earlier death. 
 
 HYMN 56. L. M. 
 
 Where two or three, with sweet accord, 
 Obedient to their heavenly Lord, 
 Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 And offer solemn pra) r er and praise — 
 
 " There," saith the Saviour, " I will be 
 Amidst the little company ; 
 To them unve ; .l my smiling face, 
 And shed my glories round the place." 
 
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 We've met at thy command, dear Lord, 
 Relying on thy faithful word ; 
 Now send thy spirit from above, 
 And fill our hearts with heavenly love. 
 
 HYMN 57. C M. 
 
 How precious is the book divine. 
 
 By inspiration given ! 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 
 
 In this dark vale 0/ tears ; 
 Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, 
 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 Of life, shall guide our way ; 
 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 HYMN 58. C. M, 
 
 Jesus, with all the bless'd above, 
 
 I beg to bear some part ; 
 To praise the God of truth and love, 
 
 And sing his bleeding heart. 
 
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 Eternal thanks to God on high, 
 Who bought me with his blood ; 
 
 I was the wretch condemn'd to die, 
 But in the gap he stood. 
 
 That heavenly friend who rescu'd me 
 From satan's grievous chains, 
 
 To him eternal glory be, 
 While God himself remains. 
 
 Hosanna to the exalted Lamb, 
 Honor and thanks and praise : 
 
 My Lord, how precious is thy name, 
 How glorious is thy grace. 
 
 From earthly joys call off my love, 
 
 And fix my heart aright ; 
 Inspire my soul to sing above — 
 
 No more to walk by sight. 
 
 Vain world, I say, your suit forbear, 
 Through grace I you defy; 
 
 I rate my precious soul too dear 
 For all your wealth to buy. 
 
 Whisper no more within mine ear. 
 
 Nor tempt my soul anew ; 
 I cannot buy your bliss so dear, 
 
 Nor part with Christ for you. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 59. L. M. 
 
 That name to me sounds ever sweet, 
 ! Where grace and truth do always meet, 
 Where righteousness doth peace embrace, 
 And opens wide a store of grace. 
 
 A meeting place it is indeed, 
 Where mercy meets a sinner's need, 
 And opens wide a gracious store, 
 Sufficient to relieve the poor. 
 
 Hark ! don't you hear the heavenly call? 
 It soundeth loud ; it is to all ; 
 To high and low, to bond and free, 
 That none may say, 'tis not for me. 
 
 " Ho ! every one that thirsts," he cries, 
 " Here's wine and milk, and large supplies, 
 Come now to me, and drink your fill, 
 'Tis free for whosoever will." 
 
 " Come now, receive, I ask no pay, 
 But freely give it all away, 
 I To all that do my word believe, 
 And freely now my grace receive." 
 
 HYMN 60. CM. 
 
 \ Yonder, amazing sight ! I see 
 
 Th' incranate son of God, 
 I Expiring on th 5 accursed tree, 
 
 And weltering in his blood. 
 
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 Behold a purple torrent run 
 
 Down from his hands and head; 
 
 The crimson tide puts out the sun, 
 His groans awake the dead. 
 
 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, 
 
 Proclaim the truth aloud ; 
 And, with th' amaz'd centurion, cry, 
 
 "This is the Son of God!" 
 
 So great, so vast a sacrifice, 
 May well my hopes revive ; 
 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies. 
 The sinner sure may live. 
 
 O, that these cords of love divine 
 Might draw me, Lord to thee ! 
 
 Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine, 
 Thine" it shall ever be. 
 
 HYMN 61. L. M. 
 
 'Tis my desire with God to walk, 
 And with his children pray and talk ; 
 Tho' I should persecuted be, 
 Jesus did suffer so for me. 
 
 'Tis my desire baptiz'd to be, 
 As a command, O Lord, from thee ; 
 To be baptiz'd like Christ my God, 
 Who was immersed in Jordan's flood. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 5 Ti9 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. 
 
 'Tis my desire with saints to meet, 
 And wash thy dear disciples' feet; 
 To do as Jesus Christ, my Lord, 
 Has bid me in.his holy word. 
 
 'Tis my desire to bear the cross, 
 And yield to all my Saviour's laws ; 
 To follow w r here my Jesus leads, 
 In all his words, in all his deeds. 
 
 'Tis my desire to flee from sin, 
 And ever keep my conscience clean ; 
 For Christ, to count all things but loss. 
 And glory in my Saviour's cross. 
 
 '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. 
 
 'Tis my desire, above the rest, 
 Like John, to lean on Jesus' breast j 
 To live as I would wish to die, 
 And then to dwell with God on high. 
 
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 HYMN 62. C. M. 
 
 My God, my portion, and my love, 
 
 My everlasting all ! 
 I've none but thee in heaven above, 
 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 What empty things are all the skies, 
 
 And this inferior clod ! 
 There's nothing here deserves my joys, 
 
 There's nothing like my God. 
 
 In vain the bright and burning sun, 
 
 Scatters his feeble light ; 
 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon ; 
 
 If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 
 
 And whilst upon my restless bed 
 
 Amongst the shades I roll, 
 If my Redeemer shows his head, 
 
 'Tis morning with my soul. 
 
 To thee I owe my wealth and friends, 
 
 And health and safe abode ; 
 Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 
 
 But they are not my God. 
 
 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, 
 
 If once compar'd to thee ; 
 Or what's my safety or my health, 
 
 Or all my friends to me. 
 
WORSHIP, 
 
 Were I possessor of the earth, 
 And call'd the stars my own, 
 
 Without thy graces and thyself, 
 I were a wretch undone. 
 
 Let others stretch their arms like seas r 
 And grasp in all the shore ; 
 
 Grant me the visits of thy grace, 
 And I desire no more. 
 
 HYMN 63. S. M. 
 
 My God, my life, my love, 
 
 To thee, to thee I call; 
 I cannot live if thou remove, 
 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
 Thy shining grace can cheer 
 This dungeon where I dwell ; 
 
 'Tis paradise if thou art here, 
 If thou depart, 'tis hell. 
 
 The smilings of thy face, 
 
 How amiable they are ! 
 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, 
 
 And no where else but there. 
 
 To thee, and thee alone, 
 The angels owe their bliss ; 
 
 They sit around thy gracious throne, 
 And dwell where Jesus is. 
 
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 Not all the harps above, 
 
 Could make a heavenly place, 
 
 If God his residence remove, 
 Or but conceal his i'ace. 
 
 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 
 
 Can one delight afford ; 
 No, not a drop of real joy, 
 
 Without thy presence, Lord, 
 
 Thou art the sea of love, 
 Where all my pleasures roll, 
 
 The circle where my passions move, 
 And centre of my soul. 
 
 To thee I daily fly 
 
 By prayer, with warm desire, 
 And yet how far from thee I lie, 
 
 Dear Jesus, raise me higher. 
 
 HYMN 64. C. M. 
 
 My God, the spring of all my joys, 
 
 The life of my delights, 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 
 And comfort of my nights. 
 
 In darkest shades, if he appear, 
 
 My dawning is begun ; 
 He is my soul's sweet morning star, 
 
 And he my rising sun. 
 
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 The op'ning heavens around me shine 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 
 While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 
 And whispers — I am his. 
 
 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 
 At that transporting word; 
 
 Run up with joy the shining way 
 T' embrace my dearest Lord. 
 
 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 
 I'd break-through every foe; 
 
 The wings of love, and arms of faith, 
 Should bear me, conqueror, through. 
 
 HYMN 65. C. M. 
 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed ! 
 
 Did my Redeemer die ? 
 Would he devote that sacred head, 
 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 
 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, 
 And bath'd in its own blood, 
 
 While, all expos'd to wrath divine, 
 The glorious suff'rer stood!] 
 
 Was it for crimes that I had done 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? 
 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree, 
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 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When Chri&t the mighty maker died, 
 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
 Thus I might hide my blushing face, 
 While his dear cross appears, 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt mine eyes in tears. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 66. L. M. 
 
 Life is the time to serve the Lord; 
 The time to insure the great reward ; 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vilest sinner may return. 
 
 [Life is the hour that God has given 
 To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven; 
 The day of grace, and mortals may 
 Secure the blessing3 of the day.] 
 
 The living know that they must die, 
 But all the dead forgotten lie; 
 Their memory and their sense are gone. 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 [Their hatred and their love are lost, 
 Their envy buried in the dust; 
 They have no share in all that's done 
 Beneath the circuit of the sun.] 
 
 Then what my thoughts design to do, 
 My hands, with all your might pursue; 
 Since no device nor work is found, 
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 
 
 There are no acts of pardon pass'd 
 In the cold grave, to which we haste; 
 But darkness, death, and long despair 
 Reign in eternal silence there. 
 
 HYMN 67. L. M. 
 
 O for a glance of heavenly day, 
 To take this stubborn stone away, 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine. 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine, 
 
 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake. 
 The seas can roar, the mountains shake; 
 Of feeling all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 To hear the sorrows the u hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt; 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing moves this heart of mint. 
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 Thy judgments too, unmov'd I hear, 
 Amazing thought! which devils fear- 
 Goodness, and wrath, in vain combine. 
 To stir this stupid heart of mine. 
 
 But something, Lord, can do the deed, 
 And that dear something, much I need — - 
 Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 
 And move, and melt this heart of mine, 
 
 HYMN 68. S. M. 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in heavenly love ; 
 
 This fellowship in kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 Before our Father's throne 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 We share our mutual woes, 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear ; 
 And often for esch other flows 
 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain; 
 But yet we still are joinM in heart* 
 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our courage on the way; 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 
 And longs to see the day, 
 
 When from our toil and pain, 
 
 And sin, we shall be free; 
 And in pure love and friendship reign 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 69. C. M. 
 
 Try us, 0 God, and search the ground 
 
 Of every sinful heart; 
 Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
 
 O bid it all depart. 
 
 When to the right or left we stray, 
 
 Leave us not comfortless; 
 But guide our feet into the way 
 
 Of everlasting peace. 
 
 Help us to help each other, Lord, 
 Each other's cross to bear; 
 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 And feel his brother's care. 
 
 Help us to build each other up, 
 
 Our little stock improve, 
 Increase our faith, confirm our hope* 
 
 And perfect us in love. 
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 Up into thee, our living head, 
 
 Let us in all things grow ; 
 Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
 
 And spotless here below. 
 
 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 
 
 Receive thy ready bride ; 
 Give us in heaven a happy lot, 
 
 With all the sanctified. 
 
 HYMN 70. S. M. 
 
 A charge to keep I have, 
 
 A God to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 O may it all my power engage 
 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to Jive ; 
 And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare, 
 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 Assur'd if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall forever die. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 71. C. M. 
 
 The soul that would to Jesus press, 
 Must fix this firm anil sure — 
 
 That tribulation, more or less, 
 They must and shall endure. 
 
 From this there can be none exempt ; 
 
 'Tis God's most wise decree ; 
 Satan the weakest saint will tempt, 
 
 Nor is the strongest free. 
 
 The world opposes from without, 
 
 And unbelief within ; 
 We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt, 
 
 And feel the load of sin. 
 
 Glad frames too often lift us up, 
 And then how proud we grow! 
 
 Till sad desertion makes us droop, 
 And down we sink as low. 
 
 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares, 
 To catch the wand 'ring heart; 
 
 And seldom do we see the snares, 
 Before we feel the smart. 
 
 But let not all this terrify; 
 
 Pursue the narrow path ; 
 Look to the Lord with steadfast eye 
 
 And fight with hell by faith* 
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 Though we are feeble, Christ is strong, 
 
 His promises are true ; 
 We shall be conq'rors all, ere long, 
 And more than conq'rors too. 
 
 HYMN 72. C. M. 
 
 Sinners, the voice of God regard, 
 
 Tis mercy speaks to-day, 
 He calls you by the gospel Word, 
 
 From sin's destructive way. 
 
 Why will you, in the crooked ways 
 
 Of sin and lolly go ? 
 In pain you travel all your days, 
 
 To reap eternal woe. 
 
 But he that turns to God shall live, 
 Through his abounding grace ; 
 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive 
 Of those that seek his face. 
 
 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 
 
 Renouncing every sin ; 
 Submit to him, your gracious Lord, 
 
 And learn his will divine. 
 
 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ; 
 
 He pardons like a God ; 
 He will forgive your num'rous faults. 
 
 Through a Redeemer's blood. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 73. C. M. 
 
 Jesus, Redeemer of mankind, 
 
 Display Ihy saving power ; 
 Thy mercy let these outcasts find, 
 
 And know their gracious hour. 
 
 Ah ! give them, Lord, a longer space, 
 
 Nor suddenly consume ; 
 But let them take the proffer'd grace, 
 
 And flee the wrath to come. 
 
 O wouldst thou cast a pitying look, 
 
 All goodness as thou art, 
 Like that which faithless Peter's broke, 
 
 On each obdurate heart! 
 
 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, 
 
 And crucified afresh, 
 Touch with thine all victorious blood, 
 
 x\nd turn the stone to flesh. 
 
 Open their eyes thy cross to see, 
 
 Their ears to hear thy cries : 
 Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee, 
 
 For thee he weeps and dies. 
 
 All the day long he meekly stands, 
 
 His rebels to receive, 
 And shows his wounds, and spreads his 
 
 And bids you turn and live, [hands, 
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 HYMN 74. S. M. 
 
 How beauteous are their feet, 
 
 Who stand on Zion's hill, 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 How charming is their voice, 
 How sweet the tidings are : 
 
 Zion, behold thy Saviour King, 
 He reigns and triumphs here ! 
 
 How happy are our ears, 
 That hear this joyful sound ! 
 
 Which kings and prophets waited for. 
 And sought, but never found. 
 
 How blessed are our eyes, 
 That see this heavenly light; 
 
 Prophets and kings desired it long, 
 But died without the sight. 
 
 The watchmen join their voice, 
 And tuneful notes employ; 
 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 
 The Lord makes bare his arm 
 Through all the earth abroad; 
 
 Let every nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God ! 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 15. C. M. 
 
 Salvation, Oh ! the joyful sound! 
 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 A healing balm for every wound, 
 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 
 At hell's dark door we lay; 
 But, we arise by grace divine, 
 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 HYMN 76. S. M. 
 
 Hungry, and faint, and poor, 
 
 Behold us, Lord, again, 
 Assembled at thy mercy's door, 
 
 Thy bounty to obtain. 
 Thy word invites us nigh, 
 
 Or we must starve indeed; 
 For we no money have to buy, 
 
 No righteousness to plead. 
 The food our spirits want, 
 
 Thy hand alone can give; 
 O hear the prayer of faith, and grant, 
 
 That we may eat and liva. 
 
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 HYMN 77. CM. 
 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair, 
 
 We, wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 He saw — and (0 amazing love!) • 
 
 He ran to our relief. 
 Down from the shining seats above. 
 
 With joyful haste he fled, 
 Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, 
 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 O! for this love let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break, 
 And all harmonious human tongue9 
 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 78. CM. 
 
 Why should this earth delight us so? 
 
 Why should we fix our eyes 
 On these low grounds, where sorrows gro' 
 
 And ev'ry pleasure dies? 
 
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 While time his sharpest teeth prepares. 
 
 Our comforts to devour, 
 There is a land above the stars, 
 And joys above his pow'r. 
 
 Nature shall be dissolv'd, and die, 
 The sun must end his race ; 
 
 The earth and sea forever fly 
 Before my Saviour's face. 
 
 When will that glorious morning rise, 
 When the last trumpet's sound 
 
 Shall call the nations to the skies, 
 From underneath the ground ? 
 
 HYMN" 79. C. M. 
 
 When - all thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 
 In wonder, love and praise. 
 
 Thy providence my life sustain'd, 
 And all my wants redress'd, 
 
 When in the silent womb I lay, 
 Or hung upon the breast. 
 
 To all my weak complaints and cries 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 
 
 To form themselves in prayer. 
 
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 Unnumber'd comforts on my souJ 
 
 Thy tender care bestow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd 
 
 From whom those comforts flow'd» ■ 
 
 While in the slippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 
 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths 
 
 It gently clear'd my way ; 
 P -eserv'd my life, maintain'd my breath. 
 
 To see this glorious day! 
 
 N>w, Lord, to thee I offer up 
 
 This sacrifice of praise, 
 And in thy service mean to spend 
 
 The remnant of my days. 
 
 HYMN 80. C. M. 
 
 B -est with the joys of innocence. 
 
 Adam, our father, stood, 
 Till he debas'd his soul to sense, 
 
 And ate th' unlawful food. 
 
 Ndw we are born a sensual race,. 
 
 To sinful joys inclin'd ; 
 R iason has lost its native place,. 
 
 And flesh enslaves the mind. 
 
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 Wliile flesh, and sense, and passion reign, 
 
 Sin is the sweetest good ; 
 We fancy music in our chains, 
 And so forget the load. 
 
 Great God ! renew onr ruin'd frame, 
 
 Our broken, powers restore ; 
 Inspire us with a heavenly flame. 
 
 And flesh shall reign no more ! 
 
 Eternal Spirit, write thy law 
 
 Upon our inward parts, 
 And let the second Adam draw 
 
 His image on our hearts. 
 
 HYMN 81. 6. M- 
 
 Destruction's dangerous road 
 
 What multitudes pursue ! 
 While that which leads the soul to God, 
 
 Is known or sought by few. 
 
 Believers enter in 
 
 By Christ the living gate, 
 But those who will not leave their sin, 
 
 Complain it is too strait. 
 
 If self must be denied. 
 
 And sin forsaken quite, 
 They rather choose the way that's wide, 
 
 ADd strive to think it right 
 
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 Encompass'd by a throng, 
 On numbers they depend; 
 
 So many, surely, can't be wrong. 
 And miss a happy end. 
 
 But numbers are no mark 
 
 That men will right be found; 
 
 A few were sav'd in Noah's ark. 
 For many millions drown'd. 
 
 Obey the gospel call, 
 
 And enter while you may ; 
 
 The flock of Christ is always small, 
 And none are safe but they. 
 
 Lord, open sinners' eyes, 
 
 Their awful state to see ; 
 And cause them, ere the storm arise, 
 
 To thee for safety flee. 
 
 HYMN 82. C. M. 
 
 Jesus, Great Shepherd of thy sheep, 
 
 To thee, for help we fly; 
 Thy little flock in safety keep, 
 
 Whene'er the wolf is nigh. 
 
 He comes, of hellish malice full, 
 
 To scatter, tear and slay; 
 And seizes every straggling soul 
 
 As his own lawful prey. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 Us, into thy protection take, 
 And gather with thine arm ; 
 
 Unless the fold we first forsake, 
 The wolf can do no harm. 
 
 We laugh to scorn his rav'ning pow'r, 
 
 While by our Shepherd's side; 
 The sheep he never can devour, 
 'Unless he first divide. 
 
 O, do not suffer him to part 
 The souls that here agree ; 
 
 But make us of one mind and heart, 
 And keep us near to thee. 
 
 Together let us sweetly live, 
 
 Together let us die ; 
 And each a starry crown receive, 
 
 And reign above the sky. 
 
 HYMN 83. C. M. 
 
 Down headlong from the native skies, 
 
 The rebel-angels fell, 
 And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath 
 
 Pursu'd them down to hell. 
 
 Down from the top of earthly bliss, 
 Rebellious man was hurl*d ; 
 
 And Jesus stoop 'd beneath the grave, 
 To reach a sinking world. 
 
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 Oh, love of infinite degree ! 
 
 Immeasurable grace ! 
 Must heaven's eternal darling die, 
 
 To save our sinful race ? 
 
 Must angels sink forever down, 
 And burn in quenchless fire, 
 
 While God forsakes his shining throne, 
 To raise us wretches higher? 
 
 Oh, for this love, let earth and skies 
 
 With hallelujahs ring, 
 And the full choir of human tongues 
 
 Loud hallelujahs sing. 
 
 HYMN 84. C. M. 
 
 Did Christ, the holy and the just, 
 The Lord of earth and skies, 
 
 Stoop down to men who dwell in dust, 
 That dying souls might rise ? 
 
 The glorious Lord did leave his throne, 
 
 His radiant seat on high, 
 Amazing mercy, love unknown, 
 
 To suffer, bleed and die. 
 
 Just as the flaming sword awoke, 
 
 To smite the rebel race, 
 Christ stood between, and took the stro! 
 
 And suffer d in their place. 
 
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 What wonders of redemption dwell 
 
 In the atoning blood ; 
 Like brands we're pluck'd from death and 
 
 And reconcil'd to God. [hell, 
 
 While we our humble homage pay 
 
 Ten thousand thanks to thee, 
 May every heart with rapture say, 
 
 The Saviour died for ine. 
 
 Had I ten thousand hearts, my King, 
 
 I'd give them all to thee ; 
 Had I ten thousand tongues to sing, 
 
 I'd join the harmony. 
 
 HYNN 85. C. M. 
 
 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne. 
 Bids the whole earth draw nigh. 
 
 The nations near the rising sun, 
 And near the western sky. 
 
 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 
 "Judgment will ne'er begin," 
 
 No more abuse his long delay, 
 To impudence and sin. 
 
 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come, 
 Bright flames prepare his way; 
 
 Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, 
 Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
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 Heaven from above his call shall hear. 
 
 Attending angels corne, 
 And earth and hell shall know and fear, 
 His justice and their doom. 
 
 " But gather first 4 my saints,' he cries, 
 ''Whose peace was made with God, 
 
 " By the Redeemer's sacrifice, 
 " Who seal'd it with his blood. 
 
 "'Their faith and works, brought forth to light, 
 " Shall make the world confess 
 
 "My sentence of reward is right, 
 " And heaven adore the grace." 
 
 HYMN 86. S. M. 
 
 Behold! with awful pomp, 
 The Judge prepares to come, 
 
 Th' archangel sounds the dreadful trump ; 
 And wakes the gen'ral doom. 
 
 Nature, in wild amaze, 
 
 Her dissolution mourns, 
 Blushes of blood the moon deface ; 
 
 The sun to darkness turns. 
 
 The living look with dread; 
 
 The frighted dead arise : 
 Start from the monumental bed. 
 
 And lift their ghastly eyeg.. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 Horror all hearts appal, 
 
 They quake ; they shriek ; they cry ; 
 Bid rocks and mountains on them fall; 
 
 But rocks and mountains fly. 
 
 Ye willful, wanton fools, 
 Let dangers make you wise ; 
 
 Carnal professors, careless souls. 
 Unclose your sleeping eyes. 
 
 'Tis time we all awake ; 
 
 The dreadful day draws near; 
 Sinners, your proud presumption check. 
 
 And stop your wild career. 
 
 Now is th' accepted time, 
 
 To Christ for mercy fly ; 
 0 turn, repent, and trust in him ; 
 
 And you shall never die. 
 
 Great God, in whom we live, 
 
 Prepare us for that day, 
 Help us in Jesus to believe, 
 
 To watch, and wait, and pray. 
 
 HYMN 87. C. M. 
 
 And must I be to judgment brought, 
 
 And answer in that day, 
 For every vain and idle thought, 
 
 And every word I say ? 
 
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 Yes, every secret of my heart 
 Shall shortly be made known. 
 
 And I receive my just desert 
 For all that I have done. 
 
 How careful then ought I to live ! 
 
 With what religious fear, 
 Who such a strict account must give 
 
 For my behavior here ! 
 
 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, 
 The watchful power bestow; 
 
 So shall I to my ways take heed, 
 To all I speak or do. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 88. C. M. 
 
 That awful day will surely come, 
 Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
 
 •When I must stand before my Judge, 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 
 
 Thou ruler of my heart, 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice* 
 
 Pxoaouncu the sound "departs" 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 The thunder of that awful word, 
 
 Would so torment my ear, 
 'T would tear my soul asunder, Lord, 
 
 With most tormenting fear. 
 What ! to be banish'd from my Lord, 
 
 And yet forbid to die ! 
 To linger in eternal pain, 
 
 And death forever fly ! 
 0 wretched state of deep despair. 
 
 To see my God remove, 
 And fix my doleful station where 
 
 I must not taste his love ! 
 
 HYMN 89. S. Mi 
 
 Oxce more, before we part, 
 We'll bless the Saviour's name; 
 
 Record his mercies, every heart, 
 Sing every tongue the same. 
 
 Hoard up the sacred word, 
 And feed thereon and grow, 
 
 Go on to seek, to know the Lord, 
 And practice what you know. 
 
 HYMN 90. L. M. 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessing. Lord, 
 Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
 All that has been amiss forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
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 Though we are guilty, thou art good, 
 Wash all our souls in Jesus' blood ; 
 From sin, and guilt, and wo release, 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 HYMN 91. L. M. 
 The peace which God alone reveals, 
 
 And by his word of grace imparts, 
 Which only the believer feels, 
 
 Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts. 
 And may the Holy Three in One, 
 
 The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
 Pour an abundant blessing down 
 
 On ev'ry soul assembled here. 
 
 HYMN 92. C. M. 
 
 Now pilgrims, let us go in peace, 
 
 While through this world we rove, 
 'Till all these parting moments cease, 
 
 And we shall meet above. 
 Though trials here our souls annoy, 
 
 And foes beset the road, 
 We're hast'ning to eternal joy, 
 
 Where we shall rest with God. 
 
 Let us rejoice in God our King, 
 While pilgrims here we rove, 
 
 And join with heart and voice to sing 
 Tha wonders of his love. 
 
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 Soon we shall reach the heavenly land, 
 And tread the peaceful shore, 
 
 Where we shall join the glorious band, 
 Our Jesus to adore. 
 
 Oh, the transporting scenes of bliss, 
 Our souls shall then enjoy ! 
 
 For if we be where Jesus is, 
 There's nothing can annoy. 
 
 HYMN 93. L. M. 
 
 Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part, 
 Since we are all bound up in heart, 
 No length of days, nor distant space, 
 Shall ever break these bands of grace. 
 
 Parting, with joy we'll join to sing 
 The wonders of our heavenly King; 
 Our bodies, distant may remove, 
 But nothing shall divide our love. 
 
 In vain may earth and hell combine, 
 To quench that love which is divine ; 
 It will not cease with dying breath, 
 Nor cool, when we are cold" in death. 
 
 And now, in love with Jesus' name, 
 Let bodies part to spread his fame, 
 That other souls may leave their woe, 
 And share with us in glory too. 
 
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 A few more clays, or months, or years, 
 Shall bring a period to our tears ; 
 And we shall reach the blissful shore, 
 Where parting hours are known no more. 
 
 There shall our souls adore the hand 
 That led us through this desert land ; 
 Lose all our griefs, forget our pains, 
 And join in everlasting strains. 
 
 HYMN 94. CM. 
 
 What poor despised company 
 
 Of travelers are these, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 
 Along the rugged maze ? 
 
 Ah, these are of a royal line, 
 
 All children of a King ; 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 
 And lo ! for joy they sing. 
 
 Why then do they appear so mean, 
 
 And why so much despis'd ? 
 Because of their rich robes, unseen, 
 
 The world is not apprised. 
 
 But some of them seem poor, distress'd, 
 
 And Kicking daily bread — 
 Ah, they're of boundless wealth possess'd* 
 
 With hidden manna fed. 
 
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 But why keep they that narrow road, 
 That rugged, thorny maze ? 
 
 Why that's^the way their Leader trod, 
 They love and keep his ways. 
 
 Why do they shun the pleasing path, 
 That worldlings love so well? 
 
 Because that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 What ? is there then no other road, 
 To Salem's happy ground? — 
 
 Christ is the only way to God, 
 No other can be found. 
 
 HYMN 95. 8s & 6s. 
 
 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 Jjrdan's flood; 
 On wings of love we'll soar above, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 The city hath foundations twelve, 
 
 And golden gates the same, 
 All paved and set with diamonds bright 
 
 On each engraved a name. 
 
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 All round this glorious city, shine 
 The walls of dazzling gold ; 
 
 No mortal eye can reach so high, 
 Those glories to "behold. 
 
 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. * 
 
 Bright shining armies there to join, 
 
 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. 
 
 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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 HYMN 96. C. Mi 
 
 0 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. 
 
 A few more rolling years at most, 
 "Will land my soul on Canaan's coast ; 
 There, on the mount of sweet repose, 
 I'll bid adieu to all my woes. 
 
 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. 
 
 O what a happy time 'twill be, 
 When I my friends in heaven shall see, 
 When we shall reach that happy shore; 
 There we may tell our sufferings o'er 
 
 0 what a happy company ! 
 May I be there that sight to see, 
 And join in praise to Jesus' name, 
 All glorious in Jerusalem. 
 
 1 little thought he was so nigh ; . 
 His presence makes me leap with joy, 
 He said, " I'm come for thee my love, 
 I have a place for thee above." 
 
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 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. 
 
 HYMN 97. C. M. 
 
 Lord, when together here we meet, 
 And taste thy heav'nly grace, 
 
 Thy smiles are so divinely sweet 
 We're loth to leave the place. 
 
 Yet, Father since it is thy will 
 
 That we must part again, 
 O let thy precious presence still 
 
 With ev'ry one remain. 
 
 Thus let us all in Christ be one, 
 Bound with the chords of love, 
 
 Till we around thy glorious throne. 
 Shall joyous meet above. 
 
 Where sin and sorrow from each heart, 
 
 Shall then forever fly, 
 And not one thought that we shall part, 
 
 Once intercept our joy. 
 
 Where, fiee from all distracting pains, 
 
 Our spirits ne'er shall tire; 
 But in seraphic, heav'nly strains, 
 
 Redeeming love admire. 
 
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 And thus, through all eternity, 
 
 Upon the heav'nly shore, 
 The great, mysterious One in Three, 
 
 Jehovah, we'll adore. 
 
 MYMN 98. C. M. 
 
 Through thee, we now together came 
 
 In singleness of heart; 
 We met, O Jesus, in thy name, 
 
 And in thy name we part. 
 
 We part in body, not in mind ; 
 
 Our minds continue one ; 
 And each to each in Jesus join'd, 
 
 We hand in hand go on. 
 
 Subsist as in us all, one soul : 
 No power can make us twain ; 
 
 Though mountains rise, and oceans roll,. • 
 They sever us in vain. 
 
 Present we still in spirit are, 
 
 And intimately nigh ; 
 While on the wings of faith and prayer 
 
 We to each other fly. 
 
 Our life is hid in Christ with God ; 
 
 Our life shall soon appear ; 
 And spread his glory all abroad 
 
 In all his members here. . 
 
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 BAPTISM. 
 
 Our bodies then like his shall shine; 
 
 Immortal we shall rise ; 
 And in his image, all divine, 
 
 As one, we'll take the prize. 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 HYMN 99. C. M. 
 
 Dear Lord, and has thy pard'ning blood 
 
 Redeem'd a wretch so vile ! 
 Then kindly bid each cloud remove, 
 
 And bless me with thy smile. 
 
 Hast thou the cross for rne endur'd, 
 
 And all its shame despis'd? 
 And shall I be asham'd, O Lord, 
 
 With thee to be baptiz'd? 
 
 Didst thou the great example lead, 
 
 In Jordan's swelling flood? 
 And shall my pride disdain the deed, 
 
 That's worthy of my God ? 
 
 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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 HYMN 100. S. M. 
 
 In such a grave as this, 
 
 The dear Redeemer lay, 
 When he our souls to seek and save, 
 
 Learn'd humbly to obey. 
 
 See how the spotless Lamb 
 
 Descends into the stream, 
 And teaches us to imitate 
 
 What hirn so well became. 
 
 Let sinners wash away 
 
 Their sins of crimson die ; 
 Buried with him, their vilest sins 
 
 Shall in oblivion lie. 
 
 Rise, and ascend with him, 
 
 A heavenly life to lead, 
 Who came to ransom guilty men, 
 
 And raise them from the dead. 
 
 Lord, see the sinner's tears ! 
 
 Hear his repenting cry! 
 Speak, and his contrite heart shall live, 
 
 Speak, and sins shall die. 
 
 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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 BAPTISM. 
 
 HYMN 101. CM. 
 
 Jn pleasure sweet here we do meet 
 
 Down by the water side ; 
 And here we stand, by Christ's command, 
 
 To wait upon his bride. 
 Here we do bid the world " farewell," 
 
 To practice his command, 
 3t is the road that leads to God, 
 
 The way to Canaan's land. 
 Now we will sing to Christ our King ; 
 
 Our souls shall give him thanks, 
 Who came to Jordan unto John, 
 
 And went down Jordan's banks. 
 Come sinners, all, obey the call, 
 
 " Repent and be baptiz'd;" 
 Forsake your sins, and follow him, 
 
 Till you in glory rise. 
 
 We've found the road that leads to God, 
 
 The way of holiness ; 
 We'll follow him, where he has been* 
 
 For all his paths are peace. 
 
 HYMN 102. C. M. 
 
 Gaze on, spectators, and behold 
 
 This blest command of God ; 
 And wonder how you can forbear 
 
 To tread this patli of love. 
 
BAPTISM. 
 
 "Come, see the place where Jesus lay;' 
 
 An angel said of old ; 
 We say the same, his grave you may, 
 
 In water, here behold. 
 
 Buried in Jordan was our Lord, 
 
 As well as in the tomb, 
 And, in obedience to his word, 
 
 We imitate the Lamb. 
 
 This ordinance is plainly given, 
 
 'Tis left upon record ; 
 Though not to save, or take to heaven, 
 
 But show we love the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 103. C. M. 
 
 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. 
 
 In vain the world and satan, try 
 
 My journey to delay; 
 " Hinder me not," to both I cry, 
 
 " For God hath crown'd my way." 
 
 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. 
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 BAPTISM. 
 
 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. 
 
 Through duty, and through trials too, 
 
 I'll go at his command; 
 "Hinder me not," for I am bound 
 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 104. C. M. 
 
 How great, how solemn is the work 
 Which we attend to-day ! 
 
 Now for a holy, solemn frame, 
 O God, to thee we pray. 
 
 O may we feel, as once we felt, 
 When pain'd and griev'd at heart. 
 
 Thy kind, forgiving, melting look, 
 Keliev'd our every smart. 
 
 Let graces then in exercise, 
 
 Be exercis'd again ; 
 And nurtur'd by celestial power, 
 
 In exercise remain. 
 
BAPTISM. 
 
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 Awake our love, our fear, our hope ! 
 
 Wake, fortitude and joy ; 
 Vain world, be gone ! let things above 
 
 Our happy thoughts employ. 
 
 Whilst thee, our Saviour and our God, 
 
 To all around we own ; 
 Drive each rebellious, rival lust, 
 
 Each traitor, from the throne. 
 
 Instruct our minds, our wills subdue, 
 To heaven our passions raise, 
 
 That hence our lives, our all, may be 
 Devoted to thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 105. S. M. 
 
 Down to the water side 
 
 Behold thy children Lord ;- 
 With freedom come to follow thee, 
 • And make thy word their guide. 
 
 The glorious Son of God, 
 
 To John the Baptist came, 
 Went meekly down bold Jordan's banks, 
 
 And was baptiz'd by him. 
 
 This by the Saviour done, 
 
 Fulfill'd all righteousness, 
 And God the Father own'd his Son, 
 
 In whom he is well pleas'd, 
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 BAPTISM. 
 
 Let each believer view 
 
 This blest example given, 
 And prove their love to his commands, 
 
 And follow him to heaven. 
 
 HYMN 106. L. M. 
 
 Do we not know that solemn word, 
 That we are buried with the Lord ; 
 Baptiz'd into his death, and then 
 Put off the body of our sin. 
 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
 Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death, 
 So from the grave did Christ arise, 
 And lives to God above the skies. 
 No more let sin and satan reign 
 Over our mortal flesh again, 
 The various lusts we serv'd before, 
 Shall have dominion now no more. 
 
 HYMN 107. C. M. 
 
 Attend, ye children of your God; 
 
 Ye heirs of glory hear ; 
 For accents so divine as these, 
 
 Might charm the dullest ear. 
 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death, 
 
 Your souls in sin must die; 
 With Christ your Lord, ye live anew ; 
 
 With Christ ascend on high. 
 
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 There, by his Father's side, he sits, 
 
 Enthron'd divinely fair; 
 Yet owns himself your brother still, 
 
 And your forerunner there. 
 
 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 
 
 On wings of faith and love ; 
 Above your choicest treasure lies, 
 
 And be your hearts above. 
 But earth and sin will drag us down, 
 
 When we attempt to fly ; 
 Lord, send thy strong attractive power 
 
 To raise and fix us high. 
 
 HYMN 108. CM. 
 
 Eternal God, now smile on those, 
 
 Who, hoping in thy word, 
 This day have publicly declar'd 
 
 That Jesus is their Lord; 
 
 With cheerful feet may they advance 
 And run the Christian race ! 
 
 And through the troubles of the way, 
 Find all-suflicient grace. 
 
 HYMN 109. L. M. 
 
 What lovely band is this I see, 
 All singing in sweet harmony; 
 Uniting round the w r ater side, 
 And praising Jesus crucified ? 
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 BAPTISM. 
 
 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 baptiz'd. 
 
 This brings to view the ancient days. 
 When first the gospel church was raised ; 
 No other mode was then devis'd — 
 Believing souls were thus baptiz'd. 
 
 Baptiz'd into the Saviour's death ; 
 Arising, liv'd the life of faith ; 
 Giving to Christ, the Lord, the praise, 
 By walking in his humble ways. 
 
 HYMN 110. Ts. 
 
 For Baptism, when administered in the Winter. 
 
 Christians, if your hearts be warm, 
 Ice and snow can do no harm ; 
 If your Lord by you is prized, 
 Now arise and be baptized. 
 
 Jesus drank the gall for you ; 
 Bore the curse to mortals due ; 
 Children, prove your love to him ; 
 Never fear the frozen stream. 
 
 Never shun the Saviour's cross ; 
 All on earth is worthless dross ; 
 If the Saviour's love you feel, 
 Let the world behold your zeal. 
 
TIIE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 Fire is good to warm the soul ; 
 Water purifies the foul ; 
 Fire and water thus agree ; 
 Winter soldiers, never flee. 
 
 Let your worship be sincere, 
 Ev'ry season of the year; 
 If the storm prevent your roam, 
 Serve your gracious God at home. 
 
 Read his sacred word by day; 
 Ever watching, always pray ; 
 Meditate his truth by night, 
 This will give you sweet delight. 
 
 When the storm of life is o'er, 
 Then you'll meet to part no more ; 
 There with pleasure you. will see 
 God, in spotless purity. 
 
 Sljc Cork's Supper. 
 
 HYMN 111. CM. 
 
 The blest memorials of thy grief, ' 
 Thy suit" rings and thy death ; 
 
 We come dear Saviour to receive, 
 But would receive with faith. 
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106 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 The tokens sent us to relieve 
 Our spirits when they droop, 
 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive 
 But would receive with hope. 
 
 The pledges thou wast pleas'd to leave 
 Our slothful minds to move. 
 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive ; 
 But w 7 ould receive with love. 
 
 Here in obedience to thy word, 
 We take the bread and wine ; 
 
 The utmost we can do, dear Lord, 
 For all beyond is thine. 
 
 Increase our faith, and hope, and love ; 
 
 Lord, give us all that's good ; 
 We would thy full salvation prove, 
 
 And share thy llesh and blood. 
 
 HYMN 112. CM. 
 
 That doleful night before his death, 
 The Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 
 Did, almost with his latest breath, 
 This solemn feast ordain. 
 
 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. 
 
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 With humble faith and thankful hearts, 
 
 Lord, we accept thy love ; 
 'Tis a rich banquet we have had. 
 
 What will it be above ! 
 
 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n, 
 Join all your praising powers ; 
 
 No theme is like redeeming love, 
 No Saviour is like ours. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 113. L. M. 
 
 'Twas on that dark, and doleful night, 
 When pow'rs of earth and hell arose 
 
 Against the Son of God's delight, 
 And friends betray 'd him to his foes. 
 
 Before the mournful scene began, 
 
 He took the bread, and bless'd and brake; 
 
 What love through all his actions ran ! 
 What wond'rous words of grace he spake ! 
 
 " This is my body, broke for sin ; 
 
 "Receive and eat the living food;" 
 Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine ; 
 
 " 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 
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 [For us his flesh with nails was torn, 
 He bore the scourge and felt the thorn ; 
 And justice pour'd upon his head 
 Its heavy vengeance, in our stead. 
 
 For us his vital blood was spilt, 
 To buy the pardon of our guilt; 
 When for black crimes of biggest size, 
 He gave his soul a sacrifice.] 
 
 "Do this," he cried, till time shall end, 
 In mem'ry of your dying friend ; 
 Meet at my table, and record 
 The love of your ascended Lord. 
 
 HYMN 114. S. M. 
 
 Jesus invites his saints 
 To meet around his board ; 
 
 Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
 For food he gives his flesh ; 
 
 He bids us drink his blood : 
 Amazing favor! matchless grace 
 
 Of our descending God ! 
 
 This holy bread and wine 
 
 Maintains our fainting breath, 
 
 By union with our living Lord, 
 And interest in his death. 
 
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 Our heavenly father calls 
 Christ and his members one ! 
 
 We, the young children of his love, 
 And he, the first-born son. 
 
 We are butsev'ral parts 
 Of the same broken bread, 
 
 The body with its several limbs, 
 But Jesus is the head. 
 
 Let all our pow'rs be join'd 
 His glorious name to raise ; 
 
 Pleasure and love fill every mind, 
 And every voice be praise. 
 
 HYMN 115. L. M. 
 
 At thy command, our dearest Lord, 
 Here we attend thy dying feast; 
 
 Thy blood, like wine, adorns the board, 
 And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 
 
 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 
 And trusts for life in one that died; 
 
 We hope for heavenly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 
 And fling their scandals on the cause; 
 
 We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
 And make our triumph in his cross. 
 
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 With 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. 
 
 HYMN 116. C. M. 
 
 Sitting around our father's board, 
 
 We raise our tuneful breath 
 Our faith beholds our dying Lord, 
 
 And dooms our sins to death. 
 We see the blood of Jesus shed, 
 
 Whence all our pardons rise ; 
 The sinner views the atonement made, 
 
 And loves the sacrifice. 
 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross, 
 
 Procure us heav'nly crowns ; 
 Our highest gain springs from thy loss ; 
 
 Our healing, from thy wounds. 
 
 Oh ! tis impossible that we, 
 
 Who dwell in feeble clay, 
 Should equal sufferings bear for thee, 
 
 Or equal thanks repay. 
 
 HYMN 11T. L. M. 
 
 "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, 4 
 
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 Thus, we'll record thy matchless grace, 
 Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends! 
 
 Thy dying love, the noblest praise 
 Of vast eternity transcends. 
 
 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give, 
 Thy goodness through these veils to see! 
 
 Thy table, food celestial yields, 
 
 And happy they who sit with thee. 
 
 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! 
 
 When these vile bodies all refinM, 
 Shall rise in likeness to thine own; 
 
 Then we shall in sweet chorus join, 
 And bow around thy sapphire throne. 
 
 EYMX 118. C. M. 
 
 The memory of our dying Lord 
 Awakes a thankful tongue ; 
 
 How rich he spread his royal board, 
 And blest the food and sung. 
 
 Happy the men that eat this bread, 
 
 But doubly blest was he 
 That gently bow'd his loving head, 
 
 And lean'd it. Lord, on thee. 
 
112 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 By faith the same delights we taste, 
 As that great favorite did, 
 
 And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, 
 And take the heavenly bread. 
 
 Down from the palace of the skies 
 Hither the King descends, 
 'Come, my beloved, eat," he cries, 
 "And drink salvation, friends." 
 
 Hosanna to his bounteous love, 
 
 For such a taste below ! 
 And yet he feeds his saints above 
 
 With nobler blessings too. 
 
 HYMN 119. CM. 
 
 How are thy glories here display'd, 
 Great God, how bright the}' shine, 
 
 While at thy word we break the bread, 
 And pour the flowing wine. 
 
 Here thy revenging justice stands, 
 And pleads its dreadful cause ; 
 
 Here, saving mercy spreads her hands, 
 Like Jesus on the cross. 
 
 Thy saints attend with every grace, 
 
 On this great sacrifice ; 
 And love appears with cheerful face* 
 
 And faith with fixed eyes. 
 
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 Our hope in waiting posture sits, 
 To heaven directs ner sight; 
 
 Here every warmer passion meets, 
 And warmer powers unite. 
 
 Zeal and revenge perform their part, 
 
 And rising sin destroy; 
 Repentance comes with aching heart, 
 
 Yet not forbids the joy. 
 
 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight, 
 
 Let sin forever die ; 
 Then shall our souls be all delight, 
 
 And every tear be dry. 
 
 HYMN 120. C. M. 
 
 Here, at thy table, Lord, we meet, 
 
 To worship and adore ; 
 Present our Saviour crucified, 
 
 And tell his sulferings o'er. 
 
 By faith we view thee crucified, 
 While we partake this bread ; 
 
 And look upon thy wounded side, 
 Thy feet, thy hands, and head. 
 
 "We view thy streaming blood, dear Lord, 
 While we partake this wine ; 
 
 Can all in heaven, or earth afford, 
 Such dying love as thine ? 
 
114 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 We feast around thy board on earth, 
 
 And hope to feast above ; 
 May Jesus feed our hungry souls, 
 
 And still increase our love. 
 
 HYMN 121. S. M. 
 
 Jesus, we thus obey, 
 
 Thy last and kindest word ; 
 Here, in thine own appointed way, 
 
 We come to meet our Lord. 
 The way thou hast enjoin'd, 
 
 Thou wilt therein appear ; 
 We come with confidence to find 
 
 Thy special presence here. 
 Whate'er the Almighty can 
 
 To pardorrd sinners give, 
 The fullness of our God made man, 
 
 We here with Christ receive. 
 
 HYMN 122. C. M. 
 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast ! 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
 
 For ev'ry humble guest. 
 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, he bids you come ; 
 0 stay not back, though fear alarms ! 
 
 For yet there still is room. 
 
THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 0 come, and with his children taste 
 The blessings of his love ; 
 
 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of nobler joys above ! 
 
 There, with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before th' eternal throne, 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice 
 
 In ecstasies unknown 
 
 And yet ten thousand thousand more. 
 
 Are welcome still to come : 
 Ye happy souls the grace adore ; 
 
 Approach, there yet is room. 
 
 HYMN 123. L. M. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down! 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 
 
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 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
 Spread o'er his body on the tree ; 
 
 Then am I dead to all the globe, 
 And all the globe is dead to me. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 124. S. M. 
 
 Lord hast thou suffer'd me 
 
 To set around thy board, 
 And in these emblems here to view 
 
 The sufferings of my Lord. 
 
 My soul, the broken bread 
 
 Shows thee thy Saviour's wound; 
 The wine, an emblem of his blood, 
 
 That trickled to the ground. 
 
 Thou cans't not love enough, 
 
 So great, so good a God ; 
 That groan'd away his life and died, 
 
 To ransom thee with blood. 
 
 Well may I bow my head, 
 And mourn, lament and cry; 
 
 When I reflect that for my sins, 
 The Lord of life should die. 
 
THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
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 I'll praise his holy name, 
 
 To him for refuge fly; 
 He died, was buried, rose again, 
 
 My soul to justify. 
 
 nYMN 125. L. M. 
 
 Wash'd in the dying Saviour's blood ; 
 Buried beneath the yielding flood ; 
 I would approach his sacred board, 
 And dedicate myself to God. 
 
 Here, Lord, I would recount thy pains, 
 And here would recollect my sins, 
 Till mingled joys and sorrows rise, 
 And gush like riv'lets from mine eyes. 
 
 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 
 What mercy runs through every word ! 
 " Oft as you taste this sacred food, 
 "Remember me, your dying God." 
 
 And can we, then, forget that love, 
 Which brought thee from the realms above! 
 Ah ! Lord, with shame and grief I tell, 
 I oft forget — thou know'st it well ! 
 
 But while I thus my crimes confess, 
 I would adore thy wondrous grace ; 
 That grace which shields my trembling soul 
 When Sinai's thunders o'er me roll ! 
 
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 HYMN 126. CM. 
 
 The Kins; of heaven his table spreads, 
 And dainties crown the board, 
 
 Not paradise with all its joys, 
 Could such delights afford. 
 
 Pardon and peace to dying men, 
 
 And endless lite are given ; 
 And the rich blood that Jesus shed, 
 
 To raise the soul to heaven. 
 
 Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd 
 
 In sins dark mazes, come ; 
 Come from the hedges and highways, 
 
 And grace will find you room. 
 
 Thousands of souls in glory now, 
 
 Were fed and feasted here, 
 And thousands more still on the way, 
 
 Around the board appear. 
 
 Yet is his house and heart so large, 
 That millions more may come ; 
 
 Nor could the wide assembled world 
 O'er fill the spacious room. 
 
 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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 lUcrsljing % Saints' fed. 
 
 HYMN 127. C M. 
 
 Disrob'd 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. 
 
 That awful nia;ht in which, betray'd, 
 
 He introdue'd the feast, 
 "Which we, my friends, have seen display "d, 
 
 "Where each has been a guest. 
 
 The solemn scene, about to close, 
 
 To make the whole complete, 
 He meekly from communion rose, 
 
 And washed his servants' feet. 
 
 "To each," he said, "let others .do, 
 
 "As I, your Lord, have done ; 
 "The heavenly pattern still pursue, 
 
 "In form as I have shown.'" 
 
 Since Christ has the example set, 
 
 And left it on record ; 
 We'll humbly wash each other's feet, 
 
 Obedient to his word. 
 
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 HYMN 128. L. M. 
 
 Jestj?, the Lord, who groan'd and died, 
 Arising from communion sweet, 
 f Disrob'd, his garment laid aside, 
 
 And washed the dear disciples' feet. 
 
 "Know you," he said, "what I have done 
 "Ye call me Lord and Master too — 
 
 "I have you an example shown, 
 
 "And as I've done, ye ought to do !" 
 
 See through this robe, that glorious dress 
 Which Christ in love laid humbly by ; 
 
 Cloth'd in a veil of mortal flesh, 
 For man to suffer, bleed, and die. 
 
 Was he begirt with napkin round ? [b 
 Learn hence that Christ the Lord wou 
 
 While here below a pattern found — 
 Servant of all, of you, of me. 
 
 His washing the disciples' feet, 
 
 Proclaims his cleansing, healing power 
 
 His reassuming all complete, 
 
 The great, the grand triumphant hour. 
 
 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. 
 
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 HYMN 129. L. M. 
 
 'Jesus, thou great exalted King, 
 Thy love, thy matchless love, I sing; 
 iDescending from thy lofty seat, 
 I see thee wash thy servants' feet ! 
 Here I behold at once display'd, 
 IThe God in mortal flesh array 'd ; 
 iAnd an example set for me, 
 I Set Christian, by thy Lord, for thee. 
 Let us attend our sovereign Lord, 
 iAnd all his words and acts record ; — 
 I have you an example set, 
 That you should wash each other's feet. 
 
 My Saviour, I obey thy. voice, 
 And in thy word and ways rejoice ; 
 iWould humbly wash thy followers' feet, — 
 '0, let me here thy presence meet. 
 
 HYMN 130. C. M. 
 
 What Christ the Lord would have us do, 
 j He gives us plain command, 
 And where he adds example too, 
 
 How can we lingering stand ? 
 To wash the feet of those he loves, 
 
 Is what the Saviour bid ; 
 And that he of this work approves, 
 
 Is plain from what he did. 
 
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 O Saviour, take my pride and shame, 
 
 And unbelief away ; 
 Then shall I learn to trust thy name, 
 
 And thy commands obey. 
 Then shall I lay me humbly down, 
 
 Beneath thy mercy-seat ; 
 Nor court the smile, nor dread the frown 
 
 Of men, while washing feet. 
 
 HYMN 131. L. M. 
 
 Wash me, O Lord, from every sin, 
 
 Then shall I every evil flee ; 
 Wash me, and keep me pure within, 
 
 Then shall I live alone to thee. 
 "Wash me, and seal me thus thine own ! 
 
 "Wash me, 0 Lord, and mine thou art; 
 "Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 
 "My head, rny hands, my soul, my heart." 
 Then shall I all thy word obey, 
 
 Then shall I wash my brethren's feet ; 
 Then shall I rise to endless day, 
 
 My glorious Saviour's face to meet. 
 
 HYMN 132. C. M. 
 
 Jesus ! by heaven's host ador'd, 
 The church's glorious head, 
 
 With humWe joy I call thee, Lord; 
 And in thy footsteps tread. 
 
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 Emptied of all thy greatness here, 
 
 While in the body seen, 
 ^Thou wouldst the least of all appear, 
 
 And minister to men. 
 A servant to thy servants, thou 
 
 In thy debas'd estate, 
 How meekly did thy goodness bow, 
 I To wash thy follower's feet. 
 
 I come, 0 God, to do thy will, 
 
 With Jesus in my view ; 
 A servant to thy servants still, 
 ( My pattern I pursue, 
 The loving labor I repeat, 
 
 Obedient to his word ; 
 And wash his dear disciples' feet, 
 j And wait upon my lord. 
 iShall I, a worm, refuse to stoop ? 
 I My fellow worm disdain ? 
 |I give my vain distinctions up, 
 
 Since Christ did wait on man. 
 
 HYMN 133. L. M. 
 
 Single verses, to be sung while washing feet. 
 
 O ! that the Lord would count me meet 
 jlTo wash his dear disciples' feet ; 
 [Greater than Christ I would not be, 
 put learn from him humility. 
 
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 ANOTHER. C. M. 
 
 Wash me, and seal me thus thine own ; 
 
 Wash me, and mine thou art; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
 
 My head, rny hands, my heart. 
 
 ANOTHER. C. M. 
 
 For this, we have our Lord's command, 
 
 And do as Jesus bid ; 
 For this we his example have, 
 
 And do as Jesus did. 
 
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 HYMN 134. C. M. 
 
 Thy w T ord commands our flesh to dust, 
 "Return, ye sons of men ;" 
 
 All nations rose from earth at first. 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 A thousand ages in thy sight, 
 
 Are like an ev'ning gone : 
 Short as the watch that ends the night. 
 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
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 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 
 With ail their lives and cares, 
 
 Are carried downwards by the flood, 
 And lost in foll'wing years. 
 
 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the op'ning day. 
 
 Like flow'ry fields, the nations stand, 
 Pleas'd with the morning light; 
 
 The flow'rs, beneath the mower's hand 
 Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 HYMN 135. S. M. 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece, 
 Is this our mortal frame ? 
 
 Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, 
 That scarce deserves a name ! 
 
 Alas ! 'twas brittle clay 
 That built our body first ! 
 
 And every month and every day, 
 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 
 
126 FUNEKAL HYMNS. 
 
 Our moments fly apace, 
 
 Nor will our minutes stay ; 
 Just like a flood, our hasty days 
 
 Are sweeping us away. 
 
 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. 
 
 They'll waft us sooner o'er 
 This life's tempestuous sea ! 
 
 Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore 
 Of blest eternity. 
 
 HYMN 136. CM. 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal name, 
 
 And humbly own to thee, 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms we be ! 
 
 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 trav'ling to the grave. 
 
FUNERAL HYMNS. 127 
 
 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, 
 
 To push us to the tomb ; 
 And fierce diseases wait around, 
 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
 Good God ! on what a slender thread 
 
 Hang everlasting things ; 
 The eternal state of all the dead 
 
 Upon life's feeble strings ! 
 
 Infinite joy, or endless woe 
 
 Attend on every breath ; 
 And yet how unconcern'd we go 
 
 Upon the brink of death! 
 
 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 
 
 To walk this dangerous road ; 
 And if our souls are hurried hence, 
 
 May they be found with God. 
 
 HYMN 137. S. M. 
 
 And am I born to die ? 
 
 To lay this body down ? 
 And must my trembling spirit fly 
 
 Into a world unknown ? 
 
 A land of deepest shade, 
 
 Unpierc'd by human thought ; 
 
 The dreary regions of the dead, 
 Where all things are forgot ! 
 
128 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 Soon as from earth I go, 
 
 What will become of me ? 
 Eternal happiness or wo 
 
 Must then my portion be ! 
 
 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, 
 
 I from my grave shall rise, 
 And see the Judge with glory crown'd, 
 
 And see the flaming skies ! 
 
 How shall I leave my tomb ? 
 
 With triumph or regret ? 
 A fearful, or a joyful doom, 
 
 A curse or blessing meet ? 
 
 Will angel bands convey 
 
 Their brother to the bar? 
 Or devils drag my soul away 
 
 To meet its sentence there ? 
 
 Who can resolve the doubt 
 That tears my anxious breast ! 
 
 Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, 
 Or number'd with the blest ? 
 
 I must from God be driven, 
 
 Or with my Saviour dwell ; 
 Must come at his command to heaven, 
 
 Or else depart to hell. 
 
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 HYNN 138. C. M. 
 
 Our days, alas ! our mortal clays, 
 
 Are short and wretched too ; 
 " Evil and few," the patriarch says, 
 
 And well the patriarch knew. 
 
 'Tis but, at best, a narrow bound 
 
 That heav'n allows to men ; 
 And pains and sins run through the round 
 
 Of threescore years and ten. 
 
 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. 
 
 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul, 
 
 And call her to the skies, 
 Where years of long salvation roll, 
 
 And glory never dies. 
 
 HYMN 139. C. M. 
 
 I sing a song which doth belong 
 
 To all the human race, 
 Concerning death, which steals the breath, 
 
 And blasts the comely face. 
 
 Come, listen all, unto my call, 
 
 Which I do make to-day, 
 For you must die, as well as I, 
 
 And pass from hence away, 
 
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130 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 No human power can stop the hour 
 
 Wherein a mortal dies ; 
 A Caesar may be great to-day, 
 
 Yet death may close his eyes. 
 
 Though some do strive and do arrive 
 
 To riches and renown, 
 Enjoying health, and swim in wealth, 
 
 Yet death will bring them down. 
 
 Though beauty grace your comely face 
 
 With roses white and red, 
 A dying fall will spoil it all, 
 
 For Absalom is dead. 
 
 Though you acquire the best attire, 
 
 Appearing fine and fair, 
 Yet death will come into the room, 
 
 And strip you of them there. 
 
 For princes high, and beggars die, 
 
 And mingle with the dust; 
 The rich, the brave, the poorest slave, 
 
 The wicked and the just. 
 
 HYMN 140. C. M. 
 
 When blooming youth is snaich'd awo) 
 
 By death's resistless hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
 
 Which pity must demand. 
 
FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
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 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 
 
 O may this truth, imprest 
 With awful power, — I too must die, — 
 
 Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 
 
 Let this vain world engage no more : 
 
 Behold the gaping tomb! 
 It bids us seize the present hour, 
 
 To-morrow death may come. 
 
 The voice of this alarming scene, 
 
 May every breast obey; 
 Nor be th' heavenly warning vain, 
 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
 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. 
 
 Great God ! thy sov'reign grace impart, 
 With cleansing, healing power; 
 
 This only, can prepare the heart 
 'i or death's surprising hour. 
 
 HYMN 141. S. M. 
 
 And must this body die, 
 
 This well-wrought frame decay? 
 And must these active limbs of mine 
 
 Lie mould'ring in the clay ? 
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 Corruption, earth, and worms, 
 
 Shall but refine this flesh, 
 Till my triumphant spirit comes 
 
 To put it on afresh. 
 
 God, my Redeemer, lives, 
 
 And ever from the skies 
 Looks down, and watches all my dust, 
 
 Till he shall bid it rise. 
 
 Array'd in glorious grace, 
 Shall these vile bodies shine, 
 
 And every shape, and every face, 
 Be heavenly and divine. 
 
 These lively hopes we owe, 
 
 Lord, to thy dying love ; 
 O may we bless thy grace below, 
 
 And sing thy grace above ! 
 
 Saviour, accept the praise, 
 Of these our humble songs, 
 
 Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise 
 With our immortal tongues. 
 
 HYMN 142. C. M. 
 
 Naked as from the earth we came, 
 And crept to life at first, 
 
 We to the earth return again, 
 And mingle with our dust. 
 
FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
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 The dear delights we here enjoy, 
 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Are but short favors borrowed now, 
 
 To be repaid anon. 
 
 '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. 
 
 Peace, all our angry passions then, 
 
 Let each rebellious sigh 
 Be silent at his righteous will ; 
 
 And every murmur die. 
 
 If smiling mercy crown our lives, 
 Its praises shall be spread ; 
 
 And we'll adore the justice too 
 That strikes our comforts dead. 
 
 HYMN 143. C. M. 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends, 
 
 Or shake at death's alarms? 
 'Tis but a voice that Jesus sends, 
 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 Are we not tending upward too, 
 
 As fast as time can move ? 
 Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
 
 To keep us from our love. 
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 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 
 And left a long perfume. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 Thence he arose, ascended high, 
 And show'd our feet the way ; 
 
 Up to the Lord our souls shall fly, 
 At the great rising day. 
 
 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 
 And bid our kindred rise ; 
 Awake, ye nations under ground, 
 
 Ye saints, ascend the skies. 
 
 HYMN 144. C. M. 
 
 Hark ! from the tombs, a doleful sound, 
 
 Mine ears attend the cry, 
 "Ye living men, come view the ground 
 
 "Where you must shortly lie. 
 
 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, 
 "In spite of all your towers ; 
 
 "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 
 "Must lie as low as ours." 
 
FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
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 Great God, is this our certain doom r 
 
 And are we still secure ! 
 Still walking downward to the tomb, 
 
 And yet prepared no more. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 145. C. M. 
 
 Stoop down, my thoughts that us'd to rise, 
 
 Gonverse a while with death ; 
 Think how a gasping mortal lies, 
 
 And pants away his breath. 
 
 His quivering lips hang feebly down, 
 
 His pulse is faint and few, 
 Then speechless, with a doleful groan, 
 
 He bids the world "adieu." 
 
 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. 
 
 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 
 
 It mounts, triumphing there, 
 Or devils plunge it down to hell. 
 
 In infinite despair ! 
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136 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 And must this body faint and die ? 
 
 And must this soul remove ? 
 Oh for some guardian angel nigh, 
 
 To bear ray soul above. 
 
 Jesus, to thy dear, faithful hand, 
 
 My naked soul I trust ; 
 And'uiy flesh waits for thy command, 
 
 To drop into the dust. 
 
 HYMN 146. L. M. 
 
 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? 
 
 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 ? 
 
 "Where is thy promise to the just? 
 "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust? 1 ' 
 But faith forbids those mournful sighs, 
 And sees the sleeping dust arise. 
 
 That glorious hour, that heavenly day, 
 Wipes the reproach of saints away, 
 And clears the honors of thy word ; 
 Awake, our souls and bles9 the Lord. 
 
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 HYMN 147. L. M. 
 
 Father, we bow before thy throne ; 
 Our pastor's dead ! we're left alone ! 
 With hearts of sorrow almost broke, 
 We mourn and grieve, beneath the stroke. 
 
 We oft, with joy have viewed his face, 
 And heard thy messages of grace, 
 In faithfulness and love proclaim'd, 
 Regardless whether praised or blam'd. 
 
 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. 
 
 In this, he powerful motives lound, 
 In acts of mercy to abound ; 
 Nor did he merely others teach, 
 But practis'd daily, what he preach'd. 
 
 We feel the loss of such a guide, 
 And if his place is e'er supplied 
 From thee the messenger must come, — 
 We look, 0 Lord, to thee alone ! 
 
 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. 
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 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN 148. L. M. 
 
 His death we mourn, who lately stood 
 A herald of the mighty God ; 
 Proclaim'd the Saviour of our race, 
 And bore the message of his grace, 
 
 Laborious in his Master's cause, 
 His view, nor lucre, nor applause ; 
 To spend and to be spent, resigned, 
 If souls, through Christ, salvation find. 
 
 With pointed language, flaming zeal, 
 He to the conscience did appeal; 
 With terror, sought the soul to move, 
 Or draw it with the cords of love. 
 
 But all his labors now are o'er, 
 And we shall hear his voice no more ; 
 His dust lies silent in the tomb, 
 He's gone to heaven, his final home. 
 
 Jesus! though earthly shepherds die, 
 Do thou thy churches still supply 
 With gifts, instruction to impart — 
 Pastors according to thy heart. 
 
 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. 
 
FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN 149. C. M. 
 
 Wake up, my muse, condole the loss 
 Of those that mourn this day; 
 
 Let tears distil on ev'ry lace, 
 And ev'ry mourner pray. 
 
 The tyrant, death, came rushing in, 
 Last night his povv'r did show, 
 
 Out of the world this child he took, 
 And laid its visage low. 
 
 No more the pleasant child is seen, 
 To please its parents' eye; 
 
 The tender plant so fresh and green, 
 Is in eternity. 
 
 The golden bowl by death is broke, 
 The pitcher, burst in twain ; 
 
 The cistern wheel has felt the stroke, 
 The lovely child is slain. 
 
 The winding sheet doth bind its limbs, 
 
 The coffin holds it fast; 
 To-day, it's seen by all its friends, 
 
 But this must be the last. 
 
 HYMN 150. C. M. 
 
 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 
 
 With transport all divine ; 
 Thine image trace in every word, 
 
 Thy love, in every line. 
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 Methinks I see a thousand charms 
 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face, 
 While infants, in thy tender arms, 
 
 Receive the smiling grace. 
 
 " I take these lambs," said he, 
 
 " And lay them in my breast ; 
 Protection they shall find in me, 
 
 " In me be ever blest. 
 
 "Death may the bands of life unloost 
 
 " But can't dissolve my love ; 
 Millions of infant souls compose 
 
 " The family above. 
 
 ** Their feeble frames my pow'r shall raise 
 " And mould with heavenly skill ; 
 
 "I'll give them tongues to sing my praise 
 " And hands to do my will." 
 
 His words the happy parents hear, 
 
 And shout with joys divine, 
 Dear Saviour, all we have and are, 
 
 Shall be forever thine. 
 
FAMILY WORSHIP, 
 
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 MORNING HYMNS . 
 
 HYMN 151. S. M. 
 
 Behold, the morning sun 
 
 Begins his glorious way! 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 But where the gospel comes, 
 
 It spreads diviner light ; 
 It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
 
 And gives the blind their sight. 
 
 How perfect is thy word ! 
 
 And all thy judgments just ; 
 Forever sure, thy promise, Lord, 
 
 And men securely trust. 
 
 My gracious God, how plain 
 
 Are thy directions giv'n ! 
 O may I never read in vain, 
 
 But find the path to heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 152. C. M. 
 
 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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 0 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. 
 
 1 know my roving feet will err 
 Unless thou be my guide ; 
 
 Warn me of every foe and snare, 
 And keep me near thy side. 
 
 [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 thy way.] 
 
 Then shall I pass all dangers safe, 
 And tread the tempter down ; 
 
 My trust, my hope, and my relief, 
 Is in thine only Son. 
 
 Then let my moments smoothly run, 
 
 And all my hours be gay, 
 And let my evening setting sun 
 
 Launch me in endless day. 
 
 HYMN 153. L. M. 
 
 O could my soul this morning rise, 
 And feel that life which never dies, 
 I'd praise that hand with all my pow'rs 
 That guarded my unguarded hours. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 'Tis he who gives me life divine, 
 In Him eternal joys are mine; 
 Then rouse, my soul, bid sloth adieu, 
 Thy Jesus love, and him pursue. 
 
 Haste on to that immortal shore, 
 
 Where night and sleep are known no more, 
 
 There shall I soon in glory rise, 
 
 With seraphs, in a sweet surprise. 
 
 There shall I raise a morning song, 
 With all the vast angelic throng; 
 There, sing in everlasting peace — 
 My morning song shall never cease. 
 
 HYMN 154. C. M. 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes thy waking eyes; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 
 To him who rules the skies. 
 
 Night unto night, his name repeats, 
 
 The day renews the sound; 
 Wide as the heaven on which he sets, 
 
 To turn the seasons round. 
 
 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, 
 My tongue shall speak his praise ; 
 
 My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
 And yet bis wrath delays. 
 
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 [On a poor worm, thy pow'r might tread, 
 And I could ne'er withstand ; 
 
 Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, 
 But mercy held thy hand. 
 
 A thousand wretched souls are fled 
 
 Since the last setting sun ; 
 And yet thou length'nest out my thread, 
 
 And yet my moments run.] 
 
 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, 
 
 Whilst I enjoy the light, 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 
 And bring a pleasant night. 
 
 HYMN 155. S. M. 
 
 See how the morning sun 
 
 Pursues his shining way; 
 And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, 
 
 With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 
 
 Thus would my rising soul, 
 
 Its heav'nly Parent sing, 
 And to its great Original, 
 
 The humble tribute bring. 
 
 Serene I laid me down, 
 
 Beneath his guardian care ; 
 I slept, and I awoke and found, 
 
 My kind Preserver near. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 My life I would anew 
 
 Devote, O Lord, to thee ; • 
 
 And in thy service, I would spend 
 A long eternity. 
 
 HYMN 156. C. M. 
 
 With thee, great God, the stores of light 
 
 And stores of darkness lie; 
 Thou form'st the sable robe of night, 
 
 And spread'st it round the sky. 
 
 And when with welcome slumbers press'd, 
 
 We close our weary eyes, 
 Thy power, unseen, secures our rest, 
 
 And makes us joyous rise. 
 
 Numbers, this night, great God, have met 
 
 Their long, eternal doom, 
 And lost their joys of morning light 
 
 In death's tremendous gloom. 
 
 Numbers on restless beds still lie, 
 
 And still their woes bewail ; 
 While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd, 
 
 A thousand pleasures feel. 
 
 To thee, great God, in thankful songs, 
 
 Our morning thoughts arise ; 
 Propitious, in thy Son, accept 
 
 The willing sacrifice. 
 
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 HYMN 157. L. M. 
 This morning let my praise arise, 
 To him who all my need supplies ; 
 To him who watch'd me through the night, 
 And brought me to the morning light. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 158. C. M. 
 
 Goo of my life, my morning song 
 
 To thee I cheerful raise ; 
 Thy acts of love, 'tis good to sing, 
 
 And pleasant 'tis to praise. 
 
 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm, 
 
 I pass'd the shades of night, 
 Serene, and safe from ev'ry harm, 
 
 To see the morning light. 
 
 While numbers spent the night in sighs, 
 
 And restless pains and woes, 
 In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes, 
 
 And rose from sweet repose. 
 
 When sleep, death's image, o'er me spread, 
 
 And I unconscious lay, 
 Thy watchful care was round my bed, 
 
 To guard my feeble clay. 
 
WOBSHIP. 
 
 O let the same almighty care 
 Through all this day attend, 
 
 From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare, 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 And guide my future days ; 
 
 And let thy goodness fill my soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
 HYMN 159. C. M. 
 
 Lord of my life, 0 may thy praise 
 Employ my noblest powers ; 
 
 Whose goodness lengthens out my days 
 And fills the circling hours. 
 
 Preserved by thine almighty arm, 
 I pass'd the shades of night, 
 
 Serene and sate from every harm, 
 And see returning light. 
 
 O let the same almighty care 
 
 My waking hours attend ? 
 From every danger, every snare, 
 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And guide my future days, 
 And let thy goodness fill my soul 
 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
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 HYMN 160. C. M. 
 
 My gracious God has brought me through 
 
 Another darksome night; 
 Again mine eyes his works can view 
 
 In open morning light. 
 
 Thro" all the night, whilst I have slept, 
 
 Insensible of pain, 
 The gracious hand of God has kept 
 • And rais'd me up again. 
 
 Thus brought to view, the morning sun 
 
 Begins his glorious way; 
 May I set out afresh to run, 
 
 And my kind God obey. 
 
 Let me this day, with anxious zeal, 
 
 Devote my time to God, 
 And freely may I do his will, 
 
 And rest upon his word. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 161. L. M. 
 
 Hail, happy morn, I gladly rise 
 With thee, to soar above the skies ! 
 With Jesus, I'll begin my race, 
 Run on, and sing redeeming grace! 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 All hail ! a brighter morning near, 
 When heav'n's bright sun shall once ap 
 All suns and stars shall cease to shine, 
 But this eternal sun of mine. 
 
 Far, far from interposing night, 
 Awake in uncreated light, 
 My raptur'd soul, with all the throng 
 Shall join in heav'n's eternal song. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN 162. CM. 
 
 0 Saviour, hear me when I pray, 
 Remember I am thine ; 
 
 1 walk before thee all the day, 
 And fear and love thy name. 
 
 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. 
 This be my evening sacrifice, 
 
 As my day's work is done, 
 Nor let a gloomy cloud arise 
 
 On this day's setting sun. 
 
 Protect me through this lonely night, 
 
 Till day appears again ; 
 Then early, with the morning light, 
 
 I'll praise thy glorious name. 
 
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 I thank thee for my daily food, 
 A gracious gift is this ; 
 
 I look to thee for every good, 
 And hope for future bliss. 
 
 HYMN 163. S. M. 
 
 Another day is past, 
 
 The hours forever fled, 
 And time is bearing me in haste, 
 
 To mingle with the dead. 
 
 Perhaps my closing eyes, 
 No more may hail the light; 
 
 Seal'd up, before the morning rise 
 In everlasting night. 
 
 This mortal frame must lie 
 Unconscious in the tomb ; 
 
 But O, where will my spirit fly, 
 And what will be her doom ? 
 
 Jesus, if thou art mine, 
 O let thy heavenly voice 
 
 Confirm my hope with love divine, 
 And wake my soul rejoice. 
 
 Then shall my closing eyes 
 
 Contented sink to rest ; 
 Then, if to-night, this body dies, 
 
 My spirit shall be blest. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
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 HYMN 164. L. M. 
 
 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. 
 
 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
 
 Peace be the pillow for my head ; 
 While well appointed angels keep 
 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 In vain the sons of earth and hell 
 Tell me a thousand frightful things ; 
 
 My God in safely makes me dwell 
 Beneath the shadow of his wings. 
 
 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 
 And wait his voice to rend my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 HYMN 1G5. C. M. 
 
 Drkad Sov'reign ! let my evening song, 
 
 Like holy incense rise ; 
 Assist the offerings of my tongue, 
 
 To reach the lofty skies. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Perpetual blessings from above, 
 
 Encompass me around ; 
 But, O ! how few returns of love, 
 
 Hath my Creator found. 
 
 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 
 
 To thy dear cross I flee ; 
 And to thy grace my soul resign, 
 
 To be renew'd by thee. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 106. S. M. 
 
 The day is past and gone, 
 The evening shades appear, 
 
 0 may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 We lay our garments by 
 
 Upon our beds to rest; 
 So death will soon disrobe us all, 
 
 Of what we here possess. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 
 |\Iay angels guard us while we sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 And when we early rise. 
 And view th' unwearied sun, 
 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
 
 And when our days are past, 
 And we from time remove, 
 
 0 may we in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
 HYMN 1G7. CM. 
 
 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes 
 Our inmost thoughts perceive, 
 
 Accept the evening sacrifice 
 Which now to thee we give. 
 
 We bow before thy gracious throne, 
 And think ourselves sincere ; 
 
 But show us, Lord, is every one 
 Thy real worshiper ? 
 
 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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 FAMILY 
 
 Convince him, now, of unbelief, 
 
 His desp'rate state explain, 
 And fill his heart with sacred grief, 
 
 And penitential pain. 
 
 Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, 
 
 And bids the sleeper rise, 
 And bid his guilty conscience dread 
 
 The death that never dies. 
 
 HYMN 168. C. M. 
 
 Now from the altar of our hearts 
 
 Let flames of love arise ; 
 Assist us Lord to offer up 
 
 Our evening sacrifice. 
 
 Minutes and mercies multiplied, 
 Have made up all this day ; 
 
 Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
 More swift and free than they. 
 
 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. 
 
 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set 
 
 New time upon our score ; 
 Thee may we praise for all our time, 
 
 When time sh?.l! be no more. 
 
WORSHIP. 
 
 155 
 
 HYMN 169. C. M. 
 
 My God ! my only help and hope, 
 My strong and sure defence, 
 
 For all the mercies of the day, 
 I bless thy providence. 
 
 Give me, this night to rest my head, 
 From cares and business free, 
 
 And hold communion on my bed, 
 With my own heart and thee. 
 
 Fain would I dedicate to thee 
 The remnant of my days : 
 
 Grant me assisting grace, O Lord, 
 To speak and live thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 170. L. M. 
 
 O Jksus, may we praise thy name, 
 Thy love, thy goodness, is the same ; 
 Through all this day, thy hand was nigh, 
 Let loudest praise ascend the sky. 
 
 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. 
 
156 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN CM. 
 
 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care, 
 O'er all thy works is shown, 
 
 0 let my grateful praise and prayer 
 Arise before thy throne. 
 
 What mercies has this day bestow'd ! 
 
 How largely hast thou blest! 
 My cup with plenty overflow'd, 
 
 With cheerfulness, my breast. 
 
 Now may soft slumbers close my eyes, 
 From pain and sickness free, 
 
 And let my waking thoughts arise 
 To meditate on thee. 
 
 Thus bless each future day and night, 
 'Till life's vain scene is o'er; 
 
 And then, to realms of endless light, . 
 0 let my spirit soar ! 
 
ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. 157 
 
 ©rbination of ministers. 
 
 HYMN 172. C. M. 
 
 Chief Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, 
 
 From death and sin set free, 
 May all thy under shepherds keep 
 
 Their eye intent on thee. 
 
 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare 
 
 To execute thy will, 
 Compassion, patience, love and care, 
 
 And faithfulness and skill. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 173. CM. 
 
 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 
 And take th' alarm they give, 
 
 Now let them from the mouth of God 
 Their solemn charge receive. 
 
 'Tis not a cause of small import 
 
 The pastor's care demands, 
 But what might fill an angel's heart, 
 
 And fill'd a Saviour's hands. 
 
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 ORDINATION 
 
 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 
 
 Did heav'nly bliss forego ; 
 For souls, which must forever live 
 
 In raptures or in woe. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 174. L. M. 
 
 If you would win a soul to God, 
 Then tell him of the Saviour's blood — 
 Tell him how Jesus' bowels move, 
 Toward him, with redeeming love. 
 
 And tell him how the streams did glide 
 From Jesus' hands, and feet, and side ; 
 And how his head with thorns was crown'd, 
 And how his soul in grief was drown'd. 
 
 Ah ! tell him, how he suffered death, 
 And freely yielded up his breath, 
 And died, and rose, with God to plead, 
 That rebels might from sin be freed. 
 
 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. 
 
OF MINISTERS. 
 
 159 
 
 Explain to him that liberty 
 Wherewith Christ Jesus makes us free ; 
 And the sweet joys of sins forgiv'n, 
 As earnest of the joys of heav'n. 
 
 Then tell him, he that does believe 
 And is baptized, shall be saved; 
 But he that slights the Lord's command, 
 And disbelieveth, shall be damn'd. 
 
 HYMN 175. L. M. 
 
 Our God ascends his lofty throne, 
 
 Array'd in majesty unknown ; 
 
 His lustre all the temple fills. 
 
 And spreads o'er all th* ethereal hills. 
 
 The holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 By all the seraphim ador'd, 
 
 And while they stand beneath his seat, 
 
 They veil their faces and their feet. 
 
 Lord, how can sinful lips proclaim 
 The honors of so great a name ? 
 O for thine altar's glowing coal 
 To touch his lips, to fire his soul ! 
 
 Then, if a messenger thou ask, 
 A laborer for the hardest task, 
 Thro' all his weakness and his fear, 
 Love shall reply — "Thy servant's here.'* 
 
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 ORDINATION 
 
 Nor let his willing soul complain, 
 Tho' every effort seem in vain ; 
 Its ample recompense shall be, 
 But to have wrought, 0 God, for thee. 
 
 HYMN 176. S. M, 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ, 
 
 His sov'reign voice obey ; 
 Arise, and follow where he leads, 
 
 And peace attend your way. 
 
 The Master whom you serve, 
 Will needful strength bestow ; 
 
 Depending on his sovereign aid, 
 With sacred courage go. 
 
 Mountains shall sink to plains, 
 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 The cause is God's, and must prevail, 
 
 In spite of all his foes. 
 
 Go, spread a Saviour's fame, 
 And tell his matchless grace, 
 
 To the most guilty and deprav'd 
 Of Adam's num'rous race. 
 
 We wish you in his name, 
 
 The most divine success ; 
 Assur'd, that "He who sends you forth, 
 
 Will your endeavors bless. 
 
PUBLIC FAST. 161 
 
 HYMN 17 7. L. M. 
 
 With heavn'ly power, O Lord, defend 
 Him whom we now to thee commend; 
 His person bless, his soul secure, 
 And make him to the end endure. 
 
 Gird him with all-sufficient grace ; 
 Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 
 Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil, 
 And help him to obey thy will. 
 
 Before him, thy protection send, 
 O love him, save him to the end! 
 Nor let him, as thy pilgrim, rove 
 Without the convoy of thy love. 
 
 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart; 
 In him, thy mighty power exert; 
 That thousands, yet unborn, may praise, 
 The wonders of redeeming grace. 
 
 flublu last. 
 
 HYMN 178. CM. 
 
 See, gracious God, before thy throne, 
 Thy mourning people bend ! 
 
 'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone 
 Our humble hopes depend. 
 
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162 PUBLIC FAST. 
 
 Tremendous judgments from thy hand, 
 Thy dreadful pow'r display ; 
 
 Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 
 And still we live to pray, 
 
 How chang'd, alas ! are truths divine, 
 For error, guilt, and shame ! 
 
 What impious numbers, bold in sin, 
 Disgrace the Christian name ! 
 
 0 turn us, turn us mighty Lord, 
 
 By thy resistless grace, 
 Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
 
 And humbly seek thy face. 
 
 Then should insulting foes invade, 
 
 We shall not sink in fear ; 
 Secure of never-failing aid, 
 
 When God, our God is near. 
 
 HYMN 179. C. M. 
 
 O thou, whose grace and justice reign 
 
 Enthron'd above the skies, 
 To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 
 To thee, we lift our eyes. 
 
 As servants watch their master's hand, 
 
 And fear the angry stroke, 
 Or maids before their mistress stand, 
 
 And wait a peaceful look — 
 
PUBLIC FAST. 
 
 80 for our sins, we justly feel 
 
 Thy discipline, O God ; 
 Yet wait the gracious moments still, 
 
 Till thou remove thy rod. 
 
 Those who in wealth and pleasure Jive, 
 
 Our daily groans deride, 
 And thy delays of mercy give 
 
 Fresh courage to their pride. 
 
 Our foes insult us, but our hope 
 
 In thy compassion lies ; 
 This thought shall bear our spirits up, 
 
 That God will not despise. 
 
 HYMN 180. C. M. 
 
 Help, Lord, for men of virtu© fail, 
 
 Religion loses ground ! 
 The sons of violence prevail, 
 
 And treacheries abound. 
 
 Their oaths and promises they break, 
 Yet act the flatt'rer's part ; 
 
 With fair, deceitful lips, they speak, 
 And with a double heart. 
 
 If we reprove some hateful lie, 
 
 How is their fury stirr'd ! 
 Are not our lips our own? they ery, 
 
 And who shall be our Lord f 
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164 
 
 VISITING 
 
 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, 
 While a vile race of men 
 
 Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, 
 And bear the sword in vain. 
 
 llisitmg tlje Sick. 
 
 HYMN 181. CM. 
 
 God of my life, look gently down, 
 
 Behold the pains I feel ; 
 But I am dumb before thy throne, 
 
 Nor dare dispute thy will. 
 
 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, 
 They come at thy command ; 
 
 I'll not attempt a murm'ring word, 
 Against thy chastening hand. 
 
 Yet I may plead, with humble cries, 
 " Remove thy sharp rebukes;" 
 
 My strength consumes, my spirit dies, 
 Through thy repeated strokes. 
 
 Crush'd, as a moth, beneath thy hand, 
 
 We moulder to the dust, 
 Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, 
 
 And all our beauty's lost. 
 
THE SICK. 
 
 165 
 
 I'm but a pilgrim here below, 
 
 As all my fathers were ; 
 May I be well prepar'd to go, • 
 
 When I the summons hear. 
 
 But if my life be spared awhile, 
 
 Before my last remove, 
 Thy praise shall be my business still, 
 
 And I'll declare thy love. 
 
 HYMN 182. C. M. 
 
 Lord, I am pain'd, but would resign 
 
 My body to thy will ; 
 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine, 
 
 Appoints the pains I feel. 
 
 Dark are the ways of Providence ; 
 
 While they who love thee groan, 
 Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, 
 
 Mysterious and unknown. 
 
 Yet nature may have leave to speak, 
 
 And plead before her God, 
 Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break 
 
 Beneath thine heavy rod. 
 
 Is not some smiling hour at hand, 
 
 With peace upon its wings ? 
 Give it, 0 God, thy swift command, 
 
 With all the joys it brings, 
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 VISITING 
 
 HYMN 183. L. M. 
 
 What pleasure can friendship impart, 
 What balm in its virtues we find! 
 
 What transport it yields to the heart, 
 What joy and content to the mind ! 
 
 When sickness or trouble appears, 
 And sorrows in showers descend, 
 
 How soothing the pitying tears 
 
 That flow from a kind, loving friend ! 
 
 No mis'ry so sharp and severe, 
 
 But friendship's sweet soothing can calm 
 Nor pleasure so great or so rare, 
 
 But friendship can heighten its charm. 
 
 Ye comfortless mourners, attend,' 
 Your sorrows and weeping give o'er, 
 
 Look up to your heavenly friend, 
 Be happy in him evermore. 
 
 His friendship is firm as a rock, 
 Which nothing is able to remove; 
 
 His mercy can suffer no shock, 
 
 No bounds have his goodness and love. 
 
 The wretched and poor, he befriends ; 
 
 The sick and distress'd are his care ; 
 He pities your grief, and descends 
 
 Himself your afflictions to bear. 
 
THE SICK. 
 
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 ** Come, lean on your Jesus," he cries, 
 " My life for your sakes 1 have giv'n, 
 
 " That you into glory may rise, 
 " And taste the enjoyments of heav'n." 
 
 HYMN 184. S. M. 
 
 Dost thou my profit seek, 
 And chasten as a friend ? 
 
 O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, 
 There's honey at the end. 
 
 Dost thou through death's dark vale 
 Conduct to heaven at last ? 
 
 The future good will make amends, 
 For all the evils past. 
 
 Lord, I would not repine 
 At strokes in mercy sent; 
 
 If the chastisement comes in love, 
 My soul shall be content. 
 
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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 169 
 
 Spiritual Songs. 
 
 SONG 1. 8. 6. 
 
 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 relentings felt, 
 
 Till he had spent his store, 
 His stubborn heart began to melt, 
 
 When famine pinch'd him sore. 
 
 "What have I gain'd by sin," he said, 
 
 " But hunger, shame, 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." 
 
 His father saw him coming back ; 
 
 He saw, and ran, and smiPd, 
 And threw his arms around the neck 
 
 Of his rebellious child. 
 " Father, I've sinn'd, but 0, forgive !" 
 
 " Enough," the father said : 
 "Rejoice, my house, my son's alive, 
 
 For whom I mourn'd as dead." 
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170 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 " Now let the fatted calf be slain, 
 
 And spread the news around; 
 My son was dead, but lives again, 
 
 Was lost, bat now is found." 
 *Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, 
 
 To call poor sinners home ; 
 More than a father's love he feels, 
 
 And welcomes all that come. 
 
 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. 
 
 SONG 2. 8. 8. 6. 
 
 Salem's bright king, Jesus by name, 
 In ancient time to Jordan came 
 
 All righteousness to fill ; 
 'Tvvas there the ancient Baptist stood, 
 Whose name was John, a man of God, 
 
 To do his Master's will. 
 
 The holy Jesus did demand 
 His right to be baptized then, 
 The Baptist gave consent ; 
 
BONGS. 
 
 171 
 
 On Jordan's bank? they did appear, 
 The Baptist and his Master dear, 
 Then down the bank they went. 
 
 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 pleas'd in what he'd done. 
 
 And owned him from the skies. 
 
 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 shape like a fair dove. 
 
 This is my Son, Jehovah cries, 
 The echoing voice from glory flies, 
 
 O, children, hear ye him ; 
 Hark! 'tis his voice, behold he cries, 
 Repent, believe, and be baptiz'd, 
 
 And wash away your sin. 
 
 Come children, come, his voice obey, 
 Salem's bright King has mark'd the way, 
 
 And has a crown prepar'd; 
 0 then arise and give consent, 
 Walk in the way that Jesus went, 
 
 And have the great reward. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 SONG 3. L. M. 
 
 Ye brethren, who profess the Lord, 
 I pray draw near and hear a word, 
 Lift up your eyes, behold and see 
 What a good God has done for me ! 
 
 O'erwhelm'd with guilt, in deep distress, 
 I day nor night could take no rest ; 
 But when in sad extremity, 
 The Lord reveal'd his love to me. 
 
 When I by faith was brought to see 
 My Jesus bleeding on the tree, 
 My soul with joy and sorrow flow'd, 
 That he should bear my guilty load. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 173 
 
 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. 
 
 Then on ray bended knees did fall — 
 O, Jesus ! he was all in all ! 
 Yea, where to go I did not know, 
 For I did love ray Jesus so. 
 
 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! 
 
 SONG 4. 8's. 
 
 Still out of the deepest abyss 
 
 Of trouble, I mournfully cry, 
 And pine to recover my peace, 
 
 And see my Redeemer, and die. 
 I cannot, I cannot forbear 
 
 These passionate longings for home ; 
 O! when shall my spirit be there, 
 
 0 ! when will the messenger come. 
 
 Thy nature I long to put on, 
 Thine image on earth to regain ; 
 
 And then in the grave to lay down 
 This burden of body and pain. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 O Jesus, in pity draw near, 
 
 And lull me to sleep on thy breast ; 
 
 Appear, to my rescue appear, 
 And gather me into thy rest ! 
 
 To take a poor fugitive in. 
 
 The arms of thy mercy display, 
 And give me to rest from all sin, 
 
 And bear me tiiumphant away; 
 Away from a world of distress, 
 
 Away to the mansions above ; 
 The heaven of seeing thy face — 
 
 The heaven of feeling thy love. 
 
 SONG 5. 7. 7. 8. 7. 
 
 Head of the church triumphant, 
 
 We joyfully adore thee ; 
 
 Till thou appear, thy members here 
 
 Shall sing like those in glory: 
 
 We lift our hearts and voices 
 
 With blest anticipation, 
 
 And cry aloud, and give to God 
 
 The praise of our salvation. 
 
 While in affliction's furnace, 
 
 And passing through the fire, 
 
 Thy love we praise, which knows no day. 
 
 And ever brings us nigher: 
 
 We clap our hands, exulting 
 
 In thine almighty favor ! 
 
SONGS. 
 
 175 
 
 The love divine, which made us thine. 
 
 Can keep us thine forever. 
 
 Thou dost conduct thy people 
 
 Through torrents of temptation ; 
 
 Nor will we fear while thou art near. 
 
 The fire of tribulation. 
 
 The world, with sin and satan, 
 
 In vain our march opposes ; 
 
 By thee, we shall break through them all, 
 
 And sing the song of Moses. 
 
 By faith, we see the glory 
 
 To which thou shalt restore us, 
 
 The cross despise for that high prize, 
 
 Which thou hast set before us: 
 
 And if thou count us worthy, 
 
 We each, as dying Stephen, 
 
 Shall see thee stand at God's right hand. 
 
 To take us up to heaven. 
 
 SONG G. L. M. 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 And sing thy great Redeemer's praise, 
 He jusily claims a song from thee, 
 His loving kindness, 0 how free ! 
 He saw me ruin'd by the fall, 
 Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all ; 
 He sav'd me from my lost estate, 
 Hia loving kindnesa, 0 how great! 
 
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 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes ; 
 Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He safely leads my soul along — 
 His loving kindness, 0 how strong ! 
 
 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood — 
 His loving kindness, O how good ! 
 
 Often I feel my sinful heart 
 Prone from my Saviour to depart ; 
 But though I oft have him forgot, 
 His loving kindness changes not. 
 
 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; 
 O ! may my last expiring breath, 
 His loving kindness sing in death, 
 
 Then let me mount and soar away 
 To the bright world of endless day ; 
 And sing, with rapture and surprise, 
 His loving kindness in the skies. 
 
 SONG 7. C. M. 
 
 I hear the gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 An organ I shall be, 
 To sound aloud redeeming love, 
 
 To souls in misery. 
 
BONGS. 
 
 Loving brethren, fare you well ; 
 
 My Jesus doth ine call ; 
 I leave you here with God, until 
 
 I meet you once lor all. 
 My dear connexions I forsake, 
 
 My family and my house ; 
 And to the wilderness betake, 
 
 To pay the Lord my vows. 
 
 Now through the wilderness I'll run, 
 
 Preaching the gospel free ; 
 Until my work is fully done 
 
 The Lord will comfort me. 
 And if through preaching, I should ga 
 
 True subjects to my Lord, 
 'Twill more than recompense my pain 
 
 To see them love his word. 
 Farewell, ray friends, I must be gone 
 
 My Saviour's love to tell ; 
 O dwell in love, like those above, 
 
 And then, you'll all farewell. 
 
 SONG 8. 4. 8. 2. G. 
 
 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 
 
SPIRITUAL 
 
 The gospel trumpet hear, 
 
 The news of heavenly grace ; 
 Ye happy souls draw near, 
 Behold your Saviour's face : 
 The year of Jubilee is come, 
 Return to your eternal home ! 
 
 Extol the Lamb of God, 
 
 The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption in his blood, 
 
 Throughout the world proclaim; 
 The year of Jubilee is come, 
 Return ye ransom'd sinners home 
 
 SONG 9. 7. 6. 
 
 Ye jewels of my Master, 
 
 Who shine with heavenly rays, 
 Amidst the beams of glory, 
 
 Reflect immortal blaze. 
 Ye diamonds of beauty, 
 
 With pleasing lustre crown'd 
 Of heavenly extraction, 
 
 To Ziou's city bound. 
 
 Ye lambs of my Redeemer, 
 The purchase of his blood, 
 
 Who feed among the lilies, 
 Beside the purple flood ! 
 
 Go on, ye happy pilgrims, 
 Your journey still pursue, 
 
SONGS. 
 
 179 
 
 And at an humble distance 
 I'll sing and follow too. 
 
 When I beheld your order, 
 
 And harmony of soul, 
 And heard divinest numbers 
 
 In pure devotion roll. 
 • And gems immortal glowing 
 
 With such enlivening grace, 
 I view'd the Saviour's image 
 
 Impress'd on every face. 
 
 Speak often to each other, 
 
 To cheer the fainting mind, 
 And often be your voices 
 
 In pure devotion join'd : 
 Though trials may await you, 
 
 The crown before you lies ; 
 Take courage, brother pilgrims, 
 
 And soon you'll win the prize. 
 
 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus, 
 
 In that auspicious day 
 When I make up my jewels, 
 
 Releas'd from cum'brous clay. 
 He'll polish and refine you 
 
 From worthless dross and sin, 
 And to his heavenly kingdom 
 
 Will bid you enter in. 
 
 On that important morning, 
 When bursting thunders sound, 
 
180 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 And nimble lightnings waving, 
 
 Shall wing the gloom profound, 
 Lift up your heads rejoicing, 
 
 And clap your joyful hands ; 
 Lo! you're redeem'd forever 
 
 From death's corrupted bands. 
 As Aaron, with his girdle 
 
 In shining jewels drest, 
 Bore all the tribes of Israel 
 
 Inscribed upon his breast, 
 So will the priests of Zion, 
 
 Before the Father's throne, 
 Present the heirs of glory, 
 
 And God their kindred own. 
 The golden bells will echo 
 
 Around the sacred hill, 
 And sweet immortal anthems 
 
 The vocal regions fill ; 
 In everlasting beauty 
 
 The shining millions stand, 
 Safe on the rock of ages, 
 
 Amid the promised land. 
 We'll range the wide dominion 
 
 Of our Redeemer round, 
 And in dissolving raptures 
 
 Be lost in love profound ; 
 While all the flaming harpers 
 
 Begin the lasting song, 
 With hallelujahs rolling 
 
 From the unnumber'd throng. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 181 
 
 SONG 10. L. M. 
 
 I walk'd abroad one morning fair, 
 When Odors sweetly balm'd the air ; 
 And birds their artless notes did sing, 
 To welcome in the cheerful spring. 
 
 Surveying nature all around, 
 
 The scene with wonder did abound ; 
 
 But while my raviah'd eyes were charm'd, 
 
 An inward voice my soul alarm'd. 
 
 "Could you all nature comprehend, 
 " You'd better learn to know your end : 
 "These beauties, which you now survey, 
 " Will, like yourself, soon fade away. 
 
 "But death is not alone your doom, 
 " To judgment you must shortly come, 
 " When hills and valleys all are fled, 
 "Where will you hide your guilty head ?" 
 
 Black horrors seiz'd my frighted soul, 
 Billows of woe did o'er me roll ; 
 I fell, and almost lost my breath, 
 I thought I soon should sink in death. 
 
 The little birds, from spray to spray, 
 Where hymning praises all the day, 
 In artless anthems to their God. 
 While I lay weltering in my blood. 
 
182 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Thus trembling, o'er the gulf I lay, 
 But dar'd not move my lips to pray; 
 I had provok'd the dreadful God, 
 And trampled on the Saviour's blood. 
 
 To my amazement and surprise, 
 I saw a cloud descend the skies, 
 And in the midst a fairer one 
 Than any of the sons of men. 
 
 His curled locks were snowy white, 
 His garments far exceeded light, 
 The sun grew pale before his face, 
 His feet were like to burnish'd brass. 
 
 He spake, and brightness shone around t 
 He said, " I have a ransom found ; 
 " I bought your pardon on the tree, 
 "And come to set-the pris'ner free." 
 
 My heart rebounded like a roe, 
 And glory in my soul did flow ; 
 My sins were gone and I was free — 
 My Saviour liv'd and died for me. 
 
 I leap'd, and shouted out aloud, 
 And long'd for wings to reach the cloud* 
 T' embrace my Saviour in my arms. 
 And gaze forever on his charms. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 183 
 
 SONG 11. 11. 10. 
 
 Hail thou blest morn when the great Media- 
 tor 
 
 Down from the regions of glory descends ! 
 Shepherds ! go worship the babe in the man- 
 ger: 
 
 Lo ! for his guide the bright angels attend. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Brightest and best of tlie sons of the rooming! 
 
 Shine on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! 
 Star in the east, the horizon adowiing! 
 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining; 
 
 Lowlies his bed with the beasts of the stall; 
 Angels adore him in slumber reclining; 
 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 Say, shall we yield him a costly devotion, 
 Odors of Edom, and ofF'rings divine ; 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean; 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the 
 mine ? 
 
 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, 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 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. 
 
 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 thro' death's gloomy vale . 
 
 Star of the morning, thy brightness declining, 
 Shortly must fade when trie sun doth arise; 
 
 Beaming refulgent, his glory eternal; 
 
 Shines on the children of love in the skies. 
 
 song 12. 8. 6. 
 
 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. 
 
 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the cross sustain ; 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And smile at toil and pain. 
 
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 I suffer on my three-score years, 
 
 Till my deliverer come, 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 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 blessing there ; 
 They all are rob'd in spotless white, 
 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 
 O, what are all my sufferings here, 
 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet, 
 With that enraptur'd host t' appear 
 
 And worship at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief — give ease or pain — 
 
 Take life or friends away, 
 But life and friends O give again, 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
 SONG 13. ITS. 
 
 With gladness, dear brethren, we met at this 
 place, 
 
 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. 
 
186 SPIRITUAL 
 
 If hungry and thirsty, and burden'd with 
 g uilt > 
 
 For you, the dear Saviour, his blood freely 
 spilt; 
 
 If naked and wounded, just ready to die, 
 He waits from his fulness your wants to sup- 
 ply. 
 
 You're welcome, poor sinners, no longer de- 
 lay, 
 
 The gospel invites you to Jesus to-day; 
 If you are but willing you need not to doubt. 
 For those that come to him he will not cast 
 out. 
 
 On parting, my brethren, I give you my hand, 
 In token of friendship, that uniting band, 
 Since we here together no longer can stay, 
 Be sure you continue, devoutly to pray. 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, belov'd of the 
 Lord, 
 
 The footsteps of Jesus you'll find in his word; 
 Then follow your Leader wherever he goes, 
 Stand fast and unshaken whatever oppose. 
 
 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 com- 
 plaint, 
 
 Shall ever be heard from the tongue of a saint. 
 
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 But praise and thanksgiving shall be our em- 
 ploy, 
 
 Our souls always feasting,yet never shall cloy; 
 New scenes then unfolding, new joys will af- 
 ford, 
 
 All glory and honor, and praise to the Lord. 
 
 SONG 14. L. M. 
 
 When 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. 
 With admiration they behold. 
 The love of Christ which can't be told; 
 They view themselves on Canaan's shure. 
 And think the conflict now is o*er. 
 They now rejoice, as free from pain, 
 And think their enemies are slain ; 
 They make no doubt but all is well, 
 And Satan hurl'd quite down to hell. 
 They wonder why old saints don't sing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring 
 With joyful hallelujahs round, 
 Because a prodigal is found. 
 But 'tis not long before they feel 
 Their feeble souls begin to reel ; 
 They think their former hopes are vain, 
 They're fill 'cl with sorrow, grief and pain. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 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." 
 
 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. 
 
 If Satan comes to tempt again, 
 
 And tells you that our King was slain ; 
 
 Be bold to say, he rose again, 
 
 And promises that saints shall reign. 
 
 SONG 15. 8. 7. 
 
 Dearest Lord, thou has commanded 
 
 All thy family to pray; 
 Proinis'd good thou hast appointed 
 
 Through this medium to convey. 
 
 Yes, to all thy praying people, 
 Thou hast proinis'd to appear ; 
 
 And thy wondrous condescension 
 Honors much the path of pray'r. 
 
 Jesus, thou exalted Saviour, 
 
 On thy promise we rely ? 
 Comfort every mourning spirit, 
 
 Answer ev'ry feeble cry. 
 
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 Vrom thy glorious throne of mercy, 
 Heav'nly cordials now impart ; 
 
 Exercise thy tender pity 
 
 O'er the sinner's broken heart. 
 
 May we all who love the Saviour, 
 Often to his throne repair; 
 
 Feel the sweets of his compassion 
 While engag'd in solemn pray'r. 
 
 Lord, attend our supplications, 
 Let thy mercies on us roll ; 
 
 Come, O come, thou kind Redeemer, 
 Comfort ev'ry praying soul. 
 
 SONG 16. L. M. 
 
 I long to see the season come, 
 "When sinners shall come flocking home, 
 To taste the sweets of Jesus' love, 
 And seek the joys that are above. 
 
 Hark ! how the glorious gospel sounds, 
 Inviting sinners all around ; 
 Behold your loving Saviour stands. 
 And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 
 
 Attend, poor sinners, to his word, 
 Kiss him, yea, own him as your Lord, 
 He'll wash you in atoning blood, 
 And seal you heirs and sons of God. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 A few more days, and you must go 
 To realms of joy or endless wo ; 
 In worlds of light, with Christ to dwell, 
 Or sink beneath his frowns, to hell. 
 Come, then, dear sinners, counsel take, 
 And all your sinful ways forsake ; 
 The world give o'er, leave friends behind 
 In Christ you shall redemption find. 
 Take your companion by the hand, 
 And all your children in a band, 
 And give them up, at Jesus' call, 
 To pardon, bless, and save them all. 
 Thus, when the day of Christ shall come, 
 And he collect his children home, 
 On Zion's mount you then shall stand, 
 And join the bright angelic band. 
 O, what a glorious company ! 
 May I be there, that sight to see, 
 And join in praise to Jesus' name, 
 All glorious in Jerusalem. 
 
 SONG 17. 10. 11. 
 
 Dear Jesus, here comes, and knocks a; ! 
 door, 
 
 A beggar for crumbs, distressed and po, 
 Blind, lame, and forsaken ; all rolled in t . 
 At length overtaken, while running 
 God. 
 
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 191 
 
 To ask children's bread, I dare not presume, 
 But. Lord to be fed with fragments, I come; 
 Some crumbs from thy table O let me obtain, 
 For sure thou art able my soul to sustain. 
 
 I own I deserve no favor to see ; 
 I hated thy cause, and wandered from thee, 
 'Till brought by thy spirit my folly to mourn; 
 Now stripp'd of all merit, to thee I do come. 
 
 Great God, my desert is nothing but death, 
 From thee to depart forever in wrath ; 
 Yet, Lord, to the city of refuge I flee ; 
 
 0 let thine eye pity a sinner like me ! 
 
 For since thou hast said, thou wilt cast out 
 none 
 
 Who flee to thine aid, as sinners undone ; 
 
 1 come, precious Jesus, condemned to die, 
 And on thy svveetpromise would humbly rely. 
 
 Nor can I depart, dear Jesus, nor yield, 
 'Till feels my poor heart thy promise fulfill'd 
 That I may forever a monument be, 
 To praise the dear Saviour of sinners like me. 
 
 song 18. 8. 6. 
 
 Earth has engross'd my love too long ! 
 
 'Tis time to lift mine eyes 
 Upward, dear Father, to thy throne. 
 
 And to my native skies : 
 
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 EriKlTUAL 
 
 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits, 
 The God ! how bright he shines ! 
 
 And scatters infinite delights 
 On all the happy minds. 
 
 Seraphs, with elevated strains, 
 
 Circle the throne around ; 
 And move and charm the starry plains 
 
 With an immortal sound : 
 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; 
 
 Jesus, my love, they sing ! 
 Jesus, the life of both our joys, 
 
 Sounds sweet from every string. 
 
 Hark ! how, beyond the narrow bounds 
 
 Of time and space they run ; 
 And echo, in majestic sounds, 
 
 The Godhead of the Son ! 
 And now they sink the lofty tune, 
 
 And gentler notes they play; 
 And bring the Father's equal down 
 
 To dwell in humble clay. 
 
 O sacred beauties of the man ! 
 
 The God resides within ; 
 His flesh all pure, without a stain, 
 
 His soul without a sin. 
 But when to Calvary they turn, 
 
 Silent their harps abide ; 
 Suspended songs, a moment, mourn 
 
 The God that lov'd and died. 
 
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 Then, all at once, to living strains 
 
 They summon every chord, 
 Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains, 
 
 And chant the rising Lord. 
 Now let me mount and join their song, 
 
 And be an angel too : 
 My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 
 
 Here's joyful work for you. 
 
 I would begin the music here, 
 
 And so my soul should rise ; 
 0 for some heavenly notes to bear 
 
 My passions to the skies ! 
 There, ye that love my Saviour, sit, 
 
 There I would fain have place, 
 Among your thrones, or at your feet, 
 
 So I might see his face. 
 
 SONG 19. C. M. 
 
 Brethren, I bid you all farewell, 
 And from my very heart, 
 
 Affectionately I do tell, 
 That you and I must part, 
 
 And if I see you not again, 
 
 I trust that I can say, 
 My labor shall not be in vain, 
 
 That I have spent this day. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 [ 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. 
 
 I now depart, I leave you here, 
 
 I leave you with the Lord, 
 And may we all henceforth appear 
 
 To be of one accord. 
 
 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. 
 
 There we shall join to sing God's praise, 
 
 And all his wonders tell; 
 And triumph in his holy ways, 
 
 So brethren, fare you well. 
 
 SOXG 20. 8. 4. 
 
 Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds I 
 Through all the world the echo bounds; 
 And Jesus by redeeming blood 
 Is bringing sinners home to God, 
 And guides them safely by his word, 
 To endless day. 
 
 Hail ! all-victorious conquering King, 
 By all the heavenly hosts ador'd ; 
 Who undertook for fallen man, 
 
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 195 
 
 And brought salvation through thy name, 
 That we with thee might live and reign 
 In endless day. 
 
 Fight on, ye conquering saints, fight on, 
 And when the conquest ye have won, 
 Then palms of victory you shall bear, 
 And in his kingdom have a share, 
 And crowns of glory you shall wear 
 In endless day. 
 
 Thy blood, dear Jesus, once was spilt, 
 To save the lost from sin and guilt; 
 Poor sinners now may come to God, 
 And find salvation through thy blood, 
 And sail, by faith, upon that tlood, 
 To endless day. 
 
 Through storms and calms by faith we steer, 
 By feeble hope and gloomy fear, 
 'Till we arrive at Canaan's shore, 
 Where sin and sorrow are no more, 
 And then we'll shout, all trial's o'er, 
 To endless day. 
 
 There we shall in sweet chorus join 
 With saints and angels — all combine 
 To sing of his redeeming love ; 
 Where rolling years shall cease to move, 
 For this shall be our theme above, 
 In endless day. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 song 21. 8. 7. 
 
 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. 
 
 0 may the saints of every name 
 Unite to serve the bleeding Lamb ; 
 May jars and discord cease to flame, 
 And all the Saviour's love proclaim, 
 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 1 long to see the Christians join 
 In union sweet and peace divine, 
 
 When every church with grace shall shine, 
 And grow in Christ, the living vine, 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
 0 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. 
 
 Come, parents, children, bond and free, 
 Come, will you go to heaven with me ? 
 That glorious land of rest to see, 
 And shout with me eternally. 
 And give to Jesus glory. 
 
SONGS 
 
 197 
 
 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 ? 
 And there we'll give him glory. 
 
 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, 
 Anu there we'll give him glory. 
 
 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. 
 
 A few more days of pain and woe, 
 A few more suif'rin'g scenes below, 
 And then to Jesus we shall go, 
 Where everlasting pleasures flow, 
 And there we'll give him glory. 
 
 The rose and lily 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. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 22. 8. 7. 
 
 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, &c. 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 | 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. 
 
 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 ; Nor of fitness, fondly dream : 
 All the fitness he requireth 
 Is to feel your need of him : 
 This he gives you, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 
 
 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 
 Bruis'd and mangled by the fall, 
 I If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all — 
 Not the righteous, 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo 1 your Maker prostrate lies ! 
 
SONGS. 
 
 On the bloody tree behold him ! 
 Hear him cry, before he dies, 
 " It is finished !" 
 Sinners, will not this suffice? 
 
 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood; 
 Venture on him, venture freely ; 
 Let no other trust intrude : 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 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. 
 
 song 23. 7. 6. 
 
 Co^fE, my friend, and let us try 
 
 For a little season, 
 Every burden to lay by, 
 
 Come and let us reason: 
 "What is this that casts thee down ? 
 
 Who are those that grieve thee? 
 Speak, and let the worst be known, 
 
 Speaking may relieve thee. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 " O! I sink beneath the load 
 
 " Of my nature's evil; 
 " FilPd with enmity to God, 
 
 "Tempted by the devil: 
 " Restless as the troubled sea ; 
 
 " Feeble, faint, and fearful, 
 "Plagued, with every sore disease — 
 
 " How can I be cheerful ?" 
 
 Think on what thy Saviour bore 
 
 In the gloomy garden, 
 Sweating blood through every pore, 
 
 To procure thy pardon : 
 View him stretch'd upon the tree, 
 
 All thy load sustaining ; 
 See, he sutlers this for thee ! 
 
 Therefore cease complaining. 
 
 Joseph took the body down, 
 
 Shrouded it in linen ; 
 Laid it in the silent tomb, 
 
 And return'd in mourning. 
 Soon he rises from the dead, 
 
 Wipes the tears of Mary, 
 Raises Peter's drooping head — 
 
 Comforts all the weary. 
 
 " Once I had this pleasing view, 
 " And my guilt was banish'd; 
 
 "But my sins, return'd anew, 
 " Fill my soul with anguish ; 
 
SONGS, 
 
 " Then I thought nor ease, nor pain, 
 " The world, nor sin, nor satan, 
 
 " E'er could make me doubt again — 
 "Jesus was my portion." 
 
 Jesus! O transporting name! 
 
 Those he's once forgiven, « 
 He will keep, protect, sustain, 
 
 Bear them safe to heaven. 
 Look to Calvary's scenes again, 
 
 Seek renew'd forgiveness, 
 See the cleansing, healing stream 
 
 Pours a mighty fulness! 
 
 Peter once denied his Lord, 
 
 Sunk in deep dejection, 
 Mourn'd beneath a guilty load — 
 
 Christ extends compassion ! 
 Other souls, as vile as thine, 
 
 Have obtain'd his favor, 
 All that hate and leave their sins 
 
 Love the blessed Saviour. 
 
 "Now, with joy and grief, I see 
 
 " That I should not murmur ; 
 " Come, my friends, and join with me, 
 
 "Help me praise the Saviour! 
 "Now I feel his cheering grace, 
 
 " All my sins forgiven ; 
 "Now I view his smiling face — 
 
 "Hallelujah! praise him. 
 g5 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 24. ll's. 
 
 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, 
 
 Who unto the 'Saviour for refuge have fled? 
 
 In every condition — in sickness, in health, 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; 
 At home, or abroad, -on the land, on the sea, 
 'As thy days may demand, shall thy strength 
 ever be.' 
 
 'Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd! 
 'I, I am thy God, and will still give the,e aid ; 
 ' I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 
 
 thee to stand, 
 'Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 'When thro' th' deep waters I call thee to go, 
 ' The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow ; 
 'Fori will be with thee thy troubles to bless, 
 'And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 •When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 
 'My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply, 
 'The (lame shall not hurt thee, I only design 
 'Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 ' E'en down to old age, all my people shall 
 prove, 
 
 ' My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
 
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 203 
 
 'And when hoary hairs shall their temples 
 
 adorn, 
 
 'Like lambs, they shall still in my bosom be 
 borne. 
 
 'The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, 
 ' I will not, I will not, desert to his foes ; 
 'That soul, though all hell should endeavor 
 to shake, 
 
 4 I'll never, no never, no never forsake ! 
 
 song 25. 7. 6. 
 
 Come all ye weary travellers, 
 
 Now let us join and sing 
 The everlasting praises 
 
 Of Jesus, our great King 
 We've had a tedious journey, 
 
 And tiresome, 'tis true, 
 But see how many dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us through. 
 
 At first, when Jesus found us, 
 
 He called us unto him, 
 And pointed out the danger 
 
 Of falling into sin. 
 The world, the flesh and satan 
 
 Would prove a fata! snare, 
 Unless we did reject them 
 
 By faith and humble prayer. 
 G6 
 
204: 
 
 SPIRITUAL ' 
 
 But, by our disobedience, 
 
 With sorrow we confess. 
 We have had long; to wander 
 
 In a dark wilderness ! 
 V» here we might have fainted 
 
 In that enchanted ground, 
 But now and then a cluster 
 
 Of pleasant grapes we found. 
 
 • The pleasant fruits of Canaan 
 
 Give life, and joy, and peace, 
 Revive our drooping spirits, 
 
 And love and strength increase j 
 To confess our Lord and Master, 
 
 And run at his command, 
 And hasten on our journey 
 
 Unto the promis'd land. 
 
 With faith, and hope, and patience. 
 
 We're made for to rejoice, 
 And Jesus and his people 
 
 Forever are our choice. 
 In srace and consolation 
 
 We now are going on 
 The pleasing way to Canaan, 
 
 W T here Jesus Christ is gone. 
 
 Sinners, why stand you idle, 
 W r hile we do march along ? 
 
 Has conscience never told you 
 That you are going wrong? 
 
SONGS. 
 
 205 
 
 Down the broad road to darkness, 
 To bear an endless curse ? 
 
 Forsake your ways of sinning, 
 And come and go with us. 
 
 But if you will refuse it, 
 
 "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 ; 
 Cotne, try a bleeding Saviour, 
 
 And see the waters flow. 
 
 Now 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. 
 
 60XG 26. 9. 8. 
 
 Come all ye people, of my nation, 
 Come listen awhile, and I'll relate 
 
 The wonders of my sad condition, 
 And how I travel 'd from that state. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 I was born blind, to sin inclin'd, 
 As all the race of Adam were ; 
 
 Full sixteen years I was delighted, 
 In civil mirth, and void of fear. 
 
 One time, unthoughted, I went to meeting. 
 
 And heard a woman relating there, 
 Her travel from her dreadful station, 
 
 And how she came the Lord to fear. 
 I saw while she was thus relating, 
 
 The awful state that I was in ; 
 I saw my soul was unconverted, 
 
 And always had been dead in sin. 
 Then I began to think of praying. 
 
 And trying for to seek the Lord ; 
 But still my soul was much distressed ; 
 
 Before I unto Jesus cried. 
 
 Then I began to seek for pardon, 
 And cry to God my soul to save, 
 
 I left my ways of light diversion, 
 And then God's mercy I did crave. 
 
 My sins began like pointed mountains, 
 To stand against me every day ; 
 
 My sins I often was recounting, 
 But all in vain, my grief to allay. 
 
 One night, while thinking on the Saviour, 
 And what he'd done lor sinful man, 
 
 I thought myself was out of favor, 
 And ne'er his goodness should obtain. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 207 
 
 Mount Sinai's thunder roar'd against mo, 
 
 Not only for my outward sin, 
 But in my heart I ?aw a fountain, 
 
 Which made my actions all unclean. 
 
 I saw myself justly condemn'd, 
 
 And thought my soul to hell must go; 
 
 But still I cried thy mercy extended, 
 
 Would make my soul thy goodness know. 
 
 While I was thus desiring a fountain, 
 
 Those words with pow'rdid run through me 
 
 Well Christ remembers Calvary's mountain, 
 Nor lets his saints forgetful be. 
 
 Oh, then by faith I thought I view'd him; 
 As hanging on the accursed tree: 
 
 0 then my soul was much uplifted; 
 I then believ'd he died for me. 
 
 Come, Christians, join with me in praising 
 The blessed Lamb of Calvary; 
 
 1 hope to praise hnn while I'm living, 
 And after death eternally. 
 
 SONG 27. 8. 7. 
 
 Bright scenes of glory strike my sense, 
 And all my passions capture ; 
 
 Eternal beauties round me shine, 
 Infusing warmest rapture. 
 
208 SPIRITUAL 
 
 I dive in pleasures deep and full, 
 
 In swelling waves of glory, 
 And feel my Saviour in my soul, 
 
 And groan to tell my story. 
 
 I feast on honey, milk and wine; 
 
 I drink perpetual sweetness ; 
 Mount Zion's glories through me shine, 
 
 While Christ unfolds his greatness: 
 No mortal tongue can show my joys, 
 
 Nor can an angel tell them ; 
 Ten thousand times surpassing all 
 
 Terrestrial worlds or emblems, 
 
 My captivated spirits fly 
 
 Thro' shining worlds of beauty;' 
 Dissolv'd in blushes, loud I cry, 
 
 In praises loud and mighty:" 
 And here I'll sing and swell the strains,'; ] 
 
 Of harmony, delighted, 
 And with the millions learn the notes 
 
 Of saints, in Christ united. 
 
 The bliss that rolls through those above, 
 
 Through those in glory seated, 
 Which causes them loud songs to sing, 
 
 Ten thousand times repeated ; 
 Darts through my soul with radiant beams, 
 
 Constraining loudest praises ;1 
 O'erwhelming all my powers with joy, 
 
 While all within me blazes.. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 200 
 
 When earth and seas shall be no more, 
 
 And all their glories perish ; 
 When sun and moon shall cease to shine, 
 
 And stars at midnight languish, 
 My joys, refin'd, shall brighter shine, 
 
 Mount heaven's radiant g\ory, 
 And tell, through one eternal day, 
 
 Love's all-immortal story. 
 
 song 28. 6. 8. 
 
 What contradictions meet 
 
 In ministers' employ! 
 It is a bitter sweet, 
 
 A sorrow full of joy; 
 No other post affords a place 
 For equal honor and disgrace ! 
 
 Who can describe the pain, 
 Which faithful preachers feel, 
 
 Constrain'd to speak in vain, 
 To hearts as hard as steel ? 
 
 But who can tell the pleasures felt, 
 
 When stubborn hearts begin to melt ! 
 
 The Saviour's dying love, 
 
 The soul's amazing worth, 
 Their utmost efforts move, 
 
 And draw their bowels forth ; 
 They pray and strive, their rest departs, 
 Till Christ be form'd in sinners' hearts. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 If some small hope appear, 
 
 They still are not content; 
 But with a jealous fear, ' 
 
 They watch for the event ; 
 Too oft they find their hope deceiv'd, 
 Then how their inmost souls are griev'd 
 
 But when their pains succeed, 
 
 And from the tender blade, 
 The ripening ears proceed, 
 
 Their toils are overpaid ! 
 No harvest joys can equal theirs, 
 To find the fruit of all their cares. 
 
 HYMN 29. 8\S. 
 
 My gracious Redeemer I love ! 
 
 His praises aloud I'll proclaim, 
 And join with the armies above, 
 
 To shout his adorable name : 
 To gaze on his glories divine, 
 
 Shall be my eternal employ, 
 And feel them incessantly shine, 
 
 My boundless, ineffable joy. 
 
 He freely redeem'd with his blood, 
 My soul from the confines of hell, 
 
 To live on the smiles of my God, 
 And in his sweet presence to dwell ; 
 
 To shine with the angels of light : 
 With saints, and with seraphs to sing 
 
SONGS. 211 
 
 To view, with eternal delight, 
 My Jesus, my Saviour, iny King. 
 
 In Meshech, as yet, I reside, 
 
 A. darksome and restless abode ! 
 Molested with foes on each side, 
 
 And longing to dwell with my God : ^ 
 Oh, when shall my .-pirit exchange 
 
 This cell of corruptible clay 
 For mansions celestial, and range 
 
 Through realms of ineffable day ! 
 
 My glorious Redeemer! I long 
 
 To see thee descend on the cloud, 
 Amidst the bright numberless throng, 
 
 And mix with the triumphing crowd ! 
 Oh, when wilt thou bid me ascend, 
 
 To join in thy praises above, 
 To gaze on thee, world without end, 
 
 And feast on thy ravishing love ? 
 
 Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain, 
 
 Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear, 
 Shall ever molest me again, 
 
 Perfection of glory reigns there : 
 This soul and this body shall shine 
 
 In robes of salvation and praise, 
 And banquet on pleasures divine, 
 
 Where God his full beauty displays. 
 
 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns, 
 Your pride with disdain I survey ; 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Your pomps are but shadows and sounds., 
 And pass in a moment away : 
 
 The crown that my Saviour bestows, 
 Yon permanent sun shall outshine; 
 
 My jo)' everlastingly flows, — 
 My God, my Redeemer, is mine. 
 
 BONO 30. 8. 6. 
 
 0, 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 rny love renew, 
 
 O, what a heaven have I ! 
 
 My sorrow's past, and I at last 
 
 "Have heavenly comforts found ; 
 My heart to Jesus I have given, 
 
 And I'm for Canaan bound. 
 If fellowship with saints below, 
 
 Is to our souls so sweet, 
 What heavenly comforts shall we know, 
 
 When round his throne we meet ! 
 
 While here we sit and sing his love, 
 
 With rapture so divine, 
 With patience more like those above, 
 
 While in these songs we join, 
 
BOXGS. 
 
 Our hearts are filPd with holy zeal, 
 
 We long to see the King ; 
 We long to reach those heavenly hills, 
 
 Where saints and angels sing. 
 
 Sinners, come try, you that stand by, 
 
 You may be happy too; 
 Christ died tor all that on him call, 
 
 Sinners he died for yon. 
 If I could know which of you'd go, 
 . I'd take you by the hand, 
 And lead you on the way Christ's gone 
 
 Toward the heavenly land. 
 
 On the other hand, if you will stand 
 
 Just on the brink of hell, 
 I'll 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. 
 
 SONG 31. Ts. 
 
 Hark! my soul, it is the Lord , 
 'Tis the Saviour, hear his word ; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee — 
 " Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?" 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 "1 deliver'd thee when bound, 
 "And when wounded, heal'd thy wound 
 "Sought thee Wand'riiig, set thee right, 
 " Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
 
 " Can a woman's tender care 
 
 " Cease towards the child she bare ? 
 
 " Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 
 " Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 " Higher than the heights above, 
 "Deeper than the depths beneath — 
 "Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
 " When the work of grace is done — 
 " Partner of my throne shall be — 
 " Say, poor sinners, lovest thou me !'" 
 
 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is cold and faint; 
 Yet I love thee, I adore — 
 O for grace to love thee more ! 
 
 song 32. 8. 7. 8. 8. 8. 
 
 This world is all a fleeting show, 
 
 For man's probation given ; 
 The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, 
 Deceitful shine, deceitful flow — 
 
 There's nothing true but heaven. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 21 
 
 Poor wand'rers of a stormy day, 
 From wave to wave we're driven, 
 
 And fancy's flash, and reasons ray, 
 ) Serve but to light us on the way — ■ 
 There's nothing calm but heaven. 
 
 And false the light on glory's plume, 
 
 As fading hues at even, 
 And genius' bud, and beauty's bloom, 
 Are blossoms gathered for the tomb — 
 
 There's nothing bright but heaven. 
 
 And where 's the hand held out to cheer, 
 
 The heart with anguish riven ? 
 For sorrow's sigh and troubles tear 
 Have never found a refuge here — 
 There's nothing kind but heaven. 
 
 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, 
 
 Without their sins forgiven ; 
 True pleasure, everlasting peace, 
 Are only found in God's free grace — 
 
 There's nothing good but heaven. 
 
 From such as walk in wisdom's road, 
 
 Corroding fears are driven ; 
 They're washed in Christ's atoning blood, 
 Enjoy communion with their God, 
 
 And find ther way to heaven. 
 
 THE CONTRAST. 
 
 "This world's not all a fleeting show. 
 For man's illusion given ;" 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 He that hath sooth'd a widow's wo, 
 Or wip'd an orphan's tear, doth know 
 There's something here of heaven. 
 
 And lie that walks life's thorny way, 
 
 With feelings calm and even ; 
 Whose path is lit from day to day, 
 By virtue's bright and steady ray, 
 Hath something felt of heaven. 
 
 He that the Christian course has run, 
 
 And all his foes forgiven ; 
 Who measures out life's little span, 
 In love to God, in love to man, 
 
 On earth has tasted heaven. 
 
 SONG 33. ll's 
 
 The Lord is the fountain of goodness and 
 love ! 
 
 In Eden once flowing in streams from above; 
 Refresh'd, every moment,the first happy pair, 
 Till sin stopp'd the current and brought in 
 despair. 
 
 0 wretched condition ! what anguish and 
 pain, 
 
 They thirst for a fountain, but seek it in vain! 
 To sin's bitter waters they fly for relief, 
 They drink, and the draught increases their 
 grief. 
 
SONGS. 217 
 
 [Glad .tidings, glad tidings, no more we com- 
 plain, 
 
 Our Jesus has open'd the fountain again ! 
 fiVow, mingled with mercy, enrich'd with 
 I free grace, 
 
 In Zion 'tis flowing, come sinners and taste. 
 
 How happy the prospect, how pleasant the 
 
 road, 
 
 When led down the stream by the angel of 
 
 God ; 
 
 Though narrow at first, yet we find it at 
 . last, 
 
 A river so boundless it cannot be pass'd. 
 
 Come sinners, poor sinners, 'tis boundless 
 and free ; 
 
 [In Zion 'tis flowing, 'tis open'd for thee ; 
 [This water has virtue to heal all complaints, 
 [Come drink, ye diseas'd, and rejoice with 
 the saints. 
 
 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. 
 
 Ho ! all ye sinners, ye halt and ye blind, 
 Ye penitent mourners, here life you may 
 find ; 
 
218 SPIRITUAL 
 
 The spirit invites you, the bride bids yoi 
 
 come, 
 
 O call all your neighbors, for yet there i 
 room. 
 
 SONG 34. 8's. 
 
 My dearest friends, in bonds of love, 
 Our hearts in sweetest union prove, 
 Your friendship like a drawing band, 
 Yet we must take the parting hand. 
 Your presence sweet, your union dear, 
 Your words delightful to my ear ; 
 And when I see that we must part, 
 You draw like cords around my heart. 
 
 How sweet the hours have passed away, 
 When we have met to sing and pray; 
 How loath I have been to leave the place, 
 Where Jesus shows his smiling face. 
 O could I stay with friends so kind, 
 How it would cheer my struggling mind! 
 But duty makes me understand,. 
 That we must take ihe parting hand. 
 
 How oft I've seen the flowing tears, 
 And heard you tell your hopes and fears, 
 Your hearts with love have seemed to flame, 
 Which makes me hope we'll meet again. 
 
SOXGS, 
 
 219 
 
 le mourning: souls in sad surprise, 
 esus remembers all your cries ; 
 ) taste his grace in all that land, 
 We'll no more take the parting hand. 
 
 soxg 35. 12. 11. 
 
 Farewell my dear kindred, whose love 
 
 needs no token, 
 To think I must leave you, grief pains my 
 
 poor heart ; 
 With parents, the tenderest of ties must be 
 
 broken, 
 
 And brothers and sisters, with you I must 
 part. 
 
 rho' you I must leave, yet in hope of sal- 
 vation, 
 
 I freely can part with each friend and rela- 
 tion, 
 
 Ind patiently wander throughout wide crea- 
 tion, 
 
 To point dying sinners to Jesus' blood. 
 
 farewell my dear brethren, in Jesus my Sa- 
 viour, 
 
 With whom I so often sweet counsel have 
 took; 
 
 still press on your journey, watch well your 
 behavior, 
 
220 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Obey Christ's commands and for strength 
 to him look ; 
 My Saviour commands me, and I must now 
 leave you, 
 
 But hush ! sad emotions, let parting not 
 grieve you, # 
 Rejoice in that day when I hope to receive 
 you, 
 
 When parting and sorrow shall pain us no 
 more. 
 
 Farewell, young companions, who long have 
 been sporting, 
 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 ! 
 
 For you I still mourn while I view your 
 condition, 
 
 I tremble lest you may sink into perdition! 
 0 turn to the Saviour, the soul's grand phy- 
 sician, 
 
 Who now stands inviting and bidding you 
 come. 
 
 Farewell old and young, sinners, brethren and 
 kindred, 
 
 Once more with affection I bid )'ou adieu ! 
 My Saviour commands me, I must not be 
 hindered, 
 
SONGS. 
 
 221 
 
 The way lies before me, and I must pur- 
 sue. 
 
 O Jesus, be with me, my friend and my Sa- 
 viour, 
 
 Protect and defend me from all harm and 
 danger, 
 
 To heaven at last bring this exile and stran- 
 ger, 
 
 To sing hallelujah forever above. 
 
 SONG 36. C. M. 
 
 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 
 
 And bear the cross for me ! 
 And shall I fear to own thy name, 
 
 Or thy disciple be ? 
 
 Forbid, my Lord, that I should dread 
 
 To sutler pain or loss ; 
 But in thy footsteps let me tread, 
 
 And glory in thy cross, 
 
 Inspire my soul with life divine, 
 
 And holy courage bold , 
 Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine, 
 
 Nor love, nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 Say to my soul, why dost thou fear, 
 
 " The face of feeble man ? 
 "Behold thy heavenly Captain here, 
 
 " Before thee in the van." 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 O, how my soul would up and run, 
 At that transporting word ! 
 
 Nor any painful suffering shun, 
 To follow thee, my Lord. 
 
 To thee I cheerfully submit, 
 And all my powers resign ; — 
 
 Let wisdom point out what is fit, 
 And I'll no more repine. 
 
 SONG 37. 8's. 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation, 
 The glad tidings of salvation, 
 Published to every creature, 
 Of the ruined sons of nature — 
 
 Jesus reigns ! 
 He reizns victorious, 
 Over Heaven and earth most glorious. 
 
 Jesus reigns! 
 
 See the royal banner flying ; 
 Hear the heralds loudly crying, 
 Rebel sinners, royal favor, 
 Now is offered by the Saviour. 
 
 Hear, ye sons of wrath and ruin, 
 Who have wrought your own undoing 
 Here is life and free salvation, 
 Olfer'd to the whole creation. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 223 
 
 'Tvvas for you that Jesus died, 
 And for you was crucified, 
 Conquer'd death and rose to heaven, 
 Life eternal through him given ! 
 
 Turn unto the Lord most holy ; 
 Shun the paths of vice and folly; 
 Turn, or you are lost forever! 
 Oh, now fly unto the Saviour. 
 
 Here is wine, and rnik, and honey, 
 Come and purchase without money ; 
 Mercies flowing like a fountain, 
 Streaming from the holy mountain. 
 
 Shout ye tongues of every nation, 
 Christ has died for your salvation ! 
 Shout with joyful acclamation, 
 Shout aloud the proclamation. 
 
 Shout, ye saints, and joyful mention, 
 Him who wrought out your redemption, 
 Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, 
 The Almighty King of Zion. 
 
 Now our souls have caught new fire ; 
 Brethren, raise your voices higher; 
 Angels shout the joyful story, 
 Through all the bright world of glory. 
 
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 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 38. C. M. 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 
 O how I long for thee ; 
 When will my sorrows have an end, 
 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
 
 Most glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
 
 Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 
 
 Thy garden and thy pleasant green, 
 My study long have been ; 
 
 Such sparkling light by human sight, 
 Has never yet been seen. 
 
 Is heaven thus glorious, O my Lord ! 
 
 Why should I stay from thence ? 
 What folly 'tis that I should dread 
 
 To die and go from hence. 
 
 Reach down, reach down thine arm of 
 
 And cause me to ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 
 And sabbaths never end. 
 
 Jesus, my love, to glory's gone, 
 
 Him will I go and see ; 
 And all my brethren here below 
 
 Will soon come after me. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 225 
 
 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 
 
 I leave you in God's care ; 
 And should I here no more see you 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 
 There we shall meet and part no more, 
 And heaven shall ring with praise ; 
 
 While Jesus' love in every heart, 
 Shall tune the song free grace. 
 
 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. 
 
 Millions of years around may run, 
 
 Our songs will still go on, 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 
 Ahd Spirit, three in one. 
 
 song 39. 8. 7. 4. 8. 
 
 Day of judgment, day of wonders ! 
 
 Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, 
 Louder than a thousand thunders, 
 
 Shakes the vast creation round ! 
 How the summons will the sinner's heart 
 confound ! 
 
 See the Judge our nature wearing, 
 Cloth'd in majesty divine ! 
 n 
 
226 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Yon who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then shall say, " This God is mine !" 
 Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for 
 thine ! 
 
 At his call, the dead awaken, 
 Rise to life from earth and sea; 
 
 All the pow'rs of nature shaken 
 By his looks, prepare to flee : 
 
 Careless sinner, what will then become of 
 thee ? 
 
 Horrors past imagination, 
 
 Will surprise your trembling heart, 
 When you hear your condemnation, 
 
 "Hence, accursed wretch, depart! 
 Thou with satan and his angels have thy 
 part!" 
 
 Satan, who now tries to please you, 
 
 Lest you timely warning take, 
 When that word is past, will seize you, 
 
 Plunge you in the burning lake : 
 Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all's at stake! 
 
 But to those who have confessed, 
 Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below, 
 
 He will say, "Come near ye blessed, 
 " See the kingdom I bestow ; 
 
 " You, forever shall my love and glory know." 
 
 Under sorrows and reproaches, 
 May this thought your courage raise ; 
 
SONGS. 
 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
 
 Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise 
 We shall triumph when the world is in a bl 
 
 SONG 40. 7. 
 
 Children" of the heavenly King, 
 As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 Ye are travelling home to God, 
 In the way the lathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 O ye banish 'd seed be glad ! 
 Christ our advocate is made ; 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 Shout, ye little flock and blest, 
 You on Jesus' throne shall rest; 
 There your seat is now prepar'd, 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land ; 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undismay'd go on. 
 n2 
 
228 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Lord, submissive make us go. 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 som 41. 8. 6. 
 
 Arise and shine, 0 Zion, fair, 
 
 Behold thy light is come; 
 Thy glorious, conqu'ring king is near; 
 
 To take his exiles home : 
 The trumpet's thundering through the skies, 
 
 To set poor captives free : 
 The day of wonder now is come, 
 
 The year of jubilee. 
 
 Ye heralds, blow the trumpet loud, 
 
 Throughout the earth and sky ; 
 Go spread the news from pole to pole, 
 
 Behold the judgment's nigh ! 
 Enthron'd on clouds, the Judge descends. 
 
 Inviting saints to come, 
 And angels whisper us away 
 
 To their eternal home. 
 
 "Arise! ye nations, from the tomb, 
 
 Before the Judge appear!" 
 All tongues and languages must come. 
 
 Their final doom to hear. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 229 
 
 Blow out the sun, burn up the earth, 
 
 Consume the rolling flood ; 
 Let nature groan in pangs of death— 
 
 The moon be turn'd to blood ! 
 
 The joyful news of gospel grace, 
 
 To sinners now is o'er; 
 The trump in Zion now is still, 
 
 And to be heard no more ; 
 The watchmen all have left ther walls, 
 
 And with their llocks above, 
 They join with all the heavenly host9 
 
 To sing redeeming love. 
 
 Behold a pilgrim as he dies, 
 
 With glory in his view ; 
 To heaven he lifts his longing eye9, 
 
 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. 
 
 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 
 
 I hope to meet you there ; 
 Although you tread enchanted ground, 
 
 Be bold, and never fear; 
 Tight on, fight on, ye conquering souls, 
 
 The heavenly land's in view; 
 I soon shall gain fair Canaan's shore, 
 
 And hope to meet with you. 
 
230 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 soxo 42. 8. 8. 8. 8. 7. • 
 
 While angels strike their tuneful strings, 
 And veil their faces with their wings, 
 Each saint on earth his Jesus sings, 
 And joins to praise the King of kings, 
 That sav'd his soul from ruin. 
 
 But sinners, fond of earthly toys, 
 Mock ana deride, while saints rejoice ; 
 They close their ears at Jesus' voice ; 
 They make the world and sin their choice. 
 And force their way to ruin. 
 
 The preachers warn them night and day; 
 For them, the Christians weep and pray; 
 But sinners laugh and turn away, 
 And join the wicked, vain, and gay, 
 And throng the road to ruin. 
 
 Sometimes by preaching, sinners see 
 They're doom'd to hell and misery; 
 To turn to God they then agree, 
 But O! 'tis wicked company 
 That leads them on to ruin. 
 
 Sometimes, when nothing else will do, 
 Affliction will his danger sho\v, 
 And bring the haughty sinner low ; 
 Then he'll repent, and pray, and vow 
 To leave the road to ruin. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 231 
 
 In dreadful visions of the night, 
 The Lord doth guilty souls affright, 
 They tremble at the awful sight, 
 But often, with the morning light, 
 Pursue the road to ruin. 
 
 When every way is tried in vain, 
 No more the Spirit strives with man; 
 The blow is struck — the sinner's slain — > 
 O'erwhelm'd with guilt, and fear and pain, 
 He sinks in endless ruin ! 
 
 O sinners, turn — long lime you've stood 
 Oppos'd to God and all that's good ; 
 Lay down your arms, submit to God, 
 And thus he sav'd through Jesus' blood, 
 From sin and endless ruin. 
 
 SONG 43. 8. 6. 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 O, the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 
 And rivers of delight. 
 
 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 
 On. trees immortal grow ; 
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232 SPIRITUAL 
 
 There rocks, and brooks, and hills, and vales 
 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 O'er all those wide extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day; 
 There God, the Son forever reigns, 
 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 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. 
 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And be forever bless'd ? 
 When shall I see my Fa'her's face, 
 
 And in his bosom rest? 
 
 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul 
 
 Can here no longer stay ; 
 Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 
 Fearless I'd launch away: 
 With joy exchange all earthly things, 
 
 For God's eternal love ; 
 Ye angel bands expand your wings, 
 
 And bear my soul above. 
 
 SONG 44. 8. 7. 
 
 Now the Saviour stands a pleading. 
 
 At the sinner's bolted heart; 
 Now in heav'n he's interceding, 
 
 Undertaking sinner's part. 
 
SONGS* 
 
 233 
 
 CHORUS. 
 Sinners can you slight this Sai'iour? 
 
 Will yon thrust him from your armsl 
 Once he died for your behaviour, 
 
 Now he calls you to his charms. 
 
 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed, 
 
 Shows his wounded hands and feet; 
 Father, save them, though they're bloodred, 
 
 Raise them to a heavenly seat. 
 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, 
 
 Hear his gracious voice to-day; 
 Turn from all your vain behaviour, 
 
 O repent! return and pray. 
 O be wise before you languish 
 
 On the bed of dying strife ? 
 Endiess joy, or dreadlul anguish, 
 
 Turn upon th' events of life. 
 Now he's waiting to be gracious, 
 
 Now he stands and 1-ioks on thee ; 
 See, what kindness, love and pity, 
 
 Shine around on you and me. 
 Open now your hearts before him; 
 
 Bid the Saviour welcome in ; 
 Now receive, and O, adore him ! 
 
 Take a full discharge from sin. 
 Come, for all things now are ready, 
 
 Yet there's room for many more ; 
 O ye blind, ye lame and needy, 
 
 Come to wisdom's boundless store. 
 h5 
 
234 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SOXG 45. 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 When these burnish'd 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-lovM bow'r remain, 
 Here may we all meet again ! 
 
 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. 
 
 * Composed, with a little variation, by three Indians, 
 who were educated at Dartmouth College, at their 
 last interview beneath a favorite bower. 
 
songs. 235 
 
 song 4G. 8. G. 
 
 Attend, young friends,"while I relate 
 
 Tlie dangers you are in, 
 The evils that around you wait, 
 
 While subject unto sin. 
 Although you flourish like the rose, 
 
 While in its branches green, 
 Your sparkling eye in death must close, 
 
 Nu more will you be seen. 
 
 In silent'shades you mu st lie down, 
 
 Long in your graves to dwell, 
 Your friends will then stand weeping round. 
 
 And bid a long farewell. 
 How small this world will then appear, 
 
 At that tremendous hour, 
 When you" Jehovah's voice shall hear, 
 
 And feel his mighty power. 
 
 In vain you'll mourn, your days are past* 
 
 Alas, those days are gone, 
 Your golden hours are spent at last, 
 
 And never to return. 
 O come this moment and begin, 
 
 While life's sweet moments last; 
 Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin, 
 
 And he'll^l'orgive what's past. 
 
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236 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 47. C. M. 
 
 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." 
 
 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." 
 
 What though afflictions still abound, 
 
 Your troubles still increase; 
 He says, and O how sweet the sound I 
 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 What though your hearts with sorrow bleed » 
 
 And sighs and tears increase ; 
 He says, and it is true indeed, 
 
 " In me ye shall have peace." 
 
 Tho' you shall pass thro' 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." 
 
 When you his face in glory view, 
 
 Where joy can ne'er decrease, 
 Eternity shall prove it true, 
 
 " In bini ye shall have peace*" 
 
BONG& 
 
 60NG 48. C. M. 
 
 Jesus ! thou art the sinner's friend, 
 
 As such I look to thee; 
 Now in the bowels of thy love. 
 
 Oh Lord ! remember me. 
 
 Remember thy pure word of grace. 
 
 Remember Calvary ; 
 Remember all thy dying groans. 
 
 And then remember me. 
 
 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 
 
 I yield myself to thee ; 
 While thou art sitting on thy throne, 
 
 Oh Lord! remember me. 
 
 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, 
 
 Yet thy salvation's free : 
 Then in thy all abounding grace. 
 
 Oh Lord! remember me. 
 
 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd, 
 
 Howe'er oppress'd I be ; 
 Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 
 
 Do thou remember me. 
 
 And when I close my eyes in death, 
 And creature helps all flee, 
 
 Then, oh my great Redeemer, God i 
 I pray remember me. 
 
238 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 song 49. 7. 6. 7. 6. 8. 6 
 
 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 opprest, 
 Jesus, master seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast ! 
 
 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 possest; 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast ! 
 
 Worldly good I do not want, 
 
 Be 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 blest; 
 Jesus, master, seal my peace, 
 
 And take me to thy breast ! 
 
 This delight I fain would prove, 
 And then resign my breath, 
 
SONGS. 
 
 239 
 
 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 ! 
 
 SONG 50. 12. 11. 
 
 Ye children of Zion, now bound to the 
 kingdom, 
 
 Attune all your voices, and help me to sing, 
 Sweet anthems of praises to my blessed Jesus 
 For he is my prophet, my priest and my king. 
 When Jesus first found me to hell I was 
 going ; 
 
 His love did surround me, and save me from 
 ruin, 
 
 He kindly received me, and from guilt 
 
 releiv'd me, 
 And taught me aloud, his sweet praises to 
 
 sing. 
 
 Why should you go wand'ring from such a 
 Physician 
 
 Who's able and willing your sickness to cure? 
 Come to him believing, tho' bad your con~ 
 dition, 
 
 His Father has promis'd your case to ensure; 
 
240 SPIRITUAL 
 
 My soul he has healed, my heart it rejoices. 
 He's brought me to Zion to hear the glad 
 voices, 
 
 I'll serve him, and praise him, and always 
 adore him, 
 
 Till we meet in glory, where parting's no 
 more. 
 
 My heart's now in heavpn to Jesus ascended 
 I'm bound to press forward to the mark of 
 the prize, 
 
 And when my temptations and trials are 
 ended. 
 
 On th' wings of bright seraphs I hope to 
 arise ; 
 
 0 Christians ! I'm happy in this contempla- 
 
 tion, 
 
 My soul is refresh'd with the streams of 
 salvation, 
 
 1 long to be flying, that I may be vying, 
 With saints and bright angels that shout 
 
 in the skies. 
 
 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, fair Canaan's 
 before you ; 
 Ascend the bright mountain, still shouting 
 free grace ! 
 On Salem's strong tower we'll sing hallelujah 
 Reviv'd with the smiles of sweet Jesus' 
 face ; 
 
 No sorrow, no sighing, no weeping, no 
 mourning, 
 
songs. 241 
 
 To tho=:e who there enter, there is no re* 
 turning, 
 
 But loving, and feasting, and shouting and 
 singing, 
 
 All glory to Jesus the source of free grace. 
 
 My soul's full of glory, I can't stay much 
 longer, 
 
 The angels in glory now call me away ; 
 My spirit in Jesus grows stronger and 
 stronger, 
 
 O how it exults to behold the bright day! 
 O Christians, O Christians, O had you not 
 rather, 
 
 Be shouting in glory with Jesus your Saviour 
 Where cbuds, and temptations, and sins and 
 vexations, 
 
 Are all lost forever in perfect bright day ? 
 
 This moment, the angels are hov'ring around 
 us, 
 
 And joining with mortals to praise Zion'3 
 King, 
 
 And waiting for Jesus to call us and crown 
 us, 
 
 And make heaven's arches with praises to 
 ring ! 
 
 Come, fathers and mothers, let us all go 
 together, 
 
 The wife and the husband, the sister and 
 brother, 
 
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 And vise to the ocean of love, with emotion 
 Of praise unto Jesus forever to sing. 
 
 song 51. 6. 6. 
 
 How happy every child of grace, 
 
 Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
 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 saints' delight, 
 
 The heaven prepar'd for me. 
 
 0 what a blessed hope is ours ! 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste Ihe heavenly powers, 
 
 And antedate that day ; 
 We feel the resurrection near, 
 
 Our life in Christ conceaTd, 
 And with his glorious presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels fill'd. 
 
 O would he more of heaven bestow ! 
 
 And let the vessels break ; 
 And let our ransom'd spirits 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. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 song 52. 7. 6. 
 
 Oh when shall I see Jesus, 
 
 And reign with him above ? 
 And from the flowing fountain 
 
 Drink everlasting love ? 
 When shall I be deliver'd, 
 
 From this vain world of sin. 
 And with my blessed Jesus, 
 
 Drink endless praises in ! 
 
 But now I am a soldier, 
 
 (Vly Captain's gone before ; 
 He's given me my orders, 
 
 And bid me not give o'er — 
 His promises are faithful. 
 
 A crown of life he'll give, 
 And all his valiant soldiers, 
 
 Eternally shall live. 
 
 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, 0 my friends, prove faithful, 
 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 And if you meet with troubles 
 And trials on the way, 
 
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 Then cast )*our 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. 
 
 O do not be discouraged, 
 
 For Jesus is your friend, 
 And if you lack for knowledge* 
 
 He'll not refuse to lend; 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 
 Though often you request, 
 But give you grace to conquer, 
 
 And take you home to rest. 
 
 Ou* 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 gloriousjaptures, 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 And when the last loud trumpet, 
 Shall rend the vaulted skies, 
 
 And bid the entombed millions, 
 From their cold beds arise ; 
 
 Our ransom'd dust revived, 
 New beauties shall put on, 
 
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 And soar to the blest mansion, 
 Where our Redeemer's gone. 
 
 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 tongues shall chant the praise8 
 Of our immortal King. 
 
 SONG 53. L. M. 
 
 There is a school on earth begun, 
 Halle hallelujah, 
 Supported by the holy One: 
 
 Glory O Hallelujah. 
 He calls his pupils for to prove, 
 
 Halle hallelujah, 
 The greatness of redeeming love. 
 
 Sing Glory O hallelujah. 
 Then come my friends, where'er you be, 
 Say will you go to school with me? 
 Christ Jesus is my master's name, 
 Come deaf and dumb, come blind and lame. 
 
 Our school books are the scriptures true, 
 Our lessons are forever new ; 
 The scholars too are all agreed. 
 It is a blessed school indeed. 
 
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 My Master learns the blind to see, 
 Then come ye blind, the school is free ; 
 My Master learns the lame to walk, 
 He also learns the dumb to talk. 
 
 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. 
 
 He learns the swearing man to pray, 
 Then come, profane, without delay; 
 He'll change your tongues to speak his na 
 And spread abroad a Saviour's fame. 
 
 SONG 54. L. M. 
 
 I kntow that my Redeemer lives, 
 What comfort this swoet sentence gives 
 He lives, he lives, who once was dead, 
 He lives, my everlasting Head. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 SONG 55. 7. 6. 
 
 Mixtures of joys and sorrow, 
 
 I daily do pass through ; 
 Sometimes I'm in a valley, 
 
 And sinking down with woe; 
 Sometimes I am exalted — 
 
 On eagles' wings I fly — 
 I rise above mjr troubles, 
 
 And hope to reach the sky. 
 
 Sometimes I'm full of doubting, 
 And think 1 have no grace ; 
 
 Sometimes I'm full of praising, 
 When Christ reveals his face ; 
 
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 Sometimes my hope's so little, 
 I think I'll throw it by; 
 
 Sometimes it seems sufficient, 
 If I were call'd to die. 
 
 Sometimes I shun the Christian 
 
 Lest he should talk to me ; 
 Sometimes he is the neighbor 
 
 I long the most to see ; 
 Sometimes we meet together, 
 
 The season's dry and dull ; 
 Sometimes vve find a blessing— 
 
 With joy it fills my soul. 
 
 Sometimes I am oppressed, 
 By Pharoah's cruel hand ; 
 
 Sometimes I look o'er Jordan, 
 And view the promis'd land; 
 
 Sometimes I am in darkness ; 
 Sometimes I'm in the light, 
 
 And then my soul is winged- 
 Upward it speeds its flight. 
 
 Sometimes I travel, mourning, 
 
 Down Babel's ancient stream 
 Sometimes my Lord's religion 
 
 Appears my only theme ; 
 Sometimes when I am praying. 
 
 It seems almost a task ; 
 Sometimes I find a blessing, 
 
 The greatest I can ask. 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 Sometimes I read my Bible, 
 
 And 'tis a sealed book ; 
 Sometimes I find a blessing 
 
 Whene'er therein I look; 
 Sometimes I go to meeting, 
 
 And wish myself at home ; 
 Sometimes I find my Saviour, 
 
 And then I'm glad I come. 
 
 Lord, why am I thus tossed— 
 
 Thus tossed to and fro? 
 Why are my hopes thus crossed 
 
 Where'er I'm call'd to go? 
 O Lord, thou never changest, 
 
 And 'tis because I stray; 
 O! grant me thine assistance, 
 
 And keep me in thy way. 
 
 0 ! may thy counsels guide me, 
 
 And keep me while I live ; 
 In death be thou my portion, 
 
 And then my soul receive, 
 To praise my blessed Saviour, 
 
 And magnify his grace, 
 Bestow'd on such a sinner — 
 
 The chief of all the race. 
 
 There, with the holy angels, 
 That stand around the throne, 
 
 And saints of every nation, 
 Our voices join'd in one, 
 
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 We'll sound aloud the praises 
 Of our Redeemer, God, 
 
 Who sav'd us by his sorrows, 
 And vvash'd us in his blood. 
 
 SONG 56. L. M. 
 
 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. 
 
 The way the holy prophets went ; 
 The mad that leads from banishment; 
 The King's highway of holiness 
 I'll go! lor all his paths are peace. 
 
 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourn'd because I found it not; 
 My grief, my burden, long has been, 
 Because I could not cease from sin, 
 
 The more I strove against its power, 
 I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, 
 'Till late I Heard my Saviour say, 
 *' Come hither, soul, I am the way." 
 
 Lo! glad 1 come, and thou, blest Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee, as 1 am ; 
 My sinful self to thee I give — 
 Nothing but love shall I receive. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 Then will I tell to sinners round, 
 What a dear Saviour 1 have found; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And say, "behold the way to God!" 
 
 song 57. 8's. 
 
 O God, my heart with love in-f&me, 
 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 forevertnore, 
 On that eternal, happy shore. 
 
 0 hope of glory, Jesus, come, 
 
 And make my heart thy constant home ; 
 For the small remnant of my days, 
 
 1 want to sing and shout thy praise. 
 0 give me, Lord, a heart to pray, 
 And live rejoicing ev'ry day; 
 
 To give thee thanks in ev'ry thing, 
 And sing and shout, and shout and sing, 
 
 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 ; 
 
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 And as you march the solemn road, 
 Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 
 
 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 beds we'll spring, 
 
 And shout, O Death where is thy sting !— * 
 
 O Grave, where is thy victory ! 
 
 We'll shout to all eternity. 
 
 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. 
 
 song 58. 8. 8. 6. 
 
 Come, brethren, let us join and sing 
 The growing empire of our King, 
 
 Who spilt his precious blood; 
 His life a ransom gave for all, 
 That he might save our souls from thrall, 
 
 And bring us home to God. 
 
 He rides victorious through the land. 
 His saints rejoice, his heralds stand, 
 
And they aloud do call, 
 *« Sinners, repent, to Jesus fly, 
 "While he in mercy passes by, 
 
 "And offers grace to all !" 
 
 The work of God is going on ; 
 Souls daily flee from Babylon, 
 
 And on the Lord do call : 
 Old formalists do madly gaze, 
 And Babel's merchants stand amaz'd, 
 
 To see their mother fall. 
 
 The wilderness doth sweetly ring, 
 Willi prayers and praises to the King, 
 
 Who sits on Zion's hill ; 
 The towns and cities hear the voice, 
 The sinners mourn, the saints rejoice, 
 
 With praise the streets are fill'd. 
 
 Ride on all-conquering King, ride on, 
 Thy kingdom come, thy will be done 
 
 Let heaven and earth agree, 
 To sound aloud thy worthy fame, 
 Till all our souls shall be on flame 
 
 To rise and reign with thee. 
 
 song 59. 3. 6. 
 
 Sweet rivers of redeeming love, 
 
 Lie just before mine eye , 
 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 
 I'd to those rivers fly : 
 
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 I'd rise supeiior to my pain. 
 With joy outstrip the wind : 
 
 I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, 
 And leave the world behind. 
 
 In darkest shadows of the night, 
 
 Faith moirits 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, 
 
 1 still in triumph sing. 
 
 A lew more days, or years at most, 
 
 My troubles will be o'er, 
 I hope to join the heavenly host 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore : 
 
 0 come, my Saviour, come away, 
 And bear me through the sky, 
 
 Nor let thy chariot wheels delay, 
 Make haste and bring it nigh. 
 
 1 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. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 SONG GO. C. M. 
 
 Aim I a soldier of the Cross, 
 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 Must I be carried to the skies, 
 
 On flow'ry beds of ease, 
 "While others fight to win the prize, 
 
 And sail through bioody seas ? 
 
 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
 
 To help me home to God ? 
 
 Sure I must fight if I would reign : 
 Increase my courage, Lord ; 
 
 To hear the cross, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 Thy saints all in this glorious war, 
 Shall conquer though they die: 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 By faith's interior eye. 
 
 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 And all thy armies shine, 
 
 In robes of vict'ry through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
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 SONG 61. ll's. 
 
 O how I have long'd for the comingof God, 
 And sought him by praying and searching 
 his word, 
 
 With watching and fasting my soul was 
 imprest, 
 
 Nor could I give over till Jesus had blest. 
 
 The tokens of mercy begin to appear, 
 And Jesus my Saviour, has answer'd my 
 prayer, 
 
 And rich consolations descend to my soul, 
 Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll. 
 
 The streams of his mercy are spreading 
 abroad, 
 
 And sinners are crying, and coming to God, 
 The tears of contrition now pour like a flood, 
 And some have found pardon through Jesus' 
 blood. 
 
 Here's more my dear Saviour, who fall at thy 
 
 feet, 
 
 Oppress'd with a burden enormously great ; 
 O raise them, dear Jesus, to tell of thy love. 
 And shout hallelujah, like th' angels above. 
 
 We wait for thy chariot to roll down the 
 
 skies, 
 
 To bear us to glory with joy and surprise ; 
 
SONGS. 
 
 257 
 
 We long to be singing and shouting above, 
 With angels o'erwhelm'd in the ocean of 
 love. 
 
 Shout all the creation, below and above, 
 Ascribing salvation to Jesus' love, — 
 Break forth into singing, ye trees of the 
 wood. 
 
 For Jesus is bringing lost sinners to God. 
 
 Let all that have being unite in the song, 
 And ages on ages the theme still prolong, 
 And when they are lost in an unmeasur'd 
 time, 
 
 Sweet Jesus ! the glory and praise shall be 
 thine. 
 
 song 27. 8. 7. 
 
 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, 
 
 Prepare a tuneful voice ; 
 In God, the life of all my joys, 
 
 Aloud will I rejoice. 
 
 'Twas he adorn'd my naked soul, 
 - And made salvation mine ; 
 Upon a poor polluted worm, 
 He makes his graces shine. 
 
 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, 
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 How far the heavenly robe exceeds 
 
 What earthly princes wear! 
 These ornaments, how bright they shine, 
 
 How white the garments are ! 
 
 The spirit wrought my faith and lore, 
 
 And hope, and ev'ry grace; 
 13 (i t Jesus spent his life to work 
 
 The robe of righteousness. 
 
 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd, 
 By the great sacred Three ; 
 
 In sweetest harmony of praise, 
 Let all thy powers agree. 
 
 song 63. 8. 6. 
 
 Hark! listen to the trumpeters! 
 
 They sound for volunteers ! 
 On Zion's bright and tlow'ry mount 
 
 Behold the officers — 
 Their horses white, their garments bright, 
 
 With crown and bow they stand, 
 Enlisting soldiers for their King, 
 
 To march for Canaan's land. 
 
 It sets my heart all in a flame ; 
 
 A soldier I will be ; 
 I will enlist, gird on my arms, 
 
 And fight for liberty. 
 
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 They want no cowards in their band, 
 
 That will their colors fly, 
 But call for valiant hearted men, 
 
 Who're not afraid to die. 
 
 The armies now are in parade, 
 
 How martial they appear ! 
 All arm'd, and dressed 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. 
 
 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, 
 
 Th' eternal Son of God, 
 And march with us to Canaan's land, 
 
 Beyond the swelling flood. 
 
 There is a green and flow'ry field, 
 
 Where fruits immortal grow; 
 There, clothed in white, the angels bright, 
 
 Our great Redeemer know. 
 We'll shout and sing for evermore 
 
 In that eternal world ; 
 But Satan and his armies too, 
 
 Shall down to hell be hurl'd. 
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 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 th' immortal lyre. 
 
 SOXG 64. 8's. 
 
 Hark ! don't you hear the turtle dove ! 
 The token of redeeming love ; 
 From hill to hill we hear the sound, 
 The neighboring vallies echo round ; 
 O Zion, hear the turtle dove, 
 The token of your Saviour's love ! 
 He comes the barren land to cheer, 
 And welcome in the jub'lee year, 
 
 " The winter's past, the rain is o'er ;" 
 We feel the chilling winds no more ; 
 The spring is come and summer too, 
 All things appear divinely new. 
 On Zion's mount, the watchmen cry, 
 " The resurrection's drawing nigh, 
 Behold ! the nations from abroad, 
 Are flocking to the mount of God ! 
 
 The trumpet sounds both far and nigh, 
 " O sinners, turn, why will you die ? 
 
SONGS. 
 
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 " How can you slight the gospel's charms ? 
 " Enlist with Christ — gird on your arms! 
 "These are the days that were foretold, 
 " In ancient times, by prophets old — 
 " They long'd to see this glorious light, 
 " But all have died without the sight. 
 
 " The latter day is verging on, 
 
 " And fugitives are flocking home ; 
 
 " Behold them crowd the gospel road, 
 
 " All pressing to the mount of God ! 
 
 " 0 yes, and I will join that band : 
 
 " Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, 
 
 " With Satan's band no more to be, 
 
 " But fight for Christ and liberty." 
 
 His banner soon will be unfurl'd, 
 And he will come to judge the world — 
 On Zion's mount we then shall stand, 
 Surrounded by fair Canaan's land — 
 The sun and moon shall darken'd be, 
 And flames consume the land and sea !' 
 And world on world together blaze, — 
 We'll shout the great Redeemer's praise. 
 
 SONG 65. 8's. 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet 
 flowers, 
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 Have all lost their sweetness with me : 
 The midsummer's 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. 
 
 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; 
 JSo mortal so happy as I, 
 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
 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. 
 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. 
 
 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 If thou art my son and my song, 
 Say why do I languish and pine ; 
 
 And why are my winters so long? 
 O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
 
 Thy soul cheering presence restore ; 
 Or take me unto thee on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 song 66. 8. 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. 
 
 My heart is often made to rrourn, 
 
 Because I'm faint and feeble ; 
 And when my Saviour seems to frown, 
 
 My soul is filTd with trouble. 
 And when he doth again return, 
 
 And I repent my lolly, 
 'Tis then I after glory run, 
 
 And still my Jesus follow. 
 
 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. 
 But let them think and think again, 
 
 I feel I'm bound for heaven ; 
 I hope I shall with Jesus reign, 
 
 I therelore still will praise him. 
 
 I want to live a Christian here ; 
 I want to die while shouting ; 
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 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. 
 
 SONG 67. L. M. 
 
 I love my Lord, I love his laws, 
 I love religion's blessed cause ; 
 I love his faithful children too, 
 I love his precious will to do. 
 
 I love this narrow, happy way, 
 I love to watch, I love to pray ; 
 I love the crown, I love the cross, 
 I love the gold without the dross. 
 
 I love to shout, I love to sing. 
 
 I love to praise my heavenly King ; 
 
 I love my Lord, I know I do, 
 
 I love the souls that he loves too. 
 
 I love his saints that are below, 
 I love the precious sinners too; 
 I love those who have gone before, 
 I love my Jesus more and more. 
 
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 song 68. 8's. 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies, 
 
 Let the Creator's praise arise, 
 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
 
 Through every land, by every tongue. 
 
 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, 
 
 Eternal truth attends thy word; 
 
 Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,. 
 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
 
 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, 
 In songs of praise divinely sing: 
 The great salvation loud proclaim, 
 And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 
 In every land begin the song, 
 To every land the strains belong; 
 In cheerful sounds all voices raise, 
 And fill the world with loudest praise. 
 
 SONG 69. ll's 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is 
 at hand, 
 
 That we must be parted from this social band;, 
 Our sev'ral engagements now call us away, 
 Our parting is needful, and we must obey. 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for a. 
 while, 
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 We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence 
 smile ; 
 
 But while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad, 
 We'll pray for each other and trust in the Lord. 
 
 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be dis- 
 charged, 
 
 The war will be ended, your bounty enlarg'd, 
 With shouting and singing, tho' Jordan may 
 roar, 
 
 You'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the 
 shore. 
 
 Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for 
 war, 
 
 Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near; 
 Altho' you must "travel this dark wilderness, 
 Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to 
 peace. 
 
 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. 
 
 Farewell, trembling mourners, with sad bro- 
 ken heart. 
 
 O 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. 
 
 Farewell, careless sinner, for you I must 
 mourn, 
 
SONGS- 267 
 
 To think of your danger, if still unconcern'd, 
 I read of the judgment, where all must ap- 
 pear, 
 
 How will you stand trembling with torturing 
 fear! 
 
 Those frolics and pastimes in which you de- 
 light. 
 
 Will serve to torment you with dreadful af- 
 fright, 
 
 You'll think of the sermons which you've 
 
 heard in vain — 
 All hope's gone forever of hearing again. 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell all 
 around, 
 
 Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump 
 
 shall sound ; 
 To meet you in glory, I give you my hand, 
 Our Saviour to praise in a pure social band. 
 
 SONG TO. C, if. 
 
 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) 
 
 That sav'd a wretch like me; 
 I once was lost, but now am found, 
 
 Was blind, but now I see ! 
 
 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 
 And grace my fears reliev'd ; 
 How precious did that grace appear, 
 
 The hour I first believ'd ! 
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 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come, 
 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 The Lord has promis'd good to me ; 
 
 His word my hope secures ; 
 He will my shield and portion be, 
 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 I shall possess, within the vail, 
 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine ; 
 But God, who call'd me here below, 
 
 Will be forever mine. 
 
 SONG 71. T. 6. 
 
 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 sinners crowd around it, 
 
 With bitter groans and cries. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 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 expos'd to ruin, 
 
 Redeeming love have found. 
 
 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. 
 
 I am but a young convert, 
 
 Who lately did enlist, 
 A soldier under Jesus, 
 
 My prophet, king, and priest ; 
 I have received rny bounty, 
 
 Likewise my martial dress, 
 A ring of love and favor, 
 
 A robe of righteousness. 
 
 Down, down into the water, 
 Where we young converts go, 
 
 Following our Lord and Master, 
 In righteousness below ; 
 
270 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 We lay our sinful bodies 
 
 Beneath the yielding wave, 
 An emblem of our Saviour 
 
 When he lay in the grave. 
 
 Poor sinners, think what Jesus 
 
 Has done for you and me ; 
 Behold, his mangled body 
 
 Hung tortur'd on the tree ! 
 His head, his hands, his bleeding side, 
 
 To you he doth display ; 
 0 tell me, brother sinner, 
 
 How can you stay away ? 
 
 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. 
 
 song 72. 8. 8. 6. 
 
 When life's tempestuous storms are o'er, 
 How calm he meets the friendly shore, 
 
 Who liv'd averse to sin ! 
 Such peace on virtue's path attends, 
 That where the sinner's pleasure ends, 
 
 The good man's joys begin. 
 
SONGS. 271 
 
 See smiling patience smooth his brow, 
 See the kind angels waiting now, 
 
 To lift his soul on high! 
 While ea^er for the blest abode, 
 He joins with them to praise the God 
 
 Who taught him how to die. 
 
 The horrors of the grave and hell, 
 Those sorrows which the wicked feel, 
 
 In vain their gloom display; 
 For he who bids yon comets burn, 
 Or makes the night descend, can turn 
 
 Their darkness into day. 
 
 No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes ; 
 Nor horror wrests the struggling sighs ; 
 
 As from the sinner's breast; 
 His God, the God of peace and love, 
 Pours sweetest comforts from above, 
 
 And sooths his heart to rest. 
 
 som T3. 8. 0. 
 
 Young people all, attention give, 
 
 And hear what 1 do say; 
 I want your souls with Christ to live, 
 
 In everlasting day. 
 Remember you are hastening on 
 
 To death's dark, gloomy shade ; 
 Your joys on earth will soon be gone, 
 
 Your flesh in dust be laid. 
 
272 BPIKITUAL 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Young men, how can you turn your face 
 
 From such a glorious Friend ? 
 Will you pursue the dang'rous race ? 
 
 O, don't you fear the end ? 
 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 ? 
 
 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. 
 
 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 ; 
 
SONGS. 
 
 273 
 
 There you may drink in endless joy, 
 And reign with Christ, our King ; 
 
 For his glad notes our souls employ, 
 Loud hallelujahs sing. 
 
 SONG 74. 8's. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 My friends are so dear unto me, 
 "Our hearts all united in love ; 
 
 Where Jesus is gone we shall be, 
 In yonder blest mansion above. 
 
 O why, then so loath for to part, 
 Since we shall ere long meet again ; 
 
 Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, 
 At distance we cannot remain. 
 
 And when we shall see that bright day, 
 And join with the angels above, 
 
 No longer confin'd to our clay, 
 O'erwhelm'd in the ocean of love ! 
 
274 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 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. 
 
 SONG 75. IV s. 
 
 0 jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine, 
 For thee all the pleasures of sin I resign ; 
 Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the 
 
 best, 
 
 Without thee, I'm wretched, but with thee 
 I'm blest. 
 
 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 reliev'd me, and bid me not fear. 
 
 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel, 
 All language of mortals for ever would fail ; 
 My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame, 
 I'm rais'd into rapture while praising his 
 name. 
 
 1 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 ! he dwells in my heart. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 275 
 
 My Saviour I love thee, I love thee iny 
 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. 
 
 I'm happy in Jesus, and cannot forbear, 
 Tho' sinners despise me, his love to declare, 
 For death will soon call me, and then I shall 
 
 fty, 
 
 And praise him in mansions prepared on 
 high. 
 
 Then millions of ages my soul 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. 
 
 soxg 76. 6. G. 8. 6. 
 
 Thou Judge of quick and dead, 
 
 Before whose bar severe, 
 With holy joy, or guilty dread 
 
 We all shall soon appear ; 
 Our cautioivd souls prepare 
 
 For that tremendous day, 
 And fill us now with watchful care, 
 
 And stir us up to pray. 
 
276 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 To pray and wait the hour, 
 
 That awful hour unknown, 
 When rob'd in majesty and power, 
 
 Thou shalt from heaven come down 
 Th' immortal Son of man, 
 
 To judge the human race, 
 With all thy Father's dazzling train, 
 
 With all thy glorious grace. 
 
 To damp our earthly joys, 
 
 T' increase our gracious fears, 
 For ever let th' archangel's voice, 
 
 Be sounding in our ears ; 
 The solemn midnight cry, 
 
 "Ye dead the Judge is come, 
 Arise and meet him in the sky, 
 
 And meet your instant doom ?" 
 O may we thus be found 
 
 Obedient to thy word, 
 Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 
 
 And looking for our Lord ! 
 O may we all ensure 
 
 A lot among the blest ; 
 And watch a moment to secure, 
 
 An everlasting rest. 
 
 SONG 77. L. M. 
 Thus saith the high and lofty One, 
 " I sit upon my lofty throne : 
 " My name is God, I dwell on high, 
 " Dwell in my own eternity. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 211 
 
 " But I descend to worlds below, 
 " On earth I have a mansion too; 
 " The humble spirit and contrite, 
 " Is an abode of my delight. 
 
 " The humble soul my words revive; 
 " I bid the mourning sinner live ; 
 " Heal all the broken hearts I find; 
 " And ease the sorrows of the mind. 
 
 " When I contend against their sin, 
 
 " I make them know how vile they've been; 
 
 "But should my wrath forever smoke, 
 
 " Their souls would sinkbeneath my stroke." 
 
 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh, 
 Lest we should faint, despair, and die; 
 Thus shall our better thoughts approve, 
 The methods of thy chastening love. 
 
 SONG 78. C. M. 
 
 Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes, 
 And send your fears away, 
 
 News from the regions of the skies — 
 A Saviour's born to-day. 
 
 Jesus, the God whom angels fear, 
 Comes down to dwell with you ; 
 
 To-day he makes his entrance here, 
 But not as monarchs do. 
 
278 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 
 
 Nor royal shining things ; 
 A manger lor his cradle stands ; 
 
 And holds the King of kings. 
 
 Go shepherds where the infant lies, 
 
 And see his humble throne ; 
 With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
 
 Go shepherds, kiss the Son. 
 
 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around, 
 The heav'nly armies throng ; 
 
 They tune their harps to lolly sound, 
 And thus conclude the song. 
 
 Glory to God that reigns above, 
 Let peace surround the earth; 
 
 Mortals shall know their Maker's love, 
 At their .Redeemer's birth. 
 
 Lord ! and shall angels have their songs, 
 
 And men no tune to raise ? 
 0 may we lose these useless tongues 
 
 When we forget to praise ! 
 
 Glory to God that reigns above, 
 
 That pitied us forlorn ; 
 We join to sing our Maker's love, 
 
 For there's a Saviour born. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 279 
 
 SONG 79. L. M. 
 
 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near, 
 Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; 
 His faithful word declares to thee, 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, 
 
 Or sore afflictions, pain, or loss, 
 
 Or deep di? tress, or poverty, 
 
 Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 When ghastly death appears in view, 
 Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue ; 
 He comes to set thy spirit free, 
 And as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
280 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 80. C. M. 
 
 Should bounteous nature kindly pour, 
 
 Her choicest gifts on me. 
 Still, O my God ! I should be poor, 
 
 If void of love to thee. 
 
 Not shining wit, nor manly sense, 
 
 Could make me truly good ; 
 Not zeal itself could recompense 
 
 The want of love to God. 
 
 Did I possess the gift of tongues, 
 
 But were denied thy grace ; 
 My loudest words, my loudest songs, 
 
 Would be but sounding brass. 
 
 Though thou should'st give me heav'nly skill 
 
 Each mystery to explain ; 
 If I'd no heart to do thy will, 
 
 My knowledge would be vain. 
 
 Had I so strong a faith, my God! 
 
 As mountains to remove ; 
 No faith could do me real good, 
 
 That did not work by love. 
 
 Oh, grant me, then, this one request, 
 
 And I'll be satisfied, — 
 That love divine may rule my breast, 
 
 And all my actions guide. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 SONG 81. S. M. 
 
 Come, ye that fear the Lord, 
 And "listen, while I tell, 
 ; How narrowly my feet escap'd 
 The snares of death and hell. 
 
 Darkness, and shame, and grief, 
 Oppress'd my gloomy mind ; 
 
 I looked around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 At length to God I cried ; 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh ; 
 He heard, and instantly he sent 
 
 Salvation from on high. 
 
 I My drooping head he raised ; 
 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd ; 
 i Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile, 
 
 The gracious pardon seal'd. 
 
 I 0, may I ne'er forget 
 The mercy of my God ! 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread, 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
 SONG 82. L. M. 
 
 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 ? 
 
282 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Say, will you be forever blest, 
 And with this glorious Jesus rest? 
 Will you be sav'd from guilt and pain? 
 Will you with Christ forever reign ? 
 
 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 ? 
 
 Ye dear young men, for ruin bound, 
 Amidst tlie gospel's joyful sound, 
 Come, go with us, and seek to prove 
 The joys of Christ's redeeming love. 
 
 Your sports, and all your glittering toys, 
 Compared with our celestial joys, 
 Like momentary dreams appear ; 
 Come, go with us your souls are dear. 
 
 Or must w r e leave you bound to hell, 
 Resolved with devils for to dwell ? 
 Still we will weep, lament, and cry, 
 That God may change you ere you die. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 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. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 Come, you that love th' incarnate God, 
 Anil feel redemption in his blood, 
 Let's watch and pray, and travel on, 
 Till Jesus comes to call us home ! 
 
 A few more days, and we shall go 
 From all our caros and foes below; 
 In shouts of triumph we shall fly, 
 And dwell with Christ eternally. 
 
 SONG- 83. C. M. 
 
 What shall I render to my God, 
 For all his kindness shown ? 
 
 My feet shall visit thine abode, 
 My songs address thy throne. 
 
 Among the saints that fill thine house, 
 
 My offering shall be paid ; 
 There shall my zeal perform the vows 
 
 My soul in anguish made. 
 
 How much is mercy thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever-blessed God ! 
 How dear thy servants in thy sight, 
 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
284 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 How happy all thy servants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to me ; 
 My life which thou hast made my care, 
 
 Lord I devote to thee. 
 
 Now I am thine, forever thine, 
 Nor shall my purpose move : 
 
 Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 
 And thy rich grace record : 
 Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, 
 
 If I forsake the Lord. 
 
 SONG 84. L. M. 
 
 He dies ! the friend of sinners dies ! 
 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 
 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 
 For him who groan'd beneath your load; 
 
 He shed a thousand drops for you, 
 A thousand drops of richer blood : 
 
 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 
 But, lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
 Jesus the dead revives again ! 
 
SONGS. 
 
 285 
 
 The rising' God forsakes the tomb ! 
 
 Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies ! 
 
 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell, 
 How high our great deliverer reigns, 
 
 Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
 And led the monster, death, in chains ! 
 
 Say, "Live forever, wondrous King, 
 " Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
 
 Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting? 
 "And where 's thy victory , boasting grave?" 
 
 SONG 85. ll's. 
 
 Hos anna to Jesus, my soul rise and sing, 
 He's worthy of praises, let all the earth ring; 
 ' To rescue lost sinners, he left his bright 
 throne, 
 
 And lifts us to glory by free grace alone. 
 
 My heart is enraptur'd, and love tunes my 
 tongue, 
 
 Unite my dear brethren to swell the sweet 
 song ; 
 
 : It burst forth in glory, and roll'd down the sky 
 ' To raise helpless sinners to mansions on high. 
 
 I A band of bright angels descends from above, 
 I To bear the glad tidings of Jesus' love ; 
 
286 SPIRITUAL 
 
 The swains highly favor'd, to Bethlehem 
 
 went, 
 
 And witness'd the truth of this joyful event. 
 
 My soul stand and wonder, then bow and 
 adore, 
 
 The owner of all things is tnrn'd out of door! 
 The sovereign of angels cammands no es- 
 teem 
 
 From sinners, the objects he came to redeem. 
 
 Pray why is this darkness prevailing at noon? 
 Or why doth all nature seem strangely to 
 mourn ? 
 
 While rocks cleave asunder, and earthquakes 
 aloud ? 
 
 My Jesus is dying ! — he surely is God. 
 
 Methinks as he languish'd and died on the 
 tree, 
 
 His eye roll'd in pity, and fix'd upon me ; 
 The look overwhelmed me, and conquer'd 
 my heart, 
 
 And bound me unto him — O ! never to part. 
 
 The tears of contrition in torrents did flow, 
 Will this bleeding Jesus such favors bestow? 
 Unworthy such kindness, O Lord, to receive; 
 Arise said the Saviour, I freely forgive. 
 
 By love 1 am conquer'd, in tears I rejoice, 
 O may I but praise him in action and voice; 
 And if up to heaven I'm finally borne, 
 The praise of salvation is to him alone. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 28*7 
 
 SONG 8G. C. M. 
 
 Did Christ the great example lead, 
 
 For all his humble train, 
 In washing his disciples' l'eet, 
 
 And wiping them again ? 
 O ! glory hallelujah ! praise ye my God. 
 O! glory hallelujah ! love and serve the Lord. 
 
 And did my Lord and Master say 
 
 " If I have vvash'd your feet, 
 "Ye also, ought to watch and pray, 
 
 " And wash each other's feet ?" 
 
 0 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. 
 
 In imitation of my Lord, 
 
 Who blood for me did sweat; 
 
 1 yield unto his sacred word. 
 And wash his children's feet. 
 
 Yes, blessed Jesus ! I like thee 
 
 Would Christians often meet : 
 The least of all the flock would be, 
 
 And wash the pilgrim's feet. 
 
 " For this, let men reproach — defame 
 
 " And call me what they will ; 
 " I still would follow Christ the Lamb, 
 
 " And be his servant still." 
 
288 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 87. P. M. 
 
 Come, and taste along with me, 
 
 The weary pilgrim's consolation ; 
 Boundless mercy running free 
 
 The earnest of complete salvation, 
 Joy and peace in Christ I find, 
 My heart to him is all resign'd , 
 The fullness of his power I prove, 
 And all my soul's dissolv'd in love. 
 Jesus is the pilgrim's portion, 
 Love is boundless as the ocean. 
 
 When the world and flesh would rise, 
 And strive to draw me from my Saviour, 
 
 Strangers slight, or friends despise, 
 I then more highly prize his favor. 
 
 Friends, believe me when I tell, 
 
 If Christ be present all is well : 
 
 The world and flesh in vain may rise, 
 
 In all their efforts do despise. 
 In the world I've tribulation. 
 But in Christ sweet consolation. 
 
 The worldings hold me in disdain, 
 Because I shun their carnal pleasure ; 
 
 All in this which gives me pain 
 Is, that they slight a noble treasure. 
 
 But still among them, bless the Lord! 
 
 There's some who tremble at his word ; 
 
SOXGS. 
 
 289 
 
 And this doth joy to me impart, 
 
 To think the Lord hath reach'd their heart. 
 Oh the grace to sinners given, 
 Peace on earth, and crowns in heaven. 
 
 When I'm in the house of prayer, 
 I find him with the congregation : 
 
 Music sweet unto my ear, 
 
 Ts the glad sound of free salvation. 
 
 When I join to sing his praise, 
 
 My heart in holy raptures raise ; 
 
 I join and sing and shout aloud, 
 
 And disregard the gazing crowd : 
 Glorious theme of exultation, 
 What I feel is past expression. 
 
 When I hear the pleasing sound 
 
 Of weeping mourners just converted, 
 The dead's alive, the lost is found ; 
 
 The Lord hath heal'd the broken hearted. 
 My heart exults, my spirits glow, 
 I love my Lord, and brethren so : 
 Oh, had I wings like Noah's dove, 
 I soon would sing with those above. 
 
 Glory, honor, and salvation, 
 
 What I feel is past expression. 
 
 Why should I regard the frowns 
 
 Of those who mock, deride, or slight me, 
 Soon I'll lie beneath the ground, 
 
 Beyond the reach of those that hate me ; 
 Sorrows, toils, and sufferings o'er, 
 
290 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 When once we meet that happy shore ; 
 There, with the shining hosts above, 
 I'll sing and shout redeeming love. 
 Blessings there, beyond expression, 
 Ever roll in sweet succession. 
 
 Sinners, you may laugh and scorn ; 
 
 Your moments lost will be lamented ; 
 The awful day is hastening on 
 
 When you will wish you had repented ; 
 Death in its embraces cold, 
 Will soon your mortal bodies ho)d ; 
 Then all your pleasures take their flight, 
 And down you'll sink to endless night ; 
 
 While you're of that guilty number, 
 
 Your destruction doth not slumber. 
 
 Come, poor sinner, go with me ; 
 
 My heart's enlarged to receive you ; 
 Slight not mercy otf'er'd free, 
 
 Come to Jesus, he'll relieve yon. 
 But if you offered grace refuse, 
 And will destruction ever choose, 
 Unhappy soul, your guilt and blood 
 Will rest on your defenceless head : 
 
 Darkness, torment, pain, and sorrow, 
 
 May be yours before to-morrow. 
 
 Mourner, see your Saviour stand, 
 With arms expanded to receive you ; 
 
 He spreads for you his bleeding hands, 
 Venture on him, he'll relieve you : 
 
SONGS. 
 
 Cast all your doubts and fears aside, 
 The door of mercy's open wide ; 
 The fountain flows which saves from s 
 Come now, believe, and enter in. 
 
 Don't distrust your blessed Saviour ; 
 
 Come believe, and live forever. 
 
 song 88. 8. 8. 8. 6. 
 
 The judgment day is rolling on, 
 The course of time will soon be run. 
 Creation waits its fiery doom, 
 The Lord will soon appear. 
 
 O there'll be glory, glory hallelujah ; 
 O ther'll be glory, 
 
 When saints shall view him near. 
 
 The trump of God shall rend the skies. 
 The slumb'ring millions wake and rise 
 What joy, what terror, and surprise, 
 
 The last great day will bring. 
 
 O ther'll be glory, &c. 
 
 The rising saints will sing. 
 
 The nations throng his awful bar, 
 Whose call remotest regions hear; 
 All tribes and kindred now draw near 
 To hear their final doom. 
 
 O ther'll be glory. 
 Around the judgment throne. 
 k2 
 
292 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 See husbands and their wives now part, 
 See parents and their children part ; 
 All sinners from the saints must part, 
 
 To meet again no more. 
 
 0 Iher'Il be mourning. 
 
 The day of mercy's o'er. 
 
 In shining ranks, on the right hand, 
 Behold the Christian armies stand ; 
 The victory at length is gain'd, 
 
 The sons of God are free. 
 
 O ther'll be glory, 
 
 When they his face shall see. 
 
 Then dreidful to the left doth turn, 
 Where all with rage and malice burn, 
 He looks on those who once could spurn 
 
 The purchase of his blood. 
 
 O ther'll mourning, 
 
 To see an angry God. 
 
 To these, the righteous King will say, 
 I've call'd, but you've refus'd to obey; 
 Depart, ye cursed, haste away, 
 
 And reap the fruits of sin. 
 
 O ther'll be mourning, 
 
 While angels say amen. 
 
 See Jesus and his saints unite, 
 They move to happy realms of light, 
 Their bloodwash'd robes are pure and white, 
 
SONGS. 
 
 293 
 
 Each heart infiam'd with love. 
 
 O ther'll be glory, 
 When they his glory prove. 
 
 See heav'n displays her pearly gates, 
 A kingdom for the righteous waits, — 
 Corne^ blessed children, take the seats 
 
 Of old prepar'd for you. 
 
 O ther'll be glory, 
 
 When they Mount Zion view. 
 
 mm 89. 8. 7. 
 
 The time draws nigh, when you and I 
 
 Are to be separated ; 
 But it does grieve our hearts to leave 
 
 Each other, and be parted: 
 But let us see eternity, 
 
 And meet the saints with joy, 
 Our sighings o'er, we'll part no more, 
 
 But reign with Christ in g4ory. 
 
 When Christians join, it is most fine, 
 
 For to adore their Saviour ; 
 High they can raise their songs of praise, 
 
 And follow him forever. 
 But when they part, it grieves their heart, 
 
 They here are so united : 
 They fain would be in company 
 
 Always, they're so delighted. 
 
294 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 Well, brethren dear, don't let us fear, 
 
 We soon shall live together; 
 When Christ descends to call his friends, 
 
 We then shall meet each other; 
 Then to set down around the throne, 
 
 With saints and lovely Jesus, 
 Eternal love we'll sing above, 
 
 And nothing then will grieve us. 
 
 The Lamb appears to wipe our tears, 
 
 And to complete our glory; 
 Then shall we rest with all the blest, 
 
 And tell the lovely story; 
 We'll set and tell, Christ lov'd us well, 
 
 And that while we were sinners, 
 Heaven will ring, while saints do sing, 
 
 "The glory's the Redeemer's." 
 
 SONG 90. C. M. 
 
 We to the silent, awful grave, 
 With every step make haste ; 
 
 The tomb contains the prince and slave, ] 
 And that must be our place. 
 
 Our dearest friends now sleep in death, 
 
 And daily we are warn'd ; 
 Why should we trust our fleeting breath. 
 
 When that so soon is gone. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 295 
 
 Ye dying mortals seek the Lord, 
 The grave yet cries "prepare;" 
 
 O hear its awful solemn word 
 While you have time to hear. 
 
 This sleeping dust ere long shall rise, 
 And these dead bones awake, 
 
 When God in glory rends the skies, 
 And bids the mountains shake. 
 
 With joy the upright shall arise, 
 And upwards wing their way ; 
 
 While sinners, fill'd with sad surprise, 
 Will mourn the awful day. 
 
 Ye humble souls, dismiss your fear, 
 That day with joy you'll see, 
 
 Bear then a few more trials here, 
 For blest eternity. 
 
 SONG 91. CM. 
 
 Dear friends, farewell, [ do you tell 
 That you and I must part, 
 
 I go away, and here you stay, 
 But still we join in heart. 
 
 Your love to me has been so free, 
 
 Your conversation sweet, 
 How can I bear to journey where 
 
 With you I cannot meet. 
 ic4 
 
296 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 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. 
 
 I leave you all, both great and small, 
 
 In Christ's encircling arms, 
 Who can you save from hell's dark grave, 
 
 And shield you from all harm. 
 
 I trust you'll pray both night and day, 
 And keep your garments white, 
 
 That you and me and all may be 
 The children of the light. 
 
 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. 
 
 Millions of years over the spheres, 
 
 Shall pass in sweet repose, 
 While beauties bright, unto my sight 
 
 Their sacred sweets disclose. 
 
 I long to go — then farewell woe, 
 
 My soul will be at rest, 
 No more complain, or sigh again, 
 
 But taste the heavenly feast. 
 
 Then we shall meet and be complete, 
 
 And long together dwell, 
 And love the Lord with one accord, 
 
 So brethren, all farewell. 
 
SONGS. 297 
 song 92. 11. 6. 
 
 To leave my dear friends and with neigh- 
 bors 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 How sweet were the zephyrs, perfumM by 
 the pine, 
 
 The ivy, the balsam, and the wild eglantine; 
 But sweeter, 0 sweeter, superlative were 
 The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer; 
 In answer to prayer. 
 k5 
 
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 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deigned to meet, 
 And blest with his presence my humble re- 
 treat, 
 
 Oft fill'd me with raptures and blessedness 
 there, 
 
 Inditingin heaven's own'language myprayer. 
 Own language, my prayer. 
 
 Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you 
 adieu, 
 
 And pay my devotions in parts that are new; 
 Well knowing my Saviour resides ev'ry- 
 where, 
 
 And can in all places give answer to prayer. 
 Give answer to prayer. 
 
 song 93. 8. 7, 
 
 Weeping pilgrims, mourning Christians, 
 
 Weak and tempted Lambs of Christ, 
 Who endure great tribulation, 
 
 And by sorrows sorely pressed ; 
 Christ has sent me to invite you 
 
 To a rich and costly feast, 
 Let not shame nor pride prevent you, 
 
 Come, the rich provision taste. 
 
 Come, poor sinners, don't reject it, 
 Don't reject the least of grace ; 
 
 Rather pray and now expect it, 
 Pray a visit of his face . 
 
SONGS. 
 
 God is waiting to be gracious, 
 
 He is ready to be found ; 
 Brethren pray, and holy manna 
 
 Will be shower'd all around. 
 
 Fathers, see your sons now sinking 
 
 In the depths of guilt and sin ; 
 Travelling to the grave, not thinking 
 
 What a state their souls are in. 
 Mothers, see your tender daughters 
 
 Wading through a sea of blood, 
 Death will soon make avvl'ul slaughter,- 
 
 Oh ! the rolling, dismal flood. 
 
 Without Christ they can't be saved, 
 
 None but God can do them good ; 
 Can you see your children dragged 
 
 Down to ruin in their blood ? 
 Neighbors, friends, and dear relations, 
 
 To the gulf of ruin bound, 
 Brethren, pray, that holy fire 
 
 May be scatter'd all around. 
 
 Here's poor souls that are half-hearted, 
 
 Trimming 'twixt the world and God; 
 Sometimes by the world diverted, 
 
 Then attracted by the word. 
 Don't you pity poor backsliders, 
 
 Hypocrites, and traitors too ? 
 Brethren, pray that holy fire 
 
 May their guilty souls renew. 
 
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 But, perhaps, here's weeping Mary, 
 
 Pouring forth a flood of tears ; 
 Of her sins she now is weary, 
 
 While her heart is fill'd with fears. 
 Brethren, let your cries ascending, 
 
 Call for holy fire down ; 
 Brethren, pray, and holy manna 
 
 Will be shower'd all around. 
 
 Brethren, see that trembling jailor, 
 
 What to do he does inquire, 
 To be freed from sin and sorrow, 
 
 To be fill'd with holy fire ; 
 Brethren, raise your large desires, 
 
 Sisters, now unite your cries ; 
 Let us pray that holy fire 
 
 May revive him ere he dies. 
 
 Come, dear pilgrims, let's be marching 
 
 Towards Canaan's happy land, 
 In our blessed Lord believing, 
 
 As a holy, loving band ; 
 Let us run the race with patience, 
 
 Which in gospel truth is found; 
 Brethren, pray, and holy manna 
 
 Will be shower'd all around. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 song 94. 6. 4. 
 
 O careless sinners come, 
 
 Pray now attend, 
 This world is not your home, 
 
 It will soon end. 
 Jehovah calls aloud. 
 Forsake the thoughtless crowd, 
 Pursue the road to God, 
 
 And happy be. 
 
 No happiness you'll find 
 
 While thus you go, 
 No peace unto your mind, 
 
 But pain and woe 
 Attend you every day, 
 While far from God you stray, 
 O sinner, come away, 
 
 And ever live. 
 
 How many calls you've had, 
 
 I call again ; 
 How can you be so bad, 
 
 So full of sin — 
 As to rufuse that voice 
 Which tells you to rejoice. 
 In making heaven your choice, 
 
 And shunning hell. 
 
 Nor do I call alone ; 
 
 The Saviour too, 
 E'en with his dying groans, 
 
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 Cries, bid adieu 
 To all your follies now, 
 And to his sceptre bow, 
 And he will tell you how 
 
 To live anew. 
 
 But if you will refuse, 
 
 Down, down you'll go, 
 And with the wicked choose 
 
 The road to woe. 
 Alas, how can you slight 
 The rays of gospel light, 
 And sink in endless night, 
 Where silence reigns ? 
 
 I bid you all farewell, 
 
 With aching heart, 
 And in deep sorrow tell 
 
 That we must part ; 
 While unto heaven we go, 
 And you are bound to woe- 
 Alas, it must be so 
 
 If you rebel. 
 
 I look on you again, 
 
 And hoping say 
 Why wont you leave your sin. 
 
 And come away 
 From satan's cruel power, 
 And live forever more ? 
 And bless the joyful hour 
 
 That life began. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 303 
 
 song 95. 8's. 
 
 Away my doubts, begone my tears, 
 The wonders of the Lord appears; 
 The wonders that my Saviour wrought, 
 0, how delightful is the thought! 
 The wonders of redeeming love, 
 When first my heart was drawn above, 
 When first I saw my Saviour's face, 
 And triumph'd in his pard'ning grace. 
 
 Pursue, my thoughts, this pleasing theme, 
 'Twas not a fancy nor a dream ; 
 'Twas grace descending from the skies, 
 And shall be marv'llous in mine eyes. 
 Long had I mourn'd, like one forgot, 
 Long had rny soul for comfort sought ; 
 Jesus was witness to my tears, 
 And Jesus sweetly calm'd my fears. 
 
 He cleans'd my soul, he changed my dress, 
 And cloth'd me with his righteousness ; 
 He spake, at once, my sins forgiven, 
 And 1 rejoiced, as if in heaven ; 
 How was I struck with sweet surprise, 
 While glory shone before mine eyes ! 
 How did I sing from day to day, 
 And wish'd to sing my soul away < 
 
 The world, with all its pomp, withdrew, 
 'Twas less than nothing in my view; 
 
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 Redeeming love was all my theme, 
 And life appear'd an idle dream ; 
 I gloried in my Saviour's grace, 
 I sung my great Redeemer's praise ; 
 My soul then long'd to soar away, 
 And leave her tenement of clay. 
 
 The powers of hell in vain combin'd 
 To tempt or interrupt my mind ; 
 I saw, and sung in joyful strains, 
 The monster satan held in chains. 
 These are the wonders I record, 
 The marv'llous goodness of the Lord! 
 
 0 for a tongue to speak his praise, 
 And tell the triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 SONG 96. P. ML. 
 
 When thou my righteous Judge shall com 
 To call thy ransom'd people home, 
 
 Shall I among them stand ? 
 Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 
 Be found at thy right hand ? 
 
 1 love to meet among them now — 
 Before thy gracious throne to bow — 
 
 Though weakest of them all. 
 But can I bear the piercing thought, 
 To have my worthless name left out, 
 
 When thou tor them shall call ? 
 
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 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ! 
 Be thou dear Lord my hiding place, 
 
 In that expected day. 
 Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear, 
 To still each unbelieving fear; 
 
 Nor let me fall, I pray. 
 
 Let me among thy saints be found, 
 Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see thy smiling face : 
 Then loud through all the crowd I'll sing; 
 While heaven's resounding mansions ring 
 
 With shouts of boundless grace. 
 
 SONG 97. P. M. 
 
 O how happy are they, 
 
 Who the Saviour obey, 
 And have laid up their treasures above ! 
 
 Tongue cannot express, 
 
 The sweet comfort and peace, 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 
 That sweet comfort was mine, 
 
 When the favor divine 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 
 When my heart first believ'd ! 
 
 What a joy I receiv'd ! 
 What a heaven in Jesus' name ! 
 
 'Twas a heaven below, 
 My Redeemer to know ; 
 
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 And the angel's can do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the lover of sinners adore. 
 
 Jesus all the day long, 
 
 Was my joy and my sons: ; 
 O that all his salvation might see ! 
 
 He hath loved me I cried, 
 
 He hath suffer'd and died, 
 To redeem such a rebel as me. 
 
 On the wings of his love, 
 
 I was carried above 
 All my sins, and temptations, and pain 
 
 And I could not believe 
 
 That I ever should grieve, 
 That I ever should suffer again. 
 
 I then rode on the sky, 
 
 Freely justified I, 
 Nor did envy Elijah his seat ; 
 
 My soul mounted higher, 
 
 In a chariot of fire, 
 And the world it was under my feet. 
 
 0 ! the rapturous height, 
 Of that holy delight, 
 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood! 
 Of my Saviour possess'd, 
 
 1 was perfectly bless'd, 
 
 As if fill'd with the fullness of God ! 
 
SONGS. 
 
 SOT 
 
 SONG 98. I\ M. 
 
 The blessed Jesus, loving Saviour, 
 
 He has call'd on me to go ; 
 In the vineyard I must labor, 
 
 Or on me must come the woe. 
 
 Farewell, dear friends and loving neighbors, 
 The gospel trumpet I must blow, 
 
 And sound salvation to poor sinners, 
 Or on me must come the woe. 
 
 Say not four months, then comes the harvest, 
 The fields are white, the harvest near ; 
 
 He that reaps receiveth wages, 
 As from scripture doth appear. 
 
 Then for my Jesus I will travel 
 
 O'er mountains high and vallies low, 
 
 To warn the wicked for my Master, 
 For the word to me is go. 
 
 O hark poor sinners will you hear me ? 
 
 Will you hear my Christ or no ? 
 To you my errand is directed, 
 
 Will you with my Saviour go ? 
 
 Say, poor sinners, will you hear me i 
 Will you have my Christ or no ? 
 
 The blessed Jesus now invites you, 
 Now he calls on you to go. 
 
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 O come poor mourners who feel wounded, 
 Tho' your sins like mountains rise, 
 
 Let your hopes on Christ be founded, 
 Prepare to meet him in the skies. 
 
 If your sins appear like crimson, 
 
 He'll wash your souls as white as snow, 
 
 0 come dear mourner to the Saviour, 
 Come and feel the pardon flow. 
 
 0 come backsliders who have vvander'd, 
 Who so long have gone astray ; 
 
 Come rebellious, wandering children, 
 Jesus meets you on the way. 
 
 For the fatted calf is kill'd, 
 
 All things are ready now, I know, 
 
 Wine on the lees, and well refin'd ; 
 So, farewell wanderers, I must go. 
 
 Ye little lambs of my Redeemer, 
 Ye who feed in pastures green, 
 
 Follow, follow Christ your leader, 
 Ever let your light be seen. 
 
 Ever mind and love each other; 
 
 Shun the path that leads to woe, 
 And travel on the Way together; 
 
 So, farewell brethren, 1 must go. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 song 99. 7. 6. 
 
 Call'd to a sense of duty, 
 
 I would obey the call, 
 And for the sake of Jesus, 
 
 I freely give up all 
 My former vain enjoyments, 
 
 Of pleasure, pride and gain, 
 That I in Jesus' kingdom; 
 
 A mansion may obtain. 
 
 How often have I struggled 
 
 To hold some foolish sin, 
 Yet to the heavenly kingdom 
 
 I meant to enter in ; 
 But now I am persuaded, 
 
 That nothing else will do, 
 But Jesus for my portion, 
 
 And holy joys pursue. 
 
 Let all the world's gay beauty, 
 
 With satan's flattering bait, 
 With all their pride and grandeu: 
 
 Around my soul await, 
 The far superior beauty, 
 
 Through faith I see ahead, 
 And I am bent upon it, 
 
 This holy way to tread. 
 
 Come e who will travel with me, 
 The way that leads to heaven, 
 
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 And follow none but Jesus, 
 The way that he hath given, 
 
 And take his word for counsel, 
 His Spirit for a guide, 
 
 And make a full surrender 
 Of everything beside ? 
 
 Come on, my precious brethren, 
 
 And travel on with me, 
 We'll seek for heavenly treasure, 
 
 Until we find the sea 
 Of sweet, unbounded riches, 
 
 Of life, and love, and peace, 
 Where beauty never withers, 
 
 And glory never cease. 
 
 What though the world reproaches, 
 
 And say we're mean and poor, 
 No matter what we surfer, 
 
 If we can reach the shore, 
 It will make the glory sweeter, 
 
 And raise thy praises higher, 
 And we shall be completer, 
 
 When purified by fire. 
 
 SONG 100. L. M. 
 
 Ye blooming youth I pray give ear, 
 A death-bed lamentation hear ! 
 Ere death shall blast the opening flow' 
 O make your peace and calling sure. 
 
BONGS. 
 
 311 
 
 In pride, and wealth, and pleasure's maze, 
 I I've spent the morning of my days, 
 i Did oft in gayest circles shine, 
 jNor thought my sun would ere decline. 
 
 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. 
 
 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 lor the tomb. 
 
 In sinful pleasures I have spent, 
 The golden moments God has lent, 
 And now beneath his awful frown, 
 I soon shall sink in anguish down. 
 
 Oft I have felt the inward smart, 
 And anguish keen has seiz'd my heart; 
 And oft alone resolved in tears, 
 To seek the Lord in riper years. 
 
 But with conviction still T strove, 
 Despis'd a Saviour's ofier'd love, 
 Refus'd with sinful joys to part, 
 And grieved his Spirit from my heart. 
 
 Ye blooming youth, a long farewell, 
 O shun the paths that lead to hell : 
 Seek now your slighted Saviour's face, 
 No more refuse his ofFer'd grace. 
 
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 No more his loving Spirit grieve, 
 Lest he your precious souls should leave ; 
 O think that ere to-morrow's sun, 
 You may forever be undone. 
 
 0 Christian friends, a long adieu, 
 
 I've been reproved and warned by you ; 
 
 Oft I have heard you weeping cry, 
 
 " Turn, sinner, turn, why will you die !" 
 
 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 ? 
 
 SONG 101. 8. 6. 
 
 My God and King has said to me, 
 
 Go and proclaim abroad, 
 To Jew and Gentile, bond and free, 
 
 Behold the Lamb of God ! 
 My Saviour's orders I obey, 
 
 With joy that's mix'd with pain ; 
 And go in tears both night and day, 
 
 Salvation to proclaim. 
 
 I wander here and seldom find 
 
 On earth a real friend ; 
 But Jesus calms my troubled mind, 
 
 And still doth comforts send — 
 
SONGS. 
 
 When with the piercing cold I'm chilPd, 
 Or scorch 'd by summer's day, 
 I With care for souls my mind is fill'd, 
 My call I must obey. 
 
 No earthly cares or foes I meet, 
 
 Nor persecutions flood, 
 Shall make me from my post retreat ; 
 
 I'll blow the trump of God : 
 Christ's standard, the white flag of peace 
 
 I hold, and still do call, 
 And preach to all the world free grace, 
 
 For Jesus died for all. 
 
 ' Jesus assist me to unite 
 
 Thy sheep and lambs in one, 
 That they may live like angels bright, 
 
 And their Redeemer own ; 
 | Then when I cease from trav'ling here, 
 
 Salvation to proclaim, 
 0 may I meet my brethren, where 
 We'll never part again. 
 
 SONG 102. 8. 1. 
 
 Poor mourning souls in deep distress, 
 
 Making sad lamentation, 
 Find themselves lost in wickedness, 
 
 And under condemnation ; 
 While thunderbolts from Sinai's mount, 
 
 Do roar with loudest terror, 
 
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 And they, as lost in their account, 
 Are drown'd with grief and horror. 
 
 Ah, woe is me that I was born, 
 
 Or ever had beginning ; 
 I fain would died when I was young 
 
 Or have no future being; 
 But here I am in deep distress, 
 
 Most worn away with trouble; 
 Day after day I seek for rest, 
 
 But find my sorrows double. 
 
 Saith satan, fatal is your state, 
 
 Time past you might repented ; 
 But now you see it is too late, 
 
 So, make yourself contented : 
 How can I live, how can I rest, 
 
 Under this sore temptation : 
 Fearing my day of grace is past, 
 
 Lord hear ray lamentation. 
 
 But who is he that looketh forth, 
 
 Just like the vernal morning ; 
 Clear as the sun, fair as the moon, 
 
 'Tis Jesus Christ adorning : 
 Jesus can clothe my naked soul, 
 
 Jesus lor me has died ; 
 And now I can with pleasure sing, 
 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 
SOXGS. 
 
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 song 103. 8. 6. 
 
 ?e 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. 
 
 VTou'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, 
 0 let us all to Christ prove true, 
 
 And always watch and pray. 
 
 Since Fve 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, 
 
 Let us our lamps prepare, 
 To meet the bridegroom when he comes, 
 
 And in his glory share. 
 
 So, fare you well, my dearest friends ; 
 With flowing tears we part : 
 
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 God make us faithfnl to the end ; 
 
 Your souls are near my heart : 
 It will not be bat few days more, 
 
 Before we meet above, 
 There fears of parting ne'er can come, 
 
 In that sweet world of love. 
 
 song 104. 7. 6. 
 
 When I set out for glory, 
 1 left the world behind ; 
 Determin'd for a city, 
 
 That's out of sight to find. 
 And to glory I will go, I'll go, I'll go, 
 And to glory I will go. 
 
 I left my worldly honor, 
 
 I left my worldly fame ; 
 I left my gay companions, 
 
 And with them my good name. 
 And to glory, &c. 
 
 Some said I'd better tarry, 
 They thought I was too young, 
 
 For to prepare for dying, 
 But that was all my theme, 
 And to glory, &c. 
 
 Come all my loving brethren, 
 And listen to my cry; 
 
SONGS. 
 
 317 
 
 All you that are backsliders, 
 Must shortly beg or die. 
 
 And to begging I will go, kc. 
 
 The Lord he loves the beggar, 
 
 Who truly begs indeed, 
 He always will relieve him, 
 
 VV'heifer he stands in need. 
 And to begging I will go, &c. 
 
 I do not beg for riches, 
 
 Nor to be dressed fine, 
 The garments that he gives me, 
 
 The sun it will outshine. 
 
 And to begging I will go, Sec. 
 
 I'm not asham'd to beg, 
 While here on earth I stay, 
 
 I'm not asham'd to watch, 
 I'm not asham'd to pray. 
 
 And to begging I will go, &c. 
 
 The richest man I ever saw, 
 Was one that begg'd the most, 
 
 His soul was fdl'd with Jesus, 
 And with the Holy Ghost. 
 And to begging I will go, &c. 
 
 \nd now we are encourag'd, 
 
 Come let us travel on, 
 [Until we join the angels, 
 
 And sing the holy song. 
 And to glory I will go, &.c. 
 
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 SONG 105. 12. 11. 
 
 As pensive I ranged, my soul in devotion, 
 Withdrew from confession to gloomy re- 
 treat. 
 
 Where silence was reigning, and nature re- 
 posing 
 
 In deep solitude — slowly wand'ring my 
 
 feet: 
 
 The sun had retired, and silence prevailing, 
 The pale waning moonlight the bowers re- 
 galing. 
 
 Excited emotions of youthful bewailing, 
 Which moved to weeping the trees of the 
 wood. 
 
 O hard is my fate, cried a soul in deep an- 
 guish, 
 
 The drops of the ev'ning had chill'd on 
 his brow 
 
 To heaven he lifted his eyes prone to lan- 
 guish, 
 
 That glow'd in rejecting all pleasure below: 
 Behold I retire from my native employment, 
 And bid final farewell to earthly enjoyment, 
 O Jesus protect, and prevent sad annoyment, 
 
 In thee, and thee only, I'll seek for repose. 
 
 Farewell, O my parents, the joy of ray child- 
 hood, 
 
 My brothers and sisters, I bid you adieu, 
 
SONGS. 319 
 
 To wander creation, the fields and the wild 
 wood, 
 
 And call upon mortals their heav'n to se- 
 cure. 
 
 When driven by raindrops, and nightshades 
 prevailing, 
 
 And keen piercing north winds my thin robes 
 assailing, 
 
 And stars of the twilight in lustre regaling, 
 I'll seek for repose in a cottage unknown. 
 
 Ye sons of the morning, with eyes full of pity 
 
 Behold one traversing a far foreign land, 
 No track that I once could behold to delight 
 me, 
 
 But mournful I sigh for the once friendly 
 land. 
 
 The beams of the morning, or daylight aris- 
 ing 
 
 On Flora's gay beauty with charms so sur- 
 prising, 
 
 To my gloomy soul can afford no rejoicing, 
 For strange is the place, and the region 
 unknown. 
 
 The beasts and the ravens their shelter dis- 
 cover, 
 
 And owls of the desert to covert away, 
 And in their wild echo at midnight resound- 
 ing. 
 
 Appear to upbraid me more wretched 
 than they. 
 
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 The dove of its mate when bereaved ah. 
 mourning, 
 
 Unites with my sighing, lamenting and 
 
 wand'ring ; 
 And hearts like the steel-darts, engage in 
 
 their sland'ring, 
 And scoffing, rejoice at the tale of my woe! 
 
 But think not I'm lost, 0 ye sons of detrac- 
 tion, 
 
 Nor tread on a worm that is slain at your 
 feet; 
 
 The spark all immortal, that glows in my 
 bosom, 
 
 Will outshine the sun in its splendor com- 
 plete. 
 
 The day of bright glory is fast onward 
 fleeting, 
 
 O hail the blest morn, the last glorious 
 
 meeting, 
 
 My soul in new transport, exults in repeat- 
 ing. 
 
 We'll meet ne'er to part, when old time 
 is no more. 
 
 SONG 106. L. M. 
 
 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, 
 
SONGS. 
 
 321 
 
 Till Christ shall call my sleeping dust 
 To reign with him among the just; 
 There to receive my great reward, 
 And dwell forever with my Lord. 
 
 In heaven 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. 
 
 There, on that peaceful, happy shore, 
 We'll shout and sing forever more, 
 In holy triumph round God's throne, 
 Where pains and death no more are known. 
 
 SONG 107. Ts. 
 
 Parted many a toil-spent year, 
 Pledg'd in youth, in mem'ry dear, 
 Still to friendship's magnet true, 
 We our social joys renew ; 
 Drawn by love's unsever'd chain, 
 Here on earth we meet again. 
 
 But our bow'r sunk by decay, 
 Wasting time ha? swept away, 
 And the youthful evergreen, 
 Lopp'd by death no more is seen , 
 Bleak the winds sweep o'er the plain 
 Where on earth we meet again. 
 & 
 
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 Many a friend we used to greet, 
 Here on earth, no more we meet; 
 Oft the fun'ral knell has rung ; 
 Many a heart has sorrow stung 
 Since we parted on this plain, 
 Fearful ne'er to meet again. 
 
 Worn by toil and sunk with years, 
 Soon we'll quit this vale of tears, 
 And these whiten'd locks be laid 
 Low in cold oblivion's shade. 
 But where saints and angels reign r 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
 SONG 108. 10. 11. 
 
 Dear people, farewell, I do you now tell, 
 I'm sorry to leave you, I love you so well, 
 Yet I shortly must go, to where L<lon't know, 
 But where'er I travel the trumpet I'll blow. 
 
 Strange people I'll find, I hope they'll prove 
 
 kind, 
 
 But faces nor places shall alter my mind ; 
 Where'er I be, I will still pray for ye, 
 And you, my dear brethren, do the same for 
 me. 
 
 With you I have toil'd and labor'd awhile. 
 But labor prov'd sweet when my Saviour did 
 smile : 
 
SONGS* 
 
 323 
 
 And when I am done, I hope to go home, 
 And dwell with my Jesus where toils never 
 come. 
 
 Poor sinners, adieu, I'm sorry for you, 
 If out of the Saviour, 0 what will you do? 
 What horror 'twill raise, what dread and 
 amaze, 
 
 To see vast creation all in a blaze ! 
 
 Poor mourners, adieu, I'm loath to leave you, 
 But duty calls me, and my work I must do; 
 If I see you no more till the trump shall roar, 
 I hope I shall meet you where parting's no 
 more. 
 
 Dear brethren, adieu, I truly love you, 
 Now here is my hand as a token I do ; 
 But now I must go the trumpet to blow, 
 For the hope of glory I leave all below. 
 
 When above we meet, our joys shall be sweet, 
 And rob'd in white, we will fall at Christ's 
 feet ; 
 
 With the blood-wash'd throng, we will sing 
 the song, 
 
 Glory, hallelujah to God and the Lamb. 
 
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 SONG 109. ll's. 
 
 Ye lovers of pleasure, that slight salvation, 
 As tormented Dives for his brethren did 
 pray, 
 
 Attend a moment to my lamentation, 
 
 O hear and take warning, and turn while 
 you may. 
 
 While Christ stands without, his mercy ex- 
 tended, 
 
 Arise from your slumber, your Saviour to 
 
 see ; 
 
 While perfumes from his garments now are 
 descending, 
 Arise, lest too late you repent it like me. 
 
 I long made excuses of cares and vain 
 pleasure, 
 
 Too young or too wise, else too rich or too 
 poor; 
 
 So fond of my pastimes I never found leisure 
 To rise from my slumbers and open the door. 
 
 But when I awoke, and rose to receive him, 
 And found that my Saviour had fled and 
 was gone, 
 
 To think of his love, and how I had griev'd 
 him, 
 
 All my days in affliction his absence I'll 
 mourn. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 325 
 
 Now Sinai's thunder roars louder and louder, 
 The lightnings do flash and the trumpet 
 does roar; 
 
 Now justice stands forth, but not in my favor, 
 And to Christ I'm asham'd to look up any 
 more. 
 
 But if, through mercy, at last he'll receive me, 
 Like Mary, I'll weep, and lie at his feet; 
 No hardships or poverty e'er should grieve 
 me, 
 
 I'd die with my Saviour, and death should 
 be sweet. 
 
 With my face to the ground, I'll cry for mercy, 
 As long as I've breath for a pardon I'll pray; 
 
 But I deserve that he should never hear me, 
 For when he called, I so long did delay. 
 
 Come seek your salvation while Jesus is 
 waiting, 
 
 If ever his pardoning mercy I prove, 
 My tongue shall be praising, his goodness 
 relating, 
 
 Till I meet you in glory with Jesus above. 
 
 SONG 110. C. M. 
 
 WiTH holy awe, and sdemn dread, 
 
 Approach the silent tomb! 
 Your Shepherd lies beneath the shade, 
 
 Of death's tremendous gloom, 
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326 SPIRITUAL 
 
 How gentle wa9 the stroke divine, 
 Which bow'd his head in death ! 
 
 How peaceful did his soul resign 
 His friends, his life, his breath. 
 
 E'en death to him is endless gain; 
 
 Though we are led to mourn : 
 Shepherd divine ! thy flock sustain, 
 
 Nor leave thy fold forlorn. 
 
 Display thy pardoning, healing grace ; 
 
 Assuage our rising grief ; 
 Reveal thy smiling, cheering face. 
 
 And grant us sweet relief. 
 
 Give us to kiss the painful rod, 
 
 Nor at thy will repine, — 
 " Be still, and know that thou art God," 
 
 To all thy will resign. 
 
 Furnish thy church from shore to shore. 
 With gospel truth and grace ; 
 
 And while we thus our loss deplore. 
 E'en here thy flock increase. 
 
 SONG 111. C. M. 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name, 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall, 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 
 To crown him Lord of all. 
 
SONGS. 
 
 327 
 
 Let high born seraphs tune the lyre j. 
 
 And as they tune it, fall 
 Before his face who tunes their choir. 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, 
 
 He fix'd this floating ball; 
 Now hail the strength of Israel's might, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Crown him, ye martyrs of your God, 
 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, — 
 
 Ye ransom'd of the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, 
 Whom David, Lord did call ; 
 
 The God incarnate, man divine, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Sinners ! whose love can ne'er forget 
 The wormwood and the gall, 
 
 Go — spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
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328 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 SONG 112. P. M. 
 
 Ye happy children, who follow Jesus 
 
 Into the house of prayer and praise, 
 Who are join'd in union, while love increases, 
 
 Resolv'd this way to spend your days ; 
 Although we're hated by the world and Satan, 
 
 And flesh, and such as know not God, 
 Yet happy moments, and joyful seasons 
 
 We oft times find on Canaan's road. 
 
 Though oft assaulted by sore temptations, 
 
 We'll keep our great High Priest in view; 
 Our Jesus trav'led through tribulations, 
 
 And he will bring his people through : 
 Though 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. 
 
 While w 7 e've been waiting on loving Jesus, 
 
 We've felt some streams coming from above; 
 Our hearts have burn'd with holy rapture, 
 
 We long to be absolv'd 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 
 
 On Zion's holy celestial mountain, 
 I hope again to meet you all ; 
 
boxgs. 329 
 
 To bathe in love's eternal fountain, 
 And round 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! 
 
 But, as we go, let us praise our Jesus, 
 
 And pray for those that spurn his grace, 
 That they may taste love's richest treasures, 
 
 And live to see God's smiling face; 
 Now 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. 
 
 SONG 113. CM. 
 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 Should earth against my soul engage. 
 
 And hellish darts*be huil'd, 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall, 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 
 My God, my heaven, my all 
 
330 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 There shall I bathe my weary soul, 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
THE FORM OF 
 
 Sflkmnijaticn of iHatrimottg. 
 
 Dearly beloved, we are gathered to- 
 gether in the sight of God, to join together 
 this Man and this Woman in holy Matri- 
 mony; therefore, if any can show just cause 
 why they may not lawfully be joined to- 
 gether, let hi in now speak, or else hereafter 
 forever hold his peace. 
 
 If no impediment shall be alleged, then shall the 
 Minister say to the Man : 
 
 A. Wtlt thou have this Woman to thy 
 wedded Wife, to live together alter God's 
 ordinance, in the honorable estate of Matri- 
 mony ? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, 
 honor, and keep her, in sickness and in 
 health ; and forsaking all others, keep thee 
 only unto her, till separated by death ? 
 
 The man shall answer, I Will, 
 
ii 
 
 MATRIMONY. 
 
 Then shall the Minister say unto the Woman: 
 
 B. Wilt thou have this Man to thy wed- 
 ded Husband, to live together after God's 
 ordinance, in the honorable estate of Matri- 
 mony ? Wilt thou love, honor, and keep 
 him, in sickness and in health ; and forsaking 
 all others, keep thee only unto him, till 
 separated by death ? 
 
 The Woman shall answer, I Will. 
 
 Those whom God hath joined together, 
 let no man put asunder. 
 
 For as much as Jt. and B. have con- 
 sented together in holy wedlock, and have 
 witnessed the same before God and all 
 present, and thereto have pledged their 
 faith, one to the other, I pronounce, that 
 they be Man and Wife together, in the name 
 of the Father, and of the Son, and of the 
 Holy Ghost. Amen. 
 
Sable of dontatts. 
 
 PUBLIC WORSHIP 5 
 
 BAPTISM 96 
 
 THE LORD'S SUPPER 105 
 
 WASHING THE SAINTS* FEET. . . 119 
 
 FUNERAL HYMNS 124 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP 141 
 
 ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. ... 157 
 
 PUBLIC FAST 161 
 
 VISITING THE SICK 164 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS .169 
 
Stable of Sxxst fonts. 
 
 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, page 26 
 
 And is the gospel peace and love, 39 
 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed, 65 
 
 A charge to keep I have, 70 
 
 And must I be to judgment brought, 85 
 
 Behold the throne of grace,, 31 
 
 Blest are the sons of peace, 33 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds, 68 
 
 Blest with the joys of innocence, 78 
 
 Behold with awful p"mp, 84 
 
 Bold soldiers all, on you i call, 91 
 
 Come sound Ins praise abroad, 11 
 
 Come, dearest Lcrd, descend and dwell, 12 
 
 Come we that love the Lord, 13 
 
 Come sinners to the gospel feast, 16 
 
 Come humble sinner, in whose breast, 15 
 
 Destruction's dangerous road, 79 
 
 Down, headlong from their native skies, 81 
 
 Did Christ the holy and the just, 82 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessings Lord, 87 
 
 Father, I stretch my hand to thee. 30 
 
 Gr» at was the day, the joy was great, 47 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 8 
 
 Here in thy presence glorious Lord, 10 
 
 How lovely, how divinely sweet, 14 
 
 How vain are all things here helow, 27 
 
 How precious is thy word, O God, 44 
 
 How did mv beart rejoice to beau:, 48 
 
il TABLE OF FIRST LINE3. 
 
 How charming is the place, paqb 49 
 
 How precious is the book divine, 57 
 Happy is he whose early years, 55 
 How beauteous are their feet, 74 
 Hungry and faint and poor, 75 
 I send the joys of earth away, 
 
 If God so loved our race, 35 
 I want a change to feel, 36 
 Jesus, we love thy name, 9 
 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 21 
 Jesus, with all the bless'd above, 57 
 Jesus, Redeemer of mankind, 73 
 Jesus, great shepherd of thy sheep, 
 Know then that every soul is free, 20 
 Lord, at thy temple we appear, 9 
 Let every mortal ear attend, 
 
 Let strife forever cease, 40 
 Let everlasting glories crown, 
 Life is the time to serve the Lord, 
 Lord, when together here we meet, 
 Mortals awake, with ansels join, 
 My soul forsakes her vain delight, 
 My heart how dreadful hard 
 My God, my portion, aad my love, 
 
 94 
 
 62 
 
 Mv God, my life, my love, 63 
 
 My God. the sprinz of all my joys, 64 
 
 Not with our mortal eyes, 33 
 
 Now pilgrims let us go in peace, 88 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing, 5 
 
 Once more we come before our God, 14 
 
 O blessed souls are they, 25 
 O for a taste of life divine, 
 
 O could I find an humble place, 37 
 O for a closer walk with God, 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God, 52 
 
 O for a [dance of heavenly day, 67 
 O who will rise and go with me, 
 
 Once more before we part, 87 
 Prayer ia the soul's sincere desire, 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LIKES. iii 
 
 Plunsr'd in a gulph of dark despair, fxan 76 
 
 Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part, 83 
 
 Raise your triumphant songs, 7 
 
 Repent, the voice celestial cries, 24 
 
 Religion is the chief concern, '1 
 
 frnqrs exposed to dread 'ul woe, 19 
 
 Show pity Lord, O Lord forgive, 22 
 
 Since l have placed my tru>t in God, 32 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 50 
 
 Sinners the voice of God regard, 72 
 
 Salvatiui, O the joyful sound, "5 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 43 
 
 This is the word of truth and love, 45 
 
 That name to me sounds ever sweet, ! 9 
 
 5 Tis my r.esirc with God 10 walk, 60 
 
 Try us, OGod, and search the ground, 69 
 
 The souls that woul'l to Jesus press, 71 
 
 The Lord, the Judze, before his throne, 83 
 
 That awful day will i nirely come, 86 
 
 The peace which God alone reveals, I 3 
 
 Through thee we now together come, 95 
 
 What poor despised com/any, 90 
 
 Why should the children of a king, 23 
 
 While others their salvation rest, 33 
 
 Welcome sweet day of rest, 50 
 
 Where two or three with sweet accord, 56 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God, 77 
 
 Why should this earth delight Bfi so, 76 
 
 Ye hearts with youthful vigor wnrni, 5 « 
 
 Ye lovely tribes, of sriiling youth, 54 
 
 Yonder, amazing sight I see, i'.> 
 
 BAPTISLI. 
 
 Attend ye children of your God, 102 
 
 Christians, if your hearts be warm, 104 
 
 Dear Lord, and has thy pard'ning blooJ, 96 
 
 Down to the water side, 101 
 
 Do we not know that solemn word, 102 
 
IV TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Eternal God, now smile on those, page 103 
 
 Gaze on, spectators, and behold, 98 
 
 How srreat, how solemn is the work, 100 
 
 In such a grave as this, 97 
 
 In pleasure sweet here we do meet, 98 
 
 In all my Loid's appointed ways, 99 
 
 What lovely band is this I see, 103 
 
 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 At thy command, our dearest Lord, 109 
 
 How are thy glories here displayed 112 
 
 Here, at thy table, Lord, we meet, 113 
 
 Jesus invites his saints, 108 
 
 Jesus, we thus obey, 114 
 
 Lord, hast thou suffered me, 116 
 
 Sitting around our Father's board, 110 
 
 The blest memorials of thy arief, 105 
 
 That doleful ni<>ht before his death, 106 
 
 'Twas on that dark and doleful night, 107 
 
 This do in mem'ry of your friend, 110 
 
 The memory of our dying Lord, 111 
 
 The King of heaven his table spreads, 118 
 
 When I survey the wond'rous cross, 115 
 
 Wash'd in the dying Saviour's blood, 117 
 
 le wretched, hungry, starving, poor, 114 
 
 WASHING THE SAINTS' FEET. 
 
 Disrob'd of all his heavenly dress, 119 
 
 Jesus, the Lord who groan'd and died, 120 
 
 Jesus, thou great exalted King, 121 
 
 Jesus, by heaven's hosts ador'd, 122 
 
 O that the Lord would count me meet, 123 
 
 What Christ the Lord would have us do, 121 
 
 Wash me, O Lord from every sin, 122 
 
 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 And am I born to die, 127 
 
 And must this body die^ 131 
 
TABLE OT FIRST LIUE3. V 
 
 Father, we bow before thy throne, pass 137 
 
 Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound, 134 
 
 His death we mourn who lately stood, 138 
 
 I sing a song which doth belong, 129 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece, 125 
 
 Naked as from the earth we came, 132 
 
 Our days, alas, our mortal days, 129 
 
 Remember, Lord, our mortal state, 136 
 
 Stoop down, my thoughts that used to rise, 135 
 
 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 124 
 
 Thee, we adore, eternal name, 126 
 
 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 139 
 
 When blooming youth is snatch 'd away, 130 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friend?, 133 
 
 Wake up my muse, condole the loss, 139 
 
 MORNING HYMNS. 
 
 Behold the morning sun, 141 
 
 God of my lite, my morning song, 146 
 
 Hail happy morn, I gladly rise, 148 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear, 141 
 
 Lord of my life, O may thy praise, 147 
 
 My gracious God has brought, 148 
 
 O could my soul this morning rise, 142 
 
 Once more my soul, the rising day, 143 
 
 See how the morning sun, 144 
 
 This morning let my praise arise, 146 
 
 With thee, great God, the stores of light, 145 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 Another day is past, 150 
 
 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song, 151 
 
 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care, 156 
 
 My God, my only help and hope, 155 
 
 Now from the altar of our hearts, 154 
 
 O Saviour, hear me when I pray, 149 
 
 O Jesus, may we praise thy name, 155 
 
Vi TABLK 05 FIK9T LINES. 
 
 Thus far the Lord has 'ed me on, page 151 
 
 The day is past and cone, 152 
 
 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes, 153 
 
 ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. 
 
 Chief Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, 157 
 
 If you would win a sou! to God, 158 
 
 Let Zioms watchmen all awake, 157 
 
 Our God ascends his lofty throne, 159 
 
 With heavenly power, O Lord defend, 161 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ, 160 
 
 PUBLIC FAST. 
 
 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, 163 
 
 O thou whose sraee and justice reisrn, 162 
 
 See, gracious God, before thy throne, 161 
 
 • VISITING THE SICK. 
 
 Dost thou my profit seek, 167 
 
 God of my life, look gently down, 164 
 
 Lord, 1 am pain'd, but would resign, 165 
 
 What pleasure can friendship impart, 166 
 
 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 
 
 Afflictions, though they seem severe, 169 
 
 And let this fee.i;ie body fail, 184 
 
 Arise and shine, O Zion fair, 228 
 
 Attend young friends while J relate, 235 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 175 
 
 Am I a soldier of the eros*. 255 
 
 Away my doubts, begone my fears, 303 
 
 Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. 2S7 
 
 Awake ray heart, arise my tongue, 257 
 
 Afflicted saint to Christ draw near, 279 
 
 Am pensive I xaiiged, my svoul in devotion. 818 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINE3. VII 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name, paoe 325 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, IT7 
 
 Brethren, I bid you all farewell, 193 
 
 Blight scenes of "lory strike my sense, 207 
 
 Come ye sinners, poor and need}-, 193 
 
 Come my friend and let OS try, 199 
 
 Come all ye weary travellers, 203 
 
 Come all ye people of my nation, 205 
 
 Children of the heavenly Iving, 227 
 
 Come, brethren, let us join and sing, 252 
 
 Come ye that fear the Lord, 2bl 
 Come and taste along with me, 
 
 CalTd to a -sense of duty, 309 
 Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded 
 
 Dear Jesus, hear comes, and knocks at t!iy door, 190 
 
 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 231 
 
 Day of judgment, day of wonders, 225 
 
 Did Chiist the "teat example !ctd, 237 
 
 Dear friends farewell, I do you tell, 21' 5 
 
 Dear people farewell, I do you now tell, 322 
 
 Earth lias engrossed my love too Ion.;, 191 
 
 Farewell my dear kindred, 219 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies, 285 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at band, 265 
 
 From whence detD this union arise, 213 
 
 FrieiKls and physicians cannot, save, 320 
 
 Head of the church triumphant, 174 
 Hail thou bhst morn when the s;reat Mediator, 183 
 
 Hark how the gospd trumpet sounds, 194 
 
 How firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord, 202 
 
 Hark my soul, it is the Lord, 813 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation, SJ5 
 
 How happy every child trace, 242 
 
 Hark, listen to the trumpeters, BS8 
 
 Hark, don't you hear the turtle do^e, 230 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 261. 
 
 He dies, the friend of sinners dies, 284 
 
 Hosanna to Jesus, my soul rise and sing, 285 
 
 I hear the gospel's joyful sound, 1 Hi 
 
Vlll TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 I walked abroad one morning fair, page 181 
 
 I long to see the season come, 189 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, 246 
 
 I love my Lord, I love his laws, 264 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home, 224 
 
 Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend, 237 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 250 
 
 Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 238 
 
 My gracious Redeemer I love, 210 
 
 My dearest friends in bonds of love, 218 
 
 Mixtures of joy and sorrow, 247 
 
 My God and King has said to me, 312 
 
 Now the Saviour stands a pleading, 232 
 
 O happy time, long waited for, 212 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 231 
 
 O when shall I see Jesus, 243 
 
 O God, my heart with love inflame, 251 
 
 O how I have long'd for the coming of God, 256 
 
 O that I had some humble place, 263 
 
 O how happy are they, 305 
 O Jesus, my Saviour, 1 know thou art mine, 274 
 
 O careless sinner come, 301 
 
 Poor mourning souls in deep distress, 313 
 
 Parted many a toil-spent year, 321 
 
 Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King, 196 
 
 Salem's bright king, Jesus by name, 170 
 
 Still out of the deepest abyss, 173 
 
 Shepherds rejoice, lilt up your eyes, 277 
 
 Should bout teous nature kindly pour, 280 
 
 Swe< t rivers of rt deeming love, 253 
 
 This world is all a fleeting show, 214 
 The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love, 216 
 
 There is a school on earth begun, 245 
 
 The glorious light of Zion, 268 
 
 Thou Judge of quick and dead, 275 
 
 Thus saith the high and lofty one, 276 
 
 To-day if you will hear his voice, 281 
 
 The judgment day is rolling on, 291 
 
 The time draws nigh when you and I, C93 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINE9. ix 
 
 To leave my dear friends, page 297 
 
 The blessed Jesus, lovmg Saviour, ^7 
 When converts first begin to siug, 
 With gladness, dear brethren, 
 What contradictions meet, 
 While angels strike their tuneful strings, 
 When shall we all meet again, 
 We to the silent awful grave, 
 When thou my righteous judge shall come, 
 When life's tempestuous storms are o'er «™j 
 What shall I render to my God, £S*J 
 When I can read my title clear, 
 
 With holv awe, and solemn dread, *»> 
 Weeping pilgrims, mourning Christians, 
 When I set out for glory, 
 Ye brethren who profess the Lord, 
 Ye jewels of my master 
 
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 209 
 230 
 334 
 
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 178 
 
 Ye saints attend the Saviour's voice, 235 
 
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 334 
 
 Ye children of Zion, ' 
 Young people ail, attention give, 
 Yr blooming youth I pray give ear, 
 Ye pilgrims that are wandering home, 
 Ye lovers of pleasure that slight salvation, 
 Ye happy children who follow Jesus, 328 
 
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