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 OCT  7    1971    . 
 
 HYMNV^  ^ 
 
 AND 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 FOR  THE  USE  OF 
 
 The  Baptist  Church 
 
 AND  ALL  LOVERS  OF  SONG 
 
 By 
 
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 Pe.  104,    **1  will  sing  unto  the  Lord  as  long  as  I  live.' 
 
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HYMNS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 PRAISES  TO  GOD. 
 
 X  L-  M.  Bedlome 
 
 1  Wait,  0  my  soul,  the  Maker's  will, 
 Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still, 
 Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise, 
 His  ways  are  just,  His  counsels  wise. 
 
 2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
 Performs  His  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
 But  tho'  His  methods  are  unknown, 
 Justice  and  truth  supports  his  throne. 
 
 3  In  heaven  and  earth  and  air  and  seas, 
 He  executes  His  firm  decrees; 
 
 And  by  His  saints  it  stands  confest 
 That  what  He  does  is  ever  best. 
 
 4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
 Prostrate  before  His  awful  seat. 
 And,  'midst  the  terrors  of  His  rod, 
 Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 
 
 7 
 
0  Praises  to  God. 
 
 2  S.  M.  Watis. 
 
 1  Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 
 And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 
 Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
 The  universal  King. 
 
 2  Come  worship  at  His  throne, 
 Come  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
 
 We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own- 
 He  formed  us  by  his  word. 
 
 3  To-day  attend  His  voice, 
 Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod ; 
 
 Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
 And  own  your  gracious  God. 
 
 3  CM.  Barlow 
 
 1  Awake  my  soul  to  sound  His  praise, 
 
 Awake  my  harp  to  sing. 
 Join  all  my  powers  the  song  to  raise, 
 And  morning  incense  bring. 
 
 2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
 
 And  through  the  nations  round, 
 Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
 And  there  His  name  resound. 
 
 3  Be  Thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 
 
 Above  the  starry  frame; 
 Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
 And  teach  the  world  Thy  name. 
 
Praises  to  God.  9 
 
 4  So  shall  Thy  chosen  rejoice, 
 
 And  throng  Thy  courts  above, 
 "While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice 
 And  taste  redeeming  love. 
 
 4.  L.  M. 
 
 1  Awake  my  tongue,  the  tribute  bring, 
 To  Him  who  gave  the  power  to  sing, 
 Praise  Him  who  is  all  praise  above, 
 The  source  of  wisdum  and  of  love. 
 
 2  How  vast  His  knowledge!  how  profound. 
 A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned; 
 The  stars  He  numbers — and  their  names 
 He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 
 
 3  But  in  redemption,  0  what  grace! 
 Its  wonders,  O  what  thought  can  trace! 
 Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright — 
 Praise  Him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 
 
 5  CM.  Confer. 
 
 \  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
 His  wonders  to  perform. 
 He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
 And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
 
 2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
 Of  never-failing  skill, 
 He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs 
 And  works  His  sovereign  will. 
 
io  Praises  to  God. 
 
 8  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 
 The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
 &re  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
 In  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
 
 But  trust  Him  for  His  grace ; 
 Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
 He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
 
 5  CM.  Jadson. 
 
 1  Our  Father  God,  who  art  in  heaven, 
 
 All  hallowed  be  Thy  name; 
 Thy  kingdom  come,  Thy  will  be  done, 
 In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 
 
 2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread, 
 
 And  as  we  those  forgive, 
 Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
 Forgiving  grace  receive. 
 
 3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not; 
 
 From  evils  set  us  free; 
 And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power 
 And  glory,  ever  be. 
 
 *7  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
 Nor  death  nor  danger  fear; 
 But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  Thee, 
 What  feeble  things  we  are. 
 
Praises  to  God.  1 1 
 
 2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 
 
 And  flourish  bright  and  gay; 
 A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
 And  fades  the  grass  away. 
 
 3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 
 
 And  dies  if  one  be  gone; 
 Strange  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
 Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 
 
 4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame — 
 
 The  God  that  built  us  first; 
 Salvation  to  the  Almighty  name, 
 That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust. 
 
 5  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues 
 
 Our  Maker  we'll  adore. 
 His  spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
 Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 
 
 8  CM.  Waits. 
 
 1  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou; 
 
 What  worthless  worms  are  we; 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
 And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 
 
 2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
 
 Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
 Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
 Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
 
12  Praises  to  God. 
 
 3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie, 
 To  Thine  immense  survey; 
 From  the  formation  of  the  skies 
 To  the  great  burning  day. 
 
 %.  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
 
 Stands  present  in  Thy  view; 
 To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears* — 
 Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 
 
 5  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  dwNttl* 
 
 And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
 While  Thine  eternal  thoughts  move  onr 
 Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 
 
 6  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou ; 
 
 What  worthless  worms  are  we; 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow 
 And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 
 
 Q  S.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
 
 To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call; 
 I  can  not  live  if  Thou  remove, 
 For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  The  smilings  of  Thy  face 
 
 How  amiable  they  are ; 
 'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  Thy  embrace, 
 And  no  where  else  but  there. 
 
Praises  to  God.  13 
 
 3  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 
 
 The  angels  owe  their  bliss; 
 They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 4  Nor  earth  nor  all  the  skies 
 
 Can  one  delight  afford; 
 No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
 Without  Thy  presence,  Lord. 
 
 5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
 
 Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
 The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
 And  center  of  my  soul. 
 
 6  To  Thee  my  spirits  fly, 
 
 With  infinite  desire, 
 And  yet  how  far  from  Thee  I  lie, 
 Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 
 
 IO  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 
 
 My  everlasting  All, 
 I've  none  but  Thee  in  heaven  above, 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 
 2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
 
 And  this  inferior  clod! 
 There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joy, 
 There's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
14  The  Fall. 
 
 3  To  Thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
 
 And  health  and  safe  abode; 
 Thanks  to  Thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 
 
 If  once  compared  to  Thee; 
 Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health 
 Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 
 
 5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
 Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
 6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
 
 And  grasp  in  all  the  shore; 
 Grant  me  the  visits  of  Thy  face, 
 And  I  desire  no  more. 
 
 THE  FALL. 
 
 H  CM.  Walls. 
 
 1  Blessed  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
 
 Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
 Till  he  debased  his  soul  to  sense, 
 And  ate  the  unlawful  food. 
 
 2  Kow  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 
 
 To  sinful   joys  inclin'd; 
 Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 
 And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 
 
The  Fall.  15 
 
 3  While  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reigns, 
 
 Sin  is  the  sweetest  good; 
 We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
 And  so  forget  the  load. 
 
 4  Great  God,  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 
 
 Our  broken  powers  restore, 
 Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
 And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 
 
 5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  Thy  law 
 
 Upon  our  inward  parts; 
 And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
 His  image  on  our  hearts. 
 
 12  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
 
 I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath; 
 The  serpent  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
 To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 
 
 2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
 
 Or  kills  with  slavish  fear, 
 And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes, 
 Presumption  or  despair. 
 
 3  Now  he  persuades  "how  easy  'tis, 
 
 "To  walk  the  road  to  heaven;" 
 Anon  he  swells  our  sine,  and  cries, 
 "  They  can  not  be  forgiven." 
 
16  The  Fall. 
 
 4  He  bids  young  sinners  "  Yet  forbear 
 
 "To  think  of  God  or  death; 
 For  prayer  and  devotion  are, 
 But  melancholy  breath." 
 
 5  He  tells  the  aged  "They  must  die! 
 
 And  'tis  too  late  to  pray. 
 In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
 For  they  have  lost  their  day." 
 
 6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 
 
 By  mischief  and  deceit; 
 And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
 To  darkness  and  the  pit. 
 
 7  Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  power, 
 
 Let  him  in  darkness  dwell, 
 And  then  he'll  vex  the  earth  no  more; 
 Confine  him  down  to  hell. 
 
 13  C.  M.  Wi*** 
 
 1  In  Adam's  loins,  by  sin  we  fell, 
 
 And  walk'd  destruction's  road, 
 Without  a  will  or  power  to  turn 
 To  happiness  and  God. 
 
 2  But  God  devised  the  means  to  bring 
 
 His  banish'd  children  home; 
 And  Christ  fulfil  I'd  the  wondrous  j.lan 
 By  His  own  death  alone. 
 
The  Fall. 
 
 3  The  spirit  brings  his  exiles  back, 
 
 As  trophies  of  his  love, 
 And  plants  within  them  holy  fear, 
 No  more  from  God  to  rove. 
 
 4  Ye  saints  proclaim  Jehovah's  praise 
 
 And  shout  his  honors  high; 
 His  grace  shall  be  your  Jasting  theme, 
 When  time  itself  shall  die. 
 
 14  L.  M.  Warn 
 
 1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
 
 And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
 But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
 
 2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 
 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command: 
 Nature  must  couut  her  gold  but  dross 
 If  she  would  gain  the  heavenly  land. 
 
 4  The  hypocrite  who  tires  and  faints, 
 
 And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
 Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
 
 And  finds  his  own  destruction  sure, 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new — 
 Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain— 
 Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
 
1 8  The  Fall 
 
 15  CM.  Watts 
 
 1  Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
 To  practice  on  the  mind; 
 
 With  nattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
 But  leaves  a  stiDg  behind. 
 
 2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 
 The  aged  and  the  young, 
 
 And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
 She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 
 
 3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 
 And  gives  a  fair  pretense; 
 
 But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things 
 And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 
 
 4  So  on  a  tree,  divinely  fair, 
 Grew  the  forbidden  food; 
 
 Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
 And  tainted  all  our  blood. 
 
 IS  L-  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Let  the  wild  leopard  of  the  wood 
 
 Put  off  the  spots  that  nature  gives, 
 Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God 
 
 And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives 
 
 2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  slaves 
 
 Wash  out  the  darkness  from  their  skin :. 
 The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves 
 As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 
 
The  acriptures.  l^ 
 
 3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
 
 'Twill  not  endure  the  least  control; 
 None  but  a  power  divinely  strong 
 Can  turn  the  current  of  the  soul. 
 
 4  Great  God,  I  own  thy  power  divine, 
 That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine; 
 I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  bless 
 
 The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 
 
 THE  SCRIPTURES. 
 
 17  S.  M.  Beddome* 
 
 1  0,  Lord !  thy  perfect  word 
 
 Direct  our  steps  aright; 
 Nor  can  all  other  books  afford 
 Such  profit  or  delight. 
 
 2  Celestial  light  it  sheds 
 
 To  cheer  this  vale  below; 
 To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 
 And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 
 
 3  True  wisdom  it  imparts, 
 
 Commands  our  hope  and  fear; 
 0,  may  it  dwell  within  our  hearts, 
 And  shed  its  influence  there. 
 
20  The  Scriptures. 
 
 18  C  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
 
 By  inspiration  given ! 
 Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
 To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
 
 2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 
 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
 Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
 And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
 
 3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 
 
 Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
 Till  we  behold  the  clear  bright  light 
 Of  an  eternal  day. 
 
 JL9  CM.  Co-wper. 
 
 1  What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page ! 
 
 Majestic  like  the  sun. 
 It  gives  a  light  to  every  age — 
 It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 
 
 2  The  Power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
 
 The  gracious  light  and  heat; 
 Its  truth  upon  the  nations  rise; 
 They  rise  but  never  set. 
 
 3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine 
 
 Fcr  such  a  bright  display; 
 As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
 With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 
 
The  Scriptures.  21 
 
 4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
 The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
 Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
 In  brighter  worlds  above. 
 
 SO  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Ye  little  flock  whom  Jesus  feeds, 
 
 Dismiss  your  anxious  cares. 
 Look  to  the  Shepherd  of  your  souls 
 And  smile  away  your  lears. 
 
 2  Though  wolves  and  lions  prowl  around, 
 
 His  staff  is  your  defense; 
 'Mid  sands  and  rocks  your  shepherd's  voice 
 Calls  streams  and  pastures  thence. 
 
 3  Your  Father  will  a  kingdom  give, 
 
 And  give  it  with  delight; 
 His  feeblest  child  his  love  shall  call 
 To  triumph  in  His  sight. 
 
 21  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
 
 What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
 But 'tis  the  gospel  must  reveal 
 
 Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  His  will. 
 
 2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 
 
 And  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been. 
 Only  the  gospel  can  express 
 
 Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 
 
22  The  Scriptures. 
 
 3  What  curses  doth  the  law  denounce 
 
 Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once? 
 But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 
 
 Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years, 
 
 4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
 
 Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law. 
 Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives; 
 
 The  man  that  trusts  the  promise  lives. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 1  Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
 
 And  felt  no  inward  dread; 
 I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
 
 And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 
 
 2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright, 
 
 But  since  the  precept  came, 
 With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
 I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
 
 3  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive  sold 
 
 Under  the  power  of  sin ; 
 I  can  not  do  the  good  I  would, 
 Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 
 
 4  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 
 
 For  some  kind  power  to  save; 
 To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
 And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 
 
The  Scriptures.  23 
 
 ££*  CM.  Cnvpet. 
 
 1   No  strength  of  nature  can  suffice 
 To  serve  the  Lord  aright; 
 And  what  she  has  she  misapplies 
 For  want  of  clearer  light. 
 
 S   Bow  long  beneath  the  law  I  lay, 
 In  bondage  and  distress; 
 [  toil'd  the  precept  to  obey, 
 But  toil'd  without  success. 
 
 3  Then,  to  abstain  from  outward  sin 
 
 Was  more  than  I  could  do ; 
 Now,  if  I  feel  its  power  within, 
 I  feel  I  hate  it  too. 
 
 4  Then  all  my  servile  works  were  done 
 
 A  righteousness  to  raise; 
 Now,  freely  chosen  in  the  Son, 
 I  freely  choose  His  ways. 
 
 5  ;'  What  shall  I  do?"  was  then  the  word; 
 
 "That  I  may  worthier  grow?" 
 •'  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord?" 
 Is  my  inquiry  now. 
 
 8   To  see  the  law  by  Christ  fulfilled, 
 And  hear  His  pardoning  voice, 
 Changes  a  slave  into  a  child, 
 And  duty  into  choice. 
 
2^  The  Scriptures. 
 
 24r  C.  M.  Kent. 
 
 1  When  from  the  precepts  to  the  cross 
 
 The  humble  sinner  turns, 
 His  brightest  deeds  he  counts  but  dross, 
 And  o'er  his  vileness  mourns. 
 
 2  God,  on  the  table  of  his  heart. 
 
 Inscribes  his  love  and  fear; 
 
 He  loves  the  law  in  every  part, 
 
 But  takes  no  refuge  there. 
 
 3  Thus  gospel,  law,  and  justice,  too, 
 
 Conspire  to  set  him  free: 
 Reflect,  my  soul,  admire  and  view 
 What  God  hath  done  for  thee. 
 
 25  L-  M. 
 
 1  O,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
 
 To  credit  what  the  Almighty  saith! 
 T'  embrace  the  message  of  His  son 
 And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 
 
 2  Then  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
 And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
 Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more 
 Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 
 
 3  Our  everlasting  hopes  arise 
 Above  the  ruinable  skies, 
 Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
 
 And  His  own  court  His  power  sustains. 
 
Gospel.  i| 
 
 GOSPEL. 
 
 S.  M. 
 
 1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
 
 Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill! 
 Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
 And  words  of  peace  reveal. 
 
 2  How  charming  is  their  voice! 
 
 How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 
 Zion,  behold  thy  Savior  King- 
 He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 
 
 3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
 
 That  hear  this  joyful  sound 
 Which  kings  and  prophets  fear, 
 And  sought  but  never  found. 
 
 4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
 
 That  see  this  heavenly  light; 
 Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
 But  died  without  the  sight. 
 
 5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
 
 And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
 Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
 And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
 
 6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 
 
 Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
 Let  every  nation  now  behold 
 Their  Savior  and  their  God. 
 
26  Gospel. 
 
 27  S.  M.  JVewton. 
 
 1  Hungry  and  faint  and  poor, 
 
 Behold  us,  Lord,  again 
 Assembled  at  Thy  mercy's  door, 
 Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 
 
 2  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 
 
 Or  we  must  starve  indeed, 
 
 For  we  no  money  have  to  buy, 
 
 No  righteousness  to  plead. 
 
 3  The  food  our  spirits  want, 
 
 Thy  hand  alone  can  give; 
 0,  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant 
 That  we  may  eat  and  live. 
 
 28  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
 
 Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come, 
 I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
 And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 
 
 2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me. 
 
 I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
 But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
 And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 
 
 3  Blest  is  the  man  wnose  shoulders  take 
 
 My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 
 My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
 
 My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 
 
Gospel.  27 
 
 4  Jesus,  we  come  at  Thy  command, 
 
 With  faith  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
 Resign  our  spirits  to  Thy  hand, 
 
 To  mould  and  guide  us  at  Thy  will. 
 
 29  CM.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Salvation !  O,  melodious  sound, 
 
 To  wretched,  dying  men ; 
 Salvation  that  from  God  proceeds, 
 And  leads  to  God  again. 
 
 2  Rescued  from  hell's  eternal  gloom, 
 
 From  fiends,  and  fires,  and  chains; 
 Rais'd  to  a  paradise  of  bliss, 
 Where  love  triumphant  reigns. 
 
 3  But  may  a  poor,  bewildered  soul, 
 
 Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
 Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
 To  blessings  so  divine. 
 
 4  The  luster  of  so  bright  a  bliss 
 
 My  feeble  heart  o'erbears; 
 And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
 The  promise  into  tears. 
 
 5  My  Savior  God,  no  voice  but  Thine 
 
 These  dying  hopes  can  raise; 
 Speak  Thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
 And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 
 
38  Gospel. 
 
 30  c.  m. 
 
 1  Lord,  when  I  count  Thy  mercies  o'er, 
 
 They  strike  me  with  surprise; 
 Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore, 
 To  equal  numbers  rise. 
 
 2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 
 
 The  product  of  Thy  skill; 
 And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands, 
 Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
 
 3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep; 
 
 How  kind,  how  dear  to  me! 
 0,  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep, 
 Still  find  my  thoughts  with  Thee. 
 
 31  CM.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 1  0,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer's  praise; 
 The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
 The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 
 
 2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
 
 That  bids  our  sorrows  cease, 
 'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ear, 
 'Tis  life,  and  health  and  peace. 
 
 3  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 
 
 He  sets  the  prisoner  free; 
 His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean— 
 Aiis  blood  availed  for  me. 
 
Oospel.  2C 
 
 He  speaks,  and  listening  to  His  voice, 
 
 New  joy  the  poor  receive; 
 The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
 
 The  humble  soul  believes. 
 
 Hear  Him  ye  deaf  His  praise  ye  dumb, 
 Your  loosened  tongues  employ; 
 
 Ye  lost,  behold  your  Savior  come, 
 And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 
 
 3£  C.  M.  Newton. 
 
 1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
 
 In  a  believer's  ear; 
 It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds^ 
 And  drives  away  his  fears. 
 
 2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
 
 And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
 'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
 And  to  the  weary  rest. 
 
 3  Dear  name,  the  rock  on  which  I  buil  , 
 
 My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
 My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
 With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 
 
 6  Jesus,  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
 My  prophet,  priest  and  king, 
 My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
 Accept  the  praise  1  bring. 
 
30  Cds'pe?. 
 
 33  CM.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O,  my  Lord? 
 
 Behold  my  heart  and  see, 
 
 And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
 
 That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 
 
 2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul? 
 
 Then  let  me  nothing  love : 
 
 Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
 
 When  Jesus  can  not  move. 
 
 3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 
 
 To  mine  attentive  ear? 
 Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
 My  Savior's  voice  to  hear? 
 
 4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 
 
 1  would  disdain  to  feed? 
 Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
 I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead? 
 
 5  Would  not  my  ardent  spirit  vie 
 
 With  angels  round  the  throne, 
 To  execute  Thy  sacred  will, 
 And  make  Thy  glory  known? 
 
 6  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
 
 In  honor  of  Thy  name, 
 And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
 To  damp  the  immortal  flame? 
 
Gospel.  3 1 
 
 7   Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 
 But  O,  I  long  to  soar 
 Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
 And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 
 
 34-  S.  M.  Newton. 
 
 1  Behold  a  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 
 Encouraged  by  Thy  gracious  word, 
 Would  venture  near  to  seek  that  bread 
 By  which  Thy  children  here  are  led. 
 
 2  Do  not  the  humble  suit  deny 
 Of  such  a  guilty  wretch  as  I, 
 
 But  let  me  feed  on  crumbs,  tho'  small, 
 Which  from  Thy  bounteous  table  fall. 
 
 3  I  am  a  sinner,  Lord,   I  own, 
 By  sin  and  guilt  I  am  undone; 
 Yet  will  I  wait  and  plead  and  pray, 
 Since  none  are  empty  sent  away. 
 
 35  C.  M. 
 
 1  Grace,  how  exceeding  sweet  to  those 
 
 Who  feel  they  sinners  are! 
 Sunk  and  distress'd  they  taste  and  know 
 
 Their  heaven  is  only  there. 
 
 i  Rich  grace,  free  grace,  most  sweetly  calls. 
 Directly  come  who  will; 
 Just  as  you  are,  for  Christ  receives 
 Poor,  helpless  sinners  still. 
 
$2  Cxospee. 
 
 B  *Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  sou 
 Grace  keeps  us  inly  poor, 
 And  O,  that  nothing  else  but  grace 
 May  rule  for  evermore. 
 
 3S  s.  M. 
 
 1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 
 
 His  sovereign  voice  obey; 
 Arise,  and  follow  where  He  leads. 
 And  peace  attend  your  way. 
 
 2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 
 
 Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
 Depending  on  His  promised  aid, 
 With  sacred  courage  go. 
 
 8  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
 And  hell  in  vain  oppose; 
 The  cauee  is  God's,  and  must  prevail 
 In  spite  of  all  His  foes. 
 
 4  Go  spread  a  Savior's  fame, 
 
 And  tell  His  matchless  grace 
 To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
 Of  Adam  s  liumerc   s  race. 
 
 5  We  wish  you,  in  His  name, 
 
 The  most  divine  success; 
 Assured  that  He  who  ^ends  you  forth 
 Will  your  endeav       bless. 
 
Gospel.  «3 
 
 &7  C.  M. 
 
 1  Go,  and  the  Savior's  grace  proclaim 
 
 Ye  messengers  of  God; 
 Go  publish  in  ImmanuePs  name 
 Salvation  through  His  blood. 
 
 2  What  though  your  ardent  track  may  lie 
 
 Through  regions  dark  as  death ; 
 What  though  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try. 
 Perils  beset  your  path. 
 
 3  Yet  with  determined  courage  go, 
 
 And  armed  with  power  divine, 
 Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
 And  on  your  labors  shine. 
 
 4  He  who  has  called  you  to  the  war 
 
 Will  recompense  your  pains; 
 Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
 Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 
 
 5  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 
 
 But  plead  your  Master's  cause, 
 Nor  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes 
 Shall  bow  before  His  cross. 
 
 38  8s,  7s,  4s. 
 
 1  Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
 Joyful  times  are  near  at   hand; 
 God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
 By  His  word  in  every  land. 
 When  He  chooses, 
 Darkness  flies  at  His  command. 
 
 (2) 
 
34  Gospel. 
 
 2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season, 
 Let  us  hail  the  rising  ray; 
 
 When  the  Lord  appears  there's  reason 
 To  expect  a  glorious  day. 
 
 At  His  presence 
 
 Gloom  and  darkness  fly  away. 
 
 3  "While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 
 While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
 
 God,  the  Savior  is  preparing 
 Means  to  spread  His  truth  abroad. 
 
 Every  language 
 
 Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 
 
 4  O,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 
 To  our  hearts,  to  hear  each  day 
 Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 
 How  the  gospel  wings  its  way, 
 
 Those  enlightening 
 
 Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay. 
 
 5  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 
 Let  Thy  people  see  Thy  hand; 
 Let  Thy  gospel  be  victorious, 
 Through  the  world  in  every  land. 
 
 And  the  idols 
 
 Perish,  Lord,  at  Thy  command. 
 
The  Holy  Spirit.  35 
 
 THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 
 
 3Q  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 
 With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
 In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 
 Fond  of  these  trifling  toys, 
 Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
 To  reach  eternal  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
 
 In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
 Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 1  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
 Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
 And  thine  to  us  so  great. 
 
 5  Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
 Come  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
 And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
 
 4:0  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
 Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
 Great  comforter,  descend  and  bring 
 Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 
 
36  The  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 
 
 And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 
 When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints 
 And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 
 
 3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
 And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
 That  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 
 
 The  pledge  of  joys  to  come, 
 And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  dove5 
 Will  safe  convey  me  home. 
 
 4:1  S.  M.  Devie* 
 
 1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
 
 With  energy  divine, 
 And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
 With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 
 
 2  From  the  celestial  hills, 
 
 Life,  light  and  joy  dispense, 
 And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
 Thy  quickening  influence. 
 
 4  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart, 
 This  stubborn  will  subdue, 
 Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
 My  inward  powers  renew. 
 
The  Holy  Spirit.  37 
 
 4  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 
 
 But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise, 
 And  unto  Thee  I  will  devote 
 The  remnant  of  my  days. 
 
 4-gj  S.  M.  Hart. 
 
 1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  now, 
 
 Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
 
 Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  mind 
 
 The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
 
 2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
 
 Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
 And  to  our  wondering  eyes  reveal 
 The  secret  love  of  God. 
 
 3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
 
 Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
 And  kindle  in  our  hearts  the  flame 
 Of  never-dying  love. 
 
 4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
 
 To  sanctify  the  soul, 
 To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part 
 And  new  create  the  whole. 
 
 43  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
 Unconscious  of  its  load; 
 The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
 To  happiness  and  God. 
 
38  The  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 
 
 The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
 'Tis  Thine,  Eternal  Spirit,  Thine, 
 To  form  the  heart  anew. 
 
 3  'Tis  Thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
 
 And  bid  them  upward  rise ; 
 And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
 From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 
 
 4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away 
 
 And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
 A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
 'Tis  Thine  alone  to  give. 
 
 5  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
 
 And  give  them  life  divine; 
 Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
 Almighty  Lord,  be  Thine. 
 
 -4^  C.  M.  Cowfcr. 
 
 1  0,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
 
 A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 
 A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 2  "Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
 
 When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
 Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
 Of  Jesus  and  His  word? 
 
The  Holy  Spirit.  39 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed; 
 
 How  sweet  their  memory  still; 
 But  now  I  find  an  aching  void, 
 The  world  can  never  fill. 
 
 4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return; 
 
 Sweet  messenger  of  rest, 
 I  hate  the  sins  that  cause  my  mourn, 
 And  so  disturb  my  rest. 
 
 5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
 
 Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
 0  come  and  tear  it  from  Thy  throne; 
 I'll  worship  only  Thee. 
 
 6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God; 
 
 Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
 So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 45  C.  M.  Hart. 
 
 1  Once  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
 
 Once  more  His  blessing  ask; 
 0,  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
 Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 
 
 2  Father,  Thy  quickening  spirit  send 
 
 From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 
 To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
 And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 
 
4©  The  Holy  Spirit. 
 
 3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear 
 
 Each  in  an  honest  heart; 
 Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  therer 
 And  never  with  it  part. 
 
 4  To  seek  Thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose; 
 
 To  each  Thy  blessings  suit; 
 And  let  the  seed  Thy  servant  sows 
 Produce  a  copious  fruit. 
 
 5  Bid  the  refreshing  North  wind,  wake; 
 
 SSay  to  the  South  wind,  blow; 
 Let  every  plant  the  power  partake, 
 And  all  the  garden  grow. 
 
 6  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heavenly  show  n 
 
 The  cold  with  warmth  divine; 
 And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
 Be  all  the  glory  Thine. 
 
 46  C.  M.  Kent. 
 
 1  In  Christ,  the  Rock,  let  those  who  dwell, 
 
 Prepare  a  song  to  raise, 
 For  who  like  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
 Should  sing  the  Savior's  praise. 
 
 2  When  storms  and  death  the  world  infest, 
 
 And  sin  the  nations  drown, 
 How  shall  the  weary  sinner  rest 
 When  worlds  are  tumbling  down? 
 
The  Holy  Spirit.  41 
 
 3  What  heavenly  prospects  feast  the  eyes 
 
 When  gazing  from  those  hills; 
 While  scenes  of  endless  bliss  arise, 
 And  joy  the  bosom  fills? 
 
 4  Here  they  can  see  the  pearly  gates 
 
 Of  Zion's  city  fair, 
 Where  blissful  thrones  and  mansions  wait 
 Their  safe  arrival  there. 
 
 5  Then  shout,  ye  saints  whose  weary  feet 
 
 On  this  bright  summit  stand, 
 To  sing  the  Savior's  praise  'tis  meet, 
 You  see  the  promised  land. 
 
 6  Hither  your  souls  shall  surely  rest, 
 
 The  promise  firm  shall  prove, 
 Till  you  recline  on  Jesus'  breast, 
 And  chant  eternal  love. 
 
 4:7  C.  M.  Waits 
 
 1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
 
 Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
 Nor  will  of  men,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
 Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 
 
 Creates  us  heirs  of  grace; 
 Born  in  the  image  of  his  son, 
 A  new,  peculiar  race. 
 
42  The  Holy  Spirit 
 
 3  The  spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 
 
 Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
 Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind, 
 And  forms  the  man  afresh. 
 
 4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  ris<* 
 
 From  their  long  sleep  of  death ; 
 On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes 
 And  praise  employs  our  breath. 
 
 43  CM.  Beddome^ 
 
 1  The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind, 
 
 Blows  when  and  where  he  please ; 
 How  happy  are  the  men  who  feel 
 The  soul  enlivening  breeze. 
 
 2  He  moulds  the  carnal  mind  afresh, 
 
 Subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
 Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh, 
 And  plants  his  grace  within. 
 
 3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  love, 
 
 Applies  redeeming  blood, 
 Bids  both  our  guilt  and  fear  remove, 
 And  brings  us  home  to  God. 
 
 4  Lord,  fill  each  dead,  benighted  soul 
 
 With  light,  and  life,  and  joy; 
 None  can  Thy  mighty  power  control. 
 Or  shall  Thy  work  destroy. 
 
The  Holy  Spirit.  43 
 
 ^B  S.  M. 
 
 1  Blest  Comforter  divine, 
 
 Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
 Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
 And  guide  our  souls  above. 
 
 2  Turn  us,  with  gentle  voice, 
 
 From  every  sinful  way, 
 And  bid  the  mourning  saints  rejoice, 
 Though  earthly  joys  decay. 
 
 3  By  Thine  inspiring  breath, 
 
 Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
 And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
 A  smile  of  glory  wear. 
 
 4  O,  till  Thou  every  heart 
 
 With  love  to  all  our  race; 
 Great  Comforter  to  us  impart 
 The  blessings  of  Thy  grace. 
 
 50  L-  M. 
 
 1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
 
 And  lit  me  to  approach  my  God; 
 Remove  each  vain,  each  earthly  thought, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 
 
 2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
 
 A  living  spark  of  holy  fire? 
 0,  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
 
 And  make  me  burn  with  pure  desire. 
 
44  Trust  in   God. 
 
 3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
 And  let  me  now  my  Savior  see; 
 0,  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
 And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 
 
 51  L.  M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Come,  Thou  Eternal  Spirit,  come 
 From  heaven,  Thy  glorious  dwelling-place; 
 O,  make  my  sinful  heart  my  home, 
 
 And  consecrate  it  by  Thy  grace. 
 
 2  Then  fix,  O  Lord,  Thy  blest  abode, 
 And  drive  Thy  foes  forever  thence; 
 There  shed  a  Saviors  love  abroad, 
 And  light,  and  life,  and  joy  dispense. 
 
 3  My  wants  supply,  my  fears  suppress; 
 Direct  my  way  and  hold  me  up; 
 Teach  me  in  times  of  deep  distress 
 
 To  pray  in  faith  and  wait  in  hope. 
 
 TRUST  IN  GOD. 
 
 S.   M.  Watts. 
 
 To  God  the  only  wise, 
 
 Our  Savior  and  our  King, 
 Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
 
 Their  humble  praises  bring. 
 
Trust  in  God.  45 
 
 2  'Tis  His  almighty  love, 
 
 His  council  and  His  care, 
 Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death 
 And  every  hurtful  snare. 
 
 3  He  will  present  our  souls 
 
 Unblemished  and  complete, 
 Before  the  glory  of  His  face 
 With  joys  divinely  great. 
 
 4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
 
 Shall  meet  around  the  throne; 
 Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
 And  make  His  wonders  knowm 
 
 5  To  our  Redeemer,  God, 
 
 Wisdom  and  power  belongs; 
 Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
 And  everlasting  songs. 
 
 53  L.  M.  Newton. 
 
 1  Why,  O  my  soul,  these  anxious  cares? 
 Why  thus  cast  down  with  doubts  and  tears? 
 How  canst  thou  want,  if  God  provide, 
 
 Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 
 
 2  When  first  before  His  mercy  seat, 
 Thou  didst  to  Him  thy  all  commit, 
 He  gave  the  warrant  from  that  hour, 
 To  trust  His  wisdom,  love  aud  power. 
 
46  Trust  in   God. 
 
 3  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
 And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
 And  has  He  not  His  promise  past 
 That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 
 
 4  He  who  has  help'd  me  hitherto, 
 Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
 And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
 New  Ebenezers  to  His  praise. 
 
 6-4:  S.  M.  Kent. 
 
 1  What  chee-riiig  words  are  these  ? 
 
 Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
 In  time.  ?-nd  to  eternity, 
 ;Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 2  In  ev'ry  state  secure, 
 
 Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 
 ;Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
 And  well  when  called  to  die. 
 
 3  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 
 
 'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 
 'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
 And  strong  temptations  blow. 
 
 6  'Tis  well  when  on  the  mount 
 They  feast  on  dying  love, 
 A.nd  'tis  as  well,  in  God's  account, 
 When  they  the  furnace  prove. 
 
Trust  in   God*  47 
 
 5  'Tis  well  when  at  His  throne 
 They  wrestle,  weep  and  pray; 
 'Tis  well  when  at  llis  feet  they  groan, 
 Yet  bring  their  wants  away. 
 
 55  L  M.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
 In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand; 
 Savior  divine,  clitiuse  thy  light, 
 
 To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 
 
 2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart 
 To  hx  on  Christ,  the  better  part; 
 
 To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
 For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 
 
 E  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
 Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies; 
 No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 
 But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 
 
 4  If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
 Cheerful  I  live  and  joyful  die; 
 Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
 To  find  a  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 
 
 5S  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Firm  as  the  earth  Thy  gospel  stands, 
 
 My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust; 
 If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
 
 My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 
 
48  Trust  in  God. 
 
 2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
 
 The  weakest  of  His  sheep; 
 All  whom  His  heavenly  Father  giw« 
 His  hands  shall  surely  keep. 
 
 3  Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
 
 His  favorites  from  His  breast; 
 Within  the  bosom  of  His  love 
 They  shall  forever  rest. 
 
 57  c.  M. 
 
 1  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
 
 The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
 So  earthly  objects  fade  away 
 When  Jesus  is  revealed. 
 
 2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 
 
 No  more  content  afford, 
 Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
 Since  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 
 
 3  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 
 
 I  bid  them  all  depart; 
 His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
 Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 
 
 4  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone, 
 
 And  wholly  live  to  Thee, 
 But  may  I  hope  that  Thou  wilt  own 
 A  worthless  worm  like  me. 
 
Trust  in   God.  49 
 
 Yes,  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst 
 
 I  can  not  douht  Thy  will, 
 For  if  thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 
 
 I  had  refused  Thee  still. 
 
 58  L.  M.  Fatvcett. 
 
 1  Thus  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 
 And  made  His  truth  and  mercy  known; 
 My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
 And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 
 
 2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
 Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home; 
 Lord,  let  Thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
 And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 
 
 3  Temptations  everywhere  annoy, 
 And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy; 
 My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
 And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 
 
 4  My  soul  with  various  tempests  tossed, 
 Her  hopes  o'erturned,  her  projects  crossed, 
 Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend, 
 
 And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end- 
 
 5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
 Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
 Are  these  the  toils  Thy  people  know 
 While  in  the  wilderness  of  woe  ? 
 
50  Trust  in   God. 
 
 6  'Tis  even  so  :  thy  faithful  love 
 Doth  all  Thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
 'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
 That  Jesus  may  be  All  in  All. 
 
 59  CM.  Medly, 
 
 1  Now  in  Thy  praise,  Eternal  King, 
 
 Be  all  my  thoughts  employed ; 
 
 While  of  this  precious  truth  I  sing, 
 
 "  Cast  down  but  not  destroyed." 
 
 2  Oft  the  united  powers  of  hell 
 
 My  soul  have  sore  annoyed ; 
 And  yet  I  live,  this  truth  to  tell, 
 "  Cast  down  but  not  destroyed." 
 
 3  In  all  the  paths  thro'  which  I've  pass'd, 
 
 What  mercies  I've  enjoyed, 
 And  this  shall  be  my  song  at  last, 
 "  Cast  down  but  not  destroyed." 
 
 4  When  I  with  God  in  heav'n  appear, 
 
 There  shall  I  Him  adore; 
 Destroyed  shall  be  my  sin  and  fear, 
 And  I  cast  down  no  more. 
 
 GO  cm.  wm. 
 
 1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  lise 
 Within  the  veil  and  see 
 The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
 How  bright  their  glories  be. 
 
Trust  in  God.  51 
 
 2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
 
 And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
 They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
 With  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears. 
 
 3  I  aek  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came  ? 
 
 They,  with  united  breath, 
 Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
 Their  triumph  to  His  death. 
 
 4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
 
 (His  zeal  inspired  their  breast) ; 
 And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
 Possess  the  promised  rest. 
 
 5  Our  Glorious  Leader  claims  our  praisf 
 
 For  His  own  pattern  given; 
 While  the  long  cloud  ot  witnesses 
 Show  the  sure  path  to  heaven. 
 
 SI  C.  M.  Newton, 
 
 1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
 
 Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
 There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
 For  none  can  perish  there. 
 
 2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea — 
 
 With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
 Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
 And  such,  0,  Lord,  am  I. 
 
52  Trust  in  God. 
 
 3  Bowea  down  beneath  a  load  of  sinv 
 
 By  satan  sorely  pressed, 
 By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
 I  come  to  Thee  lor  rest. 
 
 4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place. 
 
 That  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
 I  may  my  fierce  accusers  face, 
 And  tell  them  "Christ  has  died." 
 
 5  0,  wondrous  love!  to  bleed  and  die, 
 
 To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
 That  guilty  sinners  such  as  I 
 Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 
 
 6  "Poor,  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still. 
 
 My  promised  grace  receive;" 
 'Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must,  I  will, 
 I  can,  I  do  believe. 
 
 G2  S.  M 
 
 1  And  are  we  yet  alive, 
 
 And  see  each  other's  face? 
 
 Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 
 
 For  His  redeeming  grace. 
 
 2  Preserved  by  power  divine, 
 
 To  see  salvation  here, 
 Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join, 
 And  in  His  sight  appear. 
 
Trust  in   God.  5} 
 
 3  What  troubles  have  we  seen, 
 
 What  conflicts  have  we  passed, 
 Fighting  without  and  fears   within, 
 Since  we  assembled  last ! 
 
 4  But  out  of  all,  the  Lord 
 
 Hath  brought  us  by  His  love ! 
 And  still  He  doth  His  help  afford 
 And  hide  our  life  above. 
 
 5  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 
 
 Of  His  redeeming  power, 
 Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 
 Till  we  shall  sin  no  more. 
 
 6  Let  us  take  up  the  cross 
 
 Till  we  the  crown  obtain, 
 And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
 So  we  but  Jesus  gain. 
 
 33  S.  M.  To f  lady. 
 
 1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
 
 Down  from  the  willows  take, 
 Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 
 Bid  every  string  awake. 
 
 2  Though  in  a  foreign   land, 
 
 We  are  not  far  from  home, 
 And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
 We  every  moment  come. 
 
54  Trust  in  God. 
 
 3  His  grace  shall  to  the  end, 
 
 Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
 Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
 Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 
 
 4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
 
 When  we  shall  clearly  see, 
 Not  only  that  He  shed  His  blood, 
 But  each  shall  say  "for  me." 
 
 5  Tarry  his  leisure,  then, 
 
 Wait  the  appointed  hour; 
 Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  soul 
 Reveals  His  love  with  power. 
 
 6  Blest  is  the  man,  0,  God, 
 
 That  stays  himself  on  Thee; 
 Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
 Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 
 
 64  C.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  Lord  !  why  should  I  doubt  Thy  love, 
 
 Or  disbelieve  Thy  grace  ? 
 Sure  Thy  compassion  ne'er  remove, 
 Although  Thou  hide  Thy  face. 
 
 2  Thy  smiles  have  freed  my  heart  from  pain, 
 
 My  drooping  spirits  cheer'd  ; 
 And  wilt  Thou  not  appear  again 
 Where  Thou  hast  once  appear'd? 
 
Trust  in   God.  5$ 
 
 3  Hast  Thou  not  formed  my  heart  anew, 
 
 And  told  me  I  am  Thine? 
 And  wilt  Thou  now  Thy  work  undo, 
 Or  break  Thy  word  divine  ? 
 
 4  Dost  Thou  repent  ?  wilt  Thou  deny 
 
 The  gift  Thou  hast  bestowed? 
 Or  are  those  streams  of  mercy  dry 
 Which  once  so  freely  flowed. 
 
 6  Lord,  let  not  groundless  fears  destroy 
 The  mercies  now  possessed; 
 I'll  praise  for  blessings  I  enjoy, 
 And  trust  for  all  the  rest. 
 
 65  C.  M.  Watt* 
 
 1  My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
 
 The  life  of  my  delights, 
 The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
 And  comforts  of  my  nights. 
 
 2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 
 
 My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
 He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
 And  He  my  rising  sun. 
 
 3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
 
 With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
 While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
 And  tells  me  I  am  His. 
 
56  Trust  in  God. 
 
 4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
 
 At  that  transporting  word, 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
 To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 
 
 5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
 
 I'd  break  through  every  foe. 
 The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
 Should  bear  me  conquerer  through. 
 
 66  C.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed, 
 
 And  did  my  Jesus  die? 
 Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
 For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
 
 2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
 
 He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
 Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown, 
 And  love  beyond  degree ! 
 
 3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 
 
 And  shut  his  glories  in  ; 
 When  Christ,  the  mighty  Savior  died, 
 For  man,  the  Creature's  sin. 
 
 3  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
 While  His  dear  cross  appears  ; 
 Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
 And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears, 
 
Trust  in   God.  57 
 
 5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
 'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 67  Watts. 
 
 1  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  ? 
 
 2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
 The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace; 
 Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bounds, 
 So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 
 
 3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
 Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
 And  past  offenses  pain  my  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
 Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace ; 
 Lord,  should.  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
 I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Snould  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
 I  must  pronounce  the  just  in  death; 
 
 And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
 Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
 
58  Trust  in   God. 
 
 6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
 Whose  hopes  still  hovering  round  Thy  word, 
 Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
 Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
 
 68  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
 
 There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
 The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  skies 
 Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
 
 2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 
 
 Whom  he  designs  to   keep ; 
 His  ear  attends  their  humble  call, 
 His  eye  can  never  sleep. 
 
 3  Israel,  rejoice  and  rest  secure ; 
 
 Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
 His  wakeful  eyes  employ  His  nower, 
 For  thine  eternal  guard. 
 
 4  He  guards  thy  soul,  He  keeps  thy  breath. 
 
 Where  thickest  dangers  come ; 
 
 Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
 
 Till  God  shall  call  thee  home. 
 
 69  C.  M. 
 
 1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
 My  trust,  O  Lord,  in  Thee; 
 For  Thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
 A  sure  defense  to  me. 
 
Trust  in  God.  59 
 
 2  Thou  our  deliverer  art,  O  God, 
 
 Our  trust  is  in  Thy  power; 
 Thou  art  our  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
 Our  safeguard  and  our  tower. 
 
 3  To  Thee  will  we  address  our  prayer, 
 
 To  whom  all  praise  we  owe  ; 
 0  may  we  by  Thy  watchful  care 
 Be  saved  from  every  foe. 
 
 4  Then  let  Jehovah  be  adored, 
 
 On  whom  our  hopes  depend; 
 For  none  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
 His  people  can  defend. 
 
 70  C.  M.  Addison. 
 
 1  When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
 
 My  rising  soul  surveys, 
 Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 
 In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
 
 2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 
 
 Thy  tender  care  bestowed ; 
 Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
 From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 
 
 3  "When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
 
 With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
 Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
60  Trust  in   God. 
 
 4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
 
 My  daily  thanks  employ. 
 Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
 That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
 
 5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
 
 Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
 And  after  death  in  distant  worlds, 
 The  glorious  theme  renew. 
 
 6  Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 
 
 A  grateful  song  I'll  raise ; 
 But  O,  eternity's  too  short 
 To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 
 
 71  C.  M.  ^ 
 
 1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
 
 On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
 On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
 My  fainting  hope  relies. 
 
 2  To  Thee  I'll  teil  each  rising  grief, 
 
 For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
 Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
 For  every  pain  I  feel. 
 
 '6  But  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
 I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine, 
 The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
 And  all  my  hopes  decline. 
 
Trust  in  God.  6l 
 
 4  \Tet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 
 
 Thou  art  my  only  trust, 
 And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
 Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 
 
 5  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face? 
 
 And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
 And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
 Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 
 3  No,  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
 Attends  the  mourner's  prayei ; 
 0,  may  I  ever  find  access 
 
 To  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 
 7  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
 Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
 With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
 And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 
 
 *72  7s-  Tmrim, 
 
 1  Ye,  who  in  His  court3  are  found, 
 Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 
 Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
 Sons  of  sorrow,  sin  and  care, 
 Glorify  the  King  of  Kings, 
 Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 
 
 2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
 View  this  bleeding  sacrifice; 
 
 See  in  Him  your  sins  forgiven, 
 Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven; 
 Glorify  the  King  of  Kings, 
 Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 
 
62  Trust  in   God. 
 
 73  c.  m. 
 
 1  Long  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound 
 
 Of  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
 Yet  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found, 
 And  knowledge  of  Thy  word ! 
 
 2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love ! 
 
 How  negligent  our  fear ! 
 How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above! 
 How  few  affections  there. 
 
 3  Great  God  !  Thy  sovereign  power  impart, 
 
 To  give  Thy  word  success; 
 Write  Thy  salvation  in  each  heart 
 And  make  us  learn  Thy  grace. 
 
 Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 
 That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
 
 Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
 And  love  shall  never  die. 
 
 7-4-  CM.  Beddome. 
 
 1  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
 
 Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand ; 
 My  choicest   comforts   come  from  Thee* 
 And  go  at  Thy  command. 
 
 2  If  Thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 
 
 Yet  would  I  not  repine ; 
 Before  they  were  possessed  by  me 
 They  were  entirely  Thine. 
 
Trust  in   God.  63 
 
 3  Nor  would    I  drop    a  murmuring  word, 
 
 Though    the  whole  world  were   gone, 
 But  seek  enduring  happiness 
 In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 
 
 4  What  is  the  world  with  all  its  store? 
 
 'Tis  but  a  bitter-sweet; 
 When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
 A  piercing  thorn  I  meet. 
 
 5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er   be  found — 
 
 The  honey's  mixed  with  gall; 
 'Midst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends, 
 Be  Thou  my  all  in  all. 
 
 75  L.  M. 
 
 1  Where  is  my  God ;  does  He  retire 
 
 Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs: 
 Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
 Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies? 
 
 2  No  Lord,  the  breathings  of  desire, 
 
 The  weak  petition,  if  sincere. 
 Is  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 
 
 But  reaches  Thy  all  gracious  ear. 
 
 3  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 
 
 See  where  the  Great  Redeemer  stands; 
 The  Glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
 
 With  precious  incense  in  His  hands. 
 
64  Trust  in   God. 
 
 4  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 
 
 He  recommends  each  broken  prayer; 
 Recline  thy  hope  on  Him  alone, 
 
 Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 
 
 5  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O,  gracious  Lor 
 
 With  stronger  faith  to  call  Thee  miab* 
 Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
 My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 
 
 76  s.  M. 
 
 1  I  would,  but  can  not  sing, 
 
 I  would,  but  can  not  pray, 
 
 For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
 
 And  frights  my  soul  away. 
 
 2  I  would,  but  can't  repent, 
 
 Though  1  endeavor  oft ; 
 This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
 Till  Jesus  makes  it  soft. 
 
 3  I  would,  but  can  not  love, 
 
 Though  moved  by  love  divine  ; 
 No  arguments  have  power  to  move 
 A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 
 
 4  I  would,  but  can  not  rest 
 
 In  God's  most  holy  will ; 
 I  know  what  He  appoints  is  best, 
 Yet  muymur  at  it  still. 
 
Baptism.  65 
 
 5  O  could  I  but  believe, 
 
 Then  all  would  easy  be; 
 I  would,  but  can  not,  Lord,  relieve — ■ 
 My  help  must  come  from  Thee. 
 
 6  But  if  indeed  I  would, 
 
 Though  I  can  nothing  do, 
 Yet  the  desire  is  something  good, 
 For  which  my  praise  is  due. 
 
 7  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
 
 Till  Thine  appointed  hour, 
 I  was  as  destitute  of  will 
 As  now  I  am  of  power. 
 
 8  Wilt  Thou  not  crown  at  length 
 
 The  work  Thou  hast  begun, 
 And  with  a  will  afford  me  strength 
 In  all  Thy  ways  to  run? 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 77  L.  M. 
 
 1  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize, 
 Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus  cries. 
 His  glad  apostles  took  the  word, 
 
 And  round  the  nations  preached  their  Lord. 
 
 2  Commissioned  thus  by  Zion's  King, 
 We  to  the  water  humbly  bring 
 
 These  happy  converts  who  have  known   < 
 And  trusted  in  His  grace  alone. 
 <3) 
 
66  Baptism . 
 
 3  When  in  Thy  house  they  seek  Thy  bice, 
 O,  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace ! 
 Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine: 
 Let  beams  of  mercy  round  them  shine* 
 
 78  L-  M-  Dan*\ 
 
 1  What  lovely  band  is  this  I  see, 
 All  singing  in  sweet  harmony, 
 United  round  the  water  side, 
 And  praising  Jesus  crucified? 
 
 2  These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb; 
 Here  they  are  come  to  own  His  name  ; 
 Their  humble  st  ams  ascend  the  skies, 
 In  faith  they're  come  to  be  baptized. 
 
 3  This  brings  to  view  the  ancient  days, 
 When  first  the  gospel  church  was  raised, 
 JNo  other  mode  was  then  devised — 
 Believing  souls  were  thus  baptized : 
 
 4  Baptized  into  the  Savior's  death, 
 Arising  lived  the  life  of  faith  ; 
 Giving  to  Christ,  the  Lord,  the  praise 
 By  walking  in  His  humble  ways. 
 
 *7Q  L.  M.  Lelatuk 
 
 1  Come  saints  and  sinners,  now  behold. 
 How  Jesrs  was  baptized  of  old  ; 
 Like  Him  we  now  despise  the  shame 
 To  be  baptized  Hi  His  dear  name. 
 
Baptism.  t9f 
 
 2  We  here  are  come  the  world  to  tell 
 How  Jesus  saved  our  souls  from  hell; 
 And  shall  we  not  His  lov    proclaim, 
 A'\d  be  baptized  in  Kis  dear  name? 
 
 3  The  Savior's  grave  before  ns  lies, 
 From  whence  He  did  triumphant  rise; 
 We  cheerful  venture  through  the  same, 
 And  rise  baptized  in  His  dear  name. 
 
 t  Then  would  our  grateful  hearts  express 
 His  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness; 
 Our  souls  would  feel  a  joyful  frame. 
 And  live  baptized  in  His  dear  name. 
 
 5  Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  and  say 
 We  will  no  longer  disobey ; 
 If  love  divine  your  souls  inflame, 
 Come,  be  baptized  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 SO  C   M. 
 
 1  Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord, 
 As  well  as  in  the  tomb; 
 
 And  in  obedience  to  His  word, 
 We  imitate  the  Lamb. 
 
 2  This  ordinance  is  plainly  given, 
 'Tia  left  upon  record, 
 
 Though  not  to  save  or  take  to  heavet., 
 But  shows  we  love  the  Lord. 
 
68  Baptism. 
 
 81  8s.  7s.  ^atw*» 
 
 1  Humble  souls  who  seek  salvation 
 
 Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood 
 Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 
 
 Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 
 Flee  to  Him,  your  only  Savior, 
 
 In  His  mighty  name  confide, 
 In  the  whole  of  your  behavior 
 
 Own  Him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 
 
 2  Hear  the  blessed  Redeemer  calls  you, 
 
 Listen  to  His  gracious  voice, 
 Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 
 
 While  you  make  His  ways  your  choict  J 
 Jesus  says,  "let  each  believer 
 
 Be  baptized  in  my  name ;" 
 He  Himself,  in  Jordan's  river, 
 
 Was  immersed  beneath  the  stream. 
 
 8  Plainly  here  His  footsteps  tracing, 
 
 Follow  Him  without  delay, 
 Gladly  His  command  embracing, 
 
 Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 
 View  the  rite  with  understanding, 
 
 Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies, 
 Be  interred  at  His  commanding, 
 
 Atter  His  example  rise. 
 
Baptism.  69 
 
 82  L.  M. 
 
 1  Apostles  trod  tins  holy  ground, 
 This  is  the  road  believers  go; 
 My  Jesus  in  this  way  was  fouud, 
 I  charge  my  soul  to  tread  it  too. 
 
 83  7s.  Leland. 
 
 1  Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
 Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm ; 
 
 If  by  Jesus  you  are  prized, 
 Rise,  believe,  and  be  baptized. 
 
 2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
 Bore  the  curse  to  mortals  due; 
 Children,  prove  your  love  to  Him, 
 Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 
 
 3  Never  shun  the  Savior's  cross; 
 All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross ; 
 If  the  Savior's  love  you  feel, 
 Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 
 
 4  Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  soul, 
 "Water  purifies  the  foul ; 
 
 Fire  and  water  both  agree, 
 Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 
 
 84:  L.   M.  Rippon 
 
 1   Come  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
 Come  and  obey  His  sacred  word ; 
 He  died  and  rose  again  for  you, 
 What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do  ? 
 
^o  Baptism. 
 
 2  We  to  this  place  are  come  to  show 
 What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe; 
 The  Savior's  footsteps  to  explore, 
 And  tread  the  path  He  trod  before. 
 
 3  Eternal  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
 On  these  baptismal  waters  move, 
 That,  rising  from  the  watery  tomb, 
 Our  souls  may  go  rejoicing  home. 
 
 85  L,  M. 
 
 1  In  Thy  assembly  here  we  stand, 
 Obedient  to  Thy  great  command  ; 
 
 The  sacred  Hood  is  full  in  view, 
 
 And  the  sweet  voice  invites  us  through 
 
 2  The  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
 Must  not  invite  and  be  denied  ; 
 
 Was  not  the  Lord  who  came  to  save, 
 Interred  in  such  a  liquid  grave  ? 
 
 3  Thus  we,  dear  Savior,  own  Thy  name, 
 Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream; 
 
 Then  to  Thy  table  let  us  come, 
 And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 
 
 86  L-  M. 
 
 1  Jesus  we  come  at  Thy  command, 
 Now  on  the  water's  brink  we  stand, 
 
 Ready  to  walk  into  the  wave, 
 A  lively  emblem  of  the  grave. 
 
Baptism.  71 
 
 2  Let  neither  shame,  nor  fear,  nor  pride, 
 Divert  our  steady  feet  aside  ; 
 
 "lis  by  appointment  in  Thy  name 
 We  venture  down  into  the  stream. 
 
 3  Lord  of  the  universe,  look  clown 
 
 And  make  Thy  great  salvation  known; 
 Teach  every  sinner  to  obey, 
 And  follow  Jesus  in  "the  way." 
 
 87  L-  M 
 
 1  When  we  baptize  we  see  the  mode 
 lu  honor'd  Jordan's  swelling  flood; 
 
 We're  deaf  to  vain  tradition's  voice, 
 
 The  way  Christ  chose  becomes  our  choice. 
 
 2  Down  in  the  stream  they  both  descend, 
 And  John  baptized  the  sinner's  friend. 
 
 Out  of  the  water  straightway  came 
 
 The  church's  Head,  the  obedient  Lamb. 
 
 3  The  baptist  saw  the  heavenly  dove 
 Descend  from  op'ning  heavens  above 
 
 And  now  the  Father's  voice  is  heard 
 Approving  the  incarnate  Word: 
 
 4  "  This  is  my  well  beloved  Son, 
 
 Well  pleased  am  I  with  what  he's  done; 
 In  all  things  he  My  will  obeys, 
 >   Then  hear  and  trust  what'er  he  says. 
 
*j2  Baptism. 
 
 5  Now,  ye  believing  souls,  regard 
 Th'  example  of  our  dearest  Lord  ; 
 
 Walk  in  His  honored  paths  and  prove 
 How  much  your  souls  His  precepts  lcwre: 
 
 88  L-  M. 
 
 1  What'er  to  Thee,  our  Lord,  belongs 
 Is  always  worthy  of  our  songs  ; 
 
 And  all  Thy  works  and  all  Thy  ways, 
 Demand  our  wonder  and  our  praise. 
 
 2  Amazing  grace  !  and  shall  I  still 
 Prove  disobedient  to  Thy  will  ? 
 
 Ah,  no  !  dear  Lord,  the  watery  tomb 
 Belongs  to  Thee,  and  there  I  come. 
 
 89  C.  P.  M. 
 
 1  Salem's  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
 In  ancient  times  to  Jordan  came 
 
 All  righteousness  to  till ; 
 'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
 Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
 
 To  do  His  Master's  will. 
 
 2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
 His  right  to  be  baptized  then  ; 
 
 The  Baptist  gave  consent. 
 On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  appear, 
 The  Baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 
 
 Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 
 
Baptism.  73 
 
 3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream 
 The  Baptist  led  the  Holy  Lamb, 
 
 And  there  did  Him  baptize. 
 Jehovah  saw  His  darling  Son, 
 And  was  well  pleased  in  what  He'd  done, 
 
 And  owned  Him  from  the  skies. 
 
 4  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
 And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 
 
 With  cheerful  hearts  arise. 
 See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
 A  loving  Savior  calling,  come, 
 
 0,  children,  be  baptized. 
 
 5  Behold  Bis  servant  waiting  stands, 
 With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 
 
 To  wait  upon  the  Bride. 
 While  candidates  are  waiting  there, 
 Come  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
 
 Down  by  the  wate^  side. 
 
 QO  Franci* 
 
 1  Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
 
 A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ! 
 Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
 Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days. 
 
 2  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  sooner  far 
 Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star. 
 He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
 O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 
 
74  The  Church. 
 
 3  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  just  as  soon 
 Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  ! 
 "Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  He, 
 fright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  fleet 
 
 4  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  friend, 
 On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
 No ;  when  1  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
 That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 
 
 5  Ashamed  of  Jesus!     Yes,  I  may, 
 When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
 No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
 No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
 
 6  His  institutions  would  I  prize, 
 Take  up  my  cross,  the  shame  despise, 
 Dare  to  defend  His  noble  cause, 
 And  yield  obedience  to  His  laws. 
 
 THE  CHURCH. 
 Qt  L.  M.  WaK. 
 
 1  Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place 
 The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ; 
 Thy  holy  courts  are  His  abode, 
 Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
 
 2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gate* 
 A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  wait. 
 Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundation  move 
 Fixed  on  His  counsel  and  His  love. 
 
The   Church.  7^ 
 
 3  Thv  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
 Against  His  throne  in  vain  they  rage; 
 Like  rising  waves  in  vain  they  roar, 
 That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 
 
 4  Then  let  us  still  in  Zion  dwell, 
 
 Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell. 
 His  arms  embrace  the  happy  ground 
 Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
 
 5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun, 
 Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run ; 
 On  us  He  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
 And  we  reflect  His  brightest  praise. 
 
 92  C.  M.  C.  Wes!& 
 
 1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
 
 And  saved  by  grace  alone, 
 Walking  in  all  His  ways  they  find 
 Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
 
 2  The  church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 
 
 Their  mighty  joys  we  know; 
 They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above 
 And  we  in  hymns  below. 
 
 3  Thee  in  Thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 
 
 And  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
 We  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace — 
 The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 
 
76  The  Church. 
 
 4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads, 
 From  thence  our  spirits  rise, 
 And  he  that  in  Thy  statute  treads 
 Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 
 
 03  S.  M. 
 
 1  Let  party  names  no  more 
 
 The  christian  world  o'erspread; 
 Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
 Are  one  in  Christ,  their  head. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
 
 Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
 Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
 With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 
 
 3  Thus  will  the  church  below 
 
 Resemble  that  above ; 
 Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
 And  every  heart  is  love. 
 
 04  S.  M.  Watt* 
 
 1  How  honored  is  the  place 
 
 Where  we  adoring  stand  ; 
 Zion,  the  glory  ot  the  earth, 
 And  beauty  of  the  land. 
 
 2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 
 
 The  city  where  we  dwell, 
 While  walls  of  strong  salvation  made 
 Defy  the  assaults  of  hell. 
 
The   Church.  7J 
 
 3  Lift  up  the  eternal  gates, 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
 Enter  ye  nations  that  obey 
 The  statutes  of  your  King. 
 
 4  Here  taste  unmingled  joys, 
 
 And  live  in  perfect  peace, 
 You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
 And  ventured  on  his  grace. 
 
 5  Trust  in  your  God,  ye  saints, 
 
 And  banish  all  your  fears; 
 Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
 Eternal  as  His  years. 
 
 95  e.  m. 
 
 1  Blest  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh 
 
 I  hold  my  frail  abode, 
 Still  would  my  spirit  rest  on  Thee, 
 My  Savior  and  my  God. 
 
 2  On  Thy  dear  cross  I  fix  my  eyes, 
 
 Then  raise  them  to  Thy  seat, 
 Till  love  dissolves  my  inmost  soul 
 At  my  Redeemer's  feet. 
 
 3  Be  dead,  my  heart,  to  worldly  charms; 
 
 Be  dead  to  every  sin ; 
 And  tell  the  boldest  foe  without 
 That  Jesus  reigns  within. 
 
78  The  Church. 
 
 QS  S.  M.  DwigU 
 
 1  I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
 
 The  house  of  Thine  abode; 
 The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
 With  His  own  precious  blood. 
 
 2  I  love  Thy  church,  0  God, 
 
 Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
 Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye 
 And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 
 
 8  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
 For  her  my  prayers  ascend, 
 To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 
 Till  cares  and  toils  shall  end. 
 
 4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 
 
 I  prize  her  heavenly  ways; 
 Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
 Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
 
 5  Jesus,  Thou  friend  divine, 
 
 Our  Savior  and  our  King, 
 7?hy  hand,  from  every  snare  and  foe 
 Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 
 
 6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
 
 To  Zion  shall  be  given 
 The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield 
 And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 
 
The  Church.  7r 
 
 B7  S.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God — 
 
 And  let  His  praise  be  great; 
 He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
 His  most  delightful  seat. 
 
 2  In  Zion  God  is  known, 
 
 A  refuge  in  distress ; 
 How  bright  has  His  salvation  shown 
 Through  all  her  palaces. 
 
 3  When  kings  against  her  joined, 
 
 And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
 In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 
 They  fled  wTith  hasty  tear. 
 
 4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told — 
 
 Our  eyes  have  often  seen — 
 How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
 Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 
 
 5  In  every  new  distress 
 
 We'll  to  His  house  repair; 
 We'll  call  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
 And  seek  deli v' ranee  there. 
 
 38  L.  M.  Stinnett 
 
 1    Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
 Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
 Meet  to  recount  His  acts  of  grace 
 And  offer  solemn  prajTer  and  praise, 
 
5o  The  Cliurcn. 
 
 2  "There/'  says  the  Savior,  "will  I  be 
 
 Amid  this  little  company ; 
 To  them  unveil  My  smiling  face, 
 
 And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place  " 
 
 3  We  meet  at  Thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
 
 Relying  on  Thy  faithful  word  ; 
 Now  send  Thy  spirit  from  above, 
 
 Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 
 
 93  C.  M. 
 
 1  O,  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord, 
 
 With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell! 
 He  feeds  and  cheers  them  by  His  word— 
 His  arm  supports  them  well. 
 
 2  To  them,  in  each  distressing  hour, 
 
 His  throne  of  grace  is  near, 
 And  when  they  plead  His  love  andp  >wer 
 He  stands  engaged  to  hear. 
 
 3  His  presence  sweetens  all  our  cares, 
 
 And  makes  our  burdens  light; 
 
 A  word  from  Him  dispels  our  fears* 
 
 And  gilds  the  gloom  of  night. 
 
 1  Lo':d,  we  expect  to  suffer  here, 
 Nor  would  we  dare  repine; 
 But  give  us  still  to  find  Thee  near, 
 And  own  us  still  for  Thine. 
 
7  he  Church.  6; 
 
 5  Let  us  enjoy  and  highly  prize 
 These  tokens  of  Thy  love, 
 Till  Thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise 
 To  dwell  with  Thee  above. 
 
 100  *s,  7s. 
 
 1  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 
 
 My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 
 Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
 All  were  nothing  to  His  word. 
 
 2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
 
 His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
 Let  His  friends,  of  every  station, 
 Gladly  join  to  spread  His  fame. 
 
 3  May  nis  kingdom  be  promoted, 
 
 May  the  world  the  Savior  know, 
 Be  my  all  to  Him  devoted ; 
 To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
 
 101  C.  M.  Swat*. 
 
 1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
 
 When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
 In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
 And  so  fulfill  the  Word. 
 
 2  0,  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 
 
 And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
 May  sorrow  flow  from  eve  to  eye, 
 And  joy  from  Heart  to  heart. 
 
S2  The  Church. 
 
 3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 
 
 Our  wishes  fix  above; 
 May  each  his  brother's  tailings  hide, 
 And  show  a  brother's  love. 
 
 4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
 
 Through  every  bosom  flow, 
 And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
 In  every  action  glow. 
 
 5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
 
 The  happy  souls  above, 
 And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
 His  bosom  glow  with  love. 
 
 102  S.  M. 
 
 1  I  love  the  30ns  of  grace, 
 
 The  heirs  of  bliss  divine, 
 Who  walk  in  paths  of  righteousness 
 And  fly  from  every  sin. 
 
 2  mhey  will  my  faults  reprove 
 
 When  heedlessly  I  err ; 
 How  do  I  prize  their  faithful  love, 
 Their  kind  and  tender  care. 
 
 3  They  Jesus'  image  bear  ; 
 
 How  lovely  is  the  sight; 
 They  shall  at  length  with  Him  appear 
 In  everlasting  light. 
 
The  Church.  83 
 
 4  They  love  the  Father's  name, 
 
 And  gladly  do  His  will ; 
 They  humbly  follow  Christ,  the  Lamb, 
 In  parity  and  zeal. 
 
 5  Their  footsteps  I'll  pursue 
 
 With  vigor  till  I  die, 
 Rejoicing  in  the  pleasing  view 
 Of  meeting  them  on  high. 
 
 [t  is  a  sweet  employ 
 To  join  in  worship  here, 
 
 But  how  divine  will  be  the  joy 
 To  see  each  other  there. 
 
 J_03  S.  M.  Fawcett. 
 
 1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
 
 Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 
 The  fellowship  of  kindred  minda 
 Is  like  to  that  above. 
 
 2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
 
 We  pour  our  mutual  prayers  ; 
 Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
 Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
 
 3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
 
 Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 
 And  often  for  each  other  flows 
 The  sympathizing  tear. 
 
84  The  Church. 
 
 4  When  we  asunder  part 
 
 It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
 But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
 And  hope  to  meet  again. 
 
 5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
 
 Our  courage  by  the  way, 
 While  each  in  expectation  lives 
 And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
 
 6  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain 
 
 And  sin  we  shall  be  free; 
 And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 10-4:  L-  M.  Watts 
 
 1  God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 
 Foundations  for  His  heavenly  praise; 
 He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
 But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
 
 2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 
 That  pay  to  Him  their  daily  vows, 
 But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
 Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 
 
 8  What  glories  were  described  of  old! 
 What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told! 
 Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
 Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know 
 
The  Church.  85 
 
 4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
 Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew; 
 Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
 The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 
 
 5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
 Of  nations  in  His  holy  mount, 
 'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 
 
 As  one  new-born  and  nourished  there! 
 
 3  05  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Enquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 
 
 That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
 And  thither  set  your  steady  face 
 With  a  determin'd  will. 
 
 2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 
 
 Your  pious  march  to  join, 
 And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel, 
 Of  faith  and  love  divine. 
 
 3  O,  come,  and  to  His  temple  haste, 
 
 And  seek  His  favor  there; 
 Before  His  footstool  humbly  bow, 
 And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 
 
 lOS  L.  M. 
 
 1  Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head, 
 
 From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead; 
 Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
 And  gird  thee  with  thy  Savior's  strength. 
 
86  The   Church. 
 
 2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
 And  let  thy  excellence  be  known. 
 Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
 Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 
 
 3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
 And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
 No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
 Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 
 
 4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer; 
 His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair, 
 
 Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
 To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 
 
 107  7*. 
 
 1  "  Give  us  room  that  we  may  dwell," 
 
 Zion's  children  cry  aloud! 
 See  their  numbers — how  they  swell! 
 How  they  gather  like  a  cloud. 
 
 2  O,  how  bright  the  morning  seems — 
 
 Brighter  from  so  dark  a  night; 
 Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 
 Filled  with  wonder  and  delight. 
 
 3  Lo!  thy  sun  goes  down  no  more, 
 
 God  himself  will  be  thy  light; 
 All  that  caused  thee  grief  before, 
 Buried  lies,  in  endless  night. 
 
'Die   Church.  87 
 
 [  Zion,  now  arise  and  shine; 
 
 Lo!  thy  light  from  heaven  is  come! 
 These  that  crowd  from  far  are  thine ; 
 Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 
 
 108  C.  M. 
 
 1  Arise,  0  King  of  Grace,  arise, 
 And  enter  to  Thy  rest! 
 
 Lo!  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
 Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 
 
 2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 
 Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Word; 
 
 All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
 Could  no  such  grace  afford. 
 
 3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  Thy  vows, 
 Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread ; 
 
 Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
 And  fill  the  poor  with  bread. 
 
 4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
 Let  God's  anointed  shine, 
 
 Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain 
 With  love  and  pow^r  divine. 
 
 109  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone, 
 
 Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
 To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
 
 And  His  eternal  praise. 
 
88  The  Church 
 
 2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 
 And  saints  adore  the  name, 
 
 They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
 Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 
 
 3  The  foolish  builders,  scribes  and  priests, 
 Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
 
 Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  shall  rest 
 And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
 
 4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 
 Yet  must  this  building  rise; 
 
 'Tis  Thy  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
 And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 
 
 HO  L-  M.  Wait% 
 
 1  Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
 All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
 Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
 Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 
 
 2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  Rock 
 That  from  the  sun  delends  the  fluck? 
 Fain  would  I  feed  among  the  sheep, 
 Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 
 
 3  Why  should  Thy  bride  appear  like  one 
 That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown? 
 My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
 Would  never  seek  another  love. 
 
The  Church.  89 
 
 4  The  footsteps  of  Thy  flock  I  see  ; 
 Thy  sweetest  pastures,  here  they  be  - 
 A  wondrous  feast  Thy  love  prepares, 
 Bought   with  Thy  wounds,  and   groans, 
 
 and  tears. 
 
 5  His  dearest  flesh  He  makes  my  food, 
 And  bids  me  drink  His  richest  blood; 
 Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
 Till  my  Beloved  lead  me  home. 
 
 HI  L.  M.  Watts, 
 
 1  Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress 
 
 That  travels  from  the  wilderness, 
 And  press'd  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
 On  her  beloved  Lord  she  leans? 
 
 2  This  is  the  spouse  of  Christ,  our  God, 
 
 Bought  with  the  treasure  of  His  blood; 
 And  her  request  and  her  complaint 
 Is  but  the  voice  of  every  saint. 
 
 3  0,  let  my  name  engravon  stand 
 
 Both  on  Thy  heart  and  on  Thy  hand; 
 Seal  me  upon  Thine  arm,  and  wear 
 That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 
 
 4  Stronger  than  death  Thy  love  is  known, 
 
 Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown 
 And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
 To  quench  afire  so  much  divine. 
 
go  The  Church. 
 
 5  "But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 
 
 Lest  it  should  ouce  from  Thee  depart; 
 Then  iet  Thy  name  be  well  imprees'd 
 As  a  fair  signet  on  my  breast.1 
 
 6  Till  Thou  hast  brought  me  to  Thy  home. 
 
 Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come; 
 Thy  countenance  let  me  olten  see, 
 And  often  Thou  shalt  hear  from  me. 
 
 112  I...  M. 
 
 1  High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
 The  King  of  Glory  spreads  his  seat, 
 And  troops  of  angels,  stretch'd  lor  tiight, 
 Stood  waiting  round  His  awful  feet. 
 
 2  "Go,"  saith  the  Lord,  "My  Gabriel,  go; 
 "Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb; 
 "Make  haste,  ye  cherubs,  down  below 
 "Sing  and  proclaim  the  Savior's  come." 
 
 3  Here  a  bright  squadron  leaves  the  skies, 
 And  thick  around  Elisha  stands; 
 
 Anon  a  heavenly  soldier  flits 
 
 And  breaks  the  chains  from  i'eter's  hands. 
 
 4  Thy  winged  troops,  0  God  of  Hosts, 
 Wait  on  Thy  wandering  church  below; 
 Here  we  are  sailing  to  Thy  coasts, 
 
 Let  angels  be  our  convoy,  too. 
 
The  ChurcJi.  cj- 
 
 5   Are  they  not  all  Thy  servants,  Lord  ? 
 At  Thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
 With  cheerful  haste  obey  Thy  word, 
 And  guard  Thy  children  to  their  home. 
 
 113  C"  M"  Watts. 
 
 1  Lo!  what  an  entertaining  sight 
 Are  brethren  that  agree, 
 
 Brethren  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
 The  bonds  of  purity! 
 
 2  Where  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the 
 
 Spring, 
 Descend  to  every  soul, 
 And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
 Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 
 
 3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 
 On  Aaron's  priestly  head, 
 
 The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet 
 And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
 
 4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
 That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
 
 W  **ere  God  His  mildest  glory  shows, 
 And  makes  His  grace  distill, 
 
 H4  7s.  Newton. 
 
 1  Not  to  Sinai's  dreadful  blaze, 
 But  to  Zion's  throne  of  grace, 
 By  a  way  marked  out  with  blood, 
 Sinners  now  approach  to  God. 
 
9'2  The  Church. 
 
 2  Not  to  hear  the  fiery  law, 
 But  with  humble  joy  to  draw 
 Waters  by  that  well  supplied, 
 Jesus  open'd  when  he  died. 
 
 3  Lord,  there  are  no  streams  but  Thine 
 Can  assauge  a  thirst  like  mine! 
 
 'Tis  a  thirst  Thyself  didst  give, 
 Let  me,  therefore,  drink  and  live ! 
 
 115  1*  M.  Watts 
 
 1  Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
 In  gardens  planted  by  Thy  hand; 
 Let  me  within  Thy  courts  be  seen, 
 Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 
 
 2  There  grow  Thy  saints  in  faith  and  lov^ 
 Blest  with  Thy  influence  from  above ; 
 Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
 
 Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 
 
 3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live; 
 (Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive), 
 Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
 Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair* 
 
 4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
 The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true; 
 None  that  attend  His  gates  shall  find 
 A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
 
The   Church.  93 
 
 US  CM.  Haskins 
 
 1  In  Thy  great  name,  O,  Lord,  we  come, 
 
 To  worship  at  Thy  feet ; 
 O,  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
 On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 
 
 2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
 
 To  hear  the  Savior's  voice; 
 Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 
 Sow  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 
 
 3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 
 
 And  understand  Thy  word  ; 
 To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
 And  trust  our  living  Lord. 
 
 4  Let  sinners,   Lord,  Thy  goodness  prove, 
 
 And  saints  rejoice  in  Thee; 
 Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
 And  to  the  Savior  flee. 
 
 5  This  house  with  grace  and  glory  fill, 
 
 This  congregation  bless; 
 Thy  great  salvation  now  reveal, 
 Thy  glorious  righteousness. 
 
 H7  Needham. 
 
 1  Lord,  in  Thy  courts  we  now  appear, 
 And  bow  before  Thy  throne; 
 Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 
 Our  wants  to  Thee  are  known. 
 
94  The  Church. 
 
 2  Thou  know'st  the  language  of  the  heart, 
 
 The  meaning  of  a  sigh ; 
 Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
 And  bring  Thy  blessings  nigh. 
 
 3  Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  prayers 
 
 While  we  togetf  er  meet; 
 
 Short  duties  keep  religion  up, 
 
 And  make  devotion  sweet. 
 
 11  R  S.  M.  Swam. 
 
 1  Who  can  forbear  to  sing, 
 
 Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
 When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King, 
 His  saving  power  displays  ? 
 
 2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 
 
 By  mercy  conquered,  fall? 
 When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 
 And  peace  unites  them  all? 
 
 3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 
 
 Our  high  celestial  King, 
 When  sovereign,  rich  redeeming  grace 
 Invites  our  tongues  to  sing? 
 
 H9  C-  M-  WatU 
 
 1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
 My  friends  devoutly  say, 
 "In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
 And  keep  the  solemn  day." 
 
The  Church.  95 
 
 4  I  love  her  gates,  1  love  the  road; 
 The  church  adorned  with  grace. 
 Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
 To  show  His  milder  face, 
 
 3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown, 
 
 The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
 The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne, 
 And  sits  in  jadgnieut  there. 
 
 4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 
 
 And,  while  His  awful  voice 
 Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
 We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
 
 5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
 
 And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
 With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
 Be  her  attendants  blest ! 
 
 6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
 While  life  or  breath  remains; 
 There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell* 
 There  God  niv  Savior  reiens 
 
 ,20  7s  6s.  Vanmetet 
 
 Behold  the  mount  of  Zion, 
 
 The  City  of  our  God! 
 The  beauty  of  creation, 
 
 And  place  of  His  abode. 
 
96  The  Church. 
 
 Christ  is  the  great  foundation 
 On  which  the  building  stands ; 
 
 He  reared  for  His  own  glory 
 This  temple,  without  hands. 
 
 2  Through  everlasting  ages 
 
 This  house  shall  stand  secure  ; 
 The  Lord  for  it  engages 
 
 His  wisdom,  love  and  power: 
 Nor  shall  the  hosts  of  Satan 
 
 Against  it  e'er  prevail, 
 Though  kingdoms  be  demolished, 
 
 And  heaven  and  earth  should  fail. 
 
 8  The  Rock  on  which  it's  founded 
 
 Will  last  without  decay  ; 
 With  walls  it  is  surrounded, 
 
 Which  guard  it  every  way. 
 Each  stone  is  wisely  polished  ; 
 
 And  fitted  to  its  place ; 
 And  all  are  well  cemented 
 
 With  God's  redeeming  grace. 
 
 i  Nor  storms  nor  persecutions 
 
 Shall  ever  beat  it  down; 
 Nor  Hoods  of  tribulation 
 
 Shall  move  a  single  stone. 
 With  Christ  they  all  shall  triumph 
 
 O'er  sin  and  death  and  hell, 
 And  with  Him  in  His  glory 
 
 They  shall  forever  dwell. 
 
the  Church.  97 
 
 12il  L.  M.  Kent, 
 
 J   Zion's  a  city  God  hath  blest 
 With  peace  and  everlasting  rest; 
 A  glorious  city,  strong  and  fair; 
 Jehovah  dwells  forever  there. 
 
 2  Her  ancient  walls  appear  to  be 
 The  workmanship  of  Deity; 
 Founded  in  grace  they  still  appear 
 Without  a  flaw  or  chasm  there. 
 
 3  Oft  has  the  city's  strength  been  tried 
 By  desperate  foes  on  every  side ; 
 
 But  all  in  vain  the  attempts  have  been— 
 She  baflles  all  the  assaults  of  sin. 
 
 4  Count  ye  her  towers,  how  high  they  rise  ; 
 Her  golden  spires,  they  pierce  the  skies; 
 Her  golden  streets  are  fair  to  view, 
 
 Her  palaces  and  bulwarks,  too. 
 
 5  Then  round  her  walk,  her  turrets  tell — 
 Mark  all  her  brazen  bulwarks  well; 
 Spread  far  and  wide  her  deathless  fame, 
 Her  pearly  gates  and  walls  of  flame. 
 
 5  Her  Founder's  love  has  ever  proved 
 Like  Salem's  mounts,   which    ne'er  wafc 
 
 moved ; 
 'Tis  fixed  on  this  eternal  base, 
 The  grace  of  God  and  gift  by  grace. 
 
q8  The  Church* 
 
 122  L.  M.  tVatt*. 
 
 1  We  are  a  garden  walled  around, 
 Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground, 
 A  little  spot  enclosed  by  grace, 
 Oat  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 
 
 2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 
 Planted  by  God,  the  Father's  hand  ; 
 And  all  His  springs  in  Zion  flow 
 
 To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 
 
 3  Awake  !  O  heavenly  Wind,  and  come 
 Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
 Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 
 
 A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
 
 4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad, 
 To  entertain  our  Savior— God  ; 
 And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear. 
 And  every  grace  be  active  here. 
 
 123  S.  M.  Waits 
 
 1  Far  as  Thy  name  is  known 
 
 The  world  declares  Thy  praise; 
 Thv  saints,  O,  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 
 Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 
 
 2  With  joy  Thy  people  stand 
 
 On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
 Proclaim  the  wonders  oi  Thy  hand 
 And  councils  of  Thy  will. 
 
1  he   Church. 
 
 99 
 
 3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
 The  city  where  we  dwell, 
 Survey  with  care  Thine  holy  ground, 
 And  mark  the  building:  well. 
 
 o 
 
 4  The  order  of  Thy  house, 
 
 The  worship  of  Thy  court, 
 The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
 And  make  a  fair  report. 
 
 5  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 
 
 How  glorious  to  behold! 
 Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
 Aud  rites  adorned  with  gold. 
 
 o"  The  God  we  worship  now 
 Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
 Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
 And  ours  above  the  sky. 
 
 1Q4  CM.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
 
 Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
 And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
 To  joys  celestial  rise. 
 
 2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 
 
 With  those  to  glory  gone; 
 For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
 In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 
 
IOO  The  Church. 
 
 8  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him; 
 One  church  above,  beneath, 
 Though  now  divided  by  the  stream—* 
 The  narrow  stream — of  death. 
 
 4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
 
 To  his  command  we  bow ; 
 Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood* 
 And  part  are  crossing  now. 
 
 5  E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 
 
 Some  happy  spirits  fly; 
 And  we  are  to  the  margin  come; 
 And  soon  expect  to  die. 
 
 6  0,  Savior,  be  our  constant  guide; 
 
 Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
 Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
 And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 
 
 125  C.  M.  Wait*. 
 
 1  As  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast 
 To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
 
 So  saints  with  joy  the  gospel  taste, 
 And  by  the  gospel  live. 
 
 2  They  find  access  at  every  hour 
 To  God  within  the  veil ; 
 
 Hence  they  desire  a  quickening  power, 
 And  joys  that  never  fail. 
 
The  Church.  ioi 
 
 3  0,  happy  souls !  0,  glorious  state 
 Of  overflowing  grace ; 
 
 To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
 And  see  His  lovely  face. 
 
 4  Lord,  I  address  Thy  heavenly  throne ; 
 Call  me  a  child  of  Thine; 
 
 Send  down  the  spirit  of  Thy  Son 
 To  form  my  heart  divine. 
 
 h  Then  shed  Thy  choicest  love    abroad, 
 And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
 
 Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
 With  an  unwavering  tongue. 
 
 1J2S  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 
 I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face; 
 
 \ly  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
 Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 
 
 2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sands, 
 Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
 
 Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
 And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 
 
 8  I've  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power, 
 Through  all  Thy  Temple  shine; 
 
 My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
 That  vision,  so  divine. 
 
102  The  Church. 
 
 4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 
 Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
 
 As  when  Thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
 And  in  Thy  presence  dwell. 
 
 5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
 Can  my  best  passions  move, 
 
 Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
 As  Thy  forgiving  love. 
 
 6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
 I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
 
 Thus  will  1  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 
 
 127  C.  M.  Steele 
 
 1  Come  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  name 
 
 And  joy  to  make  it  known  ; 
 The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
 And  bow  before  His  throne. 
 
 2  When  in  His  earthly  courts  we  view 
 
 The  glories  of  our  King, 
 We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
 And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 
 
 3  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 
 
 Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ; 
 Thy  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain 
 And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 
 
The  Supper.  103 
 
 4  O,  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 
 
 When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise 
 With  all  their  powers  their  raptured  lay, 
 To  celebrate  Thy  praise. 
 
 123  S.  M. 
 
 1  How  sweet  the  melting  lay, 
 
 Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
 When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
 Christians  unite  in  prayer. 
 
 2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 
 
 Up  to  Jehovah's  throne ; 
 He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs 
 And  sends  His  blessings  down. 
 
 3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 
 
 Before  the  morning  light ; 
 Once  on  the  chilly  mount  did  stay, 
 And  wrestled  all  the  night. 
 
 4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
 
 Who  sends  His  blessings  down 
 To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
 And  make  His  people  one. 
 
 THE  SUPPER. 
 
 120  L-  M. 
 
 1   The  broken  bread,  the  blessed  cup, 
 From  which  we  now  are  called  to  sup, 
 Without  Thy  help  and  grace  divine 
 Will  prove  no  more  than  bread  and  wine. 
 
104  The  Supper. 
 
 2  But  come,  Great  Master  of  the  feast. 
 Dispense  Thy  grace  to  every  guest; 
 Direct  our  views  to  Calvary, 
 
 And  help  us  to  remember  Thee. 
 
 3  Let  us  with  light  and  truth  be  blest.,, 
 That  on  Thy  bosom  we  may  rest ; 
 And  at  Thy  supper  each  may  learn 
 Thy  broken  body  to  discern. 
 
 130  L.  M. 
 
 1  Pity  a  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 
 
 Who  would  believe  Thy  gracious  word; 
 But  own  my  heart,  with  shame  and  grief8 
 A  sink  of  sin  and  unbelief. 
 
 2  Lord,  in  Thy  house  I  read  there's  room, 
 And,  venturing  hard,  behold  I  come  ; 
 But  can  there,  tell  me,  can  there  be 
 Among  Thy  children,  room  for  me? 
 
 3  For  sinners,  Lord,  Thou  earnest  to  bleed. 
 And  I'm  a  sinner,  vile  indeed ! 
 
 Lord,  I  believe  Thy  grace  is  free ; 
 Oh,  magnify  that  grace  in  me. 
 
 131  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  swecL  and  awful  is  the  place, 
 With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
 While  everlasting  love  displays 
 The  choicest  of  her  stores. 
 
The  Slipper.  105 
 
 2  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 
 
 Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
 Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
 "  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?  " 
 
 3  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 And  enter  while  there's  room, 
 While  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice? 
 And  rather  starve  than  come? 
 
 4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 
 
 That  gently  drew  us  in ; 
 Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
 A^d  perished  in  our  sin. 
 
 5  Pity  the  nations,  0,  our  God! 
 
 Constrain  the  earth  to  come; 
 Bend  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
 And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
 
 €    We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 
 That  all  the  chosen  race 
 May  *"~ith  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
 Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 
 
 C.  M. 
 132  Wau*. 
 
 1  Father,  we  wait  to  feel  Thy  grace 
 To  see  Thy  glories  shine; 
 The  Lord  will  Hi3  own  table  blesg, 
 And  make  the  feast  divine. 
 
to6  The  Supper. 
 
 2  We  touch,  we  taste  the  heavenly  bread, 
 
 We  drink  the  sacred  cup ; 
 With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
 Our  souls  rejoice  in  hope, 
 
 3  We  shall  appear  before  the  throne 
 
 Of  our  forgiving  God, 
 Dressed  in  the  garments  of  His  Son, 
 And  sprinkled  with  His  blood. 
 
 4  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  the  race, 
 
 And  climb  the  upper  sky ; 
 Christ  will  provide  our  souls  with  grace — 
 He    bought  a  large  supply. 
 
 5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
 
 For  joy  becomes  a  feast ; 
 We  love  the  memory  of  his  name 
 More  than  the  wine  we  taste. 
 
 133  L.  M  Watts. 
 
 1  The  Lord  of  life  His  table  spread 
 
 With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood; 
 We  from  the  rich  provisions  feed, 
 
 And  taste  the  wine,  and  bless  our  God! 
 
 2  May  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 
 
 And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 
 Christ  and  His  love  till  every  thought, 
 And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  Him 
 
The  Supper.  107 
 
 134:  C   M.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  The  King  of  Heaven  His  table  spreads, 
 
 His  dainties  crown  the  board; 
 Not  paradise  with  all  its  joys 
 Could  such  delight  atlord. 
 
 2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
 
 And  endless  lite  are  given 
 Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed 
 To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Ye  hungry  poor  that  long  have  strayed 
 
 Through  sin's  dark  mazes,  come; 
 Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
 And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 
 
 4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 
 
 Were  fed  and  feasted  here; 
 And  millions  more  still  on  the  way, 
 Around  the  board  appear. 
 
 5  Yet  in  this  house  and  heart  so  largt 
 
 That  millions  more  may  come, 
 Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  church 
 Ere  fill  the  spacious  room. 
 
 6  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 
 
 Nor  weak  excuses  frame ; 
 Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast 
 And  bless  the  founder's  name. 
 
io8  The  Supper. 
 
 135  CM.  StettneU 
 
 1  Here  at  Thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 
 
 To  feed  on  food  divine ; 
 Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
 Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 
 
 2  He  that  prepares  the  rich  repast 
 
 Himself  comes  down  and  dies! 
 And  then  invites  us  there  to  feast 
 Upon  the  sacrifice. 
 
 3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flows; 
 
 0,  what  delightful  food  ! 
 We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
 But  think  od  nobler  good. 
 
 4  The  bitter  torments  he  endured 
 
 Upon  the  shameful  tree, 
 Each  welcome  guest  may  truly  say, 
 Were  borne  from  love  to  me, 
 
 5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 
 
 Dear  Savior,  so  divine; 
 Well    Thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me 
 Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 
 
 13G  C.  M.  Stennett- 
 
 1  Lord,  at  Thy  table  I  behold 
 The  wonders  of  Thy  grace  ; 
 But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
 Should  find  a  welcome  place. 
 
The  Supper.  io? 
 
 2  I,  that  was  all  defiled  in  sin, 
 
 A  rebel  to  my  God ; 
 I,  that  have  crucified  His  Son, 
 And  trampled  on  His  blood. 
 
 3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 
 
 That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 
 My  Savior  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
 My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 4  Eat,  0,  my  friends,  the  Savior  cries, 
 
 The  feast  was  made  for  you — 
 For  you  I  groaned,  and  bled,  and  died. 
 And  rose  and  triumphed,  too. 
 
 5  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hea^-3, 
 
 Lord,  we  accept  Thy  love, 
 'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had  : 
 What  will  it  be  above  ? 
 
 6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 
 
 Join  all  your  praising  powers ; 
 No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
 No  Savior  is  like  ours. 
 
 7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 
 
 I'd  give  them  all  to  Thee ; 
 Had  1  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
 Should  join  their  harmony. 
 
no  The  Supper. 
 
 13*7  C  M.  Steele 
 
 1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
 Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
 
 Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
 For  every  humble  guest. 
 
 2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 
 He  calls,  he  bids  you  come! 
 
 Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
 But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 
 
 3  Room  in  the  Savior's  bleeding  heart, 
 There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
 
 Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
 That  trembles  at  His  feet. 
 
 4  In  Him  the  church  is  reconciled, 
 And  saints  to  Him  may  come — 
 
 The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 
 And  kindly  welcomed  home. 
 
 5  O,  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 
 The  blessings  of  His  love  ; 
 
 While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
 Of  nobler  joys  above. 
 
 6  There  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
 Before  the  Eternal  Throne, 
 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
 In  ecstacies  unknown. 
 
The  Supper.  1 1  ] 
 
 7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
 
 Are  welcome  still  to  come ; 
 Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore, 
 
 Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 
 
 138  C.  M. 
 
 1  bitting  around  our  Father's  board, 
 
 We  raise  our  tuneful  breath; 
 
 Our  faith  beholds  our  living  Lord, 
 
 And  dooms  our  sins  to  death. 
 
 2  TVe  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed, 
 
 Whence  all  our  pardons  rise; 
 The  sinner  views  tli'  atonement  made, 
 And  loves  the  sacritice. 
 
 3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  Th}'  shameful  cross 
 
 Assure  us  heavenly  crowns; 
 Our  highest  gain  springs  trom  Thy  loss, 
 Our  healing  from  Thy  wounds. 
 
 4  Oh,  'tis  impossible  that  we 
 
 Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
 Should  equal  sufferings  bear  for  Thee, 
 Our  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 139  .  .  s.  M. 
 
 1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 
 
 To  meet  around  His  board. 
 Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
 Communion  with  their  God. 
 
i4i  The  Supper. 
 
 2  For  food,  Hj  gives  His  flesh ; 
 
 He  bids  us  drink  His  blood: 
 Amazing  favor — matchless  grace 
 Of  our  descending  God. 
 
 3  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 
 
 His  glorious  name  to  raise; 
 
 Let  joy  and  love  till  every  mind, 
 
 And  every  voice  be  praise. 
 
 14_0  L-  M.  Watte 
 
 1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
 On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
 My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 
 2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
 Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
 All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
 I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 
 
 3  See  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
 Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
 Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
 
 Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
 
 4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe 
 Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree; 
 Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
 And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 
 
The  Supper.  113 
 
 f>  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
 That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
 Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
 Demands  rny  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 
 
 1-il  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  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. 
 
 2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
 For  Him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load, 
 
 He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
 A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood. 
 
 3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
 The  Prince  of  Glory  dies  for  men ! 
 
 But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
 Je3us,  the  dead,  revives  again. 
 
 4  The  rising  King  forsakes  His  tomb, 
 Up  to  His  Father's  court  He  flies; 
 
 Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home, 
 And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 
 
 6  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
 How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns; 
 
 Sing  how  He  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
 And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains. 
 
114  Christian   Graces. 
 
 6  Say,  "Live  forever,  wond'rous  King! 
 
 Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save," 
 Then  ask  the  monster,  "  Where's  thy  sting?'' 
 
 And  "where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 
 
 CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 
 14=2  c-  M-  Watts. 
 
 1  How  happy  is  the  christian's  state ! 
 His  sins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
 
 A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
 And  lifts  his  hope  to  heav'n. 
 
 2  Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 
 He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh  ; 
 
 Yet,  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
 Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 
 
 3  If  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps, 
 He  feels  His  chast'ning  rod; 
 
 The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
 To  his  forgiving  God. 
 
 4  And  when  the  welcome  message  conies 
 To  call  his  soul  away, 
 
 His  soul  in  raptures  shall  ascend 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 14-3  L.  M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  My  rising  soui,  with  strong  desires, 
 To  perfect  happiness  aspires, 
 With  steady  steps  would  tread  the  road 
 
 That  leads  to  heav'n — that  leads  to  Qod,- 
 
Christian   Graces.  xi; 
 
 2  I  thirst  to  drink  unmiugled  love, 
 From  the  pure  fountain-head  above; 
 My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
 Emptied  of  sin  and  full  of  Thee. 
 
 3  For  Thee  I  pant,  for  Thee  I  burn, 
 Art  Thou  withdrawn?  again  return, 
 ]STor  let  me  be  the  first  to  say, 
 
 Theu  wilt  not  hear  when  sinners  pray. 
 
 144  S.  M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Faith  !  'tis  a  precious  grace, 
 
 Where'er  it  is  bestowed ; 
 
 It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
 
 And  is  the  gilt  of  God. 
 
 2  Jesus  it  owns  a  King, 
 
 An  all-atoning  priest; 
 It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
 But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 
 
 3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul 
 
 When  fill'd  with  deep  distress.; 
 Flies  to  the  fountain  of  His  blood, 
 And  trusts  His  righteousness. 
 
 4  Since  'tis  Thy  work  alone, 
 
 And  that  divinely  free, 
 Lord  send  the  spirit  of  Thy  son 
 To  work  this  taith  for  me. 
 
Ii6  Christian   Graces. 
 
 1-4:5  C.  M. 
 
 1  Oh,  let  me  run  the  christian  race 
 
 With  diligence  and  speed ; 
 God's  word,  His  spirit  and  His  grace 
 Do  all  to  duty  lead. 
 
 2  Did  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  bliss 
 
 To  save  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
 A  love  so  wonderful  as  this 
 Calls  for  a  glowing  zeal. 
 
 3  Those  who  to  Christ  for  refuge  flee, 
 
 Should  in  His  footsteps  tread ; 
 Our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  should  be 
 Both  trusted  and  obeyed. 
 
 14S  C.  M.  Mrs.  Brown, 
 
 1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
 
 From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
 And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
 In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 
 
 2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
 
 The  penitential  tear, 
 And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
 Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 
 
 3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
 
 And  future  good  implore, 
 And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
 On  Him  whom  I  adore. 
 
Christian    Graces.  117 
 
 4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
 
 Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
 The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
 While  he-re  by  tempest  driven. 
 
 5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
 
 May  its  departing  ray 
 Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
 And  lead  to  endless  day. 
 
 L47  C.  M.  Cobbin. 
 
 1  A  throng  of  grace  !  then  let  us  go 
 
 And  offer  up  our  prayer; 
 A  gracious  God  will  mercy  show 
 To  all  that  worship  there. 
 
 2  A  throne  of  grace !  O,  at  that  throne 
 
 Our  knees  have  often  bent, 
 And  God  has  showered  His  blessings  down 
 As  often  as  we  went. 
 
 3  A  throne  of  grace  !  rejoice,  ye  saints, 
 
 That  throne  is  open  still ; 
 To  God  unbosom  your  complaints, 
 And  then  inquire  His  will. 
 
 4  A  throne  of  grace  we  yet  shall  need 
 
 Long  as  we  draw  our  breath; 
 A  Savior  too,  to  intercede, 
 Till  we  are  changed  b>T  death. 
 
n8  Christian  Graces. 
 
 5  The  throne  of  glory  then  shall  glow 
 With  beams  from  Jesus'  face  ; 
 And  we  no  longer  want  shall  know. 
 Nor  need  a  throne  of  grace. 
 
 14:8  C.  M. 
 
 3  Father,  I  know  Thy  ways  are  just, 
 
 Although  to  me  unknown; 
 
 O,  grant  me  grace  Thy  love  to  trust, 
 
 And  cry,  "Thy  will  be  done." 
 
 2  If  Thou  shouldst  hedge  with  thorns  my 
 
 path, 
 Should  wealth  and  friends  begone, 
 Still  with  a  firm  and  lively  faith, 
 I'll  cry  "Thy  will  be  done." 
 
 3  Although  Thy  steps  I  can  not  trace, 
 Thy  sovereign  right  I'll  own  ; 
 
 And,  as  instructed  bv  Thy  grace, 
 I'll  cry  "Thy  will  be  done." 
 
 4  'Tis  sweet  thus  passively  to  lie 
 Before  Thy  gracious  throne, 
 Concerning  everything  to  cry, 
 "My  Father's  will  be  done." 
 
 149  c.  M. 
 
 1     O,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 
 A  nearness  to  my  God, 
 Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
 While  leaning  on  His  word. 
 
Christian   Graces.  119 
 
 2  Lord,  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live 
 
 Anew  from  day  to  day 
 In  jo}Ts  the  world  can  never  give, 
 Nor  ever  take  away. 
 
 3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 
 
 And  make  me  wholly  Thine, 
 That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
 Nor  grieve  Thy  love  divine. 
 
 4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath. 
 
 Thy  goodness  I'll  adore ; 
 And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death. 
 My  soul  sha)l  love  Thee  more. 
 
 150  L-  M.  Stowell 
 
 1  From  every  stormy  ttind  that  blows, 
 From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
 There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
 
 'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 
 
 2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
 The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
 
 A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet — 
 It  is  the  gracious  mercy-seat. 
 
 3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
 Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  iSend  ; 
 Though  sundered  far — by  faith  the;    meet 
 Around  one  common  mercy  eeat. 
 
120  Christian   Graces. 
 
 4  Ah !  whither  could  I  flee  for  aid 
 When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed? 
 Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
 Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat? 
 
 5  There,  there,  on  eagle's  wings  to  soar, 
 And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
 And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
 And  glory  crowns  the  mercy- seat. 
 
 6  O,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
 My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
 This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
 If  I  forget  the  mercy- seat. 
 
 151  C.  M. 
 
 1  Let  me,  my  Savior  and  my  God, 
 
 On  sovereign  grace  rely; 
 And  own  'tis  free  because  bestowed 
 On  one  so  vile  as  I. 
 
 2  Election  !  'tis  a  word  divine ! 
 
 For,  Lord,  I  plainly  see, 
 Had  not  Thy  choice  prevented  mine, 
 I  ne'er  had  chosen  Thee. 
 
 3  For  perseverance,  strength,  Fve  none. 
 
 But  would  on  this  depend, 
 That  Jesus,  having  loved  his  own. 
 Will  love  them  to  th^  end. 
 
Christian   Graces.  12 1 
 
 4  Empty  and  bare,  I  come  to  Thee 
 
 For  righteousness  divine; 
 Oh,  may  thy  glorious  merits  be, 
 By  imputation,  mine. 
 
 5  Free  grace  alone  can  wipe  the  tear 
 
 From  my  lamenting  eyes, 
 Aud  raise  my  soul  from  guilty  fears 
 To  joy  that  never  dies. 
 
 6  Free  grace  can  death  itself  outbrave, 
 
 And  take  the  sting  away; 
 Can  sinners  to  the  utmost  save, 
 And  give  them  victory. 
 
 152  CM.  Burder 
 
 1  Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
 
 And  raise  your  souls  above ; 
 
 Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
 
 To  sing  that  "  God  is  Love." 
 
 2  This  precious  truth  His  word  declares., 
 
 And  all  His  mercies  prove ; 
 Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears, 
 To  show  that  "  God  is  Love." 
 
 3  Behold  His  patience,  bearing  long 
 
 With  those  who  from  Him  rove, 
 Till  mighty  grace  their  hearts  subdue, 
 To  teach  that  "  God  is  Love." 
 
122  Christian   Graces. 
 
 4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on 
 
 By  power  from  heaven  above. 
 And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 
 Proclaims  that  "  God  is  Love." 
 
 5  And  0,  that  you,  whose  hardened  hearts, 
 
 No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
 May  hear  the  Gospel's  milder  voice, 
 That  tells  us  "  God  is  Love." 
 
 6.  Thousands  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 
 
 Surround  the  throne  above; 
 The  grace  that  changed  has  tuned  their  heart? 
 To  sing  that  "  God  is  Love." 
 
 7  O,  may  we  all  while  here  below, 
 
 This  best  of  blessings  prove, 
 Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
 
 Proclaims  that  "  God  is  Love. 
 
 153  CM.  Doddridge 
 
 1  My  God  !  how  cheerful  is  the  sound, 
 How  pleasant  to  repeat! 
 
 Well  may  that  heart  with  pleasure  bound 
 Where  God  hath  fixed  His  seat. 
 
 2  What  want  shall  not  our  God  supply, 
 From  His  redundant  stores? 
 
 What  streams  of  mercy  from  on  high, 
 An  arm  almighty  pours! 
 
Christian   Graces.  123 
 
 3  From  Christ,  the  ever-living  spring, 
 These  ample  blessings  iiow ; 
 
 Prepare  my  lips  His  name  to  sing, 
 Whose  heart  has  loved  us  so. 
 
 4  Now  to  our  Father  and  our  God 
 Be  endless  glory  given  ; 
 
 Through  all  the  realms  of  man's  aoode, 
 And  through  the  highest  heaven. 
 
 154  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
 And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
 
 If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
 
 Like  tinkling  brass  and  empty  sound. 
 
 2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
 All  that  is  done  in  heaven  or  hell; 
 Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
 Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
 
 3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
 To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
 Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 
 If  love  be  absent,  all  is  vain. 
 
 155  L.  M.  Faxvcett. 
 
 1   Afflicted  saints  to  Christ  draw  near, 
 Thy  Savior's  gracious  promise  hear; 
 His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee 
 That,  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
 
124  Christian  Graces. 
 
 2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say 
 How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day? 
 He  has  engaged  by  firm  decree 
 
 That,  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
 
 3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong; 
 And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
 
 Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
 For,  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be 
 
 4  When  called  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
 Of  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 
 
 Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 
 
 Still,  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be* 
 
 5  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. 
 
 15S  C.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
 
 As  my  eternal  God, 
 Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
 And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 
 
 2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 
 
 Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
 Pardon  and  grace  my  eoul  receives 
 From  my  Exalted  Head. 
 
Christian   Graces.  J3C 
 
 3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 
 
 Shall  be  forever  Thine; 
 Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give 
 My  cheerful  hand  resign. 
 
 4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 
 
 And  duty  did  not  call, 
 I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great 
 
 That  I  should  give  Him  all. 
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 157  C.  M.  WatU. 
 
 1  Take  my  poor  heart  just  as  it  is, 
 
 Set  up  therein  Thy  throne ; 
 So  shall  I  love  Thee  above  all, 
 And  live  to  Thee  alone. 
 
 2  Complete  Thy  work  and  crown  Thy  grace, 
 
 That  I  may  faithful  prove; 
 And  listen  to  that  small,  still  voice, 
 Which  only  whispers  love. 
 
 3  Which  teaches  me  what  is  Thy  will, 
 
 And  tells  me  what  to  do ; 
 Which  covers  me  with  shame  when  I 
 Do  not  Thy  will  pursue. 
 
 4  This  unction  may  I  ever  feel, 
 
 This  teaching  from  my  Lord, 
 And  learn  obedience  to  Thy  voice, 
 Thy  soft  reviving  word. 
 
1^6  Christian  Graces. 
 
 158  Warn. 
 
 1  My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
 
 And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
 Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
 And  mischievous  as  hell. 
 
 2  No  longer  will  ask  your  love, 
 
 Nor  seek  your  friendship  more ; 
 The  happiness  that  I  approve 
 Is  not  within  your  power. 
 
 8  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 
 That  suits  my  large  desire; 
 To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
 My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 
 
 4  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove 
 I'd  climb  the  heaven ly  road. 
 There  sits  my  Savior  dress'd  in  love, 
 And  there  my  smiling  God. 
 
 15Q  CM.  Rylani 
 
 1  0  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee, 
 
 And  on  Thy  care  depend ; 
 
 To  Thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
 
 My  best,  my  only  friend. 
 
 2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry, 
 
 Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
 May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
 And  glory  in  Thy  name. 
 
Christian    Graces.  127 
 
 3  N"o  good  in  creatures  can  be  found 
 
 But  may  be  found  in  Thee; 
 I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound 
 While  God  is  God  to  me. 
 
 4  0  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  Thee, 
 
 I  triumph  and  adore; 
 My  great  concern  shall  ever  be 
 To  love  and  please  Thee  more. 
 
 160  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Thy  people,  Lord,  have  ever  found 
 
 'Tis  good  to  bear  Thy  rod; 
 Afflictions  make  us  learn  Thy  will, 
 And  live  upon  our  God. 
 
 2  This  is  the  comfort  we  enjoy 
 
 When  new  distress  begins; 
 We  read  Thy  word,  we  run  Thy  way, 
 And  hate  our  former  sins. 
 
 3  Thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  always  right, 
 
 Though  they  may  seem  severe, 
 The  sharpest  sufferings  we  endure 
 Flow  from  Thy  faithful  care. 
 
 4  Before  we  knew  Thy  chastening  rod, 
 
 Our  feet  were  apt  to  stray; 
 But  now  we  learn  to  keep  Thy  word* 
 Nor  winder  from  Thy  way. 
 
128  Christian  Graces. 
 
 1  31  CM.  Stennett 
 
 1  And  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  for  Thee, 
 
 Nor  passion  for  Thy  charms? 
 
 JSTor  wish  my  Savior's  face  to  see, 
 
 And  dwell  within  his  arms? 
 
 2  Is  there  no  spark  of  gratitude 
 
 In  this  cold  heart  of  mine, 
 To  Him  whose  generous  bosom  glowed 
 With  friendship  all  divine? 
 
 3  Can  I  pronounce  His  charming  name, 
 
 His  acts  of  kindness  tell, 
 And,  while  I  dwell  upon  the  theme, 
 No  sweet  emotion  feel  ? 
 
 4  Such  base  ingratitude  as  this, 
 
 What  heart  but  must  detest; 
 Sure  Christ  deserves  the  noblest  place 
 In  every  human  breast. 
 
 5  A  very  wretch,  Lord,  I  should  prove, 
 
 Had  I  no  love  to  Thee ! 
 Rather  than  not  my  Savior  love, 
 O,  may  I  cease  to  be. 
 
 1G2  C.  M.  Wcsuy. 
 
 1  Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve, 
 In  this,  our  evil  day ; 
 To  all  Thy  tempted  followers  give 
 The  heart  to  trust  and  pray. 
 
Christian   Graces.  *2" 
 
 55  Long  as  our  liery  trials  last, 
 Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
 O,  let  our  souls  on  Thee  be  cast. 
 In  never-ceasing  prayer. 
 
 8  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  praying  grace 
 Give  us  in  faith  to  claim, 
 To  wrestle  till  we  see  Thy  face, 
 And  know  thy  hidden  name. 
 
 4  Till  Thou  the  Father's  love  impart, 
 Till  Thou  Thyself  bestow, 
 Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart— 
 "  I  will  not  let  Thee  go." 
 
 163  C.  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
 
 Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
 Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace 
 Let  this  petition  rise. 
 
 2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
 
 From  every  murmur  free; 
 The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
 And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 
 
 3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine, 
 
 My  life  and  death  attend; 
 Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
 And  crown  my  journey's  end. 
 
130  Christian   Graces. 
 
 1S-4:  S.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
 
 I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
 Since  He  is  mine  and  I  am  His, 
 What  can  I  want  beside? 
 
 2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
 
 Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
 Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
 And  lull  salvation  flows. 
 
 3  If  e'er  I  go  astray 
 
 He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
 And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way 
 For  His  most  holy  name. 
 
 4  While  He  affords  His  aid 
 
 I  can  not  yield  to  fear; 
 Tho'  i  should  walk  through  death's  dark 
 shades, 
 My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 
 
 5  Amid  surrounding  foes, 
 
 Thou  hast  my  table  spread; 
 My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
 And  joys  exalt  my  head. 
 
 6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 
 
 Shall  crown  my  following  days; 
 Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 
 .Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 
 
Christian   Graces.  ry. 
 
 1Q3  CM.  Wesley, 
 
 1  O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
 
 A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
 A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
 So  freely  shed  for  me. 
 
 2  O,  for  a  heart  submissive,  meek, 
 
 My  Great  Redeemer's  throne, 
 Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
 Where  Jesus  reigns  alone! 
 
 3  O,  for  an  humble,  contrite  heart; 
 
 Believing,  true  and  clean, 
 Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
 From  Him  that  dwells  within. 
 
 4  Thy  temper,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 
 
 Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
 0  write  Thy  name  upon  my  heart; 
 Thy  name,  0,  God,  is  love. 
 
 16  S  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  O,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 
 
 Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 
 I'd  spread  my  wants  before  His  face, 
 And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 
 
 2  I'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise, 
 
 What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
 How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 
 And  leave  my  heart  in  pain. 
 
£32  Christian  Graces 
 
 3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
 
 To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 
 I'd  plead  for  His  own  mercy's  sake 
 And  tor  my  Savior's  blood. 
 
 4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints 
 
 And  heal  my  broken  bones; 
 He  takes  the  meaning  of  His  saints, 
 The  language  of  their  groans. 
 
 5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 
 
 And  banish  every  fear ; 
 He  calls  thee  to  His  throne  of  grace 
 To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 
 
 1S7  S.  M.  Newtek 
 
 1  Behold  the  throne  of  grace! 
 
 The  promise  calls  me  near; 
 There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
 And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 
 
 2  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 
 
 Thy  presence  and  Thy  love; 
 I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
 And  reign  with  Thee  above. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith ; 
 
 Conform  my  will  to  Thine; 
 Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
 And  then  in  glory  shine. 
 
Cliristian   Graces.  133 
 
 4  If  Thou  these  blessings  give, 
 And  wilt  my  portion  be, 
 All  worldly  joys  I'll  cheerful  leave, 
 And  find  my  heaven  in  Thee. 
 
 ]_@©  CM.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Praver  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
 
 Unuttered  or  expressed, 
 The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
 That  trembles  in  the  breast. 
 
 2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
 
 The  falling  of  a  tear, 
 The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
 When  none  but  God  is  near. 
 
 3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
 
 That  infant  lips  can  try; 
 Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  can  reach 
 The  majesty  on  high. 
 
 4  Prayer  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 
 
 The  christian's  native  air, 
 His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
 He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 
 
 1S9  L.  M.  Stcnneti 
 
 1  Jesus,  my  Savior  and  my  God, 
 
 Thou  hast  redeemed  me  with  thy  blood; 
 By  ties  both  nat'ral  and  divine, 
 I  am,  and  ever  will  be,  Thine. 
 
134  Christian   Graces. 
 
 2  But  ah,  should  my  inconstant  heart, 
 Ere  I'm  aware,  from  thee  depart, 
 What  dire  reproach  would  fall  on  me, 
 For  such  ingratitude  to  Thee! 
 
 3  The  thought  I  dread,  the  crime  I  hate; 
 The  guilt,  the  shame  I  deprecate; 
 And  yet,  so  mighty  are  my  foes, 
 
 I  dare  not  trust  my  warmest  vows. 
 
 4  Pity  my  frailty,  dearest  Lord, 
 Grace  in  the  needful  hour  afford; 
 O,  steel  this  tim'rous  heart  of  mine 
 With  fortitude  and  love  divine. 
 
 5  So  shall  I  triumph  o'er  my  fears, 
 And  gather  joys  from  all  my  tears; 
 So  shall  I  to  the  world  proclaim 
 The  honor  of  the  christian  name. 
 
 170  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
 
 'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
 Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
 That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
 
 2  Yes !  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
 
 My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
 Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
 And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 
 
Christian  Graces.  xy 
 
 3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 
 
 In  Thee  doth  richly  meet; 
 Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
 Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 
 
 4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart 
 
 And  shed  its  fragrance  there; 
 The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
 The  cordial  of  its  care. 
 
 5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 
 
 With  my  last  lab' ring  breath, 
 And,  dying,  clasp  Thee  in  my  arms, 
 The  antidote  of  death. 
 
 171  L.  M. 
 
 1  My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
 
 I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word. 
 But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears 
 Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 
 
 2  Such  was  Thy  truth  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
 
 Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
 Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine 
 I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 
 
 3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
 
 Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer; 
 The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
 Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory,  too. 
 
136  Christian   Graces. 
 
 4  Be  Thou  ray  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
 More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
 Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
 Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 172  CM.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Awake  our  souls  and  bless  his  name, 
 
 Whose  mercies  never  fail ; 
 Who  opens  wide  a  door  of  hope 
 In  Achor's  gloomy  vale. 
 
 2  Behold  the  portal  wide  displayed, 
 
 The  building  strong  and  fair; 
 Within  are  pastures  fresh  aud  green, 
 And  living  streams  are  there. 
 
 3  Enter,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  haste, 
 
 For  Jesus  is  the  door; 
 Nor  fear  the  serpent's  wiley  arts, 
 Nor  fear  the  lion's  roar. 
 
 4  Oh,  may  Thy  grace  the  nations  lead, 
 
 And  Jews  and  Gentiles  come, 
 All  traveling  through  one  beauteous  gate 
 To  one  eternal  home ! 
 
 173  s.  M. 
 
 1  Behold  the  gift  of  God! 
 Sinners  adore  His  name, 
 Who  shed  for  us  His  precious  blood — 
 Who  bore  our  curse  and  shame. 
 
Christian   Graces.  137 
 
 Behold  the  living  bread 
 
 Which  Jesus  came  to  give, 
 By  dying  in  the  sinner's  stead, 
 
 That  he  mi^ht  ever  live. 
 
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 3  The  Lord  delights  to  give ; 
 
 He  knows  you've  nought  to  buy; 
 To  Jesus  haste — this  bread  receive — 
 And  you  shall  never  die. 
 
 174=  L.  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire, 
 His  Spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
 With  boundless  wishes,  large  and  high, 
 And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 
 
 2  Christ  is  my  hope,  my  strength  and  guide; 
 For  me  he  bled,  and  groaned,  and  died; 
 He  is  my  sun,  to  give  me  light, 
 
 He  is  my  soul's  supreme  delight. 
 
 3  Christ  is  the  source  of  all  my  bliss, 
 My  wisdom  and  my  righteousness; 
 My  Savior,  Brother,  and  my  Friend, 
 On  Him  alone  I  now  depend. 
 
 4  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless, 
 And  all  my  troubles  to  redress  ; 
 He's  my  salvation  and  my  all, 
 Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 
 
138  Christian   Graces. 
 
 5  Christ  is  my  strength,  and  portion,  too ; 
 My  soul  in  Him  can  all  things  do; 
 Through  Him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
 And  death  and  hell  my  soul  outbrave 
 
 175  L.  M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Jesus,  my  love,  my  chief  delight, 
 
 For  Thee  I  long,  for  Thee  1  pray, 
 Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
 Amid  the  business  of  the  day ! 
 
 2  When  shall  I  see  Thy  smiling  face — 
 
 That  face  which  I  have  often  seen? 
 Arise,  thou  Son  of  .Righteousness, 
 Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 
 
 3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 
 
 To  sinners  weary  and  distrest — 
 The  h'rst  of  all  His  gifts  bestowed, 
 And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 
 
 4  Could  I  but  say  this  gilt  is  mine 
 
 Td  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
 No  more  at  poverty  repine, 
 
 Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 
 
 5  The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep 
 
 And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart ; 
 A-t  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
 It  never  should  from  thence  depart. 
 
Christian    Graces.  139 
 
 173  S.   M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Let  Christians  ail  agree, 
 
 And  peace  among  them  spread; 
 Gentiles  and  Jews,  and  bond  and  tree, 
 Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
 
 Let  fervent  love  be  found; 
 Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
 With  common  blessings  crowned. 
 
 3  Let  envy  (child  of  hell!) 
 
 Be  banished  far  away  ; 
 Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 
 Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 
 
 4  Thus  will  the  church  below 
 
 Resemble  that  above, 
 Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
 And  every  heart  is  love. 
 
 177  C.  M. 
 
 1  I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below, 
 
 His  church  displays  His  grace ; 
 But  upward  worlds  His  glories  know, 
 And  view  Him  face  to  face. 
 
 2  I  love  to  worship  at  His  feet, 
 
 Though  sin  annoy  me  there  ; 
 But  saints  exalted  near  His  seat 
 Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 
 
140  Christian   Graces. 
 
 3  I  love  to  meet  Him  in  His  court, 
 
 And  taste  His  heavenly  love; 
 But  still  His  visits  seem  too  short, 
 Or  I  too  soon  remove. 
 
 4  He  shines — and  I  am  all  delight ; 
 
 He  hides — and  all  is  pain  ; 
 When  will  He  fix  me  in  His  sight 
 And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 
 
 5  0  Lord,  I  love  Thy  service  now ; 
 
 Thy  church  displays  Thy  power; 
 But  soon  in  heaven,  I  hope  to  view 
 And  praise  Thee  evermore. 
 
 1/7Q  C.  M.  Stennett. 
 
 1  As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung, 
 
 And  wept,  and  bled  and  died, 
 He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch 
 That  languished  at  His  side. 
 
 2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame 
 
 The  penitent  confess'd ; 
 Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
 And  thus  his  prayer  address'd. 
 
 3  Jesus,  Thou  Son  and  Heir  of  heaven, 
 
 Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
 I  see  Thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
 And  weltering  in  Thy  blood. 
 
Christian  Graces.  141 
 
 4  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe 
 
 In  triumph  Thou  shalt  rise, 
 Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
 And  shine  above  the  skies. 
 
 5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
 
 Dear  Savior,  think  on  me, 
 And  in  the  vict'ries  of  Thy  death, 
 Let  me  a  sharer  be. 
 
 6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 
 
 And  instantly  replies — 
 To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
 With  Me  in  paradise. 
 
 179  CM.  Watts 
 
 1  "What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
 
 For  all  His  kindness  shown  ? 
 My  feet  shall  visit  Thine  abode, 
 My  songs  address  Thy  throne. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  Thine  house 
 
 My  off  ring  shall  be  paid  ; 
 There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vow? 
 My  soul  in  anguish  made. 
 
 3  How  much  is  mercy  Thy  delight, 
 
 Thou  ever-blessed  God! 
 How  dear  Thy  servants  in  Thy  sight, 
 How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 
 
142  Christian  Graces. 
 
 4  llow  happy  all  Thy  servants  are, 
 
 How  great  Thy  grace  to  me ! 
 My  life,  which  Thou  hast  made  Thy  care, 
 Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 
 
 5  Now  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine, 
 
 No  •  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
 Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
 And  bound  me  with  Thy  love. 
 
 6  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. 
 
 ISO  C.  M.  ffar< 
 
 1  The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 
 
 Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure — 
 That  tribulation,  more,  or  less, 
 They  must  and  shall  endure. 
 
 2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt, 
 
 'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree; 
 Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt, 
 Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 
 
 3  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares 
 
 To  catch  the  wandering  heart, 
 And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares 
 Before  we  feel  the  smart. 
 
Christian  Graces.  i/O 
 
 4  The  world  opposes  from  without, 
 
 And  unbelief  within; 
 We  fear,  we  taint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
 And  ieel  the  load  of  sin. 
 
 5  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 
 
 And  then  how  proud  wre  grow; 
 Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
 And  down  we  sink  as  low. 
 
 6  Though  we  are  feeble  Christ  is  strong, 
 
 His  promises  are  true ; 
 We  shall  be  conquerors  all  ere  long, 
 And  more  than  conquerors,  too. 
 
 181  S.  M.  Doddridg* 
 
 1  Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
 
 Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
 Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound* 
 And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
 
 2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 
 
 To  save  rebellious  man, 
 And  all  the  steps  that  grace  displays 
 Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
 
 3  Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 
 
 In  God's  eternal  book; 
 'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
 Who  all  my  sorrows  took. 
 
144  Christian  Graces. 
 
 4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
 
 To  tread  the  heav'nly  road; 
 And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
 While  pressing  on  to  God. 
 
 5  Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
 
 And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow; 
 'Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day, 
 And  would  not  let  me  go. 
 
 6  Grace  all  the  works  shall  crown, 
 
 Thro'  everlasting  days; 
 It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
 And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
 
 182  L-  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
 
 We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night, 
 Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home ; 
 Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light 
 
 2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 
 
 She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
 Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
 And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
 
 3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
 
 While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
 
 Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
 
 And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
 
Christian   Graces.  145 
 
 4  So  Abra'm,  by  Divine  command, 
 
 Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  . 
 His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
 And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 
 
 183  CM.  W.  Thompson. 
 
 1  Faith  is  the  Spirit's  evidence, 
 
 A  witness  to  the  soul ; 
 It  claims  no  merit  in  itself, 
 But  come3  to  Christ  for  all. 
 
 2  Its  substance  is  the  Lord  of  life, 
 
 The  Christian  is  its  home, 
 It  leads  the  soul  to  full  supplies, 
 And  points  out  joys  to  come. 
 
 3  It  claims  in  Christ  a  legacy, 
 
 And  helps  the  child  to  see  ; 
 This  faith,  dear  Savior,  is  Thy  gift; 
 0,  give  this  faith  to  me. 
 
 184=  S.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
 
 On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
 Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
 Or  wash  away  the  stain. 
 
 2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
 
 Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
 A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
 And  richer  blood  than  they. 
 
146  Christian   Graces. 
 
 3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
 
 On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
 While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
 And  there  confess  my  sin. 
 
 4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
 
 The  burden  Thou  didst  bear, 
 When  hanging  on  the  shameful  tree, 
 And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 
 
 5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
 
 To  see  the  curse  removed; 
 We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
 And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 
 
 185  C.  M.  Bathurst. 
 
 1  0,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
 
 Though  press'd  by  every  foe; 
 That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
 Of  any  earthly  woe; 
 
 2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 
 
 Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
 But  in  the  hour  of  grief  and  pain 
 Will  lean  upon  its  God. 
 
 3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
 
 When  tempests  rage  without; 
 That  when  in  danger  knowa  no  fear, 
 In  darkness  feels  no  doubt. 
 
Christian    Graces.  147 
 
 4  That   bears   unmoved  the  world's  dread 
 
 frown, 
 Xor  heeds  its  scornful  smile; 
 That  seas  of  trouble  can  not  drown, 
 Or  satan's  arts  beguile. 
 
 5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
 
 Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
 And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
 Illumes  a  dying  bed. 
 
 6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
 
 And  then  whate'er  may  come, 
 We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  dIins 
 Of  an  eternal  home. 
 
 186  L.  M. 
 
 1  Arise,  my  soul !  on  wings  sublime 
 Above  the  vanities  of  time; 
 Remove  the  parting  veil  and  see 
 The  glories  of  eternity! 
 
 2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
 Why  should  I  grovel  here  on  earth! 
 Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
 So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 
 
 3  I  love  to  meet  Him  in  His  court 
 And  taste  His  heavenly  love; 
 But  still  His  visits  seem  too  short 
 Or  I  too  soon  remove. 
 
148  Christian   Graces. 
 
 4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight; 
 He  hides,  and  all  is  pain; 
 
 When  will  He  fix  me  in  His  sight, 
 And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 
 
 5  0,  Lord,  I  love  Thy  service  now ; 
 Thy  church  displays  Thy  power; 
 But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  view 
 And  praise  t'hee  evermore. 
 
 187  c-  M-  Steele. 
 
 1  Dear  father,  to  Thy  mercy-seat, 
 
 My  soul  for  shelter  flies ; 
 'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat, 
 When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 
 
 2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
 
 If  Thou,  my  God,  art  near; 
 Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
 And  banish  every  fear. 
 
 2  My  great  Protector  and  my  Lord, 
 Thy  constant  aid  impart; 
 0,  let  thy  kind,  Thy  gracious  word, 
 Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 
 
 4  0,  never  let  my  soul  remove, 
 From  this  divine  retreat ! 
 Still  let  me  trust  Thy  power  and  love, 
 And  dwell  beneath  Thy  feet. 
 
Christian   Graces.  14c 
 
 188  C.  M. 
 
 1  Go  on,  ye  pilgrims,  while  below, 
 
 In  the  sure  paths  of  peace, 
 Determined  nothing  else  to  know, 
 But  Jesus  and  His  grace. 
 
 2  Observe  your  leader,  follow  Him; 
 
 He  through  this  world  ha3  been 
 Often  reviled,  but  like  a  lamb 
 Did  ne'er  revile  again. 
 
 3  O,  take  the  pattern  He  has  given, 
 
 And  love  your  enemies  ; 
 And  learn  the  only  way  to  heaven 
 In  self-denial  lies. 
 
 4  Remember  you  must  watch  and  pray, 
 
 While  journeying  on  the  road, 
 Lest  you  should  fall  out  by  the  wTay, 
 And  wound  the  cause  of  God. 
 
 5  Contend  for  nothing  but  the  truth 
 
 That  feeds  the  immortal  mind; 
 For  fruitless  leaves  no  more  dispute, 
 But  leave  them  to  the  wind. 
 
 6  Go  on  rejoicing  every  day, 
 
 Your  crown  is  yet  before; 
 Defy  the  trials  of  your  way, 
 The  storms  will  soon  be  o'er. 
 
150  Christian  Graces. 
 
 189  C.  M. 
 
 1  Long  have  I  tried  terrestrial  joys. 
 
 But  here  can  find  no  rest; 
 Far  from  its  vanity  and  noise, 
 "  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 
 
 2  'Tis  desert  here,  and  thorns  and  foes 
 
 Do  all  the  roads  infest; 
 The  dangers  of  the  journey's  short, 
 "  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 
 
 3  When  earth  can  no  delights  afford 
 
 He  spreads  a  heavenly  feast ; 
 Such  dainties  crown  His  royal  board, 
 "  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 
 
 4  By  this  I  fly  the  desert  through, 
 
 And  feel  my  soul  refreshed  ; 
 What  can  obstruct  me  when  I  know, 
 "  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 
 
 5  There  an  eternity  with  Thee 
 
 I'll  think  myself  well  blest; 
 
 I  see  Thee  here ;  but  Oh  !  to  be, 
 
 "  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 
 
 1QO  CM.  Toplady, 
 
 1  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
 No  comeliness  I  see  ; 
 The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
 Is  to  be  one  with  Thee. 
 
Christian    Graces.  I51 
 
 2  The  sense  of  Thy  redeeming  love 
 
 Into  my  soul  convey  ; 
 Thyself  bestow  !  for  Thee  alone, 
 My  All-in-all  I  pray. 
 
 3  Less  than  Thyself  will  not  suffice 
 
 My  comfort  to  restore; 
 More  than  Thyself  I  can  not  crave, 
 And  thou  can'st  give  no  more. 
 
 4  Loved  of  my  God,  for  Him  again 
 
 With  love  intense  I'd  burn  ; 
 Chosen  of  Thee  ere  time  began, 
 I'd  choose  Thee  in  return. 
 
 6  Whate'er  consists  not  with  Thy  love 
 O  teach  me  to  resign  ; 
 I'm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss 
 If  Thou,  0  God,  art  mine. 
 
 J.01  Watt,. 
 
 1  Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 
 
 Jesus,  Thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
 Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
 The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 
 
 2  While  we  are  held  in  Thy  embrace 
 
 There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove; 
 Each  smile  upon  Thy  beauteous  face 
 Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 
 
152  Christian  Graces. 
 
 3  While  of  Thy  absence  we  complain, 
 
 And  long  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
 There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
 And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness,  too. 
 
 4  When  round  Thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 
 
 Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 
 For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
 Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 
 
 5  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come  ! 
 
 Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  Thy  face; 
 'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
 And  feel  the  presence  of  His  grace. 
 
 192  CM.  Cozvper 
 
 1  There  is  a  fountain  tilled  with  blood 
 
 Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins, 
 And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
 Loose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
 
 2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
 
 That  fountain  in  his  clay; 
 O,  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
 Wash  all  my  sins  away. 
 
 3  Dear  dying  lamb  !  Thy  precious  blood 
 
 Shall  never  loose  its  power, 
 Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
 Be  saved  to  sin  no  more- 
 
Christian   Graces.  153 
 
 4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream, 
 
 Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
 Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
 And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
 
 5  And  when  this  lisping,  faltering  tongue, 
 
 Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
 Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
 I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save. 
 
 6  In  heavenly  strains,  from  every  tongue, 
 
 In  heaven,  our  sweet  abode, 
 Thy  praises  shall,  in  purest  song, 
 Honor  Thy  name,  O,  Lord, 
 
 193  C  M.  Vanmeter. 
 
 1  Jesus !  0,  what  a  wondrous  theme 
 
 For  mortal  tongues  to  sound  ; 
 Awake,  my  heart,  to  sing  His  name 
 And  make  His  praise  resound. 
 
 2  Jesus,  a  Savior,  born  to  die, 
 
 That  I,  a  wretch,  might  live; 
 He  rose,  and  now  above  the  sky 
 Hath  endless  life  to  give. 
 
 3  He  saw  me  bound  in  chains  of  sin, 
 
 And  on  the  downward  road; 
 And  gave  His  life  to  ransom  mine, 
 And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
 
154  Christian  Graces. 
 
 4  Jesus!  the  name  is  so  divine, 
 Let  all  the  saints  below, 
 And  saints  above,  and  angels  join 
 And  endless  praise  bestow. 
 
 194=  C.  M. 
 
 1  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
 
 My  ISavior  and  my  shield; 
 He  sends  His  Spirit  with  His  word, 
 To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
 
 2  Wlien  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
 
 He  makes  my  soul  His  care, 
 Instructs  me  to  the  heavenly  fi^ht, 
 And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
 
 3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 
 
 Doth  my  weak  courage  raise ; 
 He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 
 And  His  shall  be  the  praise. 
 
 195  C.  M. 
 
 1  Jesus,  exalted  far  on  high, 
 
 To  whom  a  name  is  given ; 
 A  name  surpassing  every  name 
 That's  known  in  earth  or  heaven! 
 
 2  Before  Thy  throne  shall  every  knee 
 
 Bow  down  with  one  accord; 
 Before  Thy  throne  shall  every  tongue 
 Confess  that  Thou  art  Lord. 
 
Prayer.  1 55 
 
 3  Jesus,  Thou,  in  the  form  of  God, 
 
 Didst  equal  honor  claim  ; 
 Yet  to  redeem  our  guilty  souls 
 Didst  stoop  to  death  and  shame  ! 
 
 4  Oh  !  may  that  mind  in  us  be  formed 
 
 Which  shone  so  bright  in  Thee  ; 
 An  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 
 From  pride  and  envy  free. 
 
 5  To  others  we  would  stoop  and  learn 
 
 To  emulate  Thy  love  ; 
 So  shall  we  bear  Thine  image  here, 
 And  share  Thy  throne  above. 
 
 PRAYER. 
 196  S.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Let  sinners  take  their  course, 
 
 And  choose  the  road  to  death  ; 
 But  id  the  worship  of  my  God 
 I'd  spend  my  daily  breath. 
 
 2  [  wTould  address  Thy  throne 
 
 When  morning  brings  the  light; 
 I'd  seek  Thy  blessings  every  noon, 
 And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
 
 3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
 
 O,  my  eternal  God  ! 
 "While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
 Beneath  Thine  iron  rod! 
 
156  Prayer. 
 
 4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
 
 And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
 They  neither  fear  nor  trust  Thy  name, 
 Nor  learn  to  do  Thy  will. 
 
 5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
 
 Would  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
 Would  cast  my  burdens  on  His  arm, 
 And  rest  upon  His  word. 
 
 6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
 
 The  children  of  His  love; 
 The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 
 No  earthly  power  can  move. 
 
 197  P-  M. 
 
 1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
 
 To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
 There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
 A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
 
 'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 
 
 2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
 
 By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
 When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
 Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls 
 
 And  all  is  dark — but  heaven. 
 
 3  Where  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 
 
 To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
 And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
 And  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
 
 And  all  serene — in  heaven. 
 
Prayer.  1 57 
 
 4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
 And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
 There  joys  divine,  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
 Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
 Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 
 
 198  S.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  Lord,  attend  our  prayer, 
 
 And  all  our  wants  relieve; 
 Come  to  our  hearts  and  dwell  Thou  there, 
 That  Thou  in  us,  mayst  live. 
 
 2  In  weakness,  we  draw  nigh 
 
 Unto  the  throne  of  grace; 
 Answer  a  sinner's  mournful  cry, 
 And  fill  us  with  Thy  peace. 
 
 3  Thou  read'st  the  naked  breast ; 
 
 For  liberty  we  groan  ; 
 We  sigh,  in  Thee,  our  Lord,  to  rest, 
 And  worship  Thee  alone. 
 
 4  If  trials  vex  our  mind, 
 
 Close  to  Thy  wounds  we'll  flee; 
 No  refuge  may  we  elsewhere  find, 
 But  what  we  find  in  Thee. 
 
 5  To  Thee  we  come,  our  friend, 
 
 As  sinners  poor  indeed  ; 
 On  Thee,  for  future  grace  depend, 
 Our  help  in  ev'ry  need. 
 
158  Prayer. 
 
 199  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
 
 To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 I'll  hid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 
 2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
 
 And  fiery  darts  he  hurled, 
 Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage 
 And  face  a  frowning  world. 
 
 3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
 
 And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
 May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
 My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
 
 4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 
 
 In  seas  cf  heavenly  rest, 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
 
 1200  L-  M. 
 
 1  My  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise, 
 To  God,  the  voice  of  grateful  praise ; 
 Let  every  mental  power  combine 
 To  bless  His  attributes  divine. 
 
 2  Deep  on  my  heart  let  memory  trace 
 His  acts  ot  mercy  and  of  grace ; 
 Who,  with  a  father's  tender  care, 
 Saved  me  when  sinking  in  despair; 
 
Prayer.  1 59 
 
 3  Gave  my  repentant  soul  to  prove 
 The  joy  of  His  forgiving  love; 
 Poured  balm  into  my  bleeding  breast, 
 And  led  my  weary  ieet  to  rest. 
 
 201  L.  M.  Cowper. 
 
 1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
 In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
 
 Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
 13ut  wishes  to  be  often  there ! 
 
 2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  with- 
 
 draw, 
 Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
 Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
 Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 
 
 3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight; 
 Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armor  bright 
 And  satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
 
 The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
 
 4  Have  you  no  words?   Ah,  think  again, 
 Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
 And  fill  your  fellow -creature's  ear 
 With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 
 
 5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
 To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
 
 Your  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be, 
 u  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 
 
1 6^  Prayer. 
 
 202  L-  M.  Swain. 
 
 1  Jesus,  Thy  saints  assembled  here, 
 Thy  power  and  goodness  to  declare ; 
 O  may  these  happy  seasons  prove, 
 That  we  have  known  redeeming  love  ! 
 
 2  And  while  of  mercies  past  we  speak, 
 And  sing  of  endless  joys  to  come, 
 Let  Thy  full  glories  on  us  break, 
 And  every  thought  give  Jesus  room  ! 
 
 3  No  other  food  may  we  desire, 
 No  other  theme  our  bosoms  lire 
 But  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  love 
 While  here,  and  when  we  dwell  above. 
 
 203  C.  M. 
 
 1  Prayer  is  the  work  the  Lord  commands, 
 
 And  owns  and  honors,  too  ; 
 To  Him  we'll  lift  our  hearts  and  hands, 
 And  worship  is  His  due. 
 
 2  Nor  shall  our  labors  be  in  vain, 
 
 In  Christ,  our  loving  Lord, 
 Who  will  our  faith  and  hope  maintain, 
 According  to  His  word. 
 
 3  Wait  on  Him,  then,  each  praying  soul, 
 
 And  humbly  trust  His  grace ; 
 The  happy  end  will  crown  the  whole, 
 For  you  shall  see  His  face. 
 
Prayer.  /6i 
 
 4  There  to  eternity  you'll  sing, 
 In  raptures  all  divine, 
 The  boundless  glories  of  our  King, 
 And  like  Him  ever  shine. 
 
 204  CM.  Mrs.  Harrison. 
 
 1  To  Thee  again,  my  gracious  God, 
 
 I  litt  my  heart  and  eyes  ; 
 
 Thou  art  my  only  safe  abode, 
 
 Thou  only  just  and  wise. 
 
 2  In  Thee  for  every  needful  grace 
 
 My  drooping  soul  confide  ; 
 Keep  me,  O  Lord,  in  every  place, 
 Secure  on  every  side. 
 
 3  Be  Thou,  my  guardian,  ever  near, 
 
 Thy  presence  I  entreat ; 
 Keep  me,  O  keep  me  in  Thy  fear, 
 Uphold  my  sliding  feet. 
 
 4  The  paths  I  tread  are  strewed  with  snares, 
 
 In  mercy,  take  my  part ; 
 Let  no  applauses  wound  my  ears 
 Nor  censures  vex  my  heart. 
 
 5  Lest  I  should  once  disgrace  Thy  cause 
 
 Make  me,  O  Lord,  to  grow 
 Deaf  both  to  censure  and  applause. 
 And  dead  to  ail  below. 
 (6) 
 
.^62  Prayer. 
 
 6  I'd  seek  the  honor  of  Thy  name, 
 And  leave  my  own  to  die ; 
 Help  me  to  sink  with  humble  shame. 
 And  raise  Thy  praise  on  high. 
 
 205  s.  M. 
 
 1  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
 
 To  pray  and  never  cease ; 
 Never  to  murmur  at  Thy  stay, 
 Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 
 
 2  This  blessing  above  all, 
 
 Always  to  pray,  I  want; 
 Out  on  the  deep  on  Thee  to  call, 
 And  never,  never  faint. 
 
 3  I  want  a  true  regard, 
 
 A  single  steady  aim, 
 Unmov'd  by  threat' nings  or  reward, 
 To  Thee  and  Thy  great  name. 
 
 4  A  jealous,  just  concern 
 
 For  thine  immortal  praise; 
 A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 
 And  glorify  Thy  grace. 
 
 5  I  want,  with  all  my  heart, 
 
 Thy  pleasure  to  fulfill ; 
 To  know  myself,  and  what  Thou  art, 
 And  what  Thy  perfect  wilL 
 
Prayer.  1G3 
 
 6  I  want,  I  know  not  what; 
 I  want  my  wants  to  see ; 
 I  want — alas  !  what  want  I  not. 
 When  Thou  art  not  in  me? 
 
 20G  C.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  Lord,  to  us  assembled  here, 
 
 Keveal  Thy  smiling  face; 
 While  we  by  faith,  with  love  and  fear, 
 Approach  Thy  throne  of  grace. 
 
 2  Thy  house  is  call'd  the  house  of  prayer, 
 
 A  solemn,  sacred  place; 
 0,  let  us  now  Thy  presence  share, 
 While  at  Thy  throne  of  grace. 
 
 3  With  holy  boldness  may  we  come, 
 
 Though  of  a  sinful  race, 
 Thankful  to  find  there  yet  is  room 
 Before  Thy  throne  of  grace. 
 
 4  Our  earnest,  fervent  cry  attend, 
 
 And.  all  our  faith  increase, 
 While  we  oar  heavenly  friend  address 
 Upon  a  throne  of  grace. 
 
 5  His  tender  pity,  and  His  love, 
 
 Our  every  fear  snail  chase, 
 And  all  our  help  we  then  shall  prove 
 Comes  from  the  throne  of  grace. 
 
164  Prayer. 
 
 6  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  word  and  laws, 
 We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  peace; 
 And  we  do  bless  Thee,  Lord,  because 
 There  is  a  throne  of  grace. 
 
 207  C.  M. 
 
 1  Wherewith  shall  we  approach  the  Lord. 
 
 And  bow  before  His  throne? 
 By  trusting  in  His  faithful  word, 
 And  pleading  Christ  alone. 
 
 2  The  blood,  the  righteousness  and  love, 
 
 Of  Jesus  will  we  plead; 
 He  lives  within  the  veil  above, 
 For  us  to  intercede. 
 
 3  Sure  ground,  and  sure  foundation,  too. 
 
 We  find  in  Jesus'  name ; 
 Herein  we  every  blessing  view, 
 And  every  favor  claim. 
 
 4  Let,  then,  His  name  forever  be 
 
 To  us,  supremely  dear; 
 Our  only  all-prevailing  plea, 
 For  all  our  hope  is  there. 
 
 5  This  is  the  name  the  Father  loves 
 
 To  hear  His  children  plead  ; 
 And  all  such  pleading  He  approves^ 
 And  blesses  them  indeed. 
 
Prayer.  165 
 
 SOS  7s.  Newton. 
 
 1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
 Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r  ; 
 He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
 Rise  and  ask,  without  delay. 
 
 2  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
 Lord  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
 Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
 Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
 Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
 
 There  Thy  blood,  bought  right,  maintain, 
 And,  without  a  rival  reign. 
 
 4  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
 Answ  ers  the  beholder's  face  ; 
 Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
 
 Print  Thine  own  resemblance  there. 
 
 5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
 Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 
 
 As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
 Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
 
 6  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
 Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
 Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
 
 Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 
 
1 66  Prayer. 
 
 209  7«. 
 
 1  Jesus,  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
 'Tis  to  Thee  we  lift  our  eyes ; 
 And  our  supplications  hear, 
 Answer  ev'ry  fervent  pray'r. 
 
 2  Jesus  come,  and  don't  delay; 
 Show  us  mercy  while  we  pray  ; 
 Show  us  now  Thy  tender  heart, 
 And  Thy  kindness  now  impart. 
 
 3  Rain  down  blessings  from  above, 
 Let  it  be  a  time  of  love ; 
 
 Then  we  may  rejoice  and  say, 
 O  'tis  good  to  meet  and  pray. 
 
 210 
 
 1  Jesus,  I  sing  Thy  matchless  grace 
 
 That  calls  a  worm  Thy  own; 
 
 Give  me  among  Thy  saints  a  place 
 
 To  make  Thy  glories  known. 
 
 2  Allied  to  Thee,  our  vital  Head, 
 
 We  act,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
 From  Thee  divided,  each  is  dead, 
 When  most  he  seems  alive. 
 
 3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 
 
 Here  join  in  sweet  accord; 
 One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
 And  Thou  our  common  Lord. 
 
Prayer.  167 
 
 211  S.  M.  Burnham 
 
 1  Come  all  who  love  to  pray, 
 
 On  Jesus  cast  your  care  ; 
 And  every  praying  soul  shall  find 
 He  loves  to  answer  prayer. 
 
 2  See  how  He  looks  and  smiles, 
 
 From  yonder  shining  throne  ; 
 Pleas'd  He  attends  your  every  pray'r, 
 And  sends  rich  blessings  down. 
 
 3  Ye  hung'ring,  thirsting  souls, 
 
 O  pray  and  never  taint ; 
 Fresh  scenes  of  love  our  Lord  displays 
 To  ev'ry  praying  saint. 
 
 4  And  whither  should  we  fly 
 
 But  to  a  throne  of  grace? 
 For  there  we  prove  celestial  joys, 
 And  find  substantial  peace. 
 
 5  Lord,  from  Thy  throne  behold 
 
 Thy  saints  assembled  here, 
 Whose  hearts  ascend  with  warm  desire 
 To  feel  Thy  presence  near. 
 
 6  Through  all  the  glooms  of  sin 
 
 May  Thy  rich  mercy  blaze  ; 
 And  make  it  known  Thou  hearest  pray'r 
 And  worthy  art  of  praise. 
 
1 68  Prayer. 
 
 212  CM.  Montgomery 
 
 1  Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case ; 
 
 For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry; 
 Jesus,  Redeemer,  show  Thy  face, 
 In  mercy,  or  I  die. 
 
 2  Save  me,  for  none  beside  can  save; 
 
 At  Thy  command  I  tread, 
 With  failing  step,  life's  stormy  wave ; 
 The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 
 
 3  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just, 
 
 But  wilt  Thou  leave  me  ?    no  ; 
 I  hold  Thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust-^ 
 I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
 
 4  Still  sure  to  me  Thy  promise  stands, 
 
 And  ever  must  abide; 
 Behold  it  written  on  Thy  hands, 
 And  graven  in  Thy  side. 
 
 5  To  this,  this  only,  will  I  cleave ; 
 
 Thy  word  is  all  my  plea; 
 That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe; 
 Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me. 
 
 213  P.  M. 
 
 1  How  happy,  how  loving,  how  joyful  I  feel; 
 I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea,  more  love 
 and  zeal ; 
 
Prayer.  169 
 
 I  want  Tii j  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love 
 
 pure, 
 That  all  things  with  patience  I  may  well 
 
 endure. 
 
 2  I  want  to  be  little,  more  simple  and  mild. 
 More  like  my  blest  Master,  and  more  like 
 
 a  child ; 
 More   watchful,    more    prayerful,    more 
 
 lovely  in  mind, 
 More  humbJe,  more  gentle,  more  loving 
 
 and  kind. 
 
 3  I  want  to  love  wisdom  that  comes  from 
 
 a'^ove, 
 1  want  to  be  harmless,  and  more  like  the 
 
 dove ; 
 I  want  my  light  clear,  that  beholders  may 
 
 see 
 How  faith  and  good  works  in  sweet  union 
 
 4  My  union  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son; 
 I  want  that  perfected  which  now  is  begun; 
 That  love  and  sweet  union  which  soothes 
 
 every  care, 
 And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens 
 
 to  bear. 
 
1 70  Prayer. 
 
 5  My  faith  and  my  hope,  my  love  and  m} 
 
 zeal — 
 I  want  them  recruited,  and  never  to  fail ; 
 Remembering  at  all  times  what  Jesus  did 
 
 say, 
 And  set  out  anew  and  begin  every  day. 
 
 6  My  treasure  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  ups 
 Where  no  moth  and   no   rust  can  ever 
 
 corrupt; 
 Where  no  thief  and  no  robber  will  venture 
 
 or  dare — 
 My  heart  and  mv  treasure  I  want  to  be 
 
 there. 
 
 7  0,  come,   my  dear  brethren,  both  aged 
 
 and  youth, 
 And  all  who  are  willing  to  walk  in  the 
 
 truth, 
 Let's  all  join  together  in  union  and  love, 
 And    on    our    blest  journey  then  joyful 
 
 we'll  move. 
 
 214  S.   M.  Medley. 
 
 1  Come,  praying  souls,  rejoice, 
 
 And  bless  your  Father's  name  ; 
 Joyful  to  11  im  lift  up  your  voice, 
 And  all  His  love  proclaim. 
 
Prayer.  171 
 
 2  Your  mournful  cry  lie  hears, 
 
 He  marks  your  feeblest  groan  ; 
 Supplies  your  wants,  dispels  your  fears, 
 And  makes  His  mercy  known. 
 
 3  To  all  His  praying  saints 
 
 He  ever  will  attend; 
 And  to  their  sorrows  and  complaints 
 Will  timely  succor  send. 
 
 4  Then  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  has  not  turned  away 
 His  mercy  nor  His  precious  word 
 From  those  who  love  to  pray. 
 
 5  Xo,  still  He  bows  His  ear 
 
 In  gentle  pity  down, 
 For  praying  breath  He  loves  to  hear, 
 And  praying  souls  he'll  crown. 
 
 6  Then  let  us  still  go  on 
 
 In  His  appointed  ways, 
 Rejoicing  in  His  name  alone, 
 In  prayer  and  humble  praise, 
 
 215  7s-  Hammond. 
 
 1  Lord  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
 At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
 O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
 Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
 
172  Prayer. 
 
 2  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
 Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
 Lord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go 
 Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 
 
 8  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word 
 That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
 Let  Thy  spirit  now  impart 
 Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 
 
 4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
 Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
 Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
 Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 
 
 213  S.  M.  Beddome. 
 
 1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
 
 And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
 Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
 Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
 
 2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
 
 Angels  with  wonder  see  ; 
 Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 
 He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 
 
 3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
 
 Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
 In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
 And  there's  no  weeping  there. 
 
Prayer.  173 
 
 217  s.  M. 
 
 1  Oh  !  where  shall  rest  be  found — 
 
 Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
 'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
 Or  search  to  either  pole. 
 
 2  The  world  can  never  give 
 
 The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
 'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
 ]S"or  all  of  death  to  die. 
 
 3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
 
 There  is  a  life  above, 
 Unnumbered  by  the  flight  of  years, 
 And  all  that  life  is  love. 
 
 4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
 
 Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
 Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
 Around  the  second  death  ! 
 
 5  Here  would  we  end  our  quest ; 
 
 Alone  is  found  in  Thee, 
 O  Lord  !  that  life,  that  blissful  rest 
 Of  immortality. 
 
 218  6s.  Ss. 
 1  Arise,  my  soul  arise, 
 
 Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
 The  bleeding  sacrifice 
 
 In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
 Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
 My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 
 
1 74  Prayer. 
 
 2  Five  bleeding  wounds  lie  bears, 
 
 Received  on  Calvary ; 
 They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
 
 They  strongly  plead  for  me; 
 Forgive  him,  O,  forgive,  they  cry, 
 Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 
 
 3  The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 
 
 His  dear  anointed  one ; 
 He  can  not  turn  away 
 
 The  presence  of  His  Son. 
 His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood 
 And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Now  I  am  reconcil'd, 
 
 His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear  ; 
 He  owns  me  for  a  child, 
 
 I  can  no  longer  fear; 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 
 219  S.  M. 
 
 1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
 
 The  evening  shades  appear ; 
 O,  may  we  all  remember  well 
 The  night  of  death  is  near. 
 
 2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
 
 Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
 So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
 Of  what  we  here  possess. 
 
Prayer.  175 
 
 Lord,  keep  as  safe  this  night, 
 
 Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
 May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep 
 
 Till  morning  light  appears. 
 
 And  if  we  early  rise, 
 
 And  view  the  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, 
 O,  may  wre  in  Thy  bosom  rest, 
 
 The  bosom  of  Thy  love. 
 
 2^0  L- M.  &»»■ 
 
 1  Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
 For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
 Keep  me,  O,  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
 Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 "2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
 The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
 That  with  the  world,  myself  and  Thee, 
 I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
 The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
 Teach  me  to  die  that  so  1  may 
 With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 
 
176  Prayer. 
 
 4  Be  Thou  my  guardian  while  1  sleep; 
 Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep ; 
 My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 
 
 And  guard  me  from  the  approach  of  ill 
 
 5  Lord,  let  my  heart  forever  share 
 The  bliss  of   Thy  paternal  care  ; 
 
 'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'Tis  heaven  above, 
 To  see  Thy  face  and  sing  Thy  love. 
 
 221  S.  M. 
 
 1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 
 
 The  heart  of  every  saint, 
 
 Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
 
 To  pray  and  never  faint. 
 
 2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 
 
 We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
 Then  let  us  wait  till  He  appear, 
 And  pray  and  pray  again. 
 
 3  Though  unbelief  suggest 
 
 Why  should  we  longer  wait? 
 He  bids  us  never  give  Him  rest, 
 But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 
 
 4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 
 
 His  people  when  they  cry  ; 
 Yes,  though  He  may  awhile  forbear, 
 He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 
 
Prayer.  17- 
 
 5  His  nature,  truth  and  love, 
 
 Engage  Him  on  their  side ; 
 When  they  are  grieved,  His  boweis  move. 
 They  will  not  be  denied. 
 
 6  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 
 
 And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
 He  sees,  He  hears,  and  from  on  high 
 Will  make  our  cause  His  care. 
 
 222  C  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
 Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ; 
 How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
 Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 
 
 'I  Yet  sov'reign  mercy  calls  return, 
 Dear  Lord  and  may  I  come  ? 
 My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
 0,  take  the  wanderer  home. 
 
 3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
 
 And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
 And  shall  a  pardon  d  rebel  live 
 To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 
 
 4  Almighty  grace,  Thy  healing  power, 
 
 How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
 That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
 So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 
 
178  Prayer. 
 
 5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
 Dear  Savior,  I  adore ; 
 0,  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
 And  let  me  rove  no  more. 
 
 223  L.  M. 
 
 1  My  soul,  take  courage  from  the  Lord; 
 Believe  and  speak  His  holy  word. 
 
 To  Him  alone  do  thou  complain, 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
 2  Upon  Him  call  in  humble  prayer, 
 Thou  still  art  His  peculiar  care! 
 He'll  surely  turn  and  smile  again, 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
 3  However  sinful,  weak  and  poor, 
 Still  wait  and  pray  at  mercy's  door ; 
 Faithful  Jehovah  must  remain, 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
 4  Though  the  corruption  of  thy  heart 
 Daily  new  cause  of  grief  impart, 
 Pray  that  thy  lust  may  all  be  slain, 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
 5  Though  sharp  afflictions  still  abound, 
 And  clouds  and  darkness  thee  surround, 
 Still  pray,  for  God  will  all  explain, 
 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
Prayer.  1 79 
 
 6  In  Him,  in  Him  alone  confide, 
 Still  at  the  throne  of  grace  abide; 
 Eternal  vict'ry  thou  shalt  gain, 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  His  face  in  vain. 
 
 224:  CM.  Newton. 
 
 1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
 
 The  Savior's  pard'ning  blood 
 Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt 
 And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
 
 2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
 
 His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
 And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd 
 His  love  was  all  my  song, 
 
 3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
 
 And  saw  His  glory  shine; 
 I,  when  I  read  His  holy  word 
 I  called  each  promise  mine. 
 
 4  Then  to  His  saints  I  often  spoke 
 
 Of  what  His  love  had  done ; 
 But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
 For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 
 
 5  Now,  when  the  evening  shades  prevails, 
 
 My  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 
 And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals 
 No  light  to  me  returns. 
 
l8o  ^Prayer. 
 
 6  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 
 
 For  Jesus  hides  His  face; 
 I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
 But  will  not  reach  the  case. 
 
 7  Now,  satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
 
 And  make  my  soul  his  prey, 
 Yet,  Lord,  Thy  mercies  can  not  fail — 
 0,  come  without  delay. 
 
 225  L-  M.  Hart, 
 
 1  Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey, 
 The  blessings  (rod  designs  to  give; 
 Long  as  they  live,  should  christians  pray, 
 For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 
 
 2  The  christian's  heart,  his  prayer  indites, 
 He  speaks,  as  prompted  from  within, 
 The  spirit  his  petition  writes, 
 
 And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 
 
 3  And  wilt  thou,  in  dead  silence  lie, 
 When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  prayer; 
 My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
 Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 
 
 4  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress; 
 If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 
 
 If  guilt  deject;  if  sin  distress; 
 The  remedy's  before  thee — pray ! 
 
Prayer.  181 
 
 5  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 
 Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame; 
 Pray  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak, 
 
 But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name, 
 
 6  Depend  on  Christ,  thou  canst  not  fail ; 
 Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known, 
 Fear  not,  His  merits  must  prevail ; 
 Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 
 
 226  L.  M. 
 
 1  0,  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
 My  sins,  which  have  Thy  body  torn ; 
 Give  me,  with  broken  heart  to  see, 
 Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 
 
 2  0,  could  I  gain  the  mountain  height, 
 And  gaze  upon  the  bleeding  sight; 
 Oh,  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
 Could  stand  and  see  my  Savior  die. 
 
 3  I'd  smite  my  breast,  and  weep,  and  mourn, 
 And  never  from  the  cross  return ; 
 
 And  own  Him  as  my  Lord  and  God, 
 And  mix  my  tears  in  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 4  I'd  cling  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
 "Lord,  save  my  soul, condemned  to  die!" 
 O,  let  a  wretch  come  near  Thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 
 
1 82  Prayer. 
 
 5  Father  of  mercies,  drop  Thy  frown^ 
 And  give  me  shelter  in  Thy  Son, 
 And  with  Thy  broken  heart  comply  ( 
 0,  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 
 6  O,  Lord,  deny  me  what  Thou  wilt, 
 Only  relieve  my  soul  from  guilt ; 
 Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
 And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 
 227  C.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  Savior,  let  Thy  gracious  eye 
 
 In  pity  now  look  down, 
 While  unto  Thee  for  help  we  cry. 
 And  all  our  vileness  own. 
 
 2  Often  beset  with  shame  or  fear, 
 
 When  wre  attempt  to  pray, 
 Or  such  confusion  interfere, 
 We  scarce  know  what  to  say. 
 
 3  Darkness  and  hardness,  guilt  and  prid^. 
 
 And  satan's  craft  and  rage, 
 Make  us  our  sinful  faces  hide, 
 And  often  fear  to  engage. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  Thy  mighty  pow'r  and  love 
 
 Upon  us  be  display'd ; 
 O,  send  Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
 And  grant  us  timely  aid. 
 
Prayer.  1 83 
 
 5  Subdue  these  evils,  dearest  Lord  ! 
 Remove  them  far  away, 
 And  let  Thy  gracious  help  afford 
 Renewed  grace  to  pray. 
 
 ■6  Still,  Lord,  uphold  us  in  thy  strength, 
 And  we'll  go  on  in  prayer 
 Till  we  arrive  in  heaven  at  length, 
 To  praise  our  Savior  there. 
 
 228  Newton. 
 
 1  Xow  may  fervent  prayer  arise, 
 Wing'd  with  faith,  and  pierce  the  skies ; 
 Fervent  prayer  shall  bring  us  down 
 Gracious  answers  from  the  throne. 
 
 2  Give,  0,  Lord,  the  hearing  ear, 
 To  each  soul  assembled  here ; 
 Clothe  Thy  word  with  power  divine, 
 Make  us  willing  to  be  Thine. 
 
 3  Shepherd  of  Thy  blood-bought  sheep, 
 Teach  the  stony  heart  to  weep ; 
 
 Let  the  blind  have  eyes  to  see, 
 See  themselves  and  look  on  Thee. 
 
 4  Let  the  minds  of  all  our  youth 
 Feel  the  force  of  sacred  truth, 
 While  the  gospel  call  they  hear, 
 May  they  learn  to  love  and  fear. 
 
184  Prayer. 
 
 229  L-  M.  Hart. 
 
 1  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. 
 
 2  Tho'  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good ; 
 Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
 Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
 And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 
 
 230  S  M. 
 
 1  Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high  ; 
 Let  every  land  adore; 
 
 With  grateful  heart  and  voice  make  known 
 His  goodness  and  his  power. 
 
 2  Enter  His  courts  with  joy; 
 With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 
 
 'Twas  He  who  formed  us  with  His  hand, 
 And  quickened  by  His  word. 
 
 3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 
 And  every  blessing  give; 
 
 We're  guarded  by  his  daily  care, 
 And  on  His  bounty  live. 
 
 4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God; 
 His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
 
 And  while  eternity  shall  last, 
 His  promises  endure. 
 
Prayer.  185 
 
 231 
 
 1  Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
 
 Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above; 
 May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 
 
 And  rejoicing  in  Thy  love. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 
 
 Since  together  we  have  been ; 
 Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
 
 Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters. 
 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 3  May  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us 
 
 To  each  one's  respective  home, 
 And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 
 
 Rest  upon  us,  every  one. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 232  CM.  Millman. 
 
 1  Oh,  help  us  Lord!  each  hour  of  need, 
 
 Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
 Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
 Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 
 
 2  Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 
 
 With  contrite  anguish  tore. 
 And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead. 
 Oh,  help  us!  Lord,  the  more. 
 
/86  Lord^s  Day. 
 
 3  Oh,  help  us  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 
 
 More  firmly  to  believe; 
 For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
 The  more  shall  he  receive. 
 
 4  If  strangers  to  Thy  fold  we  call, 
 
 Imploring  at  Thy  feet, 
 The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 
 'Tis  all  we  dare  entreat. 
 
 5  But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all, 
 
 So  Thou  wilt  grant  but  this; 
 The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall 
 Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 
 
 LORD'S  DAY. 
 
 233  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Lord,  ki  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
 
 My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
 To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer; 
 To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
 
 2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
 
 To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
 Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
 Oar  songs  and  our  complaints. 
 
 3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
 
 The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 
 Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
 Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 
 
lord's  Day.  I& 
 
 4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 
 
 To  taste  Thy  mercies  there; 
 1  will  frequent  Thine  holy  court 
 And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 
 
 5  0,  may  Thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
 
 In  ways  of  righteousness ; 
 Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
 And  plain  before  my  face. 
 
 234:  C.  M.  Mason 
 
 1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  Thy  sheep 
 
 On  this  sweet  day  of  rest ; 
 O,  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
 Enjoy  an  heavenly  rest. 
 
 2  Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul, 
 
 Are  these  sweet  days  of  love; 
 But  what  a  sabbath  shall  I  keep, 
 When  I  shall  rest  above  ! 
 
 3  I  come,  I  wait,  1  hear,  I  pray, 
 
 Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace ; 
 Here  in  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
 I  wait  to  see  Thy  face. 
 
 4  These  are  the  sweet  and  precious  days 
 
 On  which,  my  Lord  I've  seen ; 
 And  oft,  when  feasting  on  His  word, 
 In  raptures  I  have  been. 
 
t88  Lord  s  Day, 
 
 .5  O,  if  my  soul,  when  death  appeals. 
 In  this  sweet  frame  be  found, 
 I'd  clasp  my  Savior  in  my  arms, 
 And  leave  this  earthly  ground. 
 
 6  I  long  for  that  delightful  hour, 
 When  from  this  clay  undressed, 
 I  shall  be  clothed  in  robes  divine, 
 And  made  forever  blessed. 
 
 235  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
 
 He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 
 Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
 And  praise  surround  the  throne. 
 
 2  To-day  lie  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
 
 And  satan's  empire  fell ; 
 To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread. 
 And  all  His  wonders  tell. 
 
 3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 
 
 To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
 Help  us,  O,  Lord;  descend,  and  bring 
 Salvation  from  Thy  throne. 
 
 4  Blessed  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  messages  of  grace, 
 Who  comes  in  God,  His  Father's  name. 
 To  save  His  chosen  race. 
 
Lord's  Day.  i&i 
 
 5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains, 
 The  church  on  earth  can  raise; 
 The  highest  heavens,  in  which  He  reigns, 
 Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 
 
 23S  L.  M.  Stennett, 
 
 1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
 Another  Lord's  day  is  begun; 
 Keturn,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
 Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 
 
 2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
 So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds; 
 Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 
 
 And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 
 
 3  O,  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
 As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies; 
 Receive  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
 Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 
 
 £  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
 Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
 Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains— = 
 The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 
 
 )  With  joy,  great  God,  Thy  works  we  view, 
 In  various  scenes,  both  old  and  new ; 
 With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
 With  hope  we  future  pleasures  taste. 
 
190  T.or^'i   /Jay, 
 
 6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day 
 In  holy  pleasures  pass  away; 
 How  sweet  thid  day  of  rest  to  spend 
 In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 
 
 237  C.  M. 
 
 1  Come,  let  us  join  with  one  accord, 
 
 In  hymns  around  the  throne; 
 This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
 Hath  made  and  called  His  own. 
 
 2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blessed- 
 
 The  brightest  of  the  seven — 
 Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 
 The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 
 
 3  Then  let  us  in  His  name  sing  on, 
 
 And  hasten  to  that  day 
 When  our  Redeemer  shall  come  down, 
 And  shadows  pass  away. 
 
 4  Not  one,  but  all  our  days  below, 
 
 Let  us  in  hymns  employ ; 
 And  in  our  Lord  rejoicing  go 
 Up  to  eternal  joy, 
 
 238  L-  M. 
 
 1  Thy  earthly  days  of  rest  we  love. 
 But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
 To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
 With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 
 
Lord's  Day.  191 
 
 2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
 Nor  sin,  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place; 
 No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
 Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 
 
 J?  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
 No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
 No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
 But  sacred  high  eternal  noon. 
 
 4  Thy  earthly  days  of  rest  we  love, 
 But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
 To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
 With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire 
 
 239  L.  M.  Slad* 
 
 1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day ; 
 Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away. 
 Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
 
 With  ardor  to  their  native  skies, 
 
 2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 With  rays  of  light  upoii  us  shine; 
 And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
 On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 
 
 8  Then,  when  our  sabbaths  here  are  o'er. 
 And  we  arrive  on  heaven's  shore, 
 With  al)  the  ransomed  we  shall  spend 
 A.  aaubatb  which  shall  never  end. 
 
192  Lord^s  Day. 
 
 24:0  S.  M. 
 
 1  How  charming  is  the  place 
 
 Where  ray  Redeemer,  God, 
 
 Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face 
 
 And  sheds  His  love  abroad. 
 
 2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
 
 With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
 Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit 
 And  6mile  on  all  around. 
 
 3  To  Him,  their  prayers  and  cries 
 
 Each  humble  soul  presents; 
 He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
 And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 
 
 4  To  them  His  sovereign  will 
 
 He  graciously  imparts, 
 And  in  return  accepts  with  smiles 
 The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 
 
 5  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
 
 Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
 Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
 The  servants  of  my  God. 
 
 241  C.  M. 
 
 1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
 
 Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
 Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
 
 And  pours  increasing  day. 
 
Lord's  Day.  193 
 
 2  Oh,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 
 
 A  sinful  world  in  gloom  ! 
 Oh,  what  a  Sun  which  broke,  this  day, 
 Triumphant  from  the  tomb! 
 
 3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
 
 And  loud  hosannas  sung; 
 Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
 And  praise  on  every  tongue. 
 
 4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
 
 To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
 Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  winge 
 To  nations  vet  unborn. 
 
 242  C.  M. 
 
 1  When,  dearest  Savior,  when  shall  I 
 
 Behold  Thee  all  serene, 
 Blest  in  perpetual  sabbath  day 
 Without  a  veil  between  ? 
 
 2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 
 
 Amid  a  world  of  cares ; 
 Incline  my  roving  heart  to  pray, 
 And  then  accept  my  prayers. 
 
 3  Thy  Spirit,  0,  my  Father  give, 
 
 To  be  my  guide  and  friend; 
 To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys. 
 Where  sabbaths  never  end. 
 (7) 
 
194  Lord's  Day. 
 
 24:3  7*- 
 
 1  To  Thy  temple  we  repair — 
 Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there ; 
 There,  within  the  veil,  we  meet 
 Thee  upon  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 2  While  Thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
 Tune  our  lips,  unloose  our  tongue; 
 Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
 Thee,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 
 
 3  While  to  Thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
 Let  Thine  ear  in  love  attend; 
 Hear  us  when  Thy  Spirit  pleads — 
 Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 
 
 4  While  Thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
 While  we  tremble  at  Thy  law, 
 
 Let  Thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
 Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 
 
 5  From  Thy  house,  when  we  return, 
 Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn; 
 That  at  evening  we  may  say, 
 
 "  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 
 
 24=4:  C.  M. 
 
 1  Almighty  God!  eternal  Lord! 
 
 Thy  gracious  power  make  known  \ 
 Touch  by  the  virtue  of  Thy  word, 
 And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 
 
Lord's  Day.  195 
 
 £  Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
 And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 
 Oh,  let  his  guilty  conscience  dread, 
 The  death  that  never  dies. 
 
 3  Let  us  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
 Each  in  an  honest  heart; 
 Lay  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
 And  never  with  it  part. 
 
 1  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend, 
 The  light  that  shines  so  clear; 
 Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  in  mercy  send, 
 And  give  1*8  ears  to  hear, 
 
 2^=5  L-  M. 
 
 1  Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
 There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat; 
 Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
 And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 
 
 2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
 Inhabitest  the  humblest  mind  ; 
 
 Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
 And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home, 
 
 3  Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few! 
 Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
 Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim, 
 The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 
 
196  Lord's  Day. 
 
 246  L.  M. 
 
 1  My  opening  eyes,  with  raptures  see, 
 
 The  dawn  of  Thy  returning  day; 
 
 My  thoughts,  0,  God,  ascend  to  Thee, 
 
 While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 
 
 2  I  yield  my  heart  to  Thee  alone, 
 
 Nor  would  receive  another  guest, 
 Eternal  King,  erect  Thy  throne, 
 And  reign  sole  Monarch  in  my  breast, 
 
 3  Oh,  bid  this  trifling  world  retire ; 
 
 And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away; 
 Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 
 
 One  sinful  thought,  through  all  the  day. 
 
 4  Then  to  Thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
 
 My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
 The  wonders  of  Thy  love  declare, 
 
 And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 
 
 2-4-7  L.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
 
 A  whole  assembly  worship  Thee — 
 At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray; 
 They  hear  of  heaven  and  learn  the  wa^ 
 
 2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go; 
 'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below; 
 
 Not  all  that  hell  or  sin  can  say 
 Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 
 
Lord's  Day.  £97 
 
 3  O,  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
 The  text  and  doctrine  of  Thy  word, 
 That  I  may  break  Thy  laws  no  more, 
 But  love  Thee  better  than  before. 
 
 4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
 Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine. 
 
 That  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
 I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 
 
 248  C.  M. 
 
 1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 
 
 To  shed  its  sweetest  beams; 
 And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
 How  languid  are  its  flames. 
 
 2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
 
 Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive. 
 "We  would  be  like  Thy  saints  abo\e, 
 And  praise  Thee  while  we  live. 
 
 3  Increase,  0,  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
 
 And  lit  us  to  ascend 
 "Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up; 
 The  sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 
 
 4  W  here  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air. 
 
 With  heavenly  lustre  shine; 
 Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
 And  feast  on  love  divine. 
 
198  Lord's  Day. 
 
 5  Where  we  in  high  seraphic  strains 
 Shall  all  onr  powers  employ; 
 Delighted  range  the  etherial  plains, 
 And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 
 
 24-Q  L.   M.  Harrison. 
 
 1  Awake,  my  heart !  my  soul  arise ! 
 This  is  the  day  believers  prize; 
 Improve  this  Lord's  Day,  then,  with  care. 
 Another  may  not  be  thy  share. 
 
 2  O,  solemn  thought,  Lord,  give  me  power 
 Wisely  to  fill  up  every  hour; 
 
 O,  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
 To  bear  my  heart  and  soul  above. 
 
 3  Jesus,  assist,  nor  let  me  fail 
 
 To  worship  Thee  within  the  veil, 
 To  glorify  Thy  matchless  grace, 
 To  see  the  beauties  of  Thy  face. 
 
 4  Be  with  me  in  Thy  house,  to-day, 
 And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray ; 
 Command  Thy  word  to  fall  like  dew, 
 Refreshing,  cheering  all  anew. 
 
 5  Call  forth,  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  rove 
 O'er  the  green  pastures  of  Thy  love; 
 
 O,  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 
 
 Nor  keep  me  from  my  Savior's  breast. 
 
Lord's  Day.  199 
 
 6  Give  to  Thy  church  a  large  increase; 
 Send  her  prosperity  and  peace; 
 May  all  Thy  saints  in  Zion  say: 
 0,  happy,  happy,  happy  day. 
 
 2 50  L-   M-  Watts. 
 
 1  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  truths  at  night. 
 
 2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 
 
 No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
 O,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
 Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
 
 3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
 And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  Bis  word. 
 Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine; 
 How  deep  Thy  counsels  ;  how  divine. 
 
 4  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. 
 
 ■O 
 
 5  But  I  shall  have  a  glorious  part, 
 "When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
 And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed 
 Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 
 
2oo  Lorcfs  Day. 
 
 6  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. 
 
 7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
 AH  I  desired  or  wished  below, 
 
 And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
 In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
 
 251  S.  M.  Witt* 
 
 1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
 
 That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
 "Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
 And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
 
 Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
 Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
 Of  pleasurable  sin. 
 
 4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
 
 In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
 And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
 To  everlasting  bliss. 
 
Divinity    of  Christ.  2oi 
 
 DH  IETITY  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 252  7s. 
 
 1  Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
 
 "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King; 
 Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
 Saints  to  God  are  reconciled.'' 
 
 2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
 Join  the  triumph  to  the  skies ; 
 
 Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
 Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness ! 
 
 3  Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by  ; 
 Born  that  we  no  more  might  die ; 
 Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
 Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
 
 4  Come,  desire  of  nations!  come, 
 Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home  ; 
 Rise  the  woman's  promised  seed, 
 Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 
 
 5  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
 Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing, 
 Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  free, 
 Here  your  God  and  Savior  see. 
 
 253  L.  M. 
 
 1  Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height, 
 Ilast  Thou  advanced  the  Lord,  Thy  son, 
 Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
 Are  made  the  servants  of  His  throne 
 
202  Divinity   of  Christ. 
 
 2  Before  His  feet,  their  armies  wait, 
 
 And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
 To  manage  His  affairs  of  state, 
 In  works  of  vengeance  or  of  love. 
 
 3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet, 
 
 Up  to  the  gates  of  Thine  abode, 
 Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 
 In  traveling  o'er  the  heavenly  road. 
 
 4  Lord,  when  we  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
 
 And  Thou  shalt  bid  us  rise  and  come, 
 Send  Thy  beloved  angels  down, 
 Safe  to  conduct  our  spirits  home. 
 
 254  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  ekies, 
 "Revenge!"  the  blood  of  Abel  cries; 
 
 But  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain, 
 Speaks  peace  as  loud,  from  every  vein. 
 
 2  Pardon  and  peace,  from  God  on  high, 
 Behold  He  lays  His  vengeance  by, 
 And  rebels  that  deserve  His  sword, 
 Becomes  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 
 
 3  To  Jesus,  let  our  praises  rise, 
 Who  gave  His  life,  a  sacrifice ; 
 Now  He  appears  before  His  God, 
 And  for  our  pardon,  pleads  His  blood, 
 
Divinity  of  Christ.  2»3 
 
 255  CM.  Heginbctham* 
 
 1  To  TL?e,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord, 
 
 A  grateful  song  I  raise ; 
 O,  let  the  feeblest  of  thy  flock 
 Attempt  to  speak  Thy  praise. 
 
 2  But  how  shall  mortal  tongues  express 
 
 A  subject  so  divine? 
 Do  justice  to  so  vast  a  theme, 
 Or  praise  a  love  like  thine? 
 
 3  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 
 
 To  this  amazing  love; 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
 A  nobler  bliss  above. 
 
 4  To  Thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 
 
 With  sin  and  grief  oppressed ; 
 Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
 And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 
 
 25S  S.  M.  Steete. 
 
 1  While  my  Redeemer's  near, 
 
 My  Shepherd  and  my  guide, 
 I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear; 
 My  wants  are  all  supplied. 
 
 2  To  ever  fragrant  meads, 
 
 Where  rich  abundance  grows; 
 His  gracious  hand,  indulgent  leads, 
 And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 
 
204  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
 My  wandering  feet  restore; 
 And  guard  me  with  Thy  watchful  eye, 
 And  let  me  rove  no  more. 
 
 257  CM.  Watts. 
 
 L  My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
 To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
 'Tis  heaven  to  see  His  smiling  face, 
 Tho'  in  His  earthly  courts. 
 
 2  There,  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 
 
 His  saving  power  displays, 
 And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
 With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 
 
 3  With  His  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
 
 Descends  and  fills  the  place; 
 While  Christ  reveals  His  wondrous  love 
 And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 
 
 4  There,  mighty  God,  Thy  words  declare 
 
 The  secrets  of  Thy  will ; 
 And  still  we  seek  Thy  mercy  there, 
 And  sing  Thy  praises  still. 
 
 258  L-  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  The  King  of  Glory  sends  His  Son 
 
 To  make  His  entrance  on  the  earth ! 
 Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
 And  heavenly  hosts  declare  his  birth. 
 
Divinity   of  Christ.  ?^ 
 
 2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
 
 What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet! 
 An  unknown  star  arose  and  led 
 The  eastern  sages  to  His  feet. 
 
 3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  conspire 
 The  infant  Savior  to  proclaim  ; 
 
 Inward  they  felt  the  sacred  fire, 
 
 And  blessed  the  babe  an  d  owned  His  name. 
 
 4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blaspheme  aloud, 
 And  treat  the  Holy  child  with  scorn  ; 
 
 Our  souls  adore  the  eternal  God 
 Who  condescended  to  be  born. 
 
 253  CM.  Doddridge. 
 
 1  Savior  of  man,  and  Lord  of  love, 
 
 How  sweet  Thy  gracious  name ; 
 With  joy  that  errand  we  review 
 On  which  Thy  mercy  came. 
 
 2  While  a7l  Thy  own  angelic  bands 
 
 Stood  waiting  on  the  wing, 
 Charmed  with  the  honor  to  obey 
 Their  great,  eternal  King. 
 
 3  For  us  mean,  wretched,  sinful  men, 
 
 Thou  laid'st  that  glory  by; 
 First,  in  our  mortal  flesh  to  serve, 
 Then  in  that  flesh  to  die. 
 
„06  Divinity  of  Christ, 
 
 A  Bought  with  Thy  service  and  Thy  bloc<l, 
 We  doubly,  Lord,  are  Thine ; 
 To  Thee  our  lives  we  would  devote, 
 To  Thee  our  death  resign. 
 
 260  c.  M. 
 
 1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long, 
 
 'Tis  time  I  lift  my  eyes 
 Upward,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne 
 And  to  my  native  skies. 
 
 2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Savior,  sits— * 
 
 The  God !  how  bright  he  shines, 
 And  scatters  infinite  delights 
 On  all  the  happy  minds. 
 
 3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 
 
 Circle  the  throne  around, 
 And  move  and  charm  the  staury  plains 
 With  an  immortal  sound. 
 
 4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employ ; 
 
 Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing. 
 Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joy, 
 Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 
 
 5  Hark !  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
 
 Of  time  and  space  they  run, 
 And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 
 The  God-head  of  the  Son. 
 
Divinity   of  Christ.  205 
 
 6  And  now  they  sing  the  lofty  tune, 
 And  gentler  notes  they  play  ; 
 And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 
 To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 
 
 2S1  L-  M.  WatU 
 
 1  Now,  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song! 
 Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue ; 
 Hosanna  to  the  eternal  name, 
 And  all  His  boundless  love  proclaim 
 
 3  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
 The  brightest  image  of  His  grace ; 
 God,  in  the  person  of  His  son, 
 
 Has  all  His  mightiest  works  outdone. 
 
 H  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
 Proclaims  the  wise,  the  powerful  Gr>d; 
 And  Thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
 Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 
 
 4  But  in  His  looks  a  glory  stands, 
 The  noblest  labor  of  Thine  hands; 
 The  pleasing  luster  of  his  eyes 
 Outshine  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 
 
 6  Grace!  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme! 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name; 
 Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  sound, 
 Ye  heavens  reflect  it  to  the  grouDd. 
 
2o3  Divinity   of  Chrt  >t. 
 
 6  O,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
 Where  He  unveils  His  lovely  face; 
 Where  all  His  beauties  you  behold, 
 And  sing  His  name  to  hwps  of  gold ! 
 
 262  P.  M. 
 
 1  Ye  angels  who  stand  around  the  throne, 
 
 And  view  my  IrnmanuePs  face, 
 In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known — 
 Tune  all  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise. 
 
 2  He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
 
 He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair ; 
 For  you  He  was  mighty  to  save — 
 Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  tbere. 
 
 3  Oh !  when  will  the  period  appear, 
 
 When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 
 I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
 And  I  to  your  Savior  belong. 
 
 4  I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay*, 
 
 I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 
 I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 
 
 My  God  and  my  Savior  to  see. 
 
 5  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 
 
 Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  th^Lamb; 
 I  want  to  be  one  of  His  choir, 
 
 And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  His  name. 
 
Divinity    of  Christ.  209 
 
 I  want,  oh  !  I  want  to  be  there, 
 To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu ; 
 
 Jour  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 
 To  wander  and  worship  with  you. 
 
 263  L.  M. 
 
 1  "  I  come,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 
 "A  year  of  freedom  to  declare, 
 From  debts  and  bondage  to  discharge, 
 And  Jews  and  Greeks  the  grace  shall  share." 
 
 2  "A  day  of  vengeance,  I  proclaim, 
 But  not  on  them,  the  storm  shall  fall, 
 On  Me,  its  thunders  shall  descend ; 
 
 My  strength,  My  love,  sustains  them  all," 
 
 3  Stupendous  favor ;  matchles  grace  ; 
 Jesus  has  died,  that  we  might  live, 
 Nor  world  below,  nor  worlds  above, 
 Could  so  divine  a  ransom  give. 
 
 4  To  Him  who  loved  His  chosen  race, 
 And  for  our  lives,  laid  down  His  own, 
 Let  songs  of  joyful  praises  rise, 
 Sublime,  eternal  as  His  throne. 
 
 264  L-  M. 
 
 1  When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, 
 Bleeding  to  death,  for  wretched  me, 
 Satan  and  sin,  no  more  can  move, 
 For  I  am  all  dissolved  in  love. 
 
2io  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my 
 
 heart, 
 In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part, 
 I  view  His  wounds  with  streaming  eyes, 
 But  see,  He  bows  His  head  and  dies! 
 
 3  Come,  mourners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 Wounded  and  dead,  and  bathed  in  blood! 
 Behold  His  side,  and  venture  near, 
 
 The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 
 
 4  Here  I  forgot  my  cares  and  pains, 
 
 I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains; 
 Only  the  fountain-head  above, 
 Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 
 
 5  O,  that  I  thus  could  always  feel ! 
 Lord,  more  and  more  Thy  love  reveal! 
 Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim, 
 The  grace  and  glory  of  Thy  name. 
 
 6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fears, 
 Revives  my  heart,  and  charmes  my  ear; 
 Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 
 
 And  satan  trembles  at  the  sound. 
 
 265  L.  M.  Fa-wcetU 
 
 1  Jesus,  the  heavenly  Lover,  gave 
 His  life  my  wretched  soul  to  save ; 
 Eesolved  to  make  His  mercy  known, 
 He  kindly  claims  me  for  His  own. 
 
Divinity   of  Clirist.  JIT 
 
 2  Rebellious  I  against  Him  strove, 
 Till  melted  and  constrained  by  love; 
 With  sin  and  self  I  freely  part — 
 
 The  heavenly  Bridegroom  wins  my  heart 
 
 3  My  guilt,  my  wretchedness  he  knows, 
 Yet  takes  and  owns  me  for  his  spouse ; 
 My  debts  He  pays  and  sets  me  free, 
 And  makes  His  riches  o'er  to  me. 
 
 4  My  filthy  rags  are  laid  aside, 
 
 He  clothes  me  as  becomes  His  bride; 
 Himself  bestows  my  wedding  dress — 
 The  robe  of  perfect  righteousness. 
 
 5  Lost  in  astonishment  I  see, 
 Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  for  me; 
 With  angels  I  Thy  grace  adore, 
 
 And  long  to  love  and  praise  Thee  more. 
 
 6  Since  Thou  wilt  take  me  for  Thy  bride, 
 0,  Savior,  keep  me  near  Thy  side ! 
 
 I  fain  would  give  Thee  all  my  heart, 
 Nor  ever  from  my  Lord  depart. 
 
 see  c.  m. 
 
 1  By  faith  my  Christ  I  now  behold 
 On  yonder  gloomy  tree. 
 He  bleeds  to  put  my  sins  away — 
 He  died,  my  soul,  for  thee. 
 
2i2  Divinity   of  Christ. 
 
 2  O,  see  the  bleeding  Prince  of  Life 
 
 On  Calv'ry's  mount  expire  ; 
 Muse  on  the  wondrous  scene  of  love, 
 And  reigning  grace  admire. 
 
 3  Stretoh'd  on  the  cross  thy  Savior  hung, 
 
 Sustain'd  thy  heavy  load, 
 Wash'd  all  thy  dreadful  crimes  away 
 In  streams  of  richest  blood. 
 
 4  Now  in  this  consecrated  road 
 
 Oh  !  may  we  ever  move, 
 Till  heav'nly  anthems  fill  our  souls 
 In  the  pure  realms  above. 
 
 2S7  C.  M.  Warn 
 
 1  Infinite  grief,  amazing  woe  ! 
 
 Behold  my  bleeding  Lord ! 
 Hell  and  the  Jews  conspire  His  death, 
 And  use  the  Roman  sword. 
 
 2  0,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
 "When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorni 
 His  sacred  body  tore. 
 
 8  But  knotty  whips  and  jag^od  thorns 
 In  vain  do  I  accuse ; 
 In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
 And  more  the  spiteful  Jews. 
 
Divinity    of  Christ.  21? 
 
 4  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 
 His  chief  tormenters  were  ; 
 Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
 And  unbelief  a  spear. 
 
 268  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  The  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
 
 The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
 So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
 Before  the  rising  dawn. 
 
 2  No  smoking  sweets  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
 
 Nor  kid  nor  bullock  slain  ; 
 Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names, 
 Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
 
 3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 
 
 His  mitre  and  his  rest, 
 "When  God  Himself  comes  down  to  be 
 The  off 'ring  and  the  priest. 
 
 4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 
 
 The  wonders  of  His  love ; 
 For  us  He  paid  His  life  below, 
 And  prays  for  us  above. 
 
 5  "Father,"  he  cries,  "forgive  their  sins. 
 
 For  I  myself  have  died  !" 
 And  then  He  shows  His  open  veins, 
 And  pleads  His  wounded  side. 
 
214  Divinity  of  Christ 
 
 269  L.  M.  Stennttt, 
 
 1  'Tis  finished — so  the  Savior  cried 
 
 And  meekly  bow'd  His  head  and  died; 
 'Tis  finished — yes  the  race  is  run, 
 The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
 
 %  'Tis  finished — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
 And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 
 Is  now  fulfilled  as  was  design'd, 
 In  me  the  Savior  of  mankind. 
 
 3  'Tis  finished — Aaron  now  no  more 
 
 Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore; 
 The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
 The  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 
 
 4  'Tis  finish'd — this   my  dying  groan 
 
 Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ! 
 Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
 By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 
 
 270  C.  M. 
 
 1  My  Savior,  on  Mount  Calvary, 
 
 And  near  Thy  cross  I  stand  ; 
 The  most  delightful  place  to  me 
 In  all  Judea's  land. 
 
 2  In  those  pierc'd  hands,  and  feet  and  side, 
 
 And  that  distressed  face, 
 With  reverence  let  me  always  view 
 The  Lord  my  righteousness. 
 
Divinity   of  Christ.  21$ 
 
 3  And  were  those  pains  endured  for  me  ? 
 Lord,  help  my  feeble  tongue 
 To  spread  the  wonders  of  Thy  love 
 In  a  melodious  song. 
 
 271  CM.  Watts 
 
 1  I  sing  my  Savior's  wondrous  death; 
 
 He  conquer'd  when  He  fell ; 
 "  'Tis  finished,"  said  His  dying  breath, 
 And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 
 
 2  "  'Tis  finished,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 
 
 Thy  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
 Hence  shall  His  sovereign  throne  arise, 
 His  kingdom  is  begun. 
 
 3  His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 
 
 For  glory  and  renown, 
 When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
 He  press'd  to  reach  the  crown. 
 
 4  Exalted  at  His  Father's  side 
 
 Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
 To  heaven  or  hell  His  hands  divide 
 The  vengeance  or  reward. 
 
 2*72  Beddcmt, 
 
 1  Ye  worlds  of  light  that  roll  so  near 
 The  Savior's  throne  of  shining  bliss, 
 O,  tell  how  mean  your  glories  are, 
 How  faint  and  few,  compared  with  His. 
 
216  Divinity  of  Christ, 
 
 2  We  sing  the  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
 Jesus,  the  spring  of  light  and  love; 
 
 See  how  its  rays,  diffused  from  'far, 
 Conduct  us  to  the  realms  above  ! 
 
 3  Its  cheering  beams,  spread  wide  abroad, 
 Point  out  the  puzzled  christian's  way  ; 
 Still  as  he  goes  he  finds  the  road 
 Enlightened  with  a  constant  ray. 
 
 4  Thus  when  the  eastern  magi  brought 
 Their  royal  gifts,  a  star  appears, 
 Directs  them  to  the  Babe  they  sought, 
 And  guides  their  steps,  and  caJms  their  fear. 
 
 5  When  shall  we  reach  the  heavenly  place 
 Where  this  bright  Star  shall  brightest  shine! 
 Leave  far  behind  these  scenes  of  night, 
 And  view  a  lustre  so  divine  ? 
 
 273  C.  M. 
 
 1  Ye  trembling  souls  who  still  decline 
 
 To  walk  in  His  commands, 
 Your  Jesus  chides  your  lingering  faith, 
 And  says,  "  Behold  my  hands. u 
 
 2  "  These  hands  were  pierced  and  ton*  to* 
 
 you 
 To  make  your  bliss  complete  ; 
 For  you  I  trod  the  place  of  skulls, 
 And  now  behold  My  feet. 
 
Divinity  of  Christ.  217 
 
 3  "  My  temples  bore  the  thorny  crown 
 
 While  foes  did  me  deride  ; 
 My  vital  current  ran  for  you, 
 And  now  behold  my  side." 
 
 4  Amazed,  we  cry,  forgive,  0,  Lord, 
 
 Forgive  our  senseless  frame  ; 
 May  such  almighty  love  as  this 
 Make  us  to  love  Thy  name. 
 
 274  C.  M.  Stenntti, 
 
 1  Yonder — amazing  sight! — I  see 
 
 The  incarnate  Son  of  God 
 Expiring  on  the  fatal  tree, 
 And  weltering  in  His  blood 
 
 2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 
 
 Down  from  His  hands  and  head; 
 The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun, 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky, 
 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud, 
 And  with  the  amazed  centurion  cry, 
 "  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
 
 4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
 
 May  well  my  hope  revive ; 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
 The  sinner  sure  may  live. 
 
2l8  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 5  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  ! 
 
 275  S.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 
 
 And  left  the  fold  of  God, 
 Each  wand' ring  in  a  different  way, 
 But  all  the  downward  road. 
 
 2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
 
 When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
 And  did  at  once  His  vengeance  pour 
 Upon  our  Shepherd's  head. 
 
 3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
 
 When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke! 
 His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
 A  ransom  for  the  flock. 
 
 4  His  honor  and  His  breath 
 
 Were  taken  quite  away , 
 Joined  with  the  wicked  in  His  death, 
 And  made  as  vile  as  they. 
 
 5  But  God  shall  raise  His  head 
 
 O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
 And  make  Him  see  a  numerous  seed 
 To  recompense  His  pain. 
 
Divinity  of  Christ.  2ig 
 
 6  «m  give  Him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
 "A  portion  with  the  strong ; 
 He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
 And  hold  His  honors  long." 
 
 276  C.  M.  Steele 
 
 1  The  Savior!  O,  what  endless  charms, 
 Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound! 
 Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
 And  spreads  delight  around. 
 
 %  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine 
 In  rich  profusion  flow, 
 For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
 And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 
 
 3  The  mighty  Former  of  the  skies 
 
 Descends  to  our  abode, 
 While  angels  view  with  wondering  eyes, 
 And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 
 
 4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine, 
 
 Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ; 
 Dear  Savior,  let  me  call  Thee  mine; 
 1  can  not  wish  for  more. 
 
 5  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 
 
 Beneath  Thy  cross  1  fall ; 
 My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice. 
 My  Savior  and  my  all. 
 
220  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 2?7*7  S.  M.  W.  Thompson. 
 
 1  My  Father  and  my  God, 
 
 O,  teach  me  to  draw  near, 
 And  may  I  feel  a  child-like  love, 
 And  not  a  slavish  fear. 
 
 2  O  let  my  soul  be  filled 
 
 With  Thy  paternal  grace, 
 While  in  humility  I  come 
 And  stand  before  Thy  face. 
 
 3  A  rebel  I  have  been, 
 
 And  still  remain  the  same, 
 But  Thou  hast  bid  me  come  to  Thee 
 In  Jesus'  worthy  name. 
 
 4  Lord,  in  His  name  I  come, 
 
 And  praise  Thee  for  Thy  grace  ; 
 Unworthy  as  I  know  I  am, 
 I  love  to  see  Thy  face. 
 
 273  C.  M. 
 
 1  O,  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  ! 
 
 (The  God  resides  within); 
 His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain, 
 His  soul  without  a  sin. 
 
 2  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn. 
 
 Silent  their  harps  abide; 
 Suspended  songs  a  moment  mourn 
 The  Savior,  loved  and  died. 
 
Divinity  of  Chri't.  331 
 
 3  Then  all  at  once  to  living  strains 
 
 They  summoned  every  chord, 
 Tell  how  He  triumphed  o'er  His  pains, 
 And  chant  the  rising  Lord. 
 
 4  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 
 
 And  sing  with  angels,  too  ; 
 My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
 Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 
 
 b  I  would  begin  the  musio  here, 
 And  so  my  soul  should  rise; 
 O,  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
 My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 
 
 6  There  ye  that  love  my  Savior  sit, 
 There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
 Among  your  thrones  or  at  your  feet, 
 So  I  might  see  His  face. 
 
 279  c.  m. 
 
 1  Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the   Savior  comes, 
 
 The  Savior  promised  long  ; 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
 And  every  voice  a  song. 
 
 2  On  Him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 
 
 Exerts  His  sacred  fire  ; 
 "Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
 His  holy  breast  inspire. 
 
<822  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 3  He  comes  the  prisoner  to  release 
 
 In  satan's  bondage  held ; 
 The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
 The  iron  fetters  yield. 
 
 4  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 
 
 To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
 And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night, 
 To  pour  celestial  day. 
 
 5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
 
 The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
 And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace, 
 To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
 
 6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
 And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
 With  Thy  beloved  name. 
 
 2SO  L-  M-  W****> 
 
 1  Behold  the  woman's  promised  seed ; 
 
 Behold  the  great  Messiah  comes; 
 Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
 To  give  Him  superior  room. 
 
 2  Abra'm,  the  saint,  rejoiced  of  old 
 
 When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw; 
 Moses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
 This  great  Fulfiller  of  His  law. 
 
Divinity  of  Christ.  323 
 
 3  The  types  bore  witness  to  His  name, 
 
 Obtained  their  chief  design  and  ceased  . 
 The  incense  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
 The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 
 
 4  Prediction  in  abundance  meet, 
 
 Tojoin  their  blessing  on  His  head; 
 Jesus,  we  worship  at  Thy  feet, 
 
 And  nations  own  the  promised  seed. 
 
 281  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  The  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heavens  proclaim 
 
 His  birth,  the  nations  lea\  n  His  name, 
 An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
 Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 
 
 2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies 
 
 Go  worship  where  the  Savior  lies ; 
 Angels  and  kings  before  Him  bow, 
 Those  godson  high  and  gods  below. 
 
 3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
 
 And  their  own  worshippers   confound; 
 But  Judah  shout  and  Zion  sing, 
 
 And  each  confess  her  sovereign  King. 
 
 282  C  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  has  come, 
 Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
 Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  Him  room. 
 And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 
 
234  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 2  Joy  to  the  earth !  the  Savior  reigns  I 
 
 Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
 "While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
 plains, 
 Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
 
 3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
 
 Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
 He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  known 
 Far  as  the  curse  is  found 
 
 4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
 And  wonders  of  His  love. 
 
 283  S.  M.  Doddra<t. 
 
 1  My  soul  with  joy  attend, 
 
 While  Jesus  silence  breaks  ; 
 No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields 
 As  what  my  Shepherd  speaks. 
 
 2  "I  know  My  sheep  !"  He  cries  ; 
 
 "  My  soul  approves  them  well ; 
 Vain  is  the  world's  delusive  guise. 
 And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 
 
 3  "  I  freely  feed  them  now 
 
 With  tokens  of  My  love, 
 But  richer  pastures  I  prepare^ 
 And  sweeter  streams,  above. 
 
Divinity  of  Christ.  225 
 
 £  <l  Unnumbered  years  of  bliss 
 I  to  My  people  give ; 
 And  while  My  throne  unshaken  stands 
 Shall  all  My  chosen  live. 
 
 &  "  This  tried,  almighty  hand 
 Is  raised  for  their  defense ; 
 Where  is  the  power  shall  reach  them  there, 
 Or  what  shall  force  from  thence  ?" 
 
 6  "  Enough,  my  gracious  Lord," 
 Let  faith  triumphant  cry ; 
 "  My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live- 
 Can  with  this  promise  die." 
 
 284=  C.  M. 
 
 1  Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night 
 Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
 
 When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light, 
 A  wondrous  scene  unfurl'd  ! 
 
 2  Hark  !  the  cherubic  voices  shout. 
 And  glory  leads  the  song  ! 
 
 Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
 Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 
 
 3  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat : 
 Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
 
 Good  win  and  peace  are  now  complete; 
 Jesus  w?#  ^rn  to  die. 
 W 
 
a26  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 4  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  forever  hail! 
 
 Redeemer,  brother,  friend; 
 Though  ^a^th,  and  time,  and  life  should  wl, 
 
 Thy  praise  shall  never  end, 
 
 285  L-  M.  Medley. 
 
 1  Ail  hail,  Thou  Great  Immanuel, 
 
 Thy  love,  Thy  glory,  who  can  tell  { 
 Angels  and  all  the  heavenly  host 
 Are  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost 
 
 2  Mortals  with  reverential  songs, 
 
 Take  this  dear  name  upon  your  tougues; 
 With  holy  fear  attempt  His  praise. 
 In  solemn  yet  triumphant  lays. 
 
 3  Among  a  thousand  forms  of  love, 
 
 In  which  He  shines  and  smiles  a«ove, 
 This  with  peculiar  joy  we  view, 
 
 He's  David's  root  and  offspring,   too. 
 
 4  There  Jesus  in  the  glorious  plan, 
 
 Shines   the  great  God,  the    w^odrous 
 Man; 
 
 As  God,  the  root  of  all  our  bliss, 
 
 As  Man,  the  branch  of  righteousness. 
 
 5  All  hail,  Thou  dear  redeeming  L^rd, 
 
 All  hail,  Thou  co-essential  word; 
 
 All  hail,  Thou  root  and  branch  divine, 
 
 All  hail,  and  be  the  glory  Tume. 
 
Death  and  Kcsurrecti  n  t2f 
 
 DEATH  AND  .RESURRECTION. 
 
 286  L-  M.  Watts 
 
 1  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
 
 What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are. 
 L>eath  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
 
 Fright  our  approaching  souls  away. 
 Still  we  shrink  ba«k  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
 
 My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
 Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
 Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 
 
 4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
 
 Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
 While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
 And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 
 
 287  C.  M. 
 
 1  That  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
 
 Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
 And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
 And  withered  all  her  joys. 
 
 2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time; 
 
 When  what  we  now  deplore 
 
 Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
 
 And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 
 
228  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 3  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears, 
 
 Religion  points  on  high  ; 
 There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
 And  joys  that  can  not  die. 
 
 288  C.  M.  Warn 
 
 1  Time,  what  an  empty  vapor 'tis, 
 
 And  days,  how  swift  they  are; 
 Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
 Or  like  a  shooting  star. 
 
 2  The  present  moments  just  appear, 
 
 Then  slide  away  in  haste; 
 That  we  can  never  say  they're  here, 
 But  only  say  they're  past. 
 
 $  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
 And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
 The  moment  when  our  lives  begin 
 We  all  begin  to  die. 
 
 4  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  fleeting  day3 
 
 Thy  lasting  favors  share ; 
 Yet  with  the  bounties  of  Thy  grace 
 Thou  lead'st  the  rolling  year. 
 
 280  8s.  6s 
 
 1  My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 
 My  race  is  nearly  run, 
 My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 
 My  triumph  is  begun 
 
Death  and  Resurreciiork  239 
 
 Chorus — 0,  come,  angel  band, 
 Come  and  around  me  stand, 
 And  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings 
 
 To  my  immortal  home, 
 0,  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 
 To  my  immortal  home. 
 
 2  I  know  I'm  nearing  the  heavenly  ranks 
 Of  friends  and  kindred  dear  ; 
 I  brush  the  dew  on  Jordan's  banks, 
 The  crossing  must  be  near. 
 
 8  I've  almost  join'd  my  heavenly  home, 
 
 My  spirit  loudly  sings  ; 
 The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come  ! 
 I  hear  their  vesper  wings. 
 
 4  0,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  Him 
 Who  bled  and  died  for  me ; 
 Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  am, 
 And  give  us  victory. 
 
 2SO  S.  M. 
 
 1  And  is  there  Lord,  a  rest, 
 
 For  weary  souls  designed, 
 Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
 Or  sorrow  entrance  find  I 
 
 2  Is  there  a  blissful  home 
 
 Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
 And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
 From  that  serene  retreat  ? 
 
•330  Death  and  Rtsurrection. 
 
 3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields, 
 
 Where  naught  that  blooms  shall  die, 
 Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure  yields 
 And  healthful  breezes  sigh  ? 
 
 4  Are  there  celestial  streams 
 
 Where  living  waters  glide, 
 With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel  dreams, 
 And  flowery  banks  beside  ? 
 
 5  Forever  blessed  they 
 
 Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
 While  endless  ages  waste  away 
 Amid  that  glorious  land. 
 
 6  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 
 
 While  toilsome  years  are  given  : 
 Then  let  me,  gracious  Lord,  ascend 
 To  sweet  repose  in  heaven. 
 
 291  *s-  4«. 
 
 1  Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee, 
 E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
 
 That  raiseth  me, 
 
 Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection,  231 
 
 •"}    Tho'  like  the  wanderer, 
 
 Daylight  all  gone, 
 Darkness  be  over  me, 
 
 My  rest  a  stone, 
 
 Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be. 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 3  There  let  the  way  appear, 
 
 Steps  unto  heaven 
 All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 
 
 In  mercy  given ; 
 
 Angels  to  beckon  me 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 
 
 Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
 Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
 
 Bethel  I'll  raise, 
 
 So  by  m  •  woes  to  be, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 £    Dr  if  on  joyful  wing, 
 
 Clearing  the  sky, 
 Sun.  moon  and  stars  forgot,, 
 Upward  I  fly ; 
 
232  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 Still  all  my  song  shall  r*sr 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 Nearer  my  God  to  Thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 2Q2  L.  M.  JVcuts. 
 
 1  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
 How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date: 
 Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
 Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death? 
 
 2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die 
 Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
 Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign, 
 Or  hast  Thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 
 
 3  "  Where  is  Thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
 Are  not  Thy  servants  turned  to  dust?" 
 But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
 And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 
 
 4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
 Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
 And  clears  the  honors  of  Thy  word : 
 Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 
 
 293  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 
 Where,  life's  vain  tumults  past, 
 The  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 
 Receives  us  all  at  last ! 
 
Death  and  Resurreccion.  233 
 
 2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease, 
 
 Their  passions  rage  no  more, 
 And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
 From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 
 
 3  All  leveled  by  the  hand  of  death. 
 
 Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 
 Till  God  in  judgment  calls  them  forth 
 To  meet  their  final  doom. 
 
 2V)^=  L.  M.  IVatts. 
 
 1  Absent  from  flesh  !  O,  blissful  thought, 
 What  unknown  joys  this  moment  brings, 
 Freed  from  the  mischiefs  sin  has  brought, 
 From  pains,  and  fears,  and  all  their  springs. 
 
 2  Absent  from  flesh  !  illustrious  day, 
 Surprising  scene  !  triumphant  stroke 
 That  rends  the  prison  of  my  clay, 
 And  I  can  feel  my  fetters  broke. 
 
 3  Absent  from  flesh  !     Then  rise,  my  soul, 
 Where  feet  nor  wings  could  never  climb. 
 Beyond  the  heavens,  where  planets  roll, 
 Measuring  the  cares  and  joys  of  time. 
 
 4  I  go  where  God  and  glory  shine, 
 His  presence  makes  eternal  day, 
 My  all  tnat  is  mortal  I  resign, 
 For  angels  wait  and  point  my  way. 
 
234  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 &S5  C.  M. 
 
 1  And  is  thy  lovely  shadow  fled  ? 
 
 Yet  stop  those  fruitless  tears  ; 
 
 He  from  a  thousand  pangs  is  freed, 
 
 You  from  ten  thousand  fears. 
 
 2  Though  lost,  he's  lost  to  earth  alone ; 
 
 Above  he  will  be  found, 
 Amidst  the  stars  and  near  the  throne, 
 Which  babes  like  him  surround. 
 
 3  Look  upward,  and  your  child  you'll  see, 
 
 Fixed  in  his  blest  abode  ; 
 What  parent  would  not  childless  be 
 To  give  a  child  to  God  ? 
 
 £96  C  M. 
 
 1  Alas  !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower 
 
 Which  bloomed  and  cheered  my  kea*i 
 Fair,  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour, 
 How  soon  we're  called  to  part. 
 
 2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 
 
 That  God,  Whose  ways  are  love, 
 Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
 For  her  who  rests  above? 
 
 3  No  !     Let  me  rather  humbly  pay 
 
 Obedience  to  His  will, 
 And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
 "The  Lord  is  righteous  still." 
 
Death  and  Rtsurrection.  235 
 
 4  From  adverse  blasts  and  lowering  storms 
 
 Her  favored  6oul  he  bore; 
 And  with  yon  bright,  angelic  forms, 
 She  lives  to  die  no  more. 
 
 5  Why  should  I  vex  my  heart,  or  fast  ? 
 
 .No  more  she'll  visit  me; 
 M>  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
 And  there  my  child  I'll  see. 
 
 6  Prepare,  my  blessed  Lord,  to  share 
 
 The  bass  Thy  people  prove; 
 Who  round  Thy  glorious  throne  appear, 
 And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 
 
 297  S.  M. 
 
 1  0,  sing  to  me  of  heaven 
 
 When  I  am  called  to  die ; 
 Sing  son^s  of  holy  ecstasy 
 10  watt  my  soul  on  high. 
 
 Chorus — There'll  be  no  sorrow  there; 
 There'll  be  no  sorrow  there ; 
 In  neaven  above  where  all  is  love 
 There'll  be  no  sorrow  there. 
 
 2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 
 
 Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 
 Break  forth  in  songs  of  joyfulness, 
 Let  heaven  be_riu  below. 
 
236  Death  and  Resurrection, 
 
 3  When  the  last  moments  come, 
 
 O,  watch  my  dying  face 
 To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam 
 Which  o'er  my  features  plays. 
 
 4  Then  to  my  raptured  ear 
 
 Let  one  sweet  song  be  given ; 
 
 Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
 
 And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 
 
 5  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 
 
 Assemble  those  I  love, 
 And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven> 
 My  glorious  home  above, 
 
 THE  OLD  CHURCH-YARD. 
 
 298 
 
 1  Oh,  come,  come  with  me,  to  the  old  church- 
 yard, 
 
 I    well-know    the    path,  through    the    soft 
 green  sward ; 
 
 Friends    slumber  there,  we  were  wont   to 
 regard. 
 
 We'll    trace   out    their    names,  in  the   old 
 church -yard; 
 
 Oh,  mourn  not  for  them,  their  grief  is  o'er, 
 
 Weep  not  for  them,  they  weep  no  more, 
 
 For  deep  is  their  sleep,  though  cold  and 
 hard 
 
 Their  pillows  may  be  in  the  old  church-yard. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  237 
 
 2  I  know  it  seems  vain,  when  friends  depart, 
 To  breathe  kind  words  to  the  broken  heart ; 
 I  know  that  the  joys  of  life  seem  marred, 
 When  we   follow  our   friends    to    the    old 
 
 church-yard  ; 
 But  were  I  at  rest,  beneath  yon  tree, 
 Why  should  you  weep,  dear  friends,  for  me  ? 
 I'm  wayworn  and  sad,  O,  why  then  retard 
 The  rest  that  I  seek  in  the  old  church-yard, 
 
 3  Our  friends  linger  there,  in  sweetest  repose, 
 Re) eased  from  the  world's  sad  bereavements 
 
 and  woea ; 
 
 And  who  would  not  rest  with  the  friends 
 they  regard 
 
 In  quietude  sweet,  in  the  old  church-yard? 
 
 We'll  rest  in  the  hope  of  that  bright  day, 
 
 When  beauty  shall  spring  from  the  prison 
 of  clay, 
 
 When  Gabriel's  voice  and  the  trump  of  the 
 Lord, 
 
 Shall  awaken  the  dead  in  the  old  church- 
 yard. 
 
 4  Oh,  weep  not  for  me,  I  am  anxious  to  go, 
 To  that  haven  of  rest  where  tears  never  flow; 
 I  fear  not  to  enter  that  dark  lonely  ward  ; 
 For  soon  shall  I  rise  from  the  old  church- 
 yard; 
 
238  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 Yes,  soon  shall  I  join  that  heavenly  band 
 
 Of  glorified  souls,  at  my  Savior's  right  hand ; 
 
 Forever  to  dwell  in  bright  mansions  pre- 
 pared 
 
 For  the  saints,  who  shall  rise  from  the  old 
 church-yard. 
 
 299  S.  M.  Montgomery. 
 
 1  "  Servant  of  God,  well  done; 
 
 Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ; 
 The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won, 
 Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 
 
 2  The  voice  at  midnight  came ; 
 
 He  started  up  to  hear ; 
 A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame- 
 He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 
 
 3  Tranquil,  amid  alarms, 
 
 It  found  him  on  the  field, 
 A  veteran,  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
 Beneath  his  glit'ring  shield. 
 
 4  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 
 
 Labor  and  sorrow  cease; 
 And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
 His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
 
 5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ; 
 
 Praise  be  thy  now  employ; 
 And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
 Rest  in  thy  Savior's  joy. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  239 
 
 300  7s-  7-  H'  Bancroft. 
 
 1  Brother,  though  from  younder  sky, 
 Cometh  neither  voice  nor  cry, 
 
 Yet  we  know  for  thee,  to-day, 
 Every  pain  hath  past  away. 
 
 2  Not  for  thee  shall  tears  be  given, 
 Child  of  God  and  heir  of  Heaven  ; 
 For  He  gave   thee  sweet  release ; 
 Thine  the  christian's  death  of  peace. 
 
 3  Well  we  know  thy  living  faith 
 Had  the  power  to  conquer  death, 
 As  a  living  rose  may  bloom 
 
 By  the  border  of  the  tomb. 
 
 4  Brother,  in  that  solemn  trust, 
 We  commend  thee,  dust  to  dust; 
 In  that  faith  we  wait,  till  risen, 
 Thou  shalt  meet  us  all  in  heaven. 
 
 5  While  we  weep  as  Jesus  wept, 
 Thou  shalt  sleep  as  Jesus  slept ; 
 With  thy  Savior  thou  shalt  rest, 
 Crowned,  and  glorified  and  blest. 
 
 3 01  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
 Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
 Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
 And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
 
240  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
 
 And  never-withering  flowers; 
 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 
 
 This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
 
 3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
 
 Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
 So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
 While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
 
 4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 
 
 To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
 And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
 And  fear  to  launch  away. 
 
 5  Oh  !  could  we  make  those  doubts  remove, 
 
 Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
 And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
 With  unbeclouded  eyes. 
 
 6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
 
 And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
 Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
 Could  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
 
 302  L-  M.  Mrs.  MacKay. 
 
 1  Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep, 
 
 From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep — 
 A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose. 
 Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  24.1 
 
 2  Asleep  in  Jesus!  0,  how  sweet 
 To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet. 
 With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
 That  death  hath  lost  its  cruel  sting. 
 
 3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
 Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
 No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hou* 
 That  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 
 
 4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0,  for  me 
 May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 
 Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
 Waiting1  the  summons  from  on  high. 
 
 5  Asieep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
 
 Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
 But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
 From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 
 
 303  L-  M. 
 
 1  Dear  is  the  spot  where  christians  sleep, 
 
 And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits  pour, 
 0,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep? 
 They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 
 
 2  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 
 
 By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more 
 Eternal  happiness  they  share, 
 
 Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 
 
242  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 3  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above, 
 
 In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar, 
 Embracing  in  the  arms  ot  love 
 
 The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 
 
 4  To  Jordan's  bank,  whene'er  we  come, 
 
 And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 
 Jesus,  convey  us  safely  home, 
 
 To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 
 
 304r  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  J 
 
 And  humbly  own  to  Thee 
 How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame — 
 What  dying  worms  are  we ! 
 
 2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
 
 As  months  and  days  increase; 
 And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
 Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 
 
 The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
 
 Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 
 
 We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 
 
 4  Dangers    stand    thick    through    all    the 
 
 ground, 
 To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
 And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  243 
 
 5   Waken,  O,  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
 To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 
 And  if  our  souls  be  hurried  hence, 
 May  they  be  found  with  God. 
 
 305  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Hark  from  the  tomb  a  doleful  sound, 
 
 My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
 Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
 Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
 
 2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
 
 In  ppite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
 The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  nead 
 Must  lie  as  low  as  ours. 
 
 i  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom, 
 And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
 Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepared  no  more? 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace 
 To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
 Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
 We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
 
 30 S  L-  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame, 
 
 Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  ; 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
 
 And  spend  the  remnant  to  Thy  praise. 
 
244  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  ; 
 
 A  little  point,  my  life  appears  ; 
 How  frail  at  best,  is  dying  man, 
 
 How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears. 
 
 3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise  and  show, 
 
 Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind? 
 He  heaps  up  treasures  mixed  with  woe, 
 And  dies  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 
 
 4  0,  be  a  nobler  portion  mine, 
 
 My  God,  I  bow  before  Thy  throne ; 
 Earth's  fleeting  pleasures  I  resign, 
 And  fix  my  hope  on  Thee  alone. 
 
 307  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene, 
 
 When  virtue  yields  its  breath  ; 
 How  sweetly  beams  the  smile  serene 
 Upon  the  cheek  of  death. 
 
 2  The  christain's  hope  no  fear  can  blight* 
 
 No  pain  his  peace  destroy ; 
 He  views  beyond  the  realms  of  light 
 A  pure  and  endless  joy. 
 
 3  0,  who  can  gaze  with  heedless  eye 
 
 On  scenes  so  fair  as  this; 
 Who  but  exclaims,  "Thus  let  me  die, 
 And  be  my  end  like  His." 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  245 
 
 306  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Let  death  dissolve  my  body  now, 
 
 And  bear  my  spirit  home; 
 Why  do  my  days  move  on  so  slow, 
 Nor  my  salvation  come? 
 
 2  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 
 
 A  crown  which  can  not  fade ; 
 The  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 
 Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 
 
 3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 
 
 From  every  ill  design  ; 
 And  to  His  heavenly  kingdom  take 
 This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 
 
 4  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 
 
 My  portion  and  my  friend ; 
 To  Him  be  highest  glory  paid, 
 In  ages  without  end. 
 
 309  Waits, 
 
 1  Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
 To  Bee  Thy  lovely  face, 
 
 To  dwell  whole  ages  in  Thy  sight, 
 And  feel  Thy  vital  rays. 
 
 2  This  Gabriel  knows,  and  sings  Thy  name 
 With  rapture  on  his  tongue; 
 
 Moses,  the  saint,  enjoys  the  same, 
 And  heaven  repeats  the  song. 
 
246  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 3  While  the  bright  nation  sounds  Thy  praise 
 From  each  eternal  hill, 
 
 Sweet  odors  of  exhaling  grace 
 The  happy  region  fill. 
 
 4  Thy  love — a  sea  without  a  shore — 
 Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad ; 
 
 Oh  !  'tis  a  heaven  worth  dying  for 
 To  see  a  smiling  God. 
 
 310  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
 
 Eternal  and  on  high, 
 And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
 Till  God  s'hall  bicTit  fly. 
 
 2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
 
 Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 
 
 Then,  O,  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
 
 Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 
 
 3  'Tis  He,  by  His  almighty  grace, 
 
 That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven, 
 And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
 Has  His  own  Spirit  given. 
 
 4  "We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
 
 Faith  lives  upon  His  word; 
 
 And  while  the  body  is  our  home 
 
 We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  247 
 
 5   'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  Thy  grace, 
 But  we  had  rather  see; 
 We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
 Aid  present,  Lord,  with  Thee. 
 
 311  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  short  the  race  our  friend  has  run, 
 
 Cut  down  in  all  his  bloom; 
 The  course  but  yesterday  begun, 
 Now  finished  in  the  tomb. 
 
 2  "  Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 
 
 0,  man  of  woman  born ; 
 Thy  doom  is  written,  dust  thou  art, 
 To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 
 
 3  Thou  blooming  youth,  hence  learn  how 
 
 soon 
 Thy  years  may  end  their  flight; 
 Long,  long  before  life's  brilliant  noon, 
 May  come  death's  gloomy  night. 
 
 4  And  now,  O,  Lord,  reveal  Thy  grace, 
 
 The  youthful  hearts  to  gain, 
 And  make  them  early  seek  Thy  face, 
 And  never  seek  in  vain. 
 
 312  L.  M. 
 
 1   Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
 
 Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream, 
 An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
 Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 
 
248  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 2  Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set, 
 
 How  short  the  term  !  how  frail  the  state; 
 And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
 
 We  rather  sigh  and  groan  than  live. 
 
 3  But,  0,  how  oft  Thy  frown  appears 
 
 And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ; 
 Thy  frown  awakes  our  humble  dread, 
 We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  us  dead- 
 
 4  Teach  us,  0,  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
 
 And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span  ; 
 'Till  we  Thy  great  salvation  see, 
 Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  Thee. 
 
 313  C.  M.  Watt* 
 
 1  O,  for  an  overcoming  faith, 
 
 To  cheer  my  dying  hours ; 
 To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death, 
 And  all  his  frightful  powers. 
 
 2  Joyful  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
 
 My  quivering  lips  shall  sing, 
 Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  srrave, 
 And  where  the  monster's  sting? 
 
 3  If  sin  he  pardoned,  I'm  secure — 
 
 Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 
 The  law  gives  sin  its  killing  power 
 But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  249 
 
 4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
 Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
 TVrho  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
 Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 
 
 314  C.  M. 
 
 1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
 And  let  it  faint  or  die ! 
 
 My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale 
 
 And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
 Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints 
 
 And  find  its  long- sought  rest, 
 That  only  bli^s  for  which  it  pants, 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
 
 2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
 I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
 
 And  gladly  wander  up  and  down 
 
 And  smile  at  toil  and  pain; 
 I'll  suffer  on  my  three-score  years, 
 
 Till  my  Deliverer  come 
 And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 
 
 And  take  His  exile  home. 
 
 3  Oh,  what  hath  Jesus  done  for  me! 
 Before  my  raptured  eyes, 
 
 Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
 
 And  trees  of  paradise, 
 l  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
 
 Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 
 They  are  all  robed  in  spotless  white, 
 
 And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 
 
Z50  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 4  Oh,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here 
 
 If  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet, 
 With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear 
 
 And  worship  at  Thy  feet? 
 Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 
 
 Take  life  or  friends  away, 
 But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
 
 In  that  eternal  day. 
 
 315  8s.  4s. 
 
 1  Every  moment  brings  me  nearer 
 To  my  long-bought  rest  above; 
 
 Higher  mounts  my  soul  and  higher, 
 Oh,  how  happy  to  remove! 
 
 Then,  forever, 
 I  shall  sing  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Soon  shall  I  be  gone  to  glory, 
 Join  the  bright,  angelic  race; 
 
 There  repeat  the  pleasing  story, 
 I  was  saved  by  sovereign  grace; 
 
 And  forever, 
 View  my  loving  Savior's  face. 
 
 3  Though  my  burden  sore  oppress  me, 
 And  I  shrink  beneath  my  pain, 
 
 t>esus,  He  will  soon  release  me, 
 And  your  loss  will  be  my  gain  ; 
 
 Precious  Savior, 
 With  my  Lord  I  shall  remain. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  251 
 
 316  8s.  48. 
 
 1  When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
 
 And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
 And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
 
 The  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise — 
 The  soul,  for  joy,  now  spreads  her  wings, 
 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 Vain  world,  adieu. 
 
 2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
 
 Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore  ; 
 The  tree  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
 
 The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream — 
 Again  for  joy  she  spreads  her  wings, 
 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 I'm  going  home. 
 
 3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
 
 More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  ; 
 With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
 
 Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil, 
 And  now  for  joy  she  folds  her  wings, 
 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 I'm  safe  at  home. 
 
 317  8s.  9s. 
 
 lMy    buried  friends  can  I  forget, 
 Or  must  the  grave  eternal  sever? 
 They  linger  in  my  memory  yet 
 And  in  my  heart  they  live  forever. 
 
252  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 They  loved  me  once  with  love  sincere; 
 
 And  never  did  their  love  deceive  ine  ; 
 But  often  in  my  conflicts  here, 
 
 They  rallied  quickly  to  relieve  me. 
 
 2  I  fain  would  weep — but  what  of  tears? 
 
 No  tears  of  mine  could  e'er  recall  them; 
 Nor  would  I  wish  that  grov'ling  cares, 
 
 No  cares  like  mine,  should  e'er  befall  ttiem. 
 They  rest  in  realms  of  light  and  love, 
 
 They  dwell  upon  the  Mount  of  Glory ; 
 They  bask  in  beams  of  bliss  above, 
 
 And  shout  to  tell  their  happy  story. 
 
 3  I  heard  them  bid  the  world  adieu, 
 
 I  saw  them  on  the  rolling  billow ; 
 Their  far-ofi  home  appeared  in  view, 
 
 While  yet  they  pressed  a  dying  pillow. 
 I  heard  the  parting  pilgrim  tell 
 
 While  passing  Jordan's  stormy  river, 
 "Adieu  to  earth,  for  all  is  well, 
 
 Now  all  is  well  with  me  forever." 
 
 4  O,  how  I  long  to  join  their  wing, 
 
 And    range   their  fields    of    blooming 
 flowers  ; 
 Come,  holy  watchers,  come  and  bring 
 
 A  mourner  to  your  blissful  bowers. 
 I'd  speed  with  rapture  on  my  way  ; 
 
 Nor  would  I  pause  at  Jordan's  river  ; 
 With , songs  I'd  enter  endless  day, 
 
 And  live  with  my  loved  friends  forever. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  253 
 
 318  P.  m. 
 
 1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
 Quit,  0,  quit  this  dying  frame; 
 Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
 O,  the  pain,  the  bliss,  of  dying ! 
 Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
 And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
 
 2  Hark !  they  whisper ;  angels  say, 
 Sister  spirit,  come  away. 
 
 What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite — 
 Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight; 
 Drowns  my  spirit — draws  my  breath? 
 Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
 
 3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
 Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes;  my  ears 
 
 With  sounds  seraphic  ring; 
 Lend  your  wings  I  I  mount,  I  fly  ! 
 O,  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 
 O,  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
 
 319  CM.  Toplady. 
 
 1  JT'is  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope 
 
 That  when  the  change  shall  come, 
 Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
 And  waft  my  spirit  home. 
 
 2  There  shall  my  disimprisoned  scul 
 
 Behold  Him  and  adore; 
 Be  in  His  likeness  satisfied, 
 And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 
 
254  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 3  Shall  see  Him  wear  that  very  flesh 
 
 On  which  my  guilt  was  lain ; 
 His  love  intense,  His  merits  fresh 
 As  though  but  newly  slain. 
 
 4  These  eyes  shall  see  Him  in  that  day, 
 
 The  Christ  that  died  for  me ; 
 And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 
 Lord,  who  is  like  to  Thee? 
 
 5  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfoids, 
 
 Weak  as  it  is  below, 
 What  raptures  must  the  church  abova, 
 In  Jesus'  presence  know. 
 
 6  O,  may  the  sanction  of  these  truths 
 
 Forever  with  us  stay, 
 Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismissed. 
 My  spirit  flies  away. 
 
 320  C.  M. 
 
 1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declarer 
 To  those  in  Christ  who  die : 
 
 "  Released  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
 They'll  reign  with  Him  on  high." 
 
 2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 
 Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
 
 Death's  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
 To  call  us  to  His  arms. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  355 
 
 3  If  sin  be  pardoned  we're  secure, 
 Death  hath  no  sting  beside ; 
 
 The  law  gives  sin  condemning  power, 
 But  Christ,  my  Ransom,  died. 
 
 4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed, 
 When  in  the  grave  He  lay ; 
 
 And  rising  thence  their  hopes  He  raised 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 5  Then  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
 In  Christ  our  life  we'll  sing, 
 
 "Where  is  thy  victory,  O,  grave  ? 
 And  where,  0,  death,  thy  sting  ?" 
 
 321  a  M.  Wat* 
 
 1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 
 
 Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
 Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
 That  scarce  deserves  the  name. 
 
 2  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 
 
 That  built  our  body  first ; 
 And  every  month  and  every  day 
 'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 
 
 o  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
 
 Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
 Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
 Are  sweeping  us  away. 
 
256  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
 
 We'd  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
 We'd  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
 And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 
 
 5  They'd  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
 
 This  life's  tempestuous  sea ; 
 Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
 Of  blest  eternity. 
 
 322  C.  M.  Watts 
 
 1  Lord,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
 
 As  happy  Simeon  came, 
 And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here — 
 0,  make  our  joys  the  same. 
 
 2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 
 
 The  good  old  man  was  filled, 
 When  fondly,  in  his  withered  arms, 
 He  clasped  the  holy  Child. 
 
 3  Now,  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cried, 
 
 Behold,  Thy  servant  dies; 
 I've  seen  Thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
 And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 
 
 4  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  shine 
 
 Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
 Thine,  Israel,  glory,  and  their  hope, 
 To  break  their  slavish  bands. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  257 
 
 323  C.  M. 
 
 1  What  is  it  for  a  saint  to  die, 
 
 That  we  the  thought  should  fear? 
 'Tis  but  to  pass  the  heavenly  sky, 
 And  leave  pollution  here. 
 
 2  True,   death's   cold   stream    is  wondrous 
 
 deep, 
 And  heaven's  walls  are  high  ; 
 But  He  that  guards  us  while  we  sleep 
 Can  guide  us  when  we  die. 
 
 3  A  parting  world,  a  gaping  tomb, 
 
 Corruption  and  disease, 
 Are  thorny  paths  to  heaven,  our  home, 
 The  place  of  endless  bliss. 
 
 4  Eternal  glory  just  before, 
 
 And  Jesu3  waiting  there, 
 A  heavenly  gale  to  waft  us  o'er. 
 What  have  the  saints  to  fear? 
 
 324=  C.  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  When  those  we  love  are  snatched  away 
 By  death's  resistless  hand, 
 
 Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
 Which  pity  must  demand. 
 
 2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
 0,  may  this  truth  impressed 
 
 With  awful  power — I,  too,  must  die — 
 Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
 (9) 
 
2$&  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more; 
 Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
 
 It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour — - 
 To-morrow  death  may  come. 
 
 4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
 May  every  heart  obey  ; 
 
 Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain 
 Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 5  0,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 
 Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 
 
 Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
 And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
 
 6  Great  God,  Thy  sovereign  ^race  impart, 
 "With  cleansing,  healing  power; 
 
 This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
 For  death's  surprising  hour. 
 
 325  C.  M.  Watts- 
 
 1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  fnende  ? 
 Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
 
 'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
 To  call  them  to  His  arms. 
 
 2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 
 As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
 
 JNor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  ?icw 
 To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  259 
 
 3  Why  should  we  tremhle  to  convey 
 
 Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
 There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay 
 
 And  left  a  long  perfume. 
 
 4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  lie  blessed, 
 And  softened  every  bed; 
 
 Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
 But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 
 
 5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 
 And  showed  our  feet  the  way; 
 
 Up  to  the  Lord  we,  too,  shall  fly 
 At  the  great  rising  day. 
 
 326  C.  M.  Warn* 
 
 1  Death  can  not  make  our  souls  afraid, 
 
 If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
 We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shades, 
 And  never  yield  to  tear. 
 
 2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
 
 If  my  creator  bid, 
 And  run,  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
 And  die  as  Moses  did. 
 
 3  Might  T  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top 
 
 And  view  the  heavenly  land, 
 My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop 
 And  pray  for  the  command. 
 
260  Death  and  Resurrerfion. 
 
 Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 
 
 I  would  forget  my  breath, 
 And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
 
 Of  so  divine  a  death. 
 
 327  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
 
 And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
 When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
 And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
 
 2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
 
 The  hollow,  gaping  tomb  ; 
 This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
 Whene'er  the  summons  come. 
 
 3  O,  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 
 
 And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
 Then  would  oar  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
 And  converse  with  the  dead. 
 
 4  Then  we  should  see  the  saints  above, 
 
 In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
 And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
 To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
 
 5  How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesh 
 
 These  fetters,  and  this  load ; 
 
 And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
 
 That  we  may  rest  with  God. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  261 
 
 6  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
 Before  the  summons  come ; 
 And  pray  and  wish  ourselves  away 
 To  our  eternal  home. 
 
 328  CM.  IV.  Thompson. 
 
 Sung  by  his  request  while  on  his  death-bed.) 
 
 1  Time  like  a  fleeting  shadow  flies — 
 
 My  house  of  clay  must  fall ; 
 This  tabernacle  must  decay 
 And  vanish  as  a  scrawl. 
 
 2  My  youth  and  age,  my  months  and  years. 
 
 Like  grass  and  flowers  decay; 
 Before  the  mower's  scythe  of  death 
 They  soon  will  pass  away. 
 
 3  But  far  beyond  death's  gloomy  vale 
 
 A  heavenly  building  stands, 
 Prolific  streams  of  glory  flow 
 In  those  celestial  lands. 
 
 4  To  that  bright  world,  that  home  above, 
 
 My  longing  spirit  soars; 
 Where  God,  my  heavenly  Father,  lives 
 And  every  saint  adores. 
 
 5  Then  let  this  earthly  mansion  fall, 
 
 And  set  my  spirit  free ; 
 Why  should  I  wish  to  stay  below 
 And  stay  so  long  from  Thee? 
 
262  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 6  Let  all  my  fleeting  moments  pass, 
 
 Earth's  painted  toys  may  fade; 
 O,  Jesus,  my  eternal  life, 
 
 Support  me  through  the  shade. 
 
 7  Then  to  that  world  of  light  and  love 
 
 Immortal  and  divine, 
 Bring  this  poor  pilgrim  from  the  tomb— 
 This  trembling  soul  of  mine. 
 
 329  8s.  78.  S.  F.  Smith. 
 
 1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
 
 Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
 Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 
 As  it  floats  among  the  trees. 
 
 2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
 
 Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 
 Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
 Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 
 
 3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 
 
 Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel, 
 
 But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  u^ 
 
 He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
 
 4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
 
 "When  the  day  of  life  is  fled; 
 Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
 Where  no  farewell  tears  are  shed. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  263 
 
 330  L.   M.  J.  N.  Brown. 
 
 1  Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead, 
 
 Go  to  thy  longed-for,  happy  home, 
 The  tears  of  man  are  o'er  thee  shed, 
 The  voice  of  angels  bids  thee  come. 
 
 2  If  be  not  in  length  of  days, 
 
 In  silvered  locks  and  furrowed  brow, 
 But  living  to  the  Savior's  praise, 
 
 How  few  have  lived  so  long  as  thou  ! 
 
 3  Though  earth  may  boast  one  gem  the  less, 
 May  not  e'en  heaven  the  richer  be, 
 
 And  myriads  on  thy  footsteps  press 
 To  share  thy  blest  eternity  ? 
 
 331  3s.  7s. 
 
 1  Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow, 
 Death  is  o'er  and  life  is  won  ; 
 
 On  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow, 
 Rest,  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 
 
 2  Brother,  wake,  the  night  is  waning; 
 Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured, 
 
 Enter  thou,  the  rest  remaining 
 Eor  the  people  of  the  Lord. 
 
 3  Brother,  wake,  for  lie  who  loved  thee — 
 He  who  died  that  thou  mightst  live — 
 
 He  who  graciously  approved  thee, 
 Waits  thy  crown  of  joy  to  give. 
 
264  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 4  Fare  thee  well,  though  woe  is  blending, 
 With  the  tones  of  earthly  love, 
 
 Triumph  high,  and  joy  unending, 
 Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above. 
 
 332  C.  M.  Steele. 
 
 1  Life  is  a  span — a  fleeting  hour  : 
 How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
 
 Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
 That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 
 
 2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
 Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
 
 And  nature  weeps,  her  comforts  fled, 
 And  withered  all  her  joys. 
 
 3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
 When  what  we  now  deplore, 
 
 Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime 
 And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 
 
 4  Cease  then,  fond  Nature,  cease  thy  tears  ; 
 Thy  Savior  dwells  on  high  ; 
 
 There  everlaating  spring  appears  ; 
 There  joys  shall  never  die. 
 
 333  8s. 
 
 1  'Tis  finished!  the  conflict  is  past, 
 
 The  heaven-born  spirit  is  fled  ; 
 
 Her  wish  is  accomplished  at  last, 
 
 And  now  she's  entombed  with  the  dead. 
 
Dtath  and  Resurrection.  26; 
 
 The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 
 The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress ; 
 
 We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
 She's  gained  her  happy  release. 
 
 3  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 
 
 Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now; 
 For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 
 
 Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below. 
 Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 
 
 To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
 To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 
 
 And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 
 
 3  The  victory  now  is  obtained; 
 
 She's  gone  her  dear  Savior  to  see ; 
 Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gained — 
 
 She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
 Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain 
 
 That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight ; 
 We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
 
 With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 
 
 334  7s. 
 
 1  Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb 
 Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
 Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume, 
 
 But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 
 For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 
 
 Filled  witb  sorrow  and  surprise, 
 Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
 Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 
 
266  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled, 
 
 When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice; 
 Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead, 
 
 Now  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
 "What  a  change  His  word  can  make, 
 
 Turning  darkness  into  day. 
 Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake 
 
 He  will  wipe  your  tears  away 
 
 335  C.  M. 
 
 1  Hear  what  the   voice   from    heav'n   pro- 
 
 claims 
 For  all  the  pious  dead; 
 Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
 And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 
 
 2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  blessed; 
 
 How  kind  their  slumbers  are! 
 From  sufl'ring  and  from  sins  release,  t 
 And  freed  from  every  snare. 
 
 3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
 
 They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
 The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
 End  in  a  large  reward. 
 
 336  C.  M. 
 
 1   My  head  and  stay  is  called  away, 
 
 And  1  am  left  alone  ; 
 My  husband  dear,  who  was  so  near, 
 
 Is  fled  away  and  gone. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  267 
 
 1    It  breaks  my  heart,  'tis  hard  to  part 
 
 With  one  who  was  so  kind  ; 
 Where  shall  I  go  to  vent  my  smart, 
 
 Or  ease  my  troubled  mind? 
 
 3  In  wisdom's  ways  we  spent  our  days, 
 Much  comfort  we  did  find ; 
 
 But  tie  is  gone,  in  dust  he  lays, 
 And  I  am  left  behind. 
 
 4  Xaught  can  I  find  to  ease  my  mind, 
 In  things  which  are  below  ; 
 
 For  earthly  toys  but  vex  my  joys, 
 And  aggravate  my  woe. 
 
 5  But  I'll  repair  to  Jesus,  where 
 I'll  ease  my  troubled  breast; 
 
 To  Christ  above,  who  is  my  Lord, 
 And  my  eternal  rest 
 
 6  And,  0,that  He  would  send  for  me, 
 And  call  my  spirit  home, 
 
 To  worlds  of  rest,  among  the  blest, 
 Where  troubles  never  come. 
 
 337  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  Must  triends  and  kindred  droop  and  die> 
 
 And  helpers  be  withdrawn, 
 While  sorrow,  with  a  weeping  eye, 
 
 Counts  up  our  comforts  gone? 
 
268  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 2  Be  Thou  our  comfort,  mighty  God ! 
 Our  Helper  and  our  Friend  ; 
 
 Nor  leave  us  in  this  dangerous  road 
 Till  all  our  trials  end. 
 
 3  0,  may  our  feet  pursue  the  way 
 Our  pious  fathers  led  ; 
 
 With  love  and  holy  zeal  obey 
 The  councils  of  the  dead. 
 
 4  Let  us  be  weaned  from  all  below, 
 Let  hope  our  grief  expel, 
 
 "While  death  invites  our  souls  to  go 
 Where  our  best  kindred  dwell. 
 
 338  S.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 
 This  mortal  frame  decay? 
 
 And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 
 
 2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
 Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
 
 Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afresh. 
 
 3  God,  my  Redeemer  lives. 
 And  often  from  the  skies, 
 
 Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust 
 Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  20c 
 
 4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
 Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
 
 And  every  shape  and  every  face 
 Look  heavenly  and  divine. 
 
 5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
 To  Jesus'  saving  love  ; 
 
 We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
 And  sing  His  power  above. 
 
 6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
 Of  these,  our  humble  songs, 
 
 Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
 With  our  immortal  tongues. 
 
 330  L.  M. 
 
 1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
 Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
 And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
 To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 
 
 2  !N~or  pa\n,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
 Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
 Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
 While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 
 
 3  So  Jesus  slept,  God's  dying  Son, 
 Passed  through  the  grave  and  blessed  the  bed: 
 Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 
 The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 
 
270  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 
 Attend,  0,  earth,  His  sovereign  word ; 
 Restore  Thy  trust,  a  glorious  form 
 Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 
 
 34C  £•■  7s. 
 
 "ABIDE  WITH  ME." 
 
 1  Tarry  with  me,  0,  my  Savior, 
 
 For  the  day  is  passing  hy! 
 See  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
 And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 
 
 2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me 
 
 In  the  bright  days  of  the  past; 
 But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 
 And  I  linger  here  at  last. 
 
 3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows ; 
 
 Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
 Swift  the  night  of  death  advances — 
 Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 
 
 4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
 
 Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
 Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness ! 
 While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 
 
 5  Tarry  with  me,  O,  my  Savior ! 
 
 Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
 Till  the  morning ;  then  awake  me — 
 Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 
 
Death  and  Kesurreclion.  2']l 
 
 34=1 
 
 1  The  Bible  reveals  a  glorious  land, 
 Where  angels  and  glorified  spirits  dwell ; 
 Where  pleasures  ne'er  end  at  God's  right 
 
 hand, 
 Ind  anthems  of  praises  forever  swell. 
 
 Chorus — In  that  glorious  land,  what  a  happy 
 
 band ; 
 Ere  long  we  shall  stand  and  sing  with  them, 
 In  the  city  of  God,  Jerusalem. 
 
 2  Outgushing  beneath  the  throne  of  God, 
 And  of  the  biest  Lamb,  at  11  is  right  hand, 
 There  runneth  the  crystal  stream  of  life; 
 A  fountain  of  joy  in  that  glorious  land. 
 
 3  In  the  midst  of  the  street  on  either  side, 
 The  tree  of  life  arching  the  way  o'ershades 
 With  health-giving  foliage  far  and  wide, 
 No  sickness  this  glorious  land  invades. 
 
 4  Twelve  manner  offruit  hang  pendant  there, 
 And  those  who  partake  shall  never  die  ; 
 With  Jesus  they  dwell  and  ever  share, 
 
 The  joys  of  that  glorious  land  on  high. 
 
 5  Then  come,  my  dear  brethren,  let  us  haste 
 To  finish  our  work  with  unfaltering  hand 
 And  eoon  the  sweet  joys  of  heaven  we'll  taste 
 With  all  the  redeemed  in  that  glorious  land. 
 
272  Peoth  and  Resurrection. 
 
 34:2  c.  M.  tv-im. 
 
 1  How  snort  and  hasty  is  our  life, 
 
 How  vast  our  soul's  affairs! 
 Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
 To  lavish  out  their  years. 
 
 2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 
 
 Without  a  moment's  stay ; 
 Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
 We  pass  our  lives  away. 
 
 3  God  from  high  invites  us  home, 
 
 But  we  march  heedless  on  ; 
 And  ever  hasting  to  the  tomb 
 Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
 
 4  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 
 
 And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
 That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race 
 And  see  salvation  nigh. 
 
 343  7*. 
 
 1  Fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 
 Smiling  solace  of  an  hour ; 
 
 Soon  our  transient  comforts  fly  ; 
 Pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 
 
 2  Lovely  babe,  how  brief  thy  stay ! 
 Short  and  hasty  was  thy  day ; 
 Ending  soon  thy  sojourn  here, 
 Pain  or  grief  no  more  to  bear. 
 
Death  ar.d  Resurrection.  ill 
 
 •  Hard  it  is  from  thee  to  part ! 
 Though  it  rend  my  aching  heart, 
 Since  an  heir  to  glory's  gone, 
 Let  the  will  of  God  be  done. 
 
 4  Pillowed  on  a  Savior's  breast, 
 Sweetly  sleep  and  softly  rest ; 
 When  the  joyful  summons  come, 
 Rise  and  soar  to  heaven,  your  hom  u 
 
 5  There  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more 
 On  fair  heaven's  peaceful  shore; 
 There  we'll  fix  their  blessed  abode 
 With  our  Savior  and  our  God. 
 
 34,4:  C.  M.  Waits. 
 
 1  Our  days,  alas!  our  mortal  days, 
 Are  short  and  wretched,  too  ; 
 Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  sa}  a, 
 And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
 
 a 
 
 2  'Tis  but  at  best  a  narrow  bound 
 That  heaven  allows  to  men  ; 
 And  pains  and  sins  run  through  che  round 
 Of  three-score  years  and  ten. 
 
 8  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 
 Hun  on,  my  days,  in  haste ; 
 Moments  of  sin  and  months  of  woe, 
 Ye  can  not  fly  too  fast. 
 
274  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 4  Let  heavenly  love  prepare  my  soul 
 And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
 Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll. 
 And  glory  never  dies. 
 
 345  C.  M. 
 
 1  Come,my  dear  friends,and  mourn  with  me, 
 
 In  my  afflicted  state  ; 
 I  am  bereaved,  as  you  may  see, 
 Of  my  dear  loving  mate. 
 
 2  Her  heart  was  bound  with  mine  by  love, 
 
 Good  works  for  to  maintain ; 
 But  she  is  gone  to  Christ  above, 
 Forever  thereto  reign. 
 
 3  My  loss  is  great — to  lose  my  L_^te; 
 
 I'm  like  the  lonesome  dove; 
 I'll  go  alone,  and  sigh  and  mourn 
 My  dear  and  absent  love. 
 
 \  My  children  cry,  no  mother  by 
 To  take  them  on  her  knee; 
 The  breach  is  great,  it  doth  create 
 Much  grief,  as  all  may  see. 
 
 5  But  why  should  I  lament  my  case, 
 Since  God  hath  thought  it  best 
 To  take  her  soul  from  hence  away 
 To  its  eternal  rest  ? 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  275 
 
 6  Since  it  is  so,  let  sorrows  go; 
 My  God  hath  sent  His  rod. 
 He  doth  His  will,  I  must  be  still, 
 And  know  that  He  is  God, 
 
 34:6  6s.   7s. 
 
 1  There's  a  region  above 
 
 Free  from  sin  and  temptation, 
 And  a  mansion  of  love 
 
 For  each  heir  of  salvation. 
 Then  dismiss  all  thy  fears, 
 
 Weary  pilgrims  of  sorrow; 
 Though  thy  sun  set  in  tears, 
 
 'Twill  rise  hrighter  to-morrow 
 
 2  There  our  toils  will  be  done, 
 
 And  iree  grace  be  our  story, 
 God  Himself  be  our  sun 
 
 And  our  unsetting  glory. 
 In  that  world  of  delight 
 
 Spring  shall  never  be  ended, 
 Nor  shall  shadows  nor  night 
 
 With  its  brightness  be  blended. 
 
 3  There  shall  friends  no  more  part, 
 
 Nor  shall  farewells  be  spoken; 
 There'll  be  balm  for  the  heart 
 
 That  with  anguish  was  broken. 
 From  affliction  set  free, 
 
 And  from  God  ne'er  to  sever, 
 We  His  glory  shall  see, 
 
 And  enjoy  Him  forever. 
 
276  Death  and  Resurrection. 
 
 1  Angels,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
 Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey. 
 See  I  the  Savior  leaves  the  tomb, 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 Hark !  the  wondering  angels  raibe 
 Louder  notes  of  joyfui  praise* 
 Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
 Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 
 
 2  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
 See  Him  high  in  glory  rise ! 
 Kanks  of  angels,  on  the  road, 
 Hail  II im — the  incarnate  God. 
 Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide — 
 
 See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride ! 
 King  of  Glory,  mount  Thy  throne — 
 Boundless  empire  is  Thine  own. 
 
 34:8  7»- 
 
 1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb; 
 
 Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom. 
 
 Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies—' 
 
 See  the  glorious  Savior  rise ! 
 
 Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
 
 Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade; 
 
 Drive  your  anxious  cares  away — 
 
 ^ee  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  277 
 
 i  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
 Sons  ox  men  and  angels  say  ! 
 Raise  your  joys  and  triumph  high  ; 
 Sing,  ye  heavens;  thou,  earth,  reply. 
 Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
 Fought  the  tight,  the  battle  won  ; 
 Lo !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
 Lo  !  He  sets  in  blood  no  more! 
 
 2  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 
 Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise — 
 Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 
 
 Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
 Where,  O,  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
 Once  He  died,  our  souls  to  save ; 
 Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 
 
 3  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
 Following  our  exalted  head  ; 
 Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise  ; 
 Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies ! 
 King  of  glory,  Fount  of  bliss, 
 Everlasting  life  is  this ; 
 
 Thee  to  know,  Thy  power  to  prove. 
 Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love. 
 
278  Death  and  Resurrection^ 
 
 350  c.  m. 
 
 1  Ye  mourning  saints ,  whose  streaming  tears 
 
 Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 
 Say  not,  in  transports  of  despair, 
 That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 
 
 2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 
 
 In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
 Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
 A  heavenly  parent  nigh. 
 
 3  Though,  your  young  branches  torn  away, 
 
 Like  withered  trunks  3  e  stand, 
 With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
 Touch'd  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 
 
 4  "111  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 
 
 "In  my  own  house  a  place; 
 No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
 Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 
 
 5  "  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 
 
 A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
 In  endless  honor  and  delight 
 My  children  all  shall  live." 
 
 6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
 
 Through  which  Thy  face  we  see  ; 
 And  bless  those  wounds  which  througn. 
 our  hearts 
 Prepare  a  way  for  Thee. 
 
Death  and  Resurrection.  27c 
 
 351  c.  M. 
 
 1  O,  Lord,  it  seenieth  good  to  Thee 
 
 To  take  my  infant  dear; 
 I  hope  it  will  work  good  for  me, 
 And  cause  me  Thee  to  fear. 
 
 2  To  show  me  that  I  should  not  prize 
 
 Nothing  on  earth  so  high 
 As  Thee,  the  sov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
 That  rules  the  earth  and  sky. 
 
 3  0,  Lord,  my  follies  I  have  seen, 
 
 And  grief  has  filled  my  heart ; 
 My  troubles  rose  when  Thou  didst  call 
 My  babe  from  me  to  part. 
 
 4  0  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  to  mourn, 
 
 And  let  my  Savior's  will 
 Be  mine  in  all  things  here  below, 
 Then  should  I  fear  no  ill. 
 
 5  Now,  Lord,  I  humbly  would  resign 
 
 Myself  into  Thy  care  ; 
 Prepare  my  heart  to  worship  Thee 
 In  faith,  with  godly  fear. 
 
 6  0,  may  I  meet  my  babe  above, 
 
 In  heaven  among  the  blest ; 
 That  I  may  praise  Thy  holy  name, 
 Who  saved  its  soul  by  grace. 
 
2  So  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 352  CM.  Hegenbotham 
 
 1  Come,  humble  souls !  ye  mourners  come, 
 
 And  wipe  away  your  tears  j 
 Adieu  to  all  your  sad  complaints, 
 Your  sorrows  and  your  fears. 
 
 2  Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 
 
 And  sing  the  Savior's  love  ; 
 Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  them 8 
 In  loftier  strains  above. 
 
 3  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 
 
 His  bounteous  hands  bestow; 
 And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
 Whence  all  those  comforts  now. 
 
 4  Forever  let  my  grateful  heart 
 
 His  boundless  grace  adore, 
 Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  nosv, 
 And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 
 
 5  Transporting  hope  !  still  in  my  soul 
 
 Let  thy  sweet  glories  shine, 
 Till  thou  thyselt  art  lost  in  joys 
 Immortal  and  divine. 
 
 353  IIS-  Aaron  H.  Cole. 
 
 1  To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
 bors to  part, 
 
 And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  no*  my 
 heart. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  281 
 
 Like  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 
 From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen 
 to  pray. 
 
 2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  vine  and  the  pop- 
 
 lar have  spread, 
 And  wove  with  their  branches  a  roof  o'er 
 
 my  head, 
 How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
 And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in 
 
 prayer. 
 
 3  How   sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfumed 
 
 with  the  pine, 
 The  ivy,  the  olive,  and  the  wild  eglantine  ; 
 Yet  sweeter,  0,  sweeter,  superlative  were 
 The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 
 
 4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of   that  blessed 
 
 grove 
 That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove  : 
 Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
 Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray. 
 
 5  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  loved  night- 
 
 ingale 
 That  dwelt  in  my  bower  I  observed  as  my 
 
 bell 
 To  call  me  to  duty;  and  birds  of  ihe  air 
 Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 
 
282  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  And  Jesus,  my  Savior,  oft  deigned  there 
 
 to  meet, 
 
 And  bless  with  His  presence  my  lonely  re- 
 treat; 
 
 Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  peacefulness 
 there, 
 
 Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my 
 Drayer. 
 
 7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave   you,  and  bid 
 
 you  adieu, 
 
 And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are 
 new, 
 
 Well  knowing  my  Savior  is  found  every- 
 where, 
 
 And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 
 
 8  Although  I  may  never  revisit  thy  shade, 
 Yet  oft  will  I  think  of  the  vows  I  there 
 
 made ; 
 And  when   at  a  distance,  my    vows   shall 
 
 repair 
 To  the  place  where  my  Savior  first  answered 
 
 my  prayer. 
 
 9  My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  Hope,  and  my 
 
 All, 
 Will  guide  and  direct  me,  when  on  Ilim  I 
 
 call, 
 And  when  I  am  dying,  he'll  be  with  me 
 
 there, 
 And  take  me  to  heaven,  in  answer  to  prayer. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  2S3 
 
 354=  C.  M. 
 
 1  Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
 
 To  Thee  for  help  we  fly ; 
 Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
 For  O,  the  wolf  is  nigh. 
 
 2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 
 
 To  scatter,  tear  and  slay  ; 
 He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
 As  his  own  lawful  prey. 
 
 3  Us  into  Thy  protection  take, 
 
 And  gather  with  Thine  arm ; 
 Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
 The  wolf  can  never  harm. 
 
 4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
 
 While  hy  our  Shepherd's  side; 
 The  sheep  he  never  can  devour 
 Unless  he  first  divide. 
 
 5  0,  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
 
 The  souls  that  here  agree  ; 
 But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
 And  keep  us  one  in  Thee. 
 
 6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 
 
 Together  let  us  die, 
 And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
 And  reign  above  the  sky. 
 
284  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 355  L-  M. 
 
 1  Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely, 
 And  boast  their  moral  dignity ; 
 But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
 
 Each  note  shall  echo  grace,  free  grace, 
 
 2  Grace  !  'tis  a  most  delightful  theme ; 
 'Tis  grace  that  rescues  guilty  man  : 
 'Tis  grace  divine,  all-conquering,  free, 
 Or  it  had  never  rescued  me. 
 
 3  'Twas  grace  that  quickeued  me  when  dea< 
 And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led  ; 
 Grace  brought  me  pardon  for  my  sin, 
 And  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 
 
 4  'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
 And  grace  supports  in  every  loss. 
 In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong — 
 Grace  is  my  shield,  and  grace  my  song. 
 
 5  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near; 
 By  grace  alone  I  persevere ; 
 
 'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love, 
 And  grace  will  bear  me  safe  above. 
 
 6  0,  grace,  free  grace  alone  I  boast, 
 And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust ; 
 
 And  when  I  rise  to  heaven,  my  home, 
 I'll  shout  free  grace,  free  grace,  alone. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  285 
 
 35S  L.  M.  Btdomc. 
 
 1  Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
 
 That  Thou  the  one  thing  needful  art ; 
 I  could  from  all  things  parted  he, 
 But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  Thee. 
 
 2  Needful  art  Thou  to  make  me  live, 
 Needful  art  Thou  all  grace  to  give, 
 Needful  to  guide  me  lest  I  stray, 
 Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 
 
 3  Needful  is  Thy  most  precious  blood ; 
 Needful  is  Thy  correcting  rod; 
 Needful  is  Thy  indulgent  care, 
 Needful  is  Thy  all-prevailing  prayer 
 
 4  Needful  Thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
 True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford  ; 
 Needful  Thy  promise  to  impart 
 Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 
 
 5  Needful  art  Thou  to  be  my  stay 
 Through  all  life's  dark  and  stormy  way; 
 Nor  less  in  death  Thou'lt  needful  be, 
 When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  Thee. 
 
 6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  joy  supreme, 
 Dwelj  on  the  dear,  delightful  theme: 
 Glory  and  praise  be  ever  His — 
 
 The  one  thing  needful,  Jesus  is. 
 
286  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 357  L.  M. 
 
 1  Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
 I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
 Arise,  ye  guilty,  He'll  forgive; 
 Arise,  ye  needy,  He'll  relieve. 
 
 2  Ask  but  His  grace,  and  lo  !  'tis  given ; 
 Ask,  and  He  turns  your  hell  to  heaven. 
 Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
 Jesus,  Thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 
 3  To  shame  our  sins,  He  blushed  in  blood, 
 He  closed  His  eyes  to  show  us  God. 
 
 Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
 That  none  but  God  such  love  could  show, 
 
 4  'Tis  Thee  I  love;  for  Thee  alone 
 
 I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan ; 
 Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
 I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 
 
 5  Insatiate  to  the  spring  I  fly, 
 
 I  drink,  but  yet  am  ever  dry ; 
 
 Ah,  who  against  Thy  charms  is  proof? 
 
 Ah,  who  that  loves  can  love  enough? 
 
 358  C.  M. 
 
 1  To  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  every  tongue 
 Its  noblest  tribute  bring; 
 When  He's  the  subject  of  the  song, 
 Who  can  refuse  to  sing? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  287 
 
 2  Survey  the  beauties  of  His  face, 
 
 And  on  His  glories  dwell ; 
 Think  of  the  wonders  of  His  grace, 
 And  all  His  triumphs  tell. 
 
 3  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
 
 Upon  His  awful  brow; 
 His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned. 
 His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 
 
 1  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 
 Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
 Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
 That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 
 
 5  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress- 
 
 He  flew  to  my  relief; 
 For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
 And  carried  all  my  grief. 
 
 6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 
 
 Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
 Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
 Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 
 
 ■•S59  S.  M. 
 
 1  Up,  haste  to  Calvary  i 
 
 My  soul  a  journey  take, 
 To  view  the  Lord  'twixt  earth  and  sky 
 Without  the  city  gate. 
 
aS8  Spiritual  &t>ngs. 
 
 2  Before  His  bloody  cross 
 
 I'd  bow  and  kiss  the  ground — 
 'Twas  there  my  guilt  and  woe  I  lost, 
 A  ready  pardon  found. 
 
 3  Lord,  tune  anew  my  strings, 
 
 Now  on  the  willow  dry, 
 Take  off  my  thoughts  from  earthy  things. 
 Bind  them  to  Calvary. 
 
 4  For  glorious  is  the  place, 
 
 Though  'tis  without  the  gate; 
 There,  Lord,  I'll  sing  redeeming  gre^e. 
 And  for  Thy  blessing  wait. 
 
 3SO  C.  m. 
 
 1  O,  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 
 
 When  will  the  moment  come 
 "When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by 
 And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
 
 2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know 
 
 No  peaceful,  sheltering  dome  ; 
 This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
 This  world  is  not  my  home. 
 
 3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest* 
 
 He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
 And  fly  for  succor  to  His  breast, 
 And  He'd  conduct  me  home. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  2% 
 
 1  I  should  at  once  have  quit  the  field 
 Where  foes  and  fury  roam; 
 But  all  !  my  passport  was  not  sealed^ 
 I  could  not  yet  go  home. 
 
 5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 
 
 I  view  the  gaping  tomb, 
 Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide 
 Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 
 
 6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 
 
 This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
 I  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground 
 And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
 
 361  us. 
 
 1  I  would    not    weep   alway,    though    many   a 
 
 tear 
 Must   fall   on    life's    pathway,    so    lonely   and 
 
 drear; 
 But  e'en  in  the  desert  love's  fountain  is  free, 
 And    Mercy's   sweet    words    are    as    manna    to 
 
 me, 
 
 2  I  would    not   smile   alway,    for  oft   on    the 
 
 air, 
 Comes  the  deep  sigh  of  anguish,  the  voice  ol 
 
 despair, 
 Yet  e'en   for  the  wretched,  whose  hopes  are  all 
 
 riven, 
 Still,  still,  there  is  joy,  there   is  rapture  in 
 
 heaven* 
 («0 
 
2  go  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  1  would  not  fear  alway,  though  error's 
 
 dark  cloud 
 Gather  thick,  the  blest  beacon  of  faith  to 
 
 enshroud ; 
 The  bright  sun  of  righteousness  shines  thro' 
 
 the  gloom, 
 And  the  rainbow  of  promise  o'erreaches  the 
 
 tomb. 
 
 4  But   I   would  hope  alway,  till  o'er  my 
 
 wrapt  soul 
 The  waves  of  fruition  unceasing  roll ; 
 Then,  then  shall  this  restless,  worn  spirit  be 
 
 free ; 
 My  Savior,  'tis  waiting  a  summons   from 
 
 Thee. 
 
 362  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
 
 With  angels  round  the  throne; 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
 But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
 
 2  u  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
 
 "To  be  exalted  thus;" 
 "  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
 For  He  was  slain  for  us, 
 
 3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 
 Honor  and  power  divine; 
 And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
 Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  291 
 
 4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
 To  bless  the  sacred  name 
 Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
 And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 
 
 ^63  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
 
 We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
 Without  one  cheerful  gleam  of  hope, 
 Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 
 
 2  "With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
 
 Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
 He  f-aw,  and  (0,  amazing  love !) 
 He  ran  to  our  relief. 
 
 3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
 
 With  joyful  haste  He  fled, 
 Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  He  spoiled  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 
 
 Audbioke  our  dreadful  chains; 
 Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
 From  everlasting  pains. 
 
 5  O,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 
 Their  lasting  silence  break, 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
 The  Savior's  praises  speak. 
 
292  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  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. 
 
 3G4  P-  M. 
 
 1  Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
 
 The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
 
 Publishing  to  every  creature, 
 
 To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 
 
 Chorus — Jesus  reigns,  He  reigns  victorious, 
 Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
 Jesus  reigns. 
 
 See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
 Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying; 
 Mourning  souls,  here's  rest  forever, 
 Now  revealed  in  Christ,  the  Savior. 
 
 3  Here,  ye  sons  of  grief  and  sorrow, 
 With  your  weight  of  guilt  and  terror^ 
 Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
 Published  to  every  nation. 
 
 4  For  His  people  Jesus  died, 
 And  lor  them  was  crucified ; 
 Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven  ; 
 Life  eternal's  in  Him  given. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  293 
 
 5  Christ  can  cleanse  and  make  you  holy, 
 Save  you  from  your  sins  and  folly, 
 Make  you  live  and  rest  forever 
 
 With  a  gracious  God  and  Savior. 
 
 6  Souls  renewed  of  every  nation 
 To  the  bounds  of  the  creation, 
 Sing  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
 The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 
 
 7  Lord,  to  praise  Thee  we  aspire, 
 Eaise  our  hearts  and  voices  higher; 
 Still  with  joyful  acclamation 
 Praise  the  Prince  of  our  salvation. 
 
 8  Sing,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
 Christ  is  our  complete  redemption  ; 
 May  we  sing  the  joyful  story 
 
 In  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 
 
 3S5  "s. 
 
 \  An  alien  from   God,   and  a  stranger  to 
 
 grace, 
 I  wander  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures  to 
 
 trace ; 
 In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
 Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 
 O,  Savior,  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 
 
294  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  The  pleasures  of  earth    I    have    seen    fade 
 
 away, 
 They   bloom    for    a    season,    but    soon    they 
 
 decay ; 
 But    pleasures    more    lasting    in    Jesus    are 
 
 given, 
 Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 The    saints    in    those    mansions    are    ever    at 
 home. 
 
 3  Allure    me    no    longer,    ye    false,    glowing 
 
 charms, 
 The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to   His    arms; 
 At    the    banquet    of    mercy    I    hear   there  is 
 
 room, 
 0,  there  may  I   feast   with    His   children   at 
 
 home. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 
 0,  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,   my   home. 
 
 4  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
 The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
 Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  My 
 
 throne, 
 And  dwell  in  My  presence,  forever  at  home. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 
 0,  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  295 
 
 5  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be 
 
 o'er, 
 The  saints  shall  unite,  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
 Their   loud    hallelujahs    fill   heaven's   high 
 
 dome, 
 They  dwell  with  the  Savior  forever  at  home. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 
 They  dwell  with  the  Savior  forever  at  home. 
 
 366  L-  M-  Watts 
 
 1  My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone; 
 My  rock  and  refuge  is  His  throne; 
 In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
 My  soul  for  His  salvation  waits. 
 
 2  Trust  Him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways  ; 
 Tour  out  your  hearts  before  His  face  ; 
 When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
 God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 
 
 367  Ss.  7s. 
 
 1  Jesus  wept !  those  tears  are  over, 
 But  His  heart  is  still  the  same; 
 Kinsman,  Friend,  and  elder  Brother 
 Is  His  everlasting  name. 
 
 Savior  who  can  love  like  Thee, 
 Gracious  one  of  Bethany  ? 
 
295  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  us, 
 
 When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
 I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 
 
 Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
 Truly  none  can  feel  like  Thee, 
 Weeping  one  of  Bethany. 
 
 3  Jesus  wept,  and  still  in  glory, 
 
 He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear, 
 Living  to  retrace  the  story 
 
 Of  the  hearts  He  solaced  here. 
 Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
 Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 
 
 4  Jesus  wept !  that  tear  of  sorrow 
 
 Is  a  legacy  of  love ; 
 Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 
 He  the  same  shall  ever  prove. 
 Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me, 
 Living  One  of  Bethany. 
 
 3SS  S.  M. 
 
 1  Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
 
 And  listen  while  I  tell 
 How  narrowly  my  feet  escaped 
 The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 
 
 2  The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 
 
 Assailed  my  foolish  heart, 
 While  satan,  with  malicious  skills 
 Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 
 
Spi)itual  Songs.  297 
 
 3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 
 
 Bu.t  fell  to  rise  again  ; 
 My  anguish  roused  me  into  life, 
 And  pleasure  sprang  Irom  pain. 
 
 4  Darkness,  shame  and  grief, 
 
 Oppressed  my  gloomy  mind; 
 I  looked  around  me  for  relief, 
 But  no  relief  could  find. 
 
 5  At  length  to  God  I  cried, 
 
 He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh  ; 
 He  heard,  and  instantly  He  sent 
 Salvation  from  on  high. 
 
 6  My  drooping  head  He  raised, 
 
 My  bleeding  wounds  He  healed; 
 Pardoned  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
 The  gracious  pardon  sealed. 
 
 7  O,  may  I  ne'er  forget 
 
 The  mercy  of  my  God, 
 Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
 His  loudest  praise  abroad. 
 
 3es  P.  M. 
 
 1    See  the  fountain  opened  wide, 
 That  from  pollution  frees  us, 
 Flowing  irom  the  wounded  side 
 Of  our  Immanuel,  Jesus. 
 
2gS  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Chorus — Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts, 
 Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
 Freely  drink,  and  quench  your  thirst 
 With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
 
 2  Dying  sinners,  come  and  try — 
 
 These  waters  will  relieve  you  ; 
 Without  money  come  and  buy, 
 For  Christ  will  freely  give  you, 
 
 3  He  who  drinks  shall  never  die; 
 
 These  waters  fail  him  never; 
 Sinners,  come,  and  now  apply, 
 And  drink  and  live  forever. 
 
 4  Weeping  Mary,  full  of  grief, 
 
 Came  begging  for  these  waters ; 
 Jesus  gave  her  full  relief 
 
 With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
 
 5  See  the  woman  at  the  well, 
 
 Conversing  with  the  Savior; 
 
 Soon  she  found  that  He  could  tell 
 
 The  whole  of  her  behavior. 
 
 6  When  she  asked  and  she  obtained 
 
 A  drink,  her  heart  was  flaming; 
 Thus  the  gift  divine  she  gained, 
 And  ran  to  town  proclaiming. 
 
 7  THe  thief  had  only  time  to  think 
 
 And  tell  his  doleful  story ; 
 Jesus  gave  him  leave  to  drink- 
 He  drank,  and  fled  to  glory. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  Z$Q 
 
 370  8s.  7s-  Rolituon. 
 
 1  Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing, 
 
 Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
 Lite  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 
 
 From  the  sinners'  dying  friend. 
 Here  I'll  sit  forever  viewing 
 
 Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood; 
 Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
 
 Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
 
 2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 
 
 Low  before  His  cross  to  lie; 
 While  1  see  divine  compas-ion 
 
 Beaming  in  His  gracious  eye. 
 Here  it  is  1  find  my  heaven 
 
 While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze; 
 Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven, 
 
 I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
 
 3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
 
 With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe; 
 Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
 
 Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
 May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
 
 In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
 Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 
 
 And  Himself  more  deeply  know. 
 
300  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 371  »«• 
 
 1  Thy  mercy  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my 
 
 spng, 
 The  joy  ot  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 
 
 tongue ; 
 Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the 
 
 last, 
 Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul 
 
 fast. 
 
 2  Without  Thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live 
 
 here; 
 Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair  ; 
 But  through  Thy  free  goodness  my  spirits 
 
 revive, 
 And  He  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me 
 
 alive. 
 
 3  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my 
 
 heart, 
 
 Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  de- 
 part ; 
 
 Dissolved  by  Thy  sunshine  I  fall  to  the 
 ground, 
 
 And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 
 
 4  The  door  of  Thy  mercy  stands  open  all 
 
 day, 
 To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by 
 
 the  way  ; 
 Ko  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
 Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  3c  I 
 
 V  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell, 
 Its  glories  I'll  sing  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell ; 
 'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  He  hung  on 
 
 the  tree, 
 Who  opened  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 
 
 6  Great  Father  of  mercy,  Thy  goodness  1 
 own, 
 
 And  the  covenant  love  of  Thy  crucified  Son ; 
 
 All  praise  to  vhe  Spirit  whose  whisper  di- 
 vine, 
 
 Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness 
 mine. 
 
 372  L.  M.  Watt 
 
 1  Eternal  Power  !  whose  high  abode 
 Becomes  the  Grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
 Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
 Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 
 
 2  The  lowest  step  around  Thy  seat 
 Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  ieet ; 
 In  vain  the  tallest  angel  tries 
 
 To  reach  Thine  hight  with  wardering  eyes 
 
 3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
 Who  would  adore  our  Maker,  too; 
 From  sin  and  dust  to  Thee  we  cry, 
 The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High. 
 
302  Spiritual  Song;,. 
 
 4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  Thy  fame, 
 And  worms  have  learned  to  lisp  Thy  name 
 But  O,  the  glories  of  Thy  mind 
 Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 
 
 5  God  in  heaven,  but  man  below, 
 
 Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few ; 
 A  sacred  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
 And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 
 
 373  6s.  58.  Nrwttm, 
 
 1  Though    troubles    assail    and    dangers    af- 
 
 fright, 
 Though  friends  should  all  fail    ana    foes    all 
 
 unite- 
 Yet  one  thing   secures    us,    whatever    betide, 
 The  scripture  assures  us  the  Lord   will   pro- 
 vide. 
 
 2  The  birds  without  barn  or    storenouse    are 
 
 fed; 
 From    them    let    us    learn    to    trust    for    our 
 
 bread ; 
 His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  not  be  denied, 
 So  long  as  'tis  written  the  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 3  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 
 Not  knowing  our    way,    but   faith    makes  us 
 
 bold; 
 
spiritual  Songs.  303 
 
 afor  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good 
 guide, 
 
 And.  tiast  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
 vide. 
 
 ±  When  satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path 
 And  till  us  with  tears,  we  triumph  by  faith; 
 He  can  not  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has 
 
 tried, 
 This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will 
 
 provide. 
 
 5  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
 The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 
 But  when  such  suggestions  our  spirits  have 
 
 tried, 
 This  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will 
 
 provide. 
 
 374  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  I  love  the  Lord  ;  He  heard  my  uries, 
 
 And  pitied  every  groan  ; 
 Long  as  I  live,  wben  troubles  rise, 
 I'll  hasten  to  His  throne. 
 
 2  I  love  the  Lord  ;  He  bowed  His  ear, 
 
 And  chased  my  griefs  away; 
 
 0,  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 
 
 While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 
 
#>4  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 
 
 He  bade  my  pains  remove; 
 Return  my  soul  to  God  thy  rest, 
 For  thou  hast  known  His  love. 
 
 4  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  deaths 
 
 And  dried  my  falling  tears; 
 Now  to  His  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath 
 And  my  remaining  years. 
 
 375  CM.  Fa-wcett. 
 
 1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 
 
 Of  mortals  here  below; 
 May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
 Its  sovereign  virtues  know. 
 
 2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealtii, 
 
 Or  ought  the  world  bestows  ; 
 Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
 Can  give  us  such  repose. 
 
 3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 
 
 Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
 Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
 And  for  the  awful  tomb. 
 
 4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renewed, 
 
 Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
 And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued. 
 His  government  to  own. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  ^0§ 
 
 5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love 
 
 Be  joined  with  Godly  fear; 
 And  all  my  conversation  prove 
 My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
 
 6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin 
 
 Through  my  remaining  days, 
 And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine, 
 To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 
 
 7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire, 
 
 Let  warm  affection  rise  ; 
 And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
 To  mount  above  the  skies. 
 
 376  C.  M.  /*«*,*, 
 
 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
 
 Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
 Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
 And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race — 
 A  remnant  weak  and  small — 
 Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
 And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
 The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
 
 Go  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
 And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
 
306  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
 
 On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
 To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
 And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 5  0,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
 
 We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
 We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
 And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all 
 
 377  c.  m. 
 
 1  From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
 
 And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
 
 Arise,  my  soul  and  strive  to  gain 
 
 Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 2  Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies, 
 
 Wherever  thou  hast  trod, 
 Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
 Like  fellowship  with  God  ? 
 
 3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
 
 Nor  pleasure's  flowery  road, 
 Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 4  When  I  am  made  i  n  love  to  bear 
 
 Affliction's  needful  rod, 
 Light,  sweet  and  kind  the  strokes  appear 
 Through  fellowship  with  God. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  307 
 
 5  And  when  the  icy  hand  of  death 
 
 Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
 O,  may  I  yield  my  latest  breath 
 In  fellowship  with  God! 
 
 6  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 
 
 And  gain  my  blest  abode, 
 There  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 373  C.  M. 
 
 1  Behold  the  Shepherd's  tender  care 
 Towards  the  sheep  that  strays  ! 
 Throughout  the  desert  waste  and  bare 
 He  tracks  its  wandering  ways. 
 
 3  So  Jesus,  while  He  sojourns  here, 
 Amidst  this  waste  of  sin, 
 'Tis  said  He  trnveled  far  and  near, 
 And  sought  His  sheep  therein. 
 
 3  To  save  from  everlasting  woe 
 
 An  object  of  His  care 
 Behold  Him  through  Samaria  go; 
 A  sheep  had  wandered  there. 
 
 4  Though  they  insult  Him,  as  we  read, 
 
 It  matters  not  to  Him; 
 Their  names  are  found  among  that  seeo 
 That  Jesus  must  redeem. 
 
308  Spiritual  Songs 
 
 5  Amidst  this  flock  beloved  of  God, 
 
 Manasseh  we  behold, 
 And  though  his  fleece  was  stained  in  hlocKt 
 He  brought  him  to  the  fold. 
 
 6  Yea,  from  the  dregs  of  sin  and  woe 
 
 Shall  grace  her  trophies  wave, 
 And  each  to  glory  safe  shall  go, 
 Whom  God  ordained  to  save. 
 
 370  7s.  Raffie 
 
 1  High  in  yonder's  realm  of  light, 
 
 Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
 Far  beyond  our  feeble  eight, 
 Happy  in  Immanuel's  love. 
 
 2  Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
 
 Once  they  knew  like  us  below, 
 
 Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
 
 Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 
 
 8  Happy  spirits,  ye  are  fled 
 
 Where  no  grief  can  entrance  findj 
 Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 
 Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
 
 4  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
 
 'Mid  th'  angelic  choirs  above — 
 
 Hark  !  their  song  melodious  rise — 
 
 Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  30c, 
 
 3SO  C.  m. 
 
 1  Didst  Thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame 
 
 And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  Thy  name 
 Or  Thy  disciple  be? 
 
 2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 
 
 And  make  me  truly  bold ; 
 Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meekness  shine^ 
 Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 
 
 3  Let  mockers  scoff,  let  men  defame, 
 
 And  treat  me  with  disdain; 
 Still  may  I  glorify  Thy  name 
 And  count  their  slander  gain. 
 
 4  To  Thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 
 
 And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 
 Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
 And  I'll  no  more  repine. 
 
 381  L-  M.  Newton. 
 
 1  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  His  dear  sake 
 
 A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
 May  we  together  now  partake 
 
 The  joys  which  He  alone  can  give. 
 
 2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 
 
 To  know  the  Savior's  precious  ram* 
 And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
 Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 
 
31©  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  May  He  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet 
 
 Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above, 
 Make  our  communications  sweet, 
 
 And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  lov<*. 
 
 4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme 
 
 When  christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
 We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 
 
 Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us 
 
 5  We'll  talk  of  all  He  did  and  said 
 
 And  suffered  for  us  here  below; 
 The  path  He  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
 And  what  He's  doing  for  us  now. 
 
 6  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away 
 
 We'll  love  and  wonder  and  adore ; 
 And  hasten  to  the  glorious  day 
 
 When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
 
 382  s.  M. 
 
 1  Prepare  me,  gracious  God, 
 
 To  stand  before  Thy  face ; 
 Thy  Spirit  must  the  work  perform 
 For  it  is  all  of  grace. 
 
 2  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 
 
 And  wash  me  in  His  blood ; 
 So  I  shall  lift  my  head  with  joy 
 Among  the  sons  of  God, 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  311 
 
 o  Do  Thou  my  sins  subdue, 
 
 Thy  sovereign  love  make  known ; 
 The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
 And  save  me  in  Thy  Son. 
 
 4  Let  me  attest  Thy  power, 
 
 Let  me  Thy  goodness  prove, 
 Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
 Of  everlasting  love. 
 
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 383  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Salvation!  O,  the  joyful  sound, 
 
 'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
 A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
 A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
 
 2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  sin, 
 
 At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
 But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
 To  see  a  heavenly  day. 
 
 3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
 
 The  spacious  earth  around, 
 
 While  all  the  armies  of  the  sk^ 
 
 Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
 
 384=  L-  M. 
 
 1  How  sad  and  awful  is  my  state  ! 
 
 The  very  thing  I  do  I  hate ; 
 
 When  I  to  God  draw  near  in  prayer, 
 
 I  feel  the  conflict  even  there. 
 
312  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  I  mourn  because  I  can  not  mourn; 
 I  hate  my  sin,  yet  can  not  turn  ; 
 
 I  grieve  because  I  can  not  grieve  • 
 I  hear  the  truth,  but  can't  believe. 
 
 3  Yet,  Lord,  the  blood  which  Thou  hast  spilt 
 Can  make  this  rocky  heart  to  melt ; 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  clean  within ; 
 Thy  blood  can  pardon  all  my  sin. 
 
 4  On  this  rich  blood  my  faith  is  found, 
 And  on  this  hope  I  fix  my  ground ; 
 Soon  shaH  I  reach  th'  eternal  shore, 
 Where  doubts  and  fears  prevail  no  more. 
 
 385  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  hard  and  rugged  is  the  road 
 
 To  some  poor  pilgrim's  feet ; 
 In  all  they  do,  or  think  or  say, 
 They  opposition  meet. 
 
 2  Others,  again,  more  smoothly  go; 
 
 Secured  from  hurts  and  harms, 
 The  Savior  leads  them  gently  through, 
 Or  bears  them  in  His  arms. 
 
 8  Faith  and  repentance  all  must  find, 
 But  yet  we  daily  see 
 They  dilier  in  their  time  and  kind, 
 Duration  and  degree. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  3!? 
 
 4  Some  long  repent  and  late  believe; 
 
 But  when  their  sin's  forgiven, 
 A  clearer  passport  they  receive, 
 And  walk  with  joy  to  heaven. 
 
 5  Their  pardon  some  receive  at  first, 
 
 And  then,  compelled  to  fight, 
 They  feel  the  latter  stages  worst, 
 And  travel  much  by  night. 
 
 3  But  to  our  conflict,  short  or  long, 
 This  commonly  is  true, 
 That  wheresoever  faith  is  strong, 
 Repentance  is  so,  too. 
 
 38S  C.  M. 
 
 1  The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
 
 On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
 Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
 A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 
 
 2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
 
 Insensible  as  steel ; 
 If  aught  is  felt  'tis  only  pain 
 To  find,  I  can  not  feel. 
 
 3  T  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 
 
 To  love  Thee,  if  I  could  ; 
 
 But  often  feel  another  mind 
 
 Averse  to  all  that's  good. 
 
3*4  Spiritual  Song*. 
 
 4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 
 
 I  fain  would  strive  for  more ; 
 But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew,' 
 Seem  weaker  than  before. 
 
 5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 
 
 And  love  Thy  house  of  prayer ; 
 I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 
 But  find  no  comfort  there. 
 
 6  O,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache, 
 
 Decide  this  doubt  for  me ; 
 And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break 
 And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 
 
 387  L-  M. 
 
 1  When  Christ,  the  Lord,  was  here  beloWj 
 About  the  work  He  came  to  do 
 Before  He  left  His  little  band 
 
 He  gave  to  them  His  great  command. 
 
 2  Though  fishing,  Peter  led  the  way, 
 But  nothing  caught  till  break  of  day ; 
 Their  folly  checked,  Jesus  reclaims, 
 And  says  to  Peter,  feed  My  lambs. 
 
 8  Though  Thomas  was  of  doubtful  mind 
 Yet  Jesus  leaves  him  not  behind; 
 Thomas,  He  saith,  behold  My  hands, 
 And,  Simon  Peter,  feed  My  lambs. 
 
Spiritual  Songs  3x5 
 
 \    Though  Simon  once  denied  the  Lord, 
 Departing  from  his  former  word, 
 Yet  Christ,  with  all  engaging  charms, 
 Bids  Peter  still  to  feed  His  lambs. 
 
 5  Though  men  and  devils  all  unite, 
 And  earthly  comforts  fail  us  quite, 
 The  holy  promise  6till  proclaims 
 
 That  Christ  will  guard  and  feed  Hislambe. 
 
 6  Then,  little  children,  do  not  fear, 
 For  Jesus  lives  to  answer  prayer; 
 And  doubting  souls  are  m  His  hands, 
 And  precious  food  for  all  the  lambs. 
 
 7  But  the  best  feast  is  kept  above, 
 And  there's  the  fullness  of  His  love; 
 80  run  to  Christ  with  all  your  might, 
 And  I  will  try  to  keep  in  sight. 
 
 38S  S.  M. 
 
 1  I  love  my  Savior,  God, 
 
 Because  He  first  loved  me ; 
 Because  He  shed  His  precious  blood 
 To  set  my  spirit  free, 
 
 2  'Twas  love  my  bosom  felt, 
 
 And  made  me  wipe  my  eyes, 
 When  low  before  His  throne  I  knelt 
 To  pour  my  feeble  cries. 
 
3  (6  Spiritual  Songs, 
 
 3  Touched  by  His  dying  love, 
 
 1  melted  into  grief; 
 Swift  on  the  wings  of  love  Ke  niovad 
 And  brought  me  sweet  relief. 
 
 4  Witn  my  whole  heart  I  love 
 
 The  God  that  loved  and  bled  ; 
 Who  left  the  shining  realms  abov^ 
 And  suffered  in  my  stead. 
 
 6  Who  can  forbear  to  love 
 
 A  God  so  good  and  kind  ? 
 Sure  He  is  worthy  to  be  loved 
 By  me  and  all  mankind. 
 
 389  C.    M.  Beddome, 
 
 1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  ha,v 
 
 My  dearest  Lord,  for  Thee  \ 
 It  is  but  right,  since  Thou  hast  done 
 Much  more  than  this  for  me. 
 
 2  Yes,  let  it  go  !  one  look  from  Thee 
 
 Will  more  than  make  amends 
 For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
 Of  honor,  riches,  friends. 
 
 o  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives. 
 How  worthless  they  appear, 
 Compared  with  Thee,  supremely  good, 
 Divinely  bright  and  fair. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  317 
 
 4  Savior  of  souls,  could  I  from  Thee 
 A  single  smile  obtain, 
 The  loss  of  all  things  I  cculd  bear, 
 And  glory  in  my  gain. 
 
 3QO  S.  M.  Waiiv 
 
 1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
 
 And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
 Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
 And  thus  surround  the  throne 
 
 2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
 
 Be  banished  from  the  place; 
 Religion  never  was  designed 
 To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
 
 3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 
 
 That  never  knew  our  God  j 
 But  children  of  the  Heavenly  King 
 May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 
 Glory  begun  below ; 
 Celestial  fruits  on  heavenly  ground 
 From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 
 
 6  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 
 
 A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
 Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
 Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
 
318  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  Then,  let  our  songs  abound, 
 And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
 We're  marching  through  Immanuel's 
 ground 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
 
 391  7s-  6s. 
 
 1  O,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
 
 And  reign  with  Him  above, 
 And  from  the  flowing  fountain 
 
 Drink  everlasting  love? 
 "When  shall  I  be  delivered 
 
 From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
 
 Drink  endless  pleasure  in? 
 
 2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
 
 My  Captain's  gone  before; 
 He's  given  me  my  orders, 
 
 And  bid  me  not  give  o'er; 
 His  promises  are  faithful, 
 
 A  righteous  crown  He'll  give, 
 And  all  His  valiant  soldiers 
 
 Eternally  shall  live. 
 
 3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
 
 To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
 And  then  away  to  Jesus 
 On  wings  of  love  I'll  ily. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  31c 
 
 Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
 
 I  bid  you  both  adieu  ; 
 And  O,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
 
 And  on  your  way  pursue. 
 
 Whene'er  you  meet  with  trouble* 
 
 And  trials  on  your  way, 
 Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
 
 And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
 Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 
 
 Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
 And  when  the  combat's  ended 
 
 He'll  carry  you  above. 
 
 0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 
 
 For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
 And  if  you  want  more  knowledge 
 
 He'll  not  refuse  to  lend. 
 Neither  will  He  upbraid  you, 
 
 Though  often  you  request; 
 He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
 
 And  take  you  home  to  rest. 
 
 392  P-M- 
 
 1  "When  sorrows  encompass  me  round, 
 
 And  many  distresses  I  see, 
 Astonished  I  cry,  can  a  mortal  be  found 
 
 Surrounded  with  troubles  like  me? 
 
320  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  Few  seasons  of  peace  I  enjoy, 
 And  they  are  succeeded  by  pain  ; 
 
 If  e'er  a  few  moments  of  praise  I  employ 
 I  have  hours  and  days  to  complain. 
 
 3  O,  when  will  my  sorrows  subside, 
 O,  when  shall  my  sufferings  cease  ? 
 
 O,  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  be  convened* 
 In  the  mansions  of  glory  and  bliss  ? 
 
 4  May  I  be  prepared  for  that  day 
 When  Jesus  shall  bid  me  remove, 
 
 That  I  may  in  rapture  go  shouting  away 
 To  the  arms  of  my  heavenly  love. 
 
 5  My  spirit  to  glory  conveyed, 
 My  body  laid  low  in  the  ground, 
 
 I  wish  not  a  tear  at  my  grave  to  be  shed; 
 Let  all  join  in  praising  around. 
 
 6  No  sorrow  be  vented  that  day 
 When  Jesus  hath  called  me  home; 
 
 With  singi  ag  and  shouting,  let  each  brother 
 say, 
 He's  gone  from  the  evil  to  come. 
 
 7  If  souls  disembodied  can  know, 
 Or  visit  their  brethren  beneath, 
 
 My  spirit  shall  join  you  while  singing  you  go, 
 And  leave  all  my  cares  in  the  grave. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  "ftl 
 
 8  Immersed  in  the  ocean  of  love, 
 My  soul  like  an  angel  shall  sing, 
 
 Till  Christ  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from 
 above, 
 And  make  all  creation  to  ring. 
 
 9  Our  bodies  in  dust  shall  obey, 
 
 And  swilter  than  thought  shall  arise; 
 Then  changed  in  a  moment,  go  shouting 
 away 
 To  mansions  of  love  in  the  skies. 
 
 393  78.  Ebenezer. 
 
 1  When  shall  we  all  meet  again ? 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
 Ott  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
 Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
 Oft  shall  sin  and  sorrow  reign 
 Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
 Parched  beneath  a  burning  sky; 
 Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
 Friendship  still  unites  our  souls; 
 Still  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
 
 Oft  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 3  When  our  burnished  locks  are  gray, 
 Thinned  by  many  a  toil-spent  day; 
 When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
 
 (ii) 
 
323  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine, 
 Long  may  this  loved  bower  remain 
 Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 
 
 4  When  the  dreams  of  life  is  fled, 
 When  its  wasted  lamp  is  dead, 
 When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
 Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid?. 
 Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
 There  may  we  all  meet  again. 
 
 5  There  shall  we  all  be  at  rest, 
 Leaning  on  the  Savior's  breast ^ 
 There  shall  we  forever  be 
 Gazing  on  the  Deity; 
 
 There  shall  we  the  Lamb  adore, 
 There  we'll  meet  to  part  no  moit 
 
 394  8s.  QS. 
 
 1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
 Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair. 
 And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
 
 2  We  speak  of  the  pathway  of  gold, 
 
 Of  its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  mr^ 
 Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold. 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
 
 3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
 From  sorrow,  temptation  and  care; 
 From  trials  without  and  within, 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  323 
 
 t    "Wo  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 
 
 Of  the  robes  which  the  gloritied  wear, 
 Of  the  church  of  the  first  born  above, 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there? 
 
 (>  Dear  Lord,  amid  sorrow  and  care, 
 My  spirit  for  heaven  prepare, 
 That  shortly  I,  also,  may  know 
 And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 
 
 6  There  anthems  of  praise  we  will  sing, 
 W  hen  safe  in  that  haven  of  rest, 
 To  Jesus,  our  Savior  and  King, 
 Who  reigns  in  those  realms  of  the  blest. 
 
 C1&5  Robinso*. 
 
 1  Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
 
 Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace! 
 
 Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
 Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
 
 Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
 
 Praise  the  mount — O,  fix  me  on  it- 
 Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
 
 2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  corns. 
 And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 
324  Spiritual  Sengs. 
 
 Jesus  q(  ught  me  when  a  strange*, 
 Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  I 
 
 Be,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
 Interp^s'd  His  precious  blood 
 
 3  0,  to  grare,  how  great  a  debtorf 
 Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
 
 Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fett^, 
 Bind  my  wand' ring  heart  to  Thae. 
 
 Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
 Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love-  • 
 
 Here's  my  heart,  O,  take  and  sea?  it- 
 Seal  it  for  Thy  courts  above. 
 
 3SS 
 
 1  O,  happy  time,  long  waited  for, 
 
 The  comfort  of  my  heart, 
 Since  1  have  met  the  saints  oncf  .ror^ 
 May  we  in  union  part. 
 
 2  Temptations  cease  to  break  my  pe<~**e, 
 
 Anl  all  my  sorrows  die; 
 When  I  with  you  my  love  renew, 
 O,  what  a  heaven  I. 
 
 £  My  sorrows  past,  and  I,  at  last, 
 Have  heavenly  comforts  found; 
 My  heart  to  Jesus  I  have  given, 
 And  I'm  for  Canaan  *jcund. 
 
Ipiritual  Songs.  435 
 
 4  If  fellowship  with  saints  twtow, 
 
 Is  to  our  souls  so  sweet, 
 What  heavenly  rapture  shall  we  know 
 When  round  the  throne  we  meet? 
 
 5  While  here  we  sit  and  sing  His  love 
 
 With  raptures  so  divine, 
 Our  joys  are  more  like  their' s  above. 
 While  in  their  songs  we  join. 
 
 d  Our  hearts  are  filled  with  holy  zeal, 
 We  long  to  see  the  King; 
 We  long  to  see  those  heavenly  hills. 
 Where  saints  ana  angels  sing, 
 
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 1  0,  tell  me  no  more  of  this  vain  wr  ;ld*a 
 
 store, 
 The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
 A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
 To  dwell   I'm   determined   on   that  happy 
 
 ground. 
 
 2  The  souls  that  believe  in  paradise  live, 
 And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive; 
 My  soul,  don't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away, 
 Rise,  follow  the  Savior,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 
 
 3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow. 
 What  light,  strength  an  I  comfort,  go  after 
 
 Him,  go ; 
 
326  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Lo,  onward  I  move  to  see  Christ  above, 
 None   guesses   how  wondrous   my  journey 
 will  prove. 
 
 4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell 
 
 and  sin, 
 Midst  outward  affliction  shall  feel   Christ 
 
 within  ; 
 And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
 For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  can  not  tell  why. 
 
 5  But  this  I  do  find,  to  Him  I'm  so  join'd 
 He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind ; 
 So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
 Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 
 face. 
 
 6  And  now  'tis  my  care,  my  neighbo  :s  mav 
 
 share 
 These  blessings ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of 
 
 you  dare? 
 In  bondage,  Oh,  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 
 When  Jesus  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh, 
 
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 1  O,  Jesus,  my  Savior,  I  know   Thou  art 
 
 mine, 
 For  Thee  all  the  pleasures  of  life  I'll  resign, 
 Of  objects  most  pleasing  I  love  the  best, 
 Without  Thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  Thee 
 
 I'm  blest. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  327 
 
 t  Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and 
 
 my  love, 
 No  richer 's  possess'd  by  the  angels  above; 
 For  Thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sense  I'll  forego 
 And  wander  a  pilgrim  distressed  below. 
 
 3  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  w&, 
 
 blind, 
 Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find, 
 And  when  I  was  sinking  in  darkest  despair, 
 My  Savior  relieved  me  and  bid  me  not  tear. 
 
 4  Tho'  poor  and  despised,  by  faith  I  now 
 
 etand, 
 Upheld   and   supported   by  heaven's   kind 
 
 hand ; 
 In  Jesus  supported,  I'll  praise  His  dear  name, 
 Regardless  of  censure,  of  praise  or  of  blame. 
 
 5  I  find   Him   in   singing,  I  find  Him  in 
 
 prayer, 
 In  sweet  meditation  He  always  is  near; 
 My  constant  companion,  O,  may  we  not  part. 
 Ail  glory  to  Jesus,  He  dwells  in  my  heart. 
 
 6  If  ever  I  loved,  sure  I  love  Thee,  my  Lord, 
 I  love  Thy  dear  people,  Thy  ways  and  Thy 
 
 word ; 
 I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners,  too, 
 Bince  J  esus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  woe. 
 
328  Spirimal  Songs. 
 
 3S9  c.  m.  £t*«* 
 
 1  Love  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows, 
 
 Its  beauty  never  dies; 
 On  earth  among  the  saints  it  grows.. 
 And  ripens  in  the  skies. 
 
 2  Pure  glowing  red,  and  spotless  white 
 
 Its  perfect  colors  are ; 
 In  Jesus  all  the  sweets  unite 
 And  look  divinely  fair. 
 
 3  The  finest  flower  that  ever  blowed, 
 
 Opened  on  Calvary's  trea, 
 When  Jesus'  blood  so  freely  flowed 
 For  love  of  worthless  me. 
 
 4  On  heaven's  bank  supremely  fair, 
 
 This  wondrous  flower  blooms; 
 Transplanted  to  its  native  air, 
 And  all  the  shore  perfumes. 
 
 5  But  not  to  heaven's  shores  confined. 
 
 The  seeds  from  whic^  it  grows 
 Take  root  within  the  human  mind, 
 Ani  scent  the  church  below. 
 
 6  And  soon  on  yonder  banks  above, 
 
 Shall  every  blossom  here 
 Appear  a  full,  ripe  flower  of  love, 
 Like  Him  transplanted  there. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  ytg 
 
 400  Medley. 
 
 1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
 
 And  sing  Thy  great  Kedeemer's  praise; 
 He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
 His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  free. 
 
 2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
 Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
 He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
 His  loving  kindness,  0,  how  great. 
 
 3  Tho'  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
 Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
 He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 
 
 His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong, 
 
 I  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
 Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud. 
 He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
 His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  good. 
 
 5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
 Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
 But  tho'  I  have  Him,  oft  forgot 
 His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 
 
 6  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. 
 
330  Spiritual  Sangi. 
 
 7  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. 
 
 4=01  C.  M.  ZreKiiett 
 
 1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
 
 And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
 To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
 Where  my  possessions  lie. 
 
 2  O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 
 
 That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
 Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
 And  rivers  of  delight. 
 
 3  There  gen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 
 
 On  trees  immortal  grow; 
 There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales 
 With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
 
 4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 
 
 Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
 There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
 And  scatters  night  away. 
 
 5  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 
 
 Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
 Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
 Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  331 
 
 6  "When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
 
 And  be  forever  blest? 
 When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
 And  in  his  bosom  rest? 
 
 7  FilPd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 
 
 Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
 Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  rolL 
 Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
 
 402  C.  M. 
 
 1  Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
 The  ™.henie  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
 Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
 That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 
 
 2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
 1  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high  ; 
 Despised  His  rich,  unbounding  grace, 
 Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 
 
 3  Enwrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
 And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
 Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
 
 Secure  without  a  hiding-place. 
 
 4  But  thus  th*  eternal  counsel  ran — 
 "Almighty  love,  arrest  that  man;  " 
 I  lelt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
 
 And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 
 
3jj  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view, 
 To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew; 
 
 But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
 "This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 
 
 6  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard , 
 And  Mercy's  angel  form  appeared ; 
 She  led  me  on,  with  gentle  pace, 
 To  Jesus  as  my  hiding  place. 
 
 7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 
 That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell; 
 He  bore  it  for  our  sinful  race, 
 
 And  thus  became  our  hiding  place. 
 
 "}  Should  storms  of  thundering  vengeance 
 roll, 
 And  shake  the  globe  from  poll  to  poll, 
 No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
 For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 
 
 9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
 Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast, 
 Where  I  shall  sing  the  songs  of  grace, 
 And  see  my  glorious  hiding  place. 
 
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 I  How  happy  are  they 
 Who  their  Savior  obey, 
 
 And  whose  treasures  are  laid  up  above; 
 Tongue  can  not  express 
 The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
 
 Of  the  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  X33 
 
 2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
 When  the  favor  divine 
 
 I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
 When  my  heart  it  believed 
 What  a  joy  I  received, 
 
 What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name 
 
 3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
 My  Redeemer  to  know, 
 
 And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
 Than  to  fall  at  His  feet 
 And  the  story  repeat, 
 
 And  the  Savior  of  sinners  adore, 
 
 4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
 Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 
 
 0,  that  more  his  salvation  might  see. 
 He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 
 He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
 
 To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 
 
 5  On  the  wings  of  His  love 
 I  was  carried  above 
 
 All  sin,  and  temptation  and  pain ! 
 I  could  not  believe 
 That  I  ever  should  grieve — 
 
 That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 
 
 6  O,  the  rapturous  hight 
 Of  that  holy  delight 
 
 Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood i 
 
334  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Of  the  Savior  possessed, 
 I  was  perfectly  blest, 
 
 Overwhelm'd  in  the  goodness  of  God. 
 
 7  Now,  my  remnant  of  days 
 Would  I  spend  in  His  praise. 
 
 Who  hath  died  my  poor  soin  tc  "edeemr 
 Whether  many  or  few, 
 All  my  years  are  his  due — 
 
 May  they  all  be  devoted  to  him 
 
 8  What  a  mercy  is  this  ! 
 What  a  heaven  of  bliss ! 
 
 How  unspeakably  happy  am  I, 
 Gathered  into  the  fold, 
 With  believers  enroll'd, 
 
 With  believers  to  live  and  to  die- 
 
 9  Lo  !  the  day's  drawing  nigh 
 When,  my  soul,  thou  shalt  fly 
 
 To  the  place  thy  salvation  began ; 
 Where  the  Three  and  the  One, 
 Father,  Spirit  and  Son, 
 
 Laid  the  scheme  of  redemption  for  man 
 
 «4:0^=  7S«  Cowper. 
 
 1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord; 
 'Tis  the  Savior,  hear  His  word: 
 Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  Thee : 
 "Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  335 
 
 2  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 
 
 And  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound; 
 Sought  tliee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right. 
 Turned  thy  darkness  into  light, 
 
 8  u  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
 Cease  toward  a  child  she  bare? 
 Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
 Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
 
 4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
 Higher  than  the  bights  above; 
 Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
 Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 
 
 5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
 When  the  work  of  grace  is  done: 
 Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be, 
 Say,  poor  sinuer,  lov'st  thou  Me?' 
 
 G  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
 That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
 Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore ; 
 O,  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more! 
 
 405  CM.  Newton 
 
 1  Amazing  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
 That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me! 
 I  once  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  tound. 
 Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
 
33^  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear. 
 
 And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
 How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
 The  hour  I  first  believ'd! 
 
 3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
 
 I  have  already  come  ; 
 'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
 And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 
 
 4  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. 
 
 5  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. 
 
 6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow9 
 
 The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
 But  God,  who  call'd  me  here  below, 
 Will  be  forever  mine. 
 
 <4-063  Newton, 
 
 1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
 
 Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
 Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
 Am  I  His,  or  am  I  not? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  337 
 
 2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 
 
 Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
 Hardly  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
 Who  have  never  heard  His  name. 
 
 3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
 
 Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
 Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
 If  I  knew  a  Savior's  love  ? 
 
 4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
 
 All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
 Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
 Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 
 
 5  tf  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
 
 Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  1  do ; 
 You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
 Tell  me  is  it  thus  with  you? 
 
 8   Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
 Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
 Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
 If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 
 
 7  Could  I  joy  His  saints  to  meet, 
 
 Choose  the  way  I  once  abhor'd, 
 Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
 If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 
 
 8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 
 
 Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
 Shine  upon  the  work  of  grace, 
 If  it  be  indeed  besrun. 
 
338  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 9  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 
 If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
 If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
 Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 
 
 -4:07  us. 
 
 1  O,  Jesus,  my  Savior,  to  Th^e  I  subnn. 
 With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at 
 
 Thy  feet; 
 The    sacrifice    offered,    my   8r>ul,  flesh  and 
 
 blood; 
 Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord  and  my 
 
 God. 
 
 2  I  love  Thee,  I  love  Thee,  I  luve  Thee,  my 
 
 Lord  ! 
 I  love  Thee,  my  Savior,  I  love    Thee,  my 
 
 God. 
 I  love  Thee,  I  love  Thee,  and  that    Thou 
 
 dost  know, 
 But  how  much  I  love    Thee    1  never  can 
 
 show. 
 
 3  I'm    happy,    I'm    happy,   0,   wond'rous 
 
 account ! 
 My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount ; 
 I  gaze  on  my  treasures,  and  long  to  be  there, 
 With  angels,  my  kindred  and  Jesus,  my  dear. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  339 
 
 4  O,  Jesus,  my  Savior,  in  Thee  I  am  blest ; 
 My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest, 
 Thy  grace  is  my  theme,  and  Thy  name  is  my 
 
 song; 
 Thy  love  doth  inspire  my   heart  and    my 
 tongue. 
 
 5  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain, 
 They  can  not  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame, 
 I  am  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  I  had, 
 I  could  not  the  mystery  completely  describe. 
 
 6  0,  who  is  li'ke  Jesus !  He's  Salem's  great 
 
 King! 
 He  smiles  and  lie  love3  me,  He  learns  me  to 
 
 sing! 
 I'll  praise  my  dear  Jesus,  I  love  His  dear 
 
 name, 
 I'll   love  and    I'll    praise    Him,    when    the 
 
 world's  in  a  flame, 
 
 408  8s-  Newton 
 
 I  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
 When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
 Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
 flowers  ; 
 Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 
 The  mid-summer  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. 
 
34°  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
 
 And  sweeter  than  music  His  voice; 
 His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
 
 And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
 I  should,  were  He  always  thus  nigh, 
 
 Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
 No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
 
 My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
 
 3  Content  with  beholding  His  face, 
 
 My  all  to  His  pleasure  resign'd ; 
 No  changes  of  season  or  place 
 
 Would  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. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
 
 If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song; 
 Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
 
 And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
 O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  skies, 
 
 Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
 Or  take  me  unto  Thee  on  high, 
 
 Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
 
 409  8s.  6s.  5s.  Swain. 
 
 1  O,  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
 delight, 
 On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
 
Spiritual  Sengs.  34c 
 
 My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the 
 night, 
 My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
 
 2  Where  dost  Thou  at  noontide  resort  with 
 
 Thy  sheep, 
 To  teed  on  the  pastures  of  love? 
 Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
 Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 
 
 3  Or  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from 
 
 Thee? 
 Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
 Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
 see 
 And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
 
 4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you 
 
 seen 
 The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone; 
 Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
 And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone? 
 
 5  This  is  my  beloved,  His  form  is  divine; 
 His  vestments  shed  odors  around; 
 
 The  locks  on  His  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
 vine, 
 When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 
 
 6  His  hps  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow 
 That  waters  the  garden  of  grace; 
 
342  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 From   which   their   salvation  the  Gentiles 
 shall  know 
 And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  His  face. 
 
 7  Love  sits  on  His  eyelids  and  scatters  delight 
 Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 
 Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  His  sight, 
 1    And  praise  Him  with  fullness  of  joy. 
 
 <3-10  7&'  Benedict. 
 
 1  Hail,  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
 Ye  who  love  the  Savior's  name  ! 
 Who  are  cleansed  by  pardoning  blood, 
 Go  with  us,  the  way  is  good. 
 Canaan's  land  we  have  in  view, 
 While  we  on  our  way  pursue  ; 
 March  with  joy  the  heavenly  road, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 
 0,  glory  hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord, 
 Praise  Him  in  His  bright  abode. 
 
 2  Come,  ye  sinners,  sick  and  sore, 
 Flee  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
 Walk  the  path  which  Jesus  trod, 
 &o  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 Leave  the  world,  and  seek  the  Lord. 
 Read  and  meditate  His  word  ; 
 Take  it  for  yonr  constant  guide, 
 
 Qo  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  34^ 
 
 3  Come  ye  aged,  come  ye  young, 
 Every  nation  learn  the  song; 
 Sound  your  Savior's  name  abroad, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 Doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fears-, 
 Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
 Christ  for  you  has  shed  His  blood, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 
 £  Burden'd  souls,  oppress'd  with  grief, 
 Jesus  freely  grants  relief; 
 He'll  remove  your  heavy  load, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 Needy  sinners,  doubt  no  more, 
 Jesus  hath  an  ample  store; 
 Richest  wine,  and  choicest  food ; 
 Go  with  us — the  way  i3  good. 
 
 5  Ye  who  know  your  Savior's  love, 
 Now  your  faithfulness  approve; 
 Follow  Him  in  Jordan's  flood, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 Saints  begin  the  heavenly  song, 
 Join  in  concert  every  tongue ; 
 Walk  with  joy  the  heavenly  road, 
 Go  with  us — the  way  is  good. 
 
 ^H  CM.  Leland. 
 
 1  That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
 When  Zion's  light  shall  come; 
 She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
 Bright  as  the  rising  sun. 
 
344  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 
 
 And  earth's  foundation  bend, 
 When,  like  a  bride,  Jerusalem, 
 All  glorious  shall  descend. 
 
 3  The  King  who  wears  that  glorious  crown, 
 
 The  azure  flaming  bow, 
 The  holy  city  shall  bring  down, 
 To  bless  the  church  below. 
 
 4  When  Zion's  bleeding,  conquering  King. 
 
 Shall  sin  and  death  destroy, 
 The  morning  stars  together  sing 
 And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 
 
 5  Let  satan  rage,  and  boast  no  more, 
 
 Nor  think  his  reign  is  long; 
 Though  saints  are  feeble,  weak  and  pocrT 
 Their  great  Redeemer's  strong. 
 
 6  He  is  their  shield  and  hiding  place, 
 
 A  covert  from  the  wind ; 
 A  stream  of  light  from  Christ  the  rock. 
 Runs  through  this  weary  land. 
 
 7  A  thousand  years  shall  roll  around 
 
 The  church  shall  be  complete ; 
 CaU'd  by  the  glorious  trumpet's  souna, 
 Their  Savior  they  shall  meet. 
 
 8  They'll  rise  with  joy  and  mount  on  high, 
 
 They'll  fly  to  Jesus'  arms; 
 And  gaze  with  wonder  and  delight 
 On  their  beloved's  charms. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  345 
 
 412  CM.  Watts. 
 
 1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 
 A  foU'wer  of  the  Lamb  ? 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
 Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
 
 2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
 
 On  flowery  beds  of  ease ; 
 While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
 And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 
 
 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
 
 Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
 Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
 To  help  me  on  to  God? 
 
 4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 
 
 Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
 Fll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
 Supported  by  Thy  word. 
 
 5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
 
 Shall  conquer,  though  they  die, 
 They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
 And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
 
 6  W"hen  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
 
 And  all  thine  armies  shine 
 In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
 The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
 
346  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 <tl3  7s-  6s.  Newton, 
 
 1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 
 
 Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
 There  is  but  one  Physician 
 
 Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
 Next  door  to  death  He  found  me, 
 
 And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
 To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
 
 His  wondrous  power  to  save. 
 
 2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
 
 Is  light  compar'd  with  sin  ; 
 On  every  part  it  seizes, 
 
 But  rages  most  within. 
 'Tis  palsey,  plague  and  fever, 
 
 And  madness,  all  combined, 
 And  none  hist  a  believer 
 
 The  least  relief  can  find. 
 
 3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
 
 1  sought  a  cure  to  gain, 
 But  this  proved  more  distressing^ 
 
 And  added  to  my  pain  ; 
 Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 
 
 Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
 Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 
 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  crost. 
 
 4  At  length  this  great  Physician— 
 
 How  matchless  is  His  grace— 
 Accepted  my  petition, 
 And  undertook  my  case  ; 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  347 
 
 First  gave  me  sight  to  view  Him — 
 For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd — 
 
 Then  bid  me  look  unto  Him  j 
 I  looked,  and  I  was  heal'd. 
 
 A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
 
 Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
 At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
 
 And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
 Come,  then  to  this,  Physician, 
 
 His  help  He'll  freely  give  ; 
 He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
 
 'Tis  only  look  and  live. 
 
 41  4  7s-  Cowper. 
 
 1  'Tis  my  happiness  below, 
 
 Not  to  live  without  the  cross; 
 But  the  Savior's  power  to  know, 
 Sanctifying  every  loss. 
 
 2  Trials  must  and  will  befall, 
 
 Bat — with  humble  faith  to  see 
 Love  inscribed  upon  them  all — 
 This  is  happiness  to  me. 
 
 3  God  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 
 
 Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil; 
 These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds, 
 Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil. 
 
34§  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet, 
 
 Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 
 Trials  bring  me  to  His  feet — 
 Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there 
 
 5  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
 
 No  chastisements  by  the  way, 
 Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
 I  should  be  a  castaway  ? 
 
 4:15  C.  M. 
 
 1  There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 
 
 All  others  go  astray; 
 Narrow,  but  pleasant,  is  the  road, 
 And  Christians  love  the  way. 
 
 2  It  leads  straight  through  this  world  of  sin. 
 
 And  dangers  must  be  passed; 
 But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein 
 Will  come  to  heaven  at  last. 
 
 3  While  the  broad  road,  where  thousands  go. 
 
 Lies  near,  and  opens  fair, 
 And  many  turn  aside,  I  know, 
 To  walk  with  sinners  there. 
 
 4  But,  lest  my  feeble  steps  should  slide, 
 
 Or  wander  from  the  way, 
 Lord,  condescend  to  be  my  guide, 
 And  I  shall  never  stray. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  3^v 
 
 <kie  7s. 
 
 1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give 
 Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live; 
 'Tis  religion  must  supply 
 
 Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
 
 2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
 Lasting  as  eternity  ; 
 
 Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
 Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 
 
 417  L.  M.  H.  A'.  White. 
 
 1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 
 
 The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky ; 
 One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
 
 Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
 
 2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
 
 From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
 But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks, 
 It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 
 
 The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
 Tin'  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
 The  wind,  that  toss'd   my  foundering 
 bark. 
 
 4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze; 
 
 L>eath-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
 When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
 It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
350  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 
 
 It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
 And  through  the  storm   and  dangerous 
 thrall 
 it  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
 
 6  Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 
 
 I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
 Forever  and  forever  more, 
 
 The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 -4:18  CM.  Wat*. 
 
 1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
 
 Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
 Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
 The  glory  of  His  cross. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  His  name, 
 
 His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
 Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
 Or  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
 
 3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 
 
 And  He  can  well  secure 
 What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 
 'Till  the  decisive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name, 
 
 Before  His  Father's  face, 
 And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
 Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  351 
 
 «£-lC}  CM.  Newton. 
 
 1  To  those  who  know  the  Lord,  I  speak, 
 
 Is  my  beloved  near  ? 
 Jesii3,  my  friend,  my  soul  doth  seek — 
 Oh  !  when  will  he  appear? 
 
 2  Tho'  once  a  man  of  grief  and  shame, 
 
 Yet  now  lie  tills  a  throne; 
 And  bears  the  greatest,  sweetest  name, 
 That  earth  or  heav'n  have  known. 
 
 3  Grace  flies  before,  and  love  attends 
 
 His  steps  where'er  He  goes  ; 
 Tho'  none  can  see  him  but  his  friends, 
 And  they  were  once  His  foes. 
 
 4  He  speaks — obedient  to  his  call 
 
 Our  warm  affections  move  ; 
 If  sinners  did  but  know  His  love, 
 They  all  would  love  Him,  too. 
 
 5  Then  love  in  every  heart  would  reign, 
 
 And  war  would  cease  to  roar; 
 And  cruel  and  blood  thirsty  men 
 Would  thirst  for  blood  no  more. 
 
 8  Such  Jesus  is,  and  such  His  grace, 
 O,  may  lie  shine  on  you  ! 
 And  tell  Him  when  you  see  His  face, 
 1  love  to  see  Him  too. 
 
352  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 ^2,0  CM.  Newton, 
 
 1  la  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
 
 Unawed  by  shame  or  fear ; 
 Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
 And  stopped  my  wild  career. 
 
 2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 
 
 In  agonies  and  blood, 
 Who  iix'd  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
 As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 
 
 3  Sure  never,  to  my  latest  breath, 
 
 Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
 It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 
 Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 
 
 4  My  conscience  felt,  and  owned  the  guilt, 
 
 And  plung'd  me  in  despair  ; 
 I  saw  my  sins  His  biood  had  spilt, 
 And  help'd  to  nail  Him  there. 
 
 5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
 
 But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
 Where  shall  my  tumbling  soul  be  hid? 
 For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 
 
 8  A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said? 
 "  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
 This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
 I'll  die  that  thou  mav'st  live  " 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  353 
 
 7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 
 My  spirit  now  is  filled  ; 
 That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
 Yet  live  by  Him  I  killed. 
 
 -i21  L.  M. 
 
 1  I  am  a  stranger  here  below, 
 
 And  what  I  am  'tis  hard  to  know; 
 I  am  so  vile,  so  prone  to  sin, 
 I  fear  that  I'm  not  born  again. 
 
 2  When  I  experience  call  to  mind, 
 My  understanding  is  so  blind, 
 All  feeling  sense  seems  to  be  gone 
 Which  makes  me  fear  that  I  am  wrong, 
 
 3  I  find  myself  out  of  the  way; 
 
 My  thoughts  are  often  gone  astray; 
 Like  one  alone  I  seem  to  be — 
 Oh,  is  there  any  one  like  me? 
 
 4  It's  seldom  I  can  even  see 
 Myself  as  I  would  wish  to  be ; 
 What  I  desire  I  can't  attain, 
 And  what  I  hate  I  can't  refrain. 
 
 6  So  far  from  God  I  seem  to  lie 
 
 Which  makes  me  often  weep  and  cry, 
 I  fear  at  last  that  I  shall  fall ; 
 For  if  a  saint,  the  least  of  all. 
 (12) 
 
354  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  I  seldom  iiutl  a  heart  to  pray, 
 
 So  many  tilings  step  in  my  way: 
 Thus,  tilled  with  doubts,  1  ask  to  know 
 Come  tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 
 
 7  So,  by  experience,  I  do  know 
 There's  nothing  good  that  I  can  do; 
 I  can  not  satisfy  the  law, 
 
 Nor  hope  nor  comtort  from  it  draw. 
 
 8  My  nature  is  so  prone  to  sin, 
 Which  makes  my  duty  so  unclean, 
 That  when  I  count  up  all  the  cost — 
 If  not  free  grace — then  I  am.  lost. 
 
 422  "f 
 
 1  Come,  children  of  heaven,  and  help  us  to 
 
 sing 
 Loud  anthems,  and  praises,  to  Jesus,  our 
 
 King. 
 His  life  it  was  given  our  souls  to  redeem, 
 And  bring  us  to  heaven,  to  dwell  there  with 
 
 Him. 
 
 2  Not  angels  in  glory,  nor  cherubs  above, 
 Can  fathom  the  fountain  of  intinite  love; 
 Their  wisdom  can't  search  it — they  can  not 
 
 tell  why, 
 The  sovereign  of  angels  for  sinners  should 
 die. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  »r^ 
 
 3  In  the  region  of  darkness,  death,  sorrow 
 
 and  pains, 
 We  all  lay  in  ruin,  in  prison  and  chains ; 
 But  Jesus  has  bought  us  with  His  precious 
 
 blood; 
 Tis  a  ransom  provided  to  bring  us  to  God. 
 
 4  Why  then  should  we  wish  still  to   stay 
 
 here  below, 
 WTien  rivers  of  pleasure  in  Paradise  now? 
 Eternally  streaming  in  exquisite  bliss, 
 And  still  we  are  feeling  our  joys  to  increase, 
 
 5  Then  come,  my  dear  brethren,  count  all 
 
 things  but  loss, 
 Your   treasure's    in    heaven,    don't    shrink 
 
 from  the  cross. 
 Ye  favorites  of  heaven,  dear  lambs  of  the 
 
 fold, 
 Though  devils  surround   you— be  faithful 
 
 and  bold. 
 
 6  Consider  the  dangers  that  lie  in  your  way, 
 The  snares  and  temptations  in  this  evil  day, 
 But  this  we  must  surfer,  and  patient  endure, 
 Till  Jesus  shall  take  us,  where  dangers  are 
 
 o'er. 
 
 7  Then  with  Him  in  glory  we  shortly  shall 
 
 reign, 
 Delivered    from    sorrow,   temptations    and 
 
 pain. 
 To  join  with  the  angels  and  spirits  divine — 
 In  Jesus'  imasre  eternally  shine. 
 
356  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 423  P.  m. 
 
 1  If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them 
 
 not  thy  heart, 
 Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee  from  thy  God  to 
 part ; 
 His  favor  seek,  His  praises  speak, 
 Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation  ; 
 Serve  Him — for  He  will  ever  be 
 The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 
 
 i  If  distress  befall  thee — painful  though  it 
 
 be, 
 Let  not  grief  befall  thee — to  thy  Savior  flee; 
 He  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear, 
 
 And  calm  thy  perturbation  ; 
 The  waves  of  woe  can  ne'er  o'erthrow 
 The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 
 
 3  When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not 
 
 distress ; 
 Better   comforts   await    thee  —  Christ   will 
 
 freely  bless ; 
 To  Jesus  flee — thy  prop  He'll  be — 
 
 Thy  heavenly  consolation; 
 For  griefs  below  can  ne'er  o'erthrow 
 
 The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 
 
 4  Dangers  may  approach  thee — let  them  not 
 
 alarm, 
 Christ  will   ever  watch   thee,  and   protect 
 from  harm ; 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  357 
 
 He  near  thee  stands,  with  mighty  hands, 
 To  ward  off  each  temptation  ; 
 
 To  Jesus  fly — He's  ever  nigh, 
 The  Kock  of  thy  salvation. 
 
 5  Let   not   death   alarm   thee — shrink    not 
 
 from  the  blow, 
 For   thy  God  will  arm  thee,   and   victory 
 bestow ; 
 For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting — 
 
 The  grave  no  desolation ; 
 'Tis  gain  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 
 The  Kock  of  thy  salvation. 
 
 4=24,  73. 
 
 1  Let  Thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior, 
 
 Come,  and  bid  our  journey  cease; 
 Come,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 
 
 God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  Peace. 
 Yi^it  now  Thy  needy  Zion, 
 
 See  Tby  people  mourn  and  weep; 
 Day  and  night  Thy  lambs  are  crying — 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep. 
 
 2  Many  follow  men's  inventions, 
 
 And  neglect  the  Savior's  laws; 
 Thence  divisions  and  contentions 
 
 Wound  the  dear  Redeemer's  cause. 
 Saints,  themselves,  in  sad  declensions 
 
 Like  the  foolish  virgins,  sleep; 
 All  are  wrong,  and  in  confusion — 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep. 
 
358  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 
 
 Some  for  Cephas — few  agree; 
 Jesus,  let  us  hear  Thee  call  us, 
 
 Aid  us,  Lord,  to  follow  Thee; 
 Then  we  shall,  whatever  encumbers, 
 
 Every  hindrance  overleap, 
 Fearing  neither  force  nor  numbers — 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep. 
 
 4  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 
 
 We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth; 
 Guide  us  by  Thy  Holy  Spirit, 
 
 Into  all  Thy  sacred  truth. 
 On  Thy  word  of  grace  we'll  venture, 
 
 Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep ; 
 Love's  our  banner,  Christ's  our  leader, 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep. 
 
 5  Savior,  still  with  courage  arm  us, 
 
 That  we  may  not  yield  to  fears; 
 Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 
 
 While  Thy  gracious  aid  is  near. 
 Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus  ! 
 
 At  His  name  our  hearts  do  leap ; 
 He  both  comforts  us  and  heals  us — 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep 
 
 8  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation 
 Saying,  fear  not,  little  flock, 
 I  mvself  am  your  foundation, 
 \  e  are  built  upon  this  Rock. 
 
Spiritual  Sonrs,  359 
 
 Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
 
 0,  beware  of  sin  and  sleep  ; 
 Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy — 
 
 I  delight  to  feed  My  sheep. 
 
 4  Christ,  alone,  our  souls  shall  rest  on, 
 
 Taught  by  Him  we  own  His  name ; 
 Sweetest  of  ail  names  is  Jesus — 
 
 How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame. 
 Saints  and  angels  chant  the  story, 
 
 Jesus  all  the  flock  will  keep ; 
 He  nath  led  the  way  to  glory, 
 
 And  will  thither  bring  His  sheep. 
 
 ■3=25 
 
 1  How   sweet  to  reflect  on   the  joys  that 
 
 await  me 
 In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
 Where   gloriiied    spirits   in    raptures   that 
 greet  me 
 And  lead   me  to  mansions  prepared   for 
 the  blessed, 
 
 2  Encircled    with    light    and    with    glory 
 
 enshrouded, 
 My    happiness    perfect,  my    mind's   eye 
 
 unclouded, 
 I'll  bathe  in  the  ocerm  of  mercies  unbounded, 
 And  range  with  flight  through  the  Eden 
 
 of  love. 
 
360  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 8  While  angelic  legions  with  harps  tuned 
 celestial, 
 Harmoniously    join    in    the    concert    of 
 praise, 
 And  saints  as  they  flock  from  the  regions 
 terrestial, 
 In  loud  hallelujah's  their  voices  shall  raise. 
 
 4  Their  songs  of  redemption  that  echo  in 
 
 heaven, 
 My  soul  would  respond,  to  Immanuel  b<r 
 
 given 
 A.11  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
 Who  brought  us  to  heaven,  the  Eden  ot 
 
 Love, 
 
 5  Then  hail,  blessed  state,  hail,  ye  songsters 
 
 of  glory, 
 Ye  harpers  of   bliss,  soon   I'll  meet  you 
 
 above, 
 To  join  your  full  choir,  in  rel learning  the 
 
 story, 
 Salvation  from  sorrow,  thro'  Jesus'  love. 
 
 6  Though  prisoned  on  earth,  yet  by  antici- 
 
 tion, 
 Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibatiou 
 Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  this 
 
 station — 
 My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of 
 
 Love. 
 
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 42S  8s.  p. 
 
 1  Well  may  Thy  servants  mourn,  my  God, 
 
 The  churches'  desolation  ; 
 The  state  of  Zion  calls  aloud, 
 
 For  grief  and  lamentation. 
 Once  she  was  alive  to  Thee, 
 
 And  thousands  were  converted, 
 But  now  a  sad  reverse  we  see. 
 
 Her  glory  is  departed, 
 
 2  Her  pastors  ]ove  to  live  at  eaee — 
 
 They  covet  wealth  and  honor; 
 And  while  they  seek  such  things  as  these, 
 
 They  bring  reproach  upon  her. 
 Such  worthless  objects  they  pursue, 
 
 Warmly  and  undiverted ; 
 The  church  they  lead,  and  ruin,  too— 
 
 Her  glory  is  departed. 
 
 3  Her  private  members  walk  no  more 
 
 As  Jesus  Christ  has  taught  them; 
 Riches  and  fashion  they  adore — 
 
 With  these  the  world  has  bought  them. 
 The  christian  name  they  still  retain, 
 
 Absurdly  and  false  hearted, 
 And  while  they  in  the  church,  remain, 
 
 Her  glory  is  departed. 
 
 4  And  has  religion  left  the  church, 
 
 Without  a  trace  behind  her? 
 Where  shall  I  go  ?    Where  shall  I  search. 
 That  I  once  more  may  find  her? 
 
ft*  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Adieu,  ye  proud,  ye  light  and  gay, 
 I'll  seek  the  broken-hearted, 
 
 Who  weep  when  they  of  Zion  say, 
 Her  glory  is  departed. 
 
 5  Some  few,  like  good  Elijah,  stand, 
 
 While  thousands  have  revolted; 
 In  earnest  for  the  heavenly  land, 
 
 They  never  yet  have  halted. 
 With  such,  religion  doth  remain, 
 
 For  they  are  not  perverted  ; 
 0,  may  they  all  through  tliem  regain 
 
 The  glory  that's  departed. 
 
 4:27  P.  M. 
 
 1  I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God, 
 
 Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrow  trod, 
 And  bore  my  sins — a  heavy  load — 
 
 Up  Calvary's  gloomy  mountain. 
 There,  on  the  cross,  He  mournful  hun£. 
 The  scorn  of  many  an  impious  tongue, 
 While  pain  extreme  His  nature  wrung, 
 
 As  flowed  lite's  crimson  fountain. 
 
 2  The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene, 
 But  round  him  drew  night's  sable  screeu: 
 Nature  was  dressed  in  mourning  mien. 
 
 And  sighed  when  Jesus  suffered; 
 But,  Oh  !  His  persecutors  stood, 
 k.  cruel,  hellish,  viperous  brood, 
 [Jnawed  to  see  His  gushing  blood, 
 
 And  scoffiiijr  insults  offered. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  36^ 
 
 3  O,  why  did  not  His  anger  burn, 
 
 And  floods  of  vengeance  on  them  turn? 
 Amazing  scene!  His  bowels  yearn, 
 
 In  soft  compassion  o'er  them  ; 
 No  fury  kindled  in  His  eyes, 
 They  burn  with  love,  and  when  He  dies, 
 "Father,  forgive,"  the  sufferer  cries, 
 
 And  makes  excuses  for  them. 
 
 4  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 
 For  Him  who  did  so  much  tor  me  ; 
 My  constant  service,  faithful,  free, 
 
 My  ransom  powers  employing. 
 I  ought  His  cross  with  pleasure  bear 
 And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there; 
 In  His  reproach  most  gladly  share, 
 
 In  tribulation  joying. 
 
 423  8s.  7s. 
 
 1  There  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
 
 Than  native  vale  or  mountain, 
 A  spot  for  which  affection's  tear 
 
 Springs  grateful  from  its  fountain. 
 "Pis  not  where  kindred  souls  abound, 
 
 Though  that  on  earth  is  heaven, 
 But  where  I  first  my  Savior  found, 
 
 And  fe?t  my  sins  forgiven. 
 
 2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore* 
 
 Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean  ; 
 Above  me  was  the  thunders  roar, 
 Beneath,  the  waves'  commotion. 
 
$4  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 
 Around  me,  faint  with  terror; 
 
 In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groan 
 Ascend  for  years  of  error  ! 
 
 3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 
 
 I  knew  not  help  was  near  me, 
 And  cried, "  O,  save  me,  Lord,  from  death  \ 
 
 Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me  !  " 
 Then,  quick  as  thought,  I  felt  Him  mine, 
 
 My  Savior  stood  before  me  ; 
 I  saw  His  brightness  round  me  shine, 
 
 And  shouted,  "  Glory,  glory  !  " 
 
 4  0,  sacred  hour  !  0,  hallowed  spot  ! 
 
 Where  love  divine  first  found  me" 
 Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot, 
 
 My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee! 
 And  when  from  earth  I  rise,  to  soar 
 
 Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
 Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more, 
 
 Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 
 
 1  In  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 
 When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed  with  sorrow 
 
 and  care ; 
 From  the  ends  of  the  earth,  unto  Thee  will 
 
 I  cry, 
 Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 
 
 Higher  than  L  higher  than  I — 
 Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  365 
 
 2  "When  Satan,  the  tempter,  comes  in  with 
 
 a  flood, 
 ^To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of 
 
 good, 
 I'll  pray  to  the  Savior,  who  kindly  did  die, 
 Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 
 Higher  than  I,  etc. 
 
 3  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage 
 
 here, 
 Clad  in  Jesus'   pure  righteousness,  let  me 
 
 appear; 
 In   the  swellings  of   Jordan,  on    Thee  I'll 
 
 rely, 
 And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 
 Higher  than  I,  etc, 
 
 4  And  when  the  last  trumpet  shall  sound 
 
 through  the  skies, 
 When  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth 
 
 shall  arise, 
 With   bright   millions   I'll   join  far   above 
 
 yonder  sky, 
 To  praise  the  dear  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 
 Higher  than  I,  etc. 
 
 430 
 
 1  I  have  sought  round  this  verdant  earth  for 
 
 unfading  joy, 
 I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth,  but  all, 
 
 all  will  cloy; 
 
366  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Lord,  bestow  on  me  grace  to  set  my  spirit 
 
 free, 
 Thine  the  praise  shall  be  mine,  mine  the  joy. 
 
 2  I  have  wandered  in  mazes  dark,  of  doubt 
 
 and  distress, 
 I  have  not  had  a  kindly  spark  my  spirit  to 
 
 bless ; 
 Cheerless   "unbelief  filled  my  laboring  soul 
 
 with  grief; 
 What  shall  give  relief?    What  shall  give 
 
 peace  ? 
 
 3  I  turned  to  Thy  gospel,  Lord,  from  folly 
 
 away, 
 I  trusted  in  Thy  holy  word,  which  taught 
 
 me  to  pray  ; 
 Here  I  found   release,  wearied  spirit  here 
 
 found  peace, 
 Hopes  of  endless  bliss,  eternal  day. 
 
 4  I'm  a  stranger  and  pilgrim  here  in  this 
 
 world  of  woe, 
 But  I  find  my  Kedeemer  near,  as  onward 
 
 I  go; 
 
 Jesus  is  my  friend,  He  will  be  with  me  to 
 
 the  end, 
 And  from  foes  defend  my  path  below. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  367 
 
 5  I   have   heard    my   Redeemer   say,    "  My 
 
 promise  is  sure, 
 I  have  taught  thee  to  watch  and  pray— all 
 
 hardness  endure." 
 Jesus,  be    my  guide,  in    Thy  promise   I'll 
 
 confide; 
 Keep  me  near  Thy  side,  my  life,  my  way. 
 
 6  I  will  praise  Thee,  my  Heavenly  King,  I'll 
 
 praise  and  adore, 
 
 My  heart's  richest  tribute  bring  to  Thee, 
 God  of  power ; 
 
 And  in  heaven  above,  saved  by  Thy  redeem- 
 ing love, 
 
 Loud  the  strains  shall  move  forevermore. 
 
 7  Hallelujahs   through    heaven    will    ring, 
 
 Salvation  the  theme; 
 Glory,  honor,  and  praise  we'll  sing  to  God 
 
 and  the  Lamb ; 
 Crowns  of  glory  wear,  palms  of  victory  we 
 
 shall  b^ar; 
 Shouts  of  triumph  there  never  shall  end. 
 
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 I  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
 Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
 
 Savior  divine. 
 Now  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
 Take  a  i  my  guilt  away, 
 Oh  !  let  me  from  this  day 
 Be  wholly  Thine. 
 
JbS  Spiritual  Sottas. 
 
 %  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
 Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 
 
 My  zeal  inspire; 
 As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
 Oh !  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
 Pure,  warm  and  changeless  be, 
 
 A  burning  lire, 
 
 3  When  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
 And  griefs  around  me  spread, 
 
 Be  Thou  my  guide; 
 Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
 Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
 
 From  Thee  aside. 
 
 4  When  ends  life's  transient  dreamr 
 When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
 
 Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
 Blest  Savior,  then  in  love, 
 Fear  and  distress  remove, 
 Oh !  bear  me  safe  above, 
 
 A  ransomed  soul. 
 
 -3=32  7*-  Topxtay. 
 
 1  Rock  of  Ages,  shelter  me! 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee! 
 Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
 From  Thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
 Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure; 
 Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 
 
Spiritual  Sony's.  3©9 
 
 2  Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
 Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands; 
 Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
 Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
 All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
 Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 
 
 3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
 Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
 Naked  come  to  Thee  for  dress; 
 Helpless  look  to  Thee  for  grace; 
 Black,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
 Wash  me,  Savior,  or  I  die  1 
 
 4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
 When  my  eyes  are  closed  in  death, 
 When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
 See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
 Rock  of  Ages,  shelter  me  ! 
 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 
 
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 1  O,  Zion !  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
 Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man 
 
 can  save ; 
 
 With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrors  dis- 
 mayed, 
 
 In  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decayed. 
 
 2  Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  nigh  over- 
 
 whelm; 
 But  skilltul's  the  Pilot  who  sets  at  the  belli: 
 
370  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  defends 
 In  safety  and  quiet  thy  warfare  He  ends. 
 
 3  "0,  fearful!  0,  faithless  ! "  in  mercy  He 
 
 cries, 
 "My  promise,  My   truth,  are  they  light  in 
 
 thy  eyes! 
 Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  My  promise  shall 
 
 stand ; 
 Through  tempest  and  tossing  I'll  bring  thee 
 
 to  land. 
 
 4  "  Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  can  not,  thy 
 
 name 
 Engraved  on  my  heart,  doth  forever  remain ; 
 The  palms  of  my  hands,  while  I  look  on,  I  see 
 The  wounds  I  received  while  suffering  for 
 
 thee." 
 
 5  "I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  tny 
 
 groans, 
 For  thou  art  most  near  me,  my  flesh  and  my 
 
 bones! 
 In  all  thy  distresses  thy  Head  feels  the  pain, 
 Yet  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 
 
 6  "  Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not,  thy  life  i? 
 
 secure ; 
 My  wisdom  is  perfect,  secure  is  my  power; 
 In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 
 To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  t7 
 
 shine. " 
 
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 7  "  The  foolish,  the  fearful,  the  weak  are 
 
 in j  care, 
 The  helpless,  the  hopeless,  I  hear  their  sad 
 
 prayer ; 
 From  all   their   afflictions   my  glory  shall 
 
 spring, 
 And  the  deeper  their  sorrows,  the  louder 
 
 they'll  sing. 
 
 ^34:  7s*  Swain. 
 
 1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
 Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
 Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
 One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
 Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
 Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 "  Child,  your  Father  calls,  'come  home/" 
 
 2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
 Lie  to  take  us  unawares; 
 Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
 Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
 But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
 Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 "  Child,  your  Father  calls,  'come  home.'" 
 
372  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  But,  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
 None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet ; 
 None  betray  us  into  sin 
 Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within. 
 Yet,  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace  ; 
 Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
 Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 "Child,  your  Father  calls,  'come  home.,,' 
 
 -4:35  L.  C.  M. 
 
 1  Awaked  by  Sinia's  awful  sound, 
 My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 
 
 And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
 O'erwhelmed  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain. 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  i^ain, 
 
 Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 
 
 2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
 Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 
 
 For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
 I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain; 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 
 
 3  Then  to  the  law  I,  trembling,  lied, 
 It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 
 
 I  no  relief  could  find. 
 This  fearful  truth  increased  my  parti, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 
 
 O'erwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  ^7Z 
 
 4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
 How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 
 
 And  broke  the  fowler's  snare; 
 Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 
 
 5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
 Jesus,  the  Savior,  passed  that  way, 
 
 And  felt  His  pity  move ; 
 The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
 Now,  by  His  grace,  is  born  again. 
 
 And  sings  redeeming  love. 
 
 6  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew  ; 
 The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 
 
 And  loftier  notes  did  raise; 
 All  hail  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain  \ 
 Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 
 
 Will  shout  Thy  endless  praise. 
 
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 1  God  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 
 
 All  along  the  path  in  which  we  rove: 
 Bliss  He  makes,  and  woe  He  lightens— 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever, 
 
 Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 
 But  His  mercy  waneth  never — 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
374  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
 
 Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove; 
 From  the gloomHis  brightness  streameth- 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 4  lie  with  eartiny  cares  entwineth, 
 
 Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
 Everywhere  His  glory  shineth — 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 ^37"  L.  M.  Swain. 
 
 1  And  am  I  blessed  with  Jesus'  love  ? 
 And  shall  I  dwell  with  Him  above? 
 And  will  the  joyful  period  come 
 
 When  I  shall  call  the  heavens  my  home? 
 
 2  Think,  0,  my  soul !  what  must  it  be — 
 A  world  of  glorious  minds  to  see; 
 Drink  at  the  fountain-head  of  peace, 
 And  bathe  in  everlasting  bliss. 
 
 3  To  hear  them  all  at  once  proclaim 
 Eternal  glories  to  the  Lamb; 
 
 And  join,  with  joyful  heart  and  tongue, 
 That  new,  that  never-ending  song. 
 
 4  And  does  the  happy  hour  draw  near, 
 When  Christ  will  in  the  clouds  appear, 
 And  I,  without  a  veil,  shall  see 
 
 The  Man,  the  Christ,  that  bled  for  me? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  375 
 
 5  If,  in  my  soul,  such  joys  abound, 
 While  weeping  faith  explores  the  wound, 
 How  glorious  will  those  scars  appear, 
 When  perfect  love  forbids  a  tear  ! 
 
 6  Think,  0,  my  soul!  if  'tis  so  sweet 
 On  earth  to  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 
 What  must  it  be  to  wear  a  crown, 
 And  sit  with  Jesus  on  a  throne. 
 
 1  How  happy  is  the  man 
 
 Who  has  chosen  wisdom's  ways, 
 And  measured  out  his  span 
 
 To  his  God  in  prayer  and  praise. 
 His  God  and  his  Bible 
 
 Is  all  that  he  desires; 
 To  holiness  of  heart  and  life, 
 
 He  constantly  aspires. 
 In  poverty  he's  happy, 
 
 For  he  knows  he  has  a  friend 
 Who  never  will  forsake  him, 
 
 And  on  whom  he  can  depend. 
 
 2  He  rises  in  the  morning, 
 
 With  the  lark  he  tunes  his  lays, 
 And  offers  up  a  tribute 
 
 To  his  God,  in  prayer  and  praise; 
 And  then  unto  his  labor 
 
 He  cheerfully  repairs, 
 In  confidence  believing 
 
 His  God  will  hear  his  prayers. 
 
376  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 "Whatever  he  engages  in, 
 
 At  home,  or  far  abroad, 
 His  object  is  to  honor 
 
 And  to  glorify  his  God. 
 
 3  In  sickness,  pain  and  sorrow, 
 
 He  never  will  repine; 
 "While  he  is  drawing  nourishment 
 
 From  Christ,  the  living  Vine. 
 "When  trouble  presses  heavily, 
 
 He  leans  on  Jesus'  breast, 
 And  in  His  precious  promises 
 
 He  finds  a  quiet  rest. 
 The  yoke  of  Christ  is  easy, 
 
 The  burden  always  light ; 
 They  never  make  him  weary 
 
 While  Canaan  is  in  sight. 
 
 4  'Tis  thus  you  have  his  history, 
 
 Through  life,  from  day  to  day; 
 Religion  is  no  mystery, 
 
 It  is  a  beaten  way; 
 And  when  upon  his  pillow 
 
 He  lays  him  down  to  die, 
 His  soul  in  hope  rejoices, 
 
 For  he  Knows  his  God  is  nigh. 
 And,  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering, 
 
 His  soul,  on  wings  of  love, 
 Flies  away  to  realms  of  glory, 
 
 To  dwell  with  Christ  above. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  37 J 
 
 43S  78.  6s. 
 
 1  Arise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
 
 Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
 Rise  from  transitory  things, 
 
 To  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
 Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 
 
 Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
 
 To  seats  prepared  above. 
 
 2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
 
 Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
 Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun — 
 
 Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
 Thus  a  soul,  new  born  of  God, 
 
 Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face  : 
 Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 
 
 To  rest  in  His  embrace. 
 
 %  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn — 
 
 Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
 Soon  the  Savior  will  return, 
 
 Triumphant,  through  the  skies. 
 Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
 
 Happy  entrance  will  be  given ; 
 All  your  sorrows  left  below, 
 
 And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 
 
37 8  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 440  Toplady. 
 
 1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 
 
 This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
 "Pis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
 And  long  to  fly  away. 
 
 2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
 
 The  whispers  of  His  love; 
 Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
 Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 
 
 3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
 
 In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
 Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
 Eternal  joys  my  own; 
 
 4  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 
 
 Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
 Sweet  on  the  promise  of  His  grace 
 For  all  things  to  depend. 
 
 5  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
 
 To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
 Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
 And  know  no  will  but  His. 
 
 6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 
 
 What  must  the  fountain  be 
 Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 
 Directly,  Lord,  from  Thee? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  379 
 
 <^_4_1  L.  M.  Crnvick. 
 
 1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
 lie  whom  I  fix  my  hope  upon; 
 His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
 The  narrow  way,  till  Him  I'll  view. 
 
 2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
 
 The  road  that  leads  from  banishment-. 
 The  King's  highway  of  holiness — 
 I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
 And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
 My  grief  a  burden  long  hath  been, 
 Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 
 
 4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
 I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  tlie  more ; 
 Till  late  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 
 "Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way  /" 
 
 5  Lo  !  glad  1  come  !  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb, 
 Shall  take  me  to  Thee  as  I  am ! 
 
 My  sinful  self  to  Thee  I  give — 
 ^Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
 
 6  Then  will  I  tell  1o  sinners  round, 
 AY  hat  a  dear  Savior  I  have  found; 
 I'll  point  to  Thy  redeeming  blood, 
 And  say,  Behold  the  way  to  Godt 
 
380  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 442  P.  M. 
 
 1  There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
 
 A  heaven,  where  pleasure  never  dies; 
 A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
 But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 
 
 But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend, 
 O,  hallelujah,  hallelujah ! 
 
 Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 
 
 2  I  travel  through  a  world  of  woes, 
 Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
 The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
 To  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land, 
 
 3  There  are  the  footsteps  of  my  Lord — 
 There,  on  the  cross,  He  bore  my  loud; 
 'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  day, 
 With  streaming  blood  He  marked  the  way. 
 
 4  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what 
 
 will, 
 His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
 Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
 I  shall  be  safe  in  Jesus'  arms. 
 
 5  Then,  0,  my  soul !  arise  and  sing, 
 Yonder's  my  Savior,  Friend  and  King; 
 With  pleasing  smiles  He  now  looks  on, 
 And  cries,  Press  on,  and  win  the  crown  I 
 
 6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  under  ground 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
 Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
 And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  381 
 
 <Ld-3  L.  M.  Medley, 
 
 1  If  worldlings  ask  the  reason  why 
 
 We  do  so  often  meet  \ 
 In  love  to  them,  we  do  reply, 
 To  wait  at  Jesus'  feet. 
 
 2  We  tell  them,  'tis  our  greatest  joy 
 
 To  meet,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
 The  noblest  rational  employ, 
 Of  each  succeeding  day. 
 
 3  To  man  in  nature,  this  is  strange, 
 
 For  want  of  better  light ; 
 There  must  be  an  entire  change, 
 To  worship  God  aright. 
 
 4  Ah,  did  you  know  the  joys  we  fe 
 
 In  our  despised  way, 
 You,  also,  wTould  a  moment  steal, 
 And  join  to  sing  and  pray. 
 
 5  But  if  determin'd  still  to  run 
 
 In  ruin's  mad  career, 
 We  must  your  ways  and  persons  shun, 
 And  weeping,  leave  you  here. 
 
 6  We  must  press  forward  in  the  race 
 
 Appointed  for  our  feet, 
 And  long  to  see  our  Savior's  face, 
 Where  worship  is  complete. 
 
382  Spirihial  Songs. 
 
 <L<L*dL  S.  M.  Newto* 
 
 1  Beside  the  gospel  pool, 
 
 Appointed  for  the  poor, 
 From  time  to  time,  my  helpless  soul 
 Has  waited  for  a  cure. 
 
 2  How  often  have  I  seen 
 
 The  healing  waters  move, 
 And  others  round  me,  stepping  in, 
 Their  efficacy  prove. 
 
 3  But  my  complaints  remain, 
 
 I  feel  the  very  same  ; 
 As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
 As  when  at  first  I  came. 
 
 4  0,  would  the  Lord  appear, 
 
 My  malady  to  heal 
 He  knows  how  long  I've  languished  hei  2, 
 And  what  distress  I  feel. 
 
 6  How  often  have  I  thought, 
 Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
 Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
 Is  not  for  such  as  I. 
 
 6  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
 There  is  no  other  pool 
 Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow. 
 To  make  a  sinner  whole. 
 
Spiritual  Son^s.  383 
 
 7  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
 I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try; 
 Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
 Yet  sulier  him  to  die  ? 
 
 6  No,  He  is  full  of  Grace ; 
 He  never  will  permit 
 A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  His  face, 
 To  perish  at  His  feet. 
 
 4^5  L.  M.  Kelly. 
 
 1  "  Poor  and  afflicted,"  Lord,  are  Thine, 
 Among  the  great  unlit  to  shine ; 
 
 But,  tho'  the  world  may  think  it  strange, 
 They  would  not  with  the  world  exchange. 
 
 2  "  Poor  and  afflicted;"  yes,  they  are  ; 
 They're  not  exempt  from  grief  and  care; 
 But  He  who  saved  them  by  His  blood, 
 Makes  every  sorrow  yield  them  good. 
 
 3  "Poor  and  afflicted  !  "     'Tis  their  lot ; 
 They  know  it,  and  they  murmur  not ; 
 'Twould  ill  become  them  to  refuse 
 
 The  state  their  Master  deign'd  to  choose. 
 
 4  "Poor  and  afflicted;"  yet  they  sing, 
 For  Jesus  is  their  glorious  King; 
 Thro'  suff'ring  perfect,  now  He  reigns, 
 And  shares  in  all  their  griefs  and  pains. 
 
384  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 5  "  Poor  and  afflicted."     But,  ere  long, 
 They'll  join  the  bright  celestial  throng, 
 Their  sufferings  then  will  reach  a  close, 
 And  heav'n  afford  them  sweet  repose. 
 
 6  And  while  they  walk  the  thorny  way, 
 They're  often  heard  to  sigh  and  say, 
 
 kt  Dear  Savior,  come,  O,  quickly  come, 
 And  take  Thy  mourning  pilgrims  home.' 
 
 4=4cG  us. 
 
 1  In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 
 Ye  pilgrims  for  Ziou  who  press, 
 
 Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of 
 days, 
 His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 
 
 2  His  love  from  eternity  fixed  upon  you, 
 Broke  forth  and  discover  its  flame, 
 
 When  each  with  the  cords  of  His  kindness 
 He  drew, 
 And  brought  you  to  love  His  great  name. 
 
 3  O,  had  He  not  pitied  the  state  you  were  in, 
 Your  bosoms  His  love  had  ne'er  felt; 
 
 You  all  would  have  lived,  would  have  died, 
 too,  in  sin, 
 And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  3S5 
 
 4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit 
 
 esteem, 
 Or  give  the  Creator  delight  ? 
 "  'Twas  even   so,  Father,"   you   ever  must 
 sing, 
 "Because  it  seemed  good  in  Thy  sight." 
 
 5  'Twas  all  of  Thy  grace  we  were  brought 
 
 to  obey  ! 
 While  others  were  suffered  to  go 
 The   road  which,   by  nature,  we   choose   as 
 our  way, 
 Which  leads  to  the  regions  of  woe. 
 
 6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  His  holy  name — 
 To  llirn  all  the  glory  belongs  ; 
 
 Be  yours  the  high  joy  to  sound  forth  His 
 fame, 
 And  crown  Him  in  each  of  your  songs, 
 
 4:47 
 
 1  Come,  let  us  anew, 
 Our  journey  pursue; 
 
 Roll  round  with  the  year, 
 And  never  stand  still   till  the  Master 
 appear ; 
 His  adorable  will 
 Let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
 
 And  our  talents  improve, 
 By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor 
 of  love. 
 C13) 
 
386  Spiritual  Songs, 
 
 2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
 Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
 
 Glides  swiftly  away, 
 
 And  the  fugitive  moment  re fuse^  to  stay: 
 The  arrow  is  flown  ; 
 The  moment  is  gone ; 
 
 The  mellenial  year 
 
 Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's 
 near. 
 
 3  O,  that  each  in  the  day 
 Of  His  coming,  may  say, 
 
 "  I  have  fought  my  way  through — 
 I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst 
 give  me  to  do." 
 O,  that  each  from  his  Lord 
 May  receive  the  glad  word, 
 "  Well  and  faithfully  done; 
 Enter  into  My  joy,  and  e't  down  on  My 
 throne." 
 
 -i<4:8  I2S* 
 
 1  You  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of  mountain 
 
 and  dale, 
 Of  the  silvery  streamlet  and  flowers  of  the 
 
 vale; 
 But  the  place  most  delightful  this  earth  can 
 
 afford, 
 Is  the  place  of  devotion — the  house  of  the 
 
 Lord. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  387 
 
 2  You  may  boast  of  the  sweetness  of  day's 
 
 early  dawn, 
 Of  the  sky's  softening  graces  when  day  is 
 
 just  gone; 
 But  there's  no    other   season   or  time  can 
 
 compare 
 With  the  house  of  devotion — the  season  of 
 
 prayer. 
 
 3  You  may  value  the  friendships  of  youth 
 
 and  of  age, 
 And  select  for  my  comrades  the  noble  and 
 
 sage  ; 
 But  the  f rends  that  most  cheer  me  on  life's 
 
 rugged  road, 
 Are  the  friends  of  my  Master — the  children 
 
 of  God. 
 
 4  You  may  talk  of  your  prospects  of  fame 
 
 or  of  wealth, 
 And  the  hopes  that  oft  flatter  the  fav' rites 
 
 of  health  ; 
 But  the  hope  of  bright  glory — of  heavenly 
 
 bliss! 
 Take  away  every  other,  and  give  me  but  this. 
 
 5  Ever  hail,  blessed  temple,  abode   of  my 
 
 God, 
 X  will  turn  to  thee  often  to  hear  from  His 
 word  ; 
 
38S  SpirituaC  Songs. 
 
 I  will  walk  to  the  altar  w:th  those  that  I 
 
 love, 
 And  delight  in  the  prospect  revealed  from 
 
 above. 
 
 <L<1_Q  14s  and  12s. 
 
 1  There  was  a  little  family  lived  up  in  Bethany 
 Two  sisters  and  a  brother   composed  this 
 
 family. 
 With  prayer  and  with  singing,  like  angels 
 
 in  the  sky, 
 At  morning  and  at  evening,  they  raised  their 
 
 voices  high. 
 
 2  They  lived  in  peace  and  pleasure  for  many 
 
 lonely  years, 
 And  laid  away  their  treasures  beyond  this 
 
 vale  of  tears ; 
 Though  poor,   and    without    money,    their 
 
 kindness  made  amends ; 
 Their  house  was  ever  open  to  Jesus  and  his 
 
 friends. 
 
 3  Although  they  lived  so  happy,  so  kind, 
 
 so  pure  and  good, 
 Their  brother  was  afflicted,  and  by  it  thrown 
 
 in  bed ; 
 Poor  Martha  and  her  sister,  they  wept  aloud 
 
 and  cried, 
 But  still  he  grew  no  better  ;  he  lingered  on 
 
 and  died. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  3S9 
 
 4  The  Jews  came  to  the  sisters,  laid  Lazarus 
 
 in  the  tomb, 
 And  tried  for  to  comfort,  and  drive  away 
 
 their  gloom. 
 When  Jesus  heard  the  tidings,  far  in  a  dis> 
 
 taut  land, 
 So  swiftly  did  He  travel  to  see  that  lonely 
 
 baud; 
 
 5  And  while  He  was  a-coming,  Martha  met 
 
 Him  on  the  way, 
 And  told  Him  that  her  brother  had  died 
 
 and  passed  away ; 
 He  bless'd  and  He  cheered  her,  and  told  her 
 
 not  to  weep, 
 For  in  Him  was  the  power  to  raise  him 
 
 from  his  sleep. 
 
 1  Yet  while  He  was  a-com\ng,  Mary  met 
 
 Him,  lonely,  too — 
 Down  at  His  feet  a-weeping,  rehearsed  the 
 
 tale  of  woe ! 
 When   Jesus   saw   her   weeping,   He   fell 
 
 a-weeping,  too, 
 And  wept  until  they  showed  Him  where 
 
 Lazarus  was  entombed. 
 
 7  He   rolled    away  the   cover,  and  look'd 
 
 upon  the  grave, 
 And  prayed   unto  His  Father,  His  loving 
 
 friend  to  save; 
 
J90  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 And  Lazarus,  in  full  power,  came  from  the 
 
 gloomy  mound, 
 And  in  full  life  and  vigor  he  walked  upon 
 
 the  ground. 
 
 B  So  all  you  who  love  Jesus,  and  do  His 
 
 holy  will, 
 Like  Mary,  and  like  Martha,  you'll  always 
 
 use  Him  well; 
 He'll  comfort  and  redeem  you.  and  take  you 
 
 to  the  skies, 
 And  bid  you  live  forever,  where  pleasure 
 
 never  dies. 
 
 450  7s.  6s.  8s. 
 
 1  The  sun  above  us  gleaming, 
 
 Is  not  the  sun  for  me ; 
 Though  joyful  be  his  beaming, 
 
 And  beautiful  to  see. 
 There  is  a  Son  of  Righteousness, 
 
 Who  cheers  and  saves  me  by  His  grace, 
 All  copious  on  me  streaming — 
 
 0,  that's  the  Son  for  me. 
 
 2  The  kings  and  lords  of  Nations, 
 
 Are  not  the  kings  for  me; 
 Too  low  their  highest  stations, 
 
 Too  mean  their  dignity. 
 The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
 
 Almighty  in  His  ways  and  words. 
 The  word  of  His  salvation — 
 
 0,  that's  the  King  for  me. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  391 
 
 3  This  house  of  death  and  mourning 
 
 Is  not  the  house  for  me, 
 Where  all  to  dust  are  turning, 
 
 In  tears  and  agony; 
 But  there's  a  house,  not  made  with  hands, 
 
 It  ever  stood,  and  ever  stands, 
 Beyond  this  world's  last  burning — 
 
 O,  that's  the  house  for  me. 
 
 4  The  wars  the  hero  fights  in 
 
 Are  not  the  wars  for  me — 
 The  war  my  heart  delights  in, 
 
 Shall  end  in  victory  ; 
 'Tis  not  a  war  of  flesh  and  blood — 
 
 A  fight  for  heaven — I  fight  for  God; 
 A  kingdom  with  my  rights  in — 
 
 0,  that's  the  war  for  me. 
 
 5  This  land  of  sin  and  sorrow 
 
 Is  not  the  land  for  me, 
 Where  anguish  oft  I  borrow 
 
 From  dying  company. 
 Th'  immortal  land  is  far  away — 
 
 I'll  enter  it  on  some  bright  day, 
 That  day  may  be  to-morrow — 
 
 O,  that's  the  land  for  me. 
 
 -451  8s  7s. 
 
 1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
 All  to  bear,  and  follow  Thee; 
 Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 
 Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be; 
 
392  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Perish  every  fond  ambition — 
 
 All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
 
 Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 
 God  and  heaven  are  all  mine  own. 
 
 2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 
 
 They  have  left  my  Savior,  too; 
 Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me, 
 
 Thou  art  not  like  them,  untrue; 
 And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
 
 God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
 Friends  may  hate,  and  foes  may  scorn  me. 
 
 Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  right. 
 
 3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 
 
 Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain; 
 In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 
 
 With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
 I  have  called  Thee  Abba,  Father — 
 
 I  have  set  my  heart  on  Thee; 
 Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather 
 
 All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 
 
 4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 
 
 Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care, 
 Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
 
 Something  still  to  do  and  bear. 
 Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 
 
 Think  what  heavenly  bliss  is  thine; 
 Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee — 
 
 Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  393 
 
 452  P.  M. 
 
 1  Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu  ! 
 
 With  all  of  creature  good; 
 Only  Jesus  I'll  pursue, 
 
 Who  bought  me  with  His  blood. 
 All  Thy  pleasures  I'll  forego, 
 
 I  trample  on  Thy  wealth  and  pride; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
 
 'Tis  all  but  vanity  ; 
 Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slaiu — 
 
 He  tasted  death  for  me ; 
 Me  to  save  from  eudless  woe, 
 
 The  sin-atoning  Savior  died; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest — 
 
 My  fluctuating  heart, 
 From  the  heaven  of  His  breast 
 
 Shall  never  more  depart. 
 Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 
 
 His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide. 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified, 
 
 d  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
 And  pleasures  without  end; 
 All  my  happiness  be  this, 
 On  Jesus  to  depend; 
 
394  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Daily  in  His  grace  to  grow, 
 And  ever  in  His  faith  abide; 
 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 5  O,  that  I  could  all  invite, 
 
 This  saving  truth  to  prove — 
 Show  the  length,  and  breadth  and  hight, 
 
 And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
 Fain  would  I  to  sinners  show 
 
 The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 -4:53  3s.  78. 
 
 1  Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
 Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way  ; 
 
 But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 
 
 Lie  the  realms  of  endless  day! 
 Dear  young  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 
 
 At  the  troubles  of  the  way — 
 Meet  the  tempest — fight  with  courage? 
 
 Never  faint,  but  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation — 
 He  that  bids  the  planets  roll, 
 
 He  that  rides  upon  the  tempest, 
 
 And  whose  scepter  sways  the  whole- 
 Jesus,  Jesus  will  defend  you ; 
 
 Trust  in  Him,  and  Him  alone ; 
 He  has  shed  His  blood  to  save  you, 
 And  will  bring  you  to  His  throne. 
 
Spiritual-  Songs.  395 
 
 3  There,  on  flowery  fields  of  pleasure, 
 And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
 
 Joy,  and  peace,  and  love  shall  ever 
 Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast; 
 
 There  ten  thousand  flaming  seraphs 
 Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain  ; 
 
 There  they  sing  immortal  praises — 
 Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 
 
 4  But,  methinka  a  sweeter  concert 
 Makes  the  crystal  arches  ring, 
 
 And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 
 Which  the  angels  love  to  sing. 
 
 Who  can  paint  those  sons  of  glory, 
 Ransomed  souls  that  dwell  on  high, 
 
 Who  with  golden  harps  forever 
 
 Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 
 
 5  See  the  heavenly  hosts  in  rapture, 
 Gazing  on  these  shining  bands, 
 
 Wondering  at  their  costly  garments, 
 And  the  laurels  in  their  hands ; 
 
 There,  upon  the  golden  pavement, 
 See  the  ransomed  march  along, 
 
 While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 
 Sweetly  echo  wTith  their  song. 
 
 6  Here  I  see  the  under-shepherds, 
 And  the  flock  they  fed  below  ; 
 
 Here  with  joy  they  dwell  together — 
 Jesus  is  their  Shepherd  now. 
 
29-  S-biritual  Scr.g:. 
 
 Mail,  you  happy,  happy  spirits ! 
 
 Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain  ! 
 Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 
 
 Reign,  sweet  Jesus,  ever  reign  I 
 
 454 
 
 1  Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
 
 Call  back  a  wandering  sheep. 
 False  to  Thee,  like  Peter,  I 
 
 Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
 Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 
 
 On  me  be  all  its  freeness  shown; 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 2  Savior,  Prince  enthroned  above, 
 
 Pepentance  to  impart, 
 Give  me  through  Thy  pardoning  love 
 
 The  humble,  contrite  heart. 
 Give  me  what  I've  long  implored, 
 
 A  portion  of  Thy  love  unknown; 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 3  For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake. 
 
 Thy  gracious  wonder  show; 
 Cast  my  sins  behind  my  back, 
 
 And  wash  me  white  as  snow. 
 If  Thy  pity  now  is  stirred, 
 
 If  I  now  my  sins  bemoan, 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
Spiritual  bon^z.  397 
 
 4  See  me,  Savior,  from  above, 
 
 Nor  suiter  me  to  die  ; 
 Life,  and  happiness  and  love 
 
 Drop  from  Thy  gracious  eye. 
 Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
 
 And  let  Thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 b  Look  as  when  Thine  eye  pursued 
 
 The  first  apostate  man  ; 
 Saw  him  weltering  in  his  blood, 
 
 And  bid  him  rise  again. 
 Speak,  my  paradise  restored, 
 
 Redeem  me  by  Thy  grace  alone, 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 6   Look  as  when  Thy  languid  eye 
 
 Was  closed  that  we  might  live ; 
 "Father,"  at  the  point  to  die, 
 
 My  Savior  gasped,  "forgive." 
 Surely,  with  that  dying  word 
 
 He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries  "  'tis  done." 
 O,  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
 
 Thou  break'st  my  heart  of  stone, 
 
 <Et55 
 
 1  Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  and  hear  me 
 
 relate, 
 And  I  will  inform  you  of  my  present  state, 
 
398  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Though  oft  I  have  called  sweet  Jesus  my 
 own, 
 
 1  now  feel  dejected,  like  one  left  alone. 
 
 2  How  backward  in  duty,  how  lifeless  I  be, 
 The  smiles  of  my  Savior  how  seldom  I  Fee 
 I  scarcely  in  Zion  can  raise  a  sweet  song — 
 My  harp  on  the  willow  now  seems  to  be  h  u  ng, 
 
 3  I  know  prayer's  a  duty  I  owe  to  my  Lord, 
 It  is  enjoined  on  me  in  His  holy  word, 
 But  when  I  attempt  it  I've  no  heart  to  pray, 
 My  thoughts  are  so  wandering,  and  often 
 
 astray. 
 
 4  When  I  read  the  scriptures,  instruction  to 
 
 gain, 
 'Tis  but  a  small  portion  that  I  can  retain  ; 
 They  seem  so  mysterious,  so  dark  to  my  view, 
 I  can't  understand  them — as  I  wish  to  do. 
 
 5  In  all  my  performance  how  short  I  do  fall ; 
 I'm  pining,  I  languish,  and  barren  withal; 
 
 I  seem  like  a  tree  that  encumbers  the  ground: 
 The  leaves  make  appearance,  but  no  fruit  is 
 found. 
 
 3  Mv  moments  are  lonesome,  small  comfort 
 
 I  find, 
 Dark  clouds  hover  o'er  me  and  darken  my 
 
 mind: 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  399 
 
 The  cold  dreary  winter  with  tempests  do 
 
 blow, 
 I'm  chilled  with  the  cold,  and  in  darkness 
 
 I  go. 
 
 7  Disperse  this  thick  darkness,  O  Jesus,  my 
 
 friend, 
 And  cause  this  cold  winter  in  summer  to 
 
 end; 
 Thy   soul   cheering    presence    to    me    now 
 
 restore, 
 And  give  me  my  harp    from  the  willows 
 
 once  more. 
 
 4=5S  CM. 
 
 1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
 
 A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
 Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fears  opprest 
 And  make  this  last  resolve. 
 
 2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
 
 Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
 I  know  His  courts  I'll  enter  in, 
 Whatever  may  oppose. 
 
 3  u  Frostrate  I'll  lie  before  His  throne, 
 
 And  there  my  guilt  confess; 
 I'll  tell  Him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
 Without  His  sov'reign  grace. 
 
4°°  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
 
 Whose  scepter  pardon  gives; 
 Perhaps  He  may  command  my  touch, 
 And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
 
 5  "  Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 
 
 Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r; 
 But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
 And  perish  only  there. 
 
 6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 
 
 I  am  resolved  to  try; 
 For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
 I  must  forever  die." 
 
 4rS7  8s.  8s.  6s. 
 
 1  When    Thou,    my   righteous   Judge,  shall 
 come 
 To  fetch  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? 
 
 2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
 Before  Thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
 
 Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
 But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought! 
 What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out 
 
 When  Thou  for  them  should  call  ? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  401 
 
 3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace, 
 
 Be  Thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place, 
 
 In  this,  th'  accepted  day ; 
 Thy  pardoning  voice,  O,  let  me  hear, 
 To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 
 
 Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 
 
 4  Let  me  among  Thy  saints  be  found, 
 Whene'er    th'    archangel's   trump  shall 
 
 sound, 
 
 To  see  Thy  smiling  face; 
 Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
 While  heav'n's  resounding  mansions  ring 
 
 With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 
 
 4-58  L.  M.  Habak, 
 
 1  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. 
 
 2  Hark  !  how  the  glorious  gospel  sounds, 
 Inviting  sinners  all  around; 
 
 Behold,  your  loving  Savior  stands, 
 
 And  spreads  for  you  His  bleeding  hands. 
 
 3  Attend,  poor  sinners,  to  His  word; 
 Trust  Him,  aye,  own  Him  as  your  Lord; 
 He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
 
 And  seal  vou  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 
 
402  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
 To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe; 
 
 In  worlds  of  light  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
 Or  sink  beneath  His  frowns  to  hell. 
 
 5  Come,  then,  poor  sinners,  council  take, 
 And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 
 
 The  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind—' 
 In  Christ  you  may  redemption  find. 
 
 6  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand, 
 And  your  connections  in  a  band, 
 And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
 
 To  pardon,  bless  and  save  them  all. 
 
 7  Thus,  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
 And  He  collects  His  children  home, 
 
 On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  stand, 
 And  join  the  bright  angelic  band. 
 
 8  O,  what  a  glorious  company ; 
 May  I  be  there  that  sight  to  see! 
 And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
 All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 
 
 459  8s.  76.  4s.  Hart. 
 
 1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
 Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
 Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
 Full  of  pity,  love  and  power. 
 
 He  is  able, 
 He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
 
Sj)  iritua  I  Songs .  4O3 
 
 2  Now  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
 God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
 
 True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
 Every  grace  that  bring3  you  nigh, 
 
 Without  money, 
 Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
 
 3  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  glimmering  beam. 
 
 4  Come  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
 Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
 If  you  tarry  till  you're  better 
 You  will  never  come  at  all. 
 
 Not  the  righteous, 
 Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
 
 5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
 
 Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ; 
 On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him, 
 Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies, 
 
 "It  isfinish'd!" 
 Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 
 
 6  Lo,  the  incarnate  God  ascending. 
 Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood ; 
 Venture  on  Him,  venture  freely, 
 
404  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 
 
 None  but  Jesus 
 Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
 
 7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 
 Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
 While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
 Sweetly  echo  with  His  name ; 
 
 Hallelujal 
 
 Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 
 
 460  IIS-  IOS- 
 
 1  Hail     the   blest    morn    -when    the   great 
 
 Mediator 
 Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends; 
 Shepherds,  go    worship    the    Lord    in    the 
 
 manger, 
 Lo  !  for  His  guard,  the  bright  angels  attend. 
 
 Chorus — Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
 
 morning, 
 Shine  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your  aid; 
 Star  in  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning^ 
 Guides  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
 
 Lo,    on    His  cradle  the  dew    drops  were 
 shining, 
 Low  lies  His  "head  with  the  beastof  the  stall, 
 Angels  adore  Him  with  slumbers  reclining, 
 Maker,  Redeemer  and  Savior  of  men. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  405 
 
 3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  with  costly  de- 
 
 votion, 
 Odors  of  Eden,  an  offering  divine, 
 Gems  from  the  mountain  and    pearls    from 
 
 the  ocean, 
 Myrrh    from  the  forest  and   gold  from  the 
 
 mine? 
 
 4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
 Vainly  wTith  gold  would  His  favor  secure; 
 Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
 Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
 
 4=61  c.  m. 
 
 1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
 
 O,  how  I  long  for  thee ; 
 When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
 Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 
 
 2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
 
 Most  glorious  to  behold; 
 Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
 Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 
 
 3  If  heav'n  be  thus,  0,  glorious  Lord, 
 
 Why  should  I  stray  from  thence? 
 What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
 To  die  and  go  from  hence. 
 
406  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  Reach  down,  reach  down   Thine  arm  of 
 
 grace, 
 And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
 Where  congregations  ne'er  break  uj», 
 And  Sabbaths  never  end. 
 
 5  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 
 
 Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
 And  all  my  brethren,  here  below, 
 Will  soon  come  after  me. 
 
 0  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
 
 I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 
 And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
 Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 
 
 7  There  we  shall  meet,  and  no  more  part, 
 
 And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise, 
 While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart 
 Shall  tune  the  song  free  grace. 
 
 8  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 
 
 Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
 We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
 Than  when  we  first  begun. 
 
 462  P.  M. 
 
 1  The  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading 
 
 far  and  wide, 
 And   sinners   they   are    coming    upon    the 
 gospel  tide; 
 
Spiritual  Svtigs.  407 
 
 The  conquest   of   King   Jesus  in   glorious 
 
 triumph  rise, 
 And  sinners  crowd  around  him  with  grief, 
 
 and  weeping  eyes. 
 
 2  The  sufferings  of  the  Savior  upon  Mount 
 
 Calvary 
 
 Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  as  we  may 
 plainly  see; 
 
 And  while  the  glorious  message  was  circu- 
 lating round, 
 
 Some  souls  exposed  to  ruin,  redeeming  grace 
 have  found. 
 
 3  And  of  that  happy  number  I  hope  that  I 
 
 am  one, 
 For  Jesus  will  accomplish  the  work  he  has 
 
 begun  ;  . 
 He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,  and  I'll 
 
 forever  be 
 A  monument  of  mercy  through  all  eternity. 
 
 4  I  am  but  a  young  convert,  who  lately  did 
 
 enlist, 
 
 A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Prophet,  King 
 and  Priest; 
 
 I  have  received  my  bounty — with  it  my 
 martial  dress, 
 
 A  ring  of  love  and  favor,  a  robe  of  right- 
 eousness. 
 
408  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 5  Then  down   into   the   water,  where   the 
 
 yonng  converts  go, 
 
 We  serve  our  Lord  and  Master  in  righteous 
 acts  below ; 
 
 We  lay  our  sinful  bodies  beneath  the  yield- 
 ing wave, 
 
 An  emblem  of  the  Savior,  when  He  lay  in 
 the  grave. 
 
 6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done 
 
 for  you  and  me  ; 
 Behold  His  mangled  body,  upon  the  cursed 
 
 tree; 
 His  head,  His  hands,  His  bleeding  side,  to 
 
 you  I  now  portray — 
 Come,  tell  me,  brother  sinner,  how  can  you 
 
 stay  away  ? 
 
 7  Come,  all  ye  elder  brethren,  and  soldiers 
 
 of  the  cross, 
 
 Who,  for  the  love  of  Jesus,  have  counted 
 all  things  dross; 
 
 Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we 
 may  travel  on, 
 
 To  meet  you  all  in  glory,  where  our  Re- 
 deemer's gone. 
 
 463  8s.  8s.  6s. 
 
 1  The  Lord  into  His  garden's  come. 
 The  spices  }'ield  a  sweet  perfume, 
 The  lillies  grow  and  thrive; 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  409 
 
 Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
 From  Jesus  flow  on  every  vine, 
 And  make  the  dead  alive. 
 
 2  Behold  !  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
 With  springs  of  water  doth  abound, 
 
 A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
 The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
 Believers  do  the  church  compose; 
 
 When  party  zeal  is  gone. 
 
 3  The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on, 
 The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 
 
 Your  sins  lie  will  forgive; 
 O,  taste  and  see  that  grace  is  free 
 For  all  mankind  who  willing  be, 
 
 To  come  to  Christ  and  live. 
 
 i  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
 A  Savior,  piteous  and  kind, 
 
 Who  will  them  all  receive ; 
 None  are  too  bad  who  do  repent. 
 Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went; 
 
 The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 
 
 5   If  sinners  only  knew  the  Lord, 
 
 And  were  acquainted  with  His  word, 
 
 His  sweet  forgiving  love, 
 They'd  rush  thro'  storms  of  every  kind, 
 And  leave  all  earthly  things  behind, 
 
 To  gain  a  crown  above. 
 
410  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  Come,  brethren,  you  who  know  the  Lord, 
 Observe  with  care  His  holy  word, 
 
 In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
 Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
 Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
 
 When  we  arrive  at  home. 
 
 7  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
 It  issues  from  the  glorious  throne. 
 
 From  Jesus'  throne  on  high ; 
 It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain  ; 
 We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 
 
 And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 
 
 ^J-34:  8s.  7s.  4s.  Robinson- 
 
 1  Guide  me,  O,  Thou  Great  Jehovah, 
 
 Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
 I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
 
 Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand. 
 Bread  of  heaven, 
 Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
 
 2  Open  Thou  the  crystal  fountains, 
 
 Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
 Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
 
 Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 
 Strong  Deliverer, 
 Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
 
Spi?  iiual  Songs.  4 1 1 
 
 3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna, 
 
 In  this  barren  wilderness; 
 Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
 
 Be  my  robe  of  righteousness. 
 Fight  and  conquer 
 All  my  foes  by  sovereign  grace. 
 
 4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
 
 Bid  my  anxious  tears  subside; 
 Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction, 
 
 Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 
 Songs  of  praises 
 I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 
 
 *£j£>£5  8s.  7s.  4s.  Newton. 
 
 1  Savior,  visit  Thy  plantation, 
 
 Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ; 
 All  will  come  to  desolation 
 
 Unless  Thou  return  again. 
 Lord,  revive  us ; 
 All  our  help  must  come  from  Thee. 
 
 2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
 
 Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
 Lest  for  want  of  Thine  assistance 
 Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
 
 Surely  once  Thy  garden  flourished, 
 E\ery  part  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
 
 Then  Thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
 Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 
 
412  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
 
 And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
 Lord,  Thy  help  is  greatly  needed ; 
 Help  can  only  come  from  Thee. 
 
 5  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
 
 We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 
 
 Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted  ; 
 
 Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
 
 6  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant, 
 
 Covered  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
 But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
 Frosts  have  nipt  them  in  the  bud. 
 
 7  Dearest  Savior,  hasten    hither, 
 
 Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
 O,  permit  them  not  to  wither ; 
 Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
 
 8  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
 
 Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
 Let  each  one  esteemed  Thy  servant, 
 Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
 
 $  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
 Turn  the  stoney  heart  to  flesh; 
 And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
 To  revive  Thy  work  afresh. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  41? 
 
 1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  lan- 
 
 guish, 
 Come,  at  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
 Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts — here  tell 
 
 your  anguish, 
 Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not 
 
 heal. 
 
 2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
 Hope  when  all  others  die  fadeless  and  pure; 
 Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
 Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  rot 
 
 cure. 
 
 4=67  L-  M. 
 
 1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
 Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
 Submit  to  all  the  ways  ot  God, 
 And  walk  this  narrow,  happy  road. 
 
 2  Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
 
 But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street; 
 Tho'  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
 Yet  Christ  will  save  His  heart's  delight. 
 
 3  The  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
 When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear; 
 Sound  thro'  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell, 
 To  call  the  nations,  great  and  small. 
 
414  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  Behold  the  skies  in  burning  flames, 
 The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaims; 
 
 The  world   must  hear   and   know   their 
 
 doom, 
 The  separation  now  is  come. 
 
 5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
 And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come; 
 While   Christ  the  Judge   their  joy  pro- 
 claims, 
 
 Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  names. 
 
 6  Tn  grandeur  see  the  royal  line, 
 
 Whose  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine; 
 
 See  saints  and  angeis  join  in  one, 
 
 And  march  in  splendor  round  the  throne. 
 
 ■4:68  C.  M.  Newton. 
 
 1  Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe, 
 
 In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 
 They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
 And  forced  him  to  repent. 
 
 2  Although  he  no  relenting  felt 
 
 Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
 His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
 When  famine  pinched  him  sore. 
 
 3  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,  he  said, 
 
 But  hunger,  shame  and  tear? 
 My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
 While  I  am  starving  here. 
 
Spiritual  Sovgs.  415 
 
 4  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 
 
 And  fall  before  his  face, 
 Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
 I'll  seek  a  servant's  place. 
 
 5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 
 
 He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled, 
 And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
 Of  his  rebellious  child. 
 
 6  "Father,  I've  sinned  ;  but  0,  forgive  !" 
 
 "I've  heard  enough,"  he  said; 
 
 "Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive 
 
 For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead." 
 
 7  "Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
 
 And  spread  the  news  around  ; 
 
 My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 
 
 Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 
 
 8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  His  love  reveals, 
 
 To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
 More  than  a  lather's  love  He  feels, 
 And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
 
 469  7s.  Cennick. 
 
 1       Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
 As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
 Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
 Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 
 
4X6  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  Ye  are  traveling  florae  to  God, 
 In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
 They  are  happy  now  and  ye 
 Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
 
 3  O,  ye  banished  seed  be  glad! 
 Christ  our  advocate  is  made — 
 Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
 Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
 
 4  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest! 
 You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
 There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
 There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
 
 5  Fear  not  brethren,  joyful  stand 
 On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
 Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son, 
 Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 
 
 6  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
 Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
 Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
 And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 
 
 470  us.  ^-— . 
 
 i  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
 
 Lord, 
 Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  I 
 Wtut  more  can  lie  say  than  to  you  Ho  hath  said- 
 You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled9 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  41'/ 
 
 2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
 In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
 At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  laud,  on  the  sea, 
 As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength 
 
 ever  be. 
 
 3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O,  be  not  dis- 
 
 mayed; 
 I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  the  aid; 
 I'll  strengthen   thee,  help   thee,  and    cause 
 
 thee  to  stand, 
 Upheld  by  My  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 
 
 4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 
 
 to  go, 
 The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
 For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  trouble  to  bless, 
 And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
 
 5  When   through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 
 
 shall  lie, 
 My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
 The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee;  I  only  design 
 Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
 
 6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
 
 prove 
 My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
 And   when   hory  hairs  shall  their  temples 
 
 adorn, 
 Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be 
 
 borne. 
 (14) 
 
418  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 
 
 repose, 
 I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  His  foes; 
 That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 
 
 to  shake, 
 I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake. 
 
 4*71  CM.  Burnflam. 
 
 1  Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  friend; 
 
 As  such  I  look  to  Thee; 
 Now  in  the  bowels  of  Thy  love, 
 O,  Lord,  Remember  me. 
 
 2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  Grace, 
 
 Remember  Calvary  ; 
 Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
 And  then  remember  me. 
 
 3  Thou  wond'rous  advocate  with  God, 
 
 I  yield  myself  to  Thee; 
 While  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 4  I  own  I'm  guilt}7,  own  I'm  vile, 
 
 Yet  Thy  salvation's  free; 
 Then  in  Thy  all-abounding  grace, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distrest, 
 
 Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
 Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
 Do  Thou  remember  me. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  419 
 
 And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
 
 And  creature's  help  all  flee, 
 Then,  0,  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 
 
 I  pray  remember  me. 
 
 ^72  L.  M.  Courtney. 
 
 1  My  christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
 Whose  heart  the  sweetest  union  prove, 
 Your  friendship's  like  the  strongest  band, 
 Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
 
 2  Yrour  presence  sweet,  our  union  dear, 
 What  joys  we  feel  together  here  ! 
 And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
 You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 
 
 3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
 Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray ; 
 How  loth  are  we  to  leave  the  place 
 Where  Jesus  shows  His  smiling  face. 
 
 4  0,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
 How  it  would  cheer  my  drooping  mind! 
 But  pilgrims  in  a  foreign  land, 
 
 We  oft  must  take  the  parting  hand 
 
 5  But  since  it  is  God's  hol}T  will, 
 We  must  be  parted  for  awhile; 
 With  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
 We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 
 
^2o  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  0,  fellow  youth,  in  christian  ties, 
 Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 Press  on,  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
 Where  parting  hands  will  be  no  more. 
 
 7  My  christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
 I  trust  you  will  in  Christ  go  on  ; 
 Through  grace  you'll  soon  possess  the  prize, 
 A  crown  of  glory  in  the  skies. 
 
 8  O,  blessed  day  !  0,  glorious  hope  ! 
 My  soul  rejoices  at  the  thought, 
 When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
 We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 
 
 4*73  IIS-  Muhlenbirg. 
 
 1  I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
 Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
 
 way; 
 The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 
 
 here, 
 Are  followed  by  gloom  or  beclouded  with 
 
 fear. 
 
 2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
 Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  ; 
 E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 
 
 fears, 
 And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  peniteni 
 tears. 
 
Spiritual  bongs.  ^.21 
 
 3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the 
 
 tomb; 
 Since  Jesus  has  lain  there  I  dread  not  its 
 
 gloom ; 
 There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  He  bid  me  arise 
 To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies, 
 
 4  0,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 
 
 God- 
 Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode. 
 Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright   o'er 
 
 the  plains, 
 And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 
 
 5  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
 Their  Savior   and  brethren  transported  to 
 
 greet; 
 While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
 And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 
 
 soul. 
 
 <QJJ<Q-  8s.  B.  Francis. 
 
 \  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. 
 
422  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  He  freely  redeemed  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; 
 To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 
 
 My  Jesus,  my  Savior,  my  King. 
 
 3  My  glorious  Redeemer  !  I  long 
 
 To  see  Thee  descend  on  the  cloud, 
 Amidst  the  bright,  numberless  throng, 
 
 And  mix  with  the  triumphing  crowd. 
 O,  when  wilt  Thou  bid  me  ascend 
 
 To  join  in  Thy  praises  above  ; 
 To  gaze  on  the  world  without  end, 
 
 And  feast  on  Thy  ravishing  love  ? 
 
 4  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. 
 
 5  Ye  palaces,  sceptres  and  crowns, 
 
 Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey  ; 
 Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
 And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  423 
 
 The  crown  that  my  Savior  bestows, 
 Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine; 
 
 My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 
 My  God,  my  Hedeemer,  is  mine. 
 
 4=75  7s. 
 
 1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
 
 Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
 While  the  raging  billows  roll, 
 
 While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
 Hide  me,  O,  my  Savior,  hide, 
 
 Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
 Safe  into  the  haven  guide — 
 
 O,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 
 
 2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
 
 Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee; 
 Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone — 
 
 Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
 All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  laid, 
 
 All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring; 
 Cover  my  defenceless  head 
 
 With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 
 
 3  Thou,  0,  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 
 
 All  in  all  in  Thee  I  find ; 
 Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
 
 Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
 Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name, 
 
 I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
 Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 
 Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
4-4  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found — 
 
 Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins — 
 Let  tho  healing  streams  abound  ; 
 
 Make  and  keep  me  pure  withir 
 Thou  ot  life  the  fountain  art; 
 
 Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee, 
 Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart — 
 
 Rise  to  all  eternity. 
 
 4=76  8s.  7s.  Wesley. 
 
 1  Glorious  things  ot  thee  are  spoken, 
 
 Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
 He,  whose  word  can  not  be  broken, 
 
 Form'd  thee  for  His  own  abode. 
 On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
 
 What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
 With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
 
 Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
 
 2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
 
 Springing  from  eternal  love, 
 Will  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
 
 And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
 Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
 
 Ever  fiows,  thy  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
 Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver; 
 
 Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 
 
 3  Round  each  habitation  hoveriug, 
 
 See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
 For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
 
 Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ; 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  425 
 
 Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 
 Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day; 
 
 Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
 
 Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray, 
 
 4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
 
 Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
 Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 
 
 Make  them  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
 'Tis  His  love  His  people  raises 
 
 Over  self  to  reign  as  king*; 
 And  as  priests,  His  solemn  praises 
 
 Each  for  a  thank  offering  brings. 
 
 5  Savior,  if  of  Zion's  city 
 
 I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
 Let  the  world  deride  and  pity, 
 
 I  will  glory  in  Thy  name ; 
 Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 
 
 All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
 Solid  joys  and  lasting  pleasure, 
 
 None  but  Zion's  children  know. 
 
 4:r77  6s-   5s-  Newton. 
 
 I  Begone,  unbelief,  my  Savior  is  near, 
 
 And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  ; 
 
 By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  lie  will  per- 
 form, 
 
 With  Christ  in  the  vessel  I'd  smile  at  the 
 storm. 
 
42S  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  He  is  mf 
 
 guide, 
 ,rTis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  His  to  provide. 
 Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 
 
 fail, 
 The  word  He  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 
 
 3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
 He'll  leave  me  at  last,  in  trouble  to  sink, 
 Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review 
 Confirm  His  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 
 
 through. 
 
 4  Determined  to  save,  He  watched  o'er  my 
 
 path, 
 When,  satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with 
 
 death, 
 And  can  He  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  His 
 
 name, 
 And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to 
 
 shame  ? 
 
 5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  dis- 
 
 tress, 
 Temptation  or  pain  ?     He  told  me  no  less. 
 The  heirs  of   salvation,   I  know  from  Hi& 
 
 word, 
 Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  theif 
 
 Lord 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  j.2^ 
 
 <>  How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can   con- 
 
 ceive, 
 Wh:t  h  He  drank  quite  up  that  sinners  might 
 
 live ; 
 His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 
 
 mine — 
 Did   Christ,   the    Lord,  suffer,  and  shall  I 
 
 repine? 
 
 7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 
 
 £?od'  . 
 The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food, 
 
 Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 
 
 long, 
 
 And  then,  0,  how  pleasant,  the  conqueror's 
 
 4:78  8s.  _ 
 
 1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
 
 That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love? 
 It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
 
 That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 
 
 2  It  can  not  in  Eden  be  found, 
 
 Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost; 
 It.  grows  on  ImmanuePs  ground, 
 And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost 
 
 3  My  friends  are  so  ct-ar  unto  me, 
 
 Our  hearts  all  united  in  love; 
 Where  Jesus  has  gone  we  shall  be, 
 In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 
 
428  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 4  O,  why  then,  so  loth  for  to  part, 
 
 Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again; 
 Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
 At  distance  we  can  not  remain. 
 
 5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
 
 And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
 When  this  earth  falls  into  decay, 
 We  will  dwell  with  Jesus  in  love. 
 
 6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
 
 And  all  His  bright  glories  shall  sees 
 We'll  sing  hallelujah,  amen, 
 Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 
 
 4:79  7s. 
 
 1  Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone 
 
 To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
 And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
 Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 
 
 2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
 
 Two  transgressors  with  Him  died; 
 One  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
 Scofi'd  at  Jesus  as  He  hung. 
 
 6  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
 In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
 Perished,  as  too  many  do, 
 With  the  Savior  in  his  view. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  429 
 
 4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
 
 Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
 Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
 
 Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred 
 
 5  "Lord,"  he  prayed,  "remember  me, 
 
 When  in  glory  Thou  shalt  be;" 
 "Soon  with  Me,':  the  Lord  replies, 
 "Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise." 
 
 6  This  was  wondrous  grace,  indeed, 
 
 Grace  vouchsafed  in  time  ot  need; 
 Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name; 
 Yon  shall  find  11  im  still  the  same. 
 
 f  But,  beware  of  unbelief; 
 
 Think  upon  the  hardened  thief; 
 If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
 
 Christ  to  you  has  died  in  vain. 
 
 <t80  Lslancu 
 
 1  Brethren,  we  have  met  again, 
 Let  us  join  to  pray  and  sing, 
 Jesus  as  the  Savior  reigns, 
 Praise  Him  in  the  highest  strain! 
 
 2  Many  days  and  weeks  are  past, 
 Since  we  met  together  last, 
 Yet  our  lives  do  still  remain, 
 Here  on  earth  we  meet  again? 
 
43°  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 3  Many  of  our  friend3  are  gone 
 To  their  long  eternal  home, 
 They  have  left  us  here  below, 
 Soon  we  after  them  eh  all  go. 
 
 4  Brethren,  tell  me  how  you  do, 
 Does  your  love  continue  true? 
 Are  you  waiting  for  your  King, 
 When  he  shall  return  again? 
 
 6  Gracious  is  the  Lord  indeed, 
 To  my  soul  in  time  of  need; 
 Surely  He  hath  won  my  heart, 
 May  I  choose  Him  for  my  part? 
 
 ti>  Jesus  is  my  glorious  King, 
 
 IvJay  our  hearts  be  tuned  to  sing, 
 Praise  Him,  love  Him  evermore, 
 He's  the  God  whom  we  adore. 
 
 <£81  us. 
 
 1  'Mid   scenes   of   confusion   and   creature 
 
 complaints, 
 How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 
 
 saints; 
 To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
 And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home, 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,   for  heaven,  my 
 
 home. 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  43 1 
 
 2  Sweet  bond  that  unites  all  the  children  of 
 
 peace, 
 And  thrice  blessed  Jesus,  whose  love  can 
 
 not  cease; 
 Though  ott  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness  I 
 
 roam, 
 I  long  to  behold  Thee,  in  glory,  at  home. 
 
 3  I  sigh,  from  this  body  of  sin,  to  be  free, 
 Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 
 
 Thee, 
 Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows 
 
 may  foam, 
 All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  Thee 
 
 at  home. 
 
 4  Whate'er  Thou  deniest,  0,  give  me  Thy 
 
 grace, 
 The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  Thy 
 
 face; 
 Inspire  me  with   patience  to  wait  at  Thy 
 
 throne, 
 And   find   even  now  a   sweet  foretaste   of 
 
 home. 
 
 5  While  here  in  this  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
 0,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my 
 
 day, 
 In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come, 
 Rejoicing-  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
 
£32  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thy  beautit*  to 
 
 shine, 
 No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
 And  in  Thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb 
 With  glorified  millions  to  praise  Thee  at, 
 
 home. 
 Ilome,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 Receive  me  dear  Jesus,  to  heaven,  my  home, 
 
 482  8s.  6s. 
 
 1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace 
 
 Who  feels  his  sins  forgiven  ; 
 This  world,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place* 
 
 I  seek  a  place  in  heaven  — 
 A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 
 
 Yet,  O,  by  faith  I  see 
 The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
 
 A  heaven  prepared  for  me. 
 
 2>  A  stranger  in  this  world  below, 
 
 I.  calmly  sojourn  here, 
 Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 
 
 Provoke  my  love  or  fear; 
 Its  evils  in  a  moment  end, 
 
 Its  joys  as  soon  are  passed, 
 But  0,  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend 
 
 Eternally  shall  last. 
 
 3  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay 
 And  keep  me  back  from  home, 
 When  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ? 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  433 
 
 Shall  I  regret  to  leave  my  friends 
 Here  in  this  world  confined  ? 
 
 To  God  Himself  my  soul  ascends — 
 Farewell  to  all  behind. 
 
 4  0,  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours 
 
 While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
 We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers. 
 
 And  ante-date  that  day; 
 We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 
 
 Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
 And  with  His  glories  here 
 
 Our  earthen  vessel  tilled. 
 
 5  O,  would  He  more  of  heaven  bestow, 
 
 And  let  this  vessel  break, 
 A.nd  let  my  ransomed  spirit  go 
 
 To  see  the  Lord  I  seek  ; 
 In  rapturous  love  on  Him  to  gaze 
 
 Who  gives  that  sight  to  me, 
 And  shout  and  wonder  at  His  grace 
 
 In  vast  eternity, 
 
 4S3  P.  M.  P,  foiner. 
 
 1  Young  people,  all,  on  you  I  call, 
 
 Pray  lend  me  your  attention  ; 
 Some  longer  stay,  and  don't  go  'way, 
 But  hear  what  1  shall  mention. 
 
 2  The  time  is  come  for  to  go  home, 
 
 We  soon  shall  all  be  parted ; 
 
434  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 I  ask  to  know,  before  you  go, 
 Are  all  your  souls  converted? 
 
 8  If  you  are  in  the  power  of  sin, 
 By  satan  captivated, 
 Regardless  still  of  heaven's  will, 
 By  whom  you  were  created. 
 
 4  Should  this  be  true  what  will  you  do  s 
 You  still  reject  the  Savior  ; 
 Soon  death  will  come  and  call  you  home, 
 Oh,  think,  you're  lost  forever  ! 
 
 6  Young  people,  dear,  have  you  no  faar, 
 Nor  pray  to  God  for  favor, 
 Nor  yet  begin  to  hate  your  sin, 
 Or  love  the  blessed  Savior  ? 
 
 6  Some  list,  you  see,  and  soldiers  be, 
 
 To  fight  for  loving  Jesus  ; 
 
 Our  Captain  He  gives  victory, 
 
 And  from  all  evil  frees  us. 
 
 7  He'll  surely  save  poor  souls  that  have 
 
 No  worthiness  or  merit, 
 Who  at  His  call  resign  their  all, 
 Shall  endless  life  inherit. 
 
 8  Through  all  the  snares  of  death  and  wars 
 
 He'll  be  their  King  and  Savior, 
 He'll  shortly  come  and  take  them  home, 
 To  reign  with  Him  forever 
 
Spiritual  Songs.  ^jj 
 
 9  It  you  will  come,  there  still  is  room 
 For  all  who  on  Him  venture; 
 He'll  surely  save  His  soldiers  brave, 
 Who  iu  His  service  enter, 
 
 10  And  when  the  war  is  done  and  o'er 
 He'll  march  His  troops  to  heaven  • 
 Bright  glories  there  they  all  shall  wearr 
 And  victor's  crowns  be  given. 
 
 484=  7s- 
 
 1  Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring 
 
 To  my  enraptured  vision, 
 All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 
 
 Round  the  bright  Elysian. 
 Lo,  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
 
 Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 
 Son  of  Righteousness  arise, 
 
 Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 
 
 2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
 
 Freely  flash  before  Him  ; 
 Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 
 
 Instantly  adore  Him. 
 Angelic  triumphs  sound  His  fama. 
 
 Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
 All  the  music  of  His  name — 
 
 Heaven  echoes  with  the  theme. 
 
 8  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
 From  their  princely  station; 
 
436  Spiritual  Songs. 
 
 Shout  His  glorious  victories, 
 Sing  the  great  salvation. 
 
 Cast  their  crowns  before  His  throne, 
 
 Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
 Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
 
 Holy !  holy !  holy  one. 
 
 4  i3ark !  the  willing  symphonies, 
 
 Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
 Jesus  in  these  holy  lays — 
 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus! 
 Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
 
 Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
 Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  How  along. 
 
 <£85 
 
 1  Dear  brethren,  farewell,  I  do  you  now  tell 
 ['m  sorry  to  leave  you,  I  love  you  so  well; 
 
 [  onward  must  go,  the  trumpet  to  blow 
 Of  Christ,  my   Redeemer,  while   stationed 
 below. 
 
 2  Strange   people  I'll  find — I  hope  they'll 
 
 prove  kind ; 
 Strange  faces  nor  places  can  altar  my  mind ; 
 Wherever  I  be,  I'll  still  pray  for  thee, 
 A.nd  you,  my  dear  brethren,  do  likewise  for 
 
 me. 
 
Patting  Hymns.  437 
 
 3  Poor  sinners,  adieu  ;  I'm  sorry  for  you; 
 If "you  die  unconverted,  0,  what  will  you  do  ? 
 What  a  horror  will  seize,  what  a  dread  and 
 
 amaze, 
 When  the  earth  and  the  sea  shall   all  burn 
 in  a  blaze. 
 
 4  Poor  mourners,  adieu  ;  I  now   part    with 
 
 you; 
 My  heart   feels  your  sorrows — what   more 
 
 can  I  do? 
 If  I  see  you  no  mere  till  the  trumpet  shall 
 
 roar, 
 I  hope  then  to  meet  you  where  parting's  no 
 
 more. 
 
 5  "When   Jesus  shall  come   and  take  us   all 
 
 home, 
 We'll   range  the   bright  fields   where    the 
 
 Savior  is  gone ; 
 I  am  ready  to  go  from  sorrow  and  woe ; 
 In  hope  of  bright  glory,  I'll  leave  all  below, 
 
 PARTING  HYMNS. 
 
 1  For  a  season  called  to  part, 
 
 Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
 To  the  gracious  eye  ar.d  heart, 
 Of  our  ever-present  friend. 
 
4j8  Parting  Hymns. 
 
 2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
 
 Tender  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep! 
 Let  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  care, 
 All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
 
 3  In  Thy  strength  may  we  be  strong, 
 
 Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
 Grant,  that  if  we  live  ere  long, 
 We  may  meet  in  peace  again. 
 
 4  Then  if  Thou  Thy  help  afford, 
 
 Joyful  songs  to  Thee  shall  rise, 
 
 And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
 
 Who  regards  our  humble  cries. 
 
 487  8s-  7s-  4s- 
 
 1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
 
 Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
 Let  us  each  Thy  love  possessing, 
 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 
 O,  refresh  us, 
 Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 
 
 2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
 
 For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
 May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
 
 In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 
 May  Thy  presence 
 With  us  evermore  be  found. 
 
Parting  Hymns.  439 
 
 U  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
 Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
 Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
 Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay; 
 May  we  ready, 
 Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day. 
 
 4:88  S.  M. 
 
 1  Once  more  before  we  part 
 
 We'll  bless  the  Savior's  name; 
 Record  His  mercies  every  heart, 
 Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 
 
 I  Hoard  up  His  sacred  word, 
 And  feed  thereon  and  grow; 
 Go  on  and  seek  to  know  the  Lord, 
 And  practice  what  you  know. 
 
 3  And  if  we  meet  no  more 
 On  Zion's  earthly  ground, 
 0,  may  we  reach  that  blissful  state 
 Where  all  Thy  saints  are  bound. 
 
 <i8Q  L-  M-  Herbert. 
 
 1  O,  Lord,  dismiss  us  now  in  love, 
 Send  down  Thy  blessing  from  above; 
 
 The  blessings  we  have  sought  to-day 
 Lord  graut  before  we  go  away. 
 
44°  Parting  Hymns. 
 
 2  We  have  been  praying  for  Thy  grace, 
 That  Thou  wouldst  smile  upon  this  place  \ 
 
 Thou  knowst  we  love  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
 Because  we  find  Thy  presence  there. 
 
 490  us. 
 
 1  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  Savior  has  balsam  and  riches  in  store. 
 
 2  If  hungry  and  thirsty,  and  burdened  with 
 
 guilt, 
 For  you  the  dear  Savior  His  blood  freely 
 
 spilt ; 
 If  naked  and  wounded,  just  ready  to  die, 
 He  waits  from  His  fullness  your  wants  to 
 
 supply. 
 
 3  You're  welcome,  poor  sinners,  no  longer 
 
 delay  ; 
 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. 
 
Parting  Hymns.  441 
 
 4  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. 
 
 6  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,   beloved  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. 
 
 6  The  time  is  approaching  when  Christ  shall 
 
 appear 
 
 In  glory,  and  then  all  His  saints  shall  be 
 there  ; 
 
 !No  fear  then  of  parting,  or  grief,  or  com- 
 plaint 
 
 Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a 
 saint. 
 
 7  But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  our 
 
 employ ; 
 Our  souls  always  feasting,  yet  never  shall 
 
 cloy ; 
 New  scenes  then  unfolding  new   joys  will 
 
 afford ; 
 All  glory  and  honor,  and  praise  to  the  Lord. 
 
442  Parting  Hymns. 
 
 4=91 
 
 1  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
 The  gospel  sounds  a  jubilee; 
 
 My  stammering  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
 From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea. 
 
 And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
 I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 
 
 2  Farewell,  in  bonds  and  union  dear, 
 Like  strings,  you  twine  about  my  heart; 
 I  only  ask  your  earnest  prayer 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part. 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
 Encircled  in  eternal  love. 
 
 3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below. 
 Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me, 
 My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 
 
 To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee. 
 
 To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  news 
 To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 
 
 4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all, 
 While  God  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe, 
 I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 
 
 That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live; 
 That  your  dear  souls  prepared  may  be 
 To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 
 
 5  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun; 
 And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
 
 The  path  is  straight  my  feet  shall  run, 
 
Parting  Hymns.  443 
 
 And  God  will  keep  me  as  lgo. 
 
 And  God  will  hold  me  in  His  hand, 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 
 
 6  Farewell,  farewell,  I  look  above; 
 
 Jesus,  my  guide,  to  Thee  I  call; 
 
 My  joy,  my  crown,  and  only  love, 
 
 My  safeguard  here,  my  heavenly  all ; 
 
 My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  singj 
 My  only  joy  in  death.     Amen. 
 
 4:92  C.    M. 
 
 \  My  little  flock,  I  bid  adieu, 
 Our  parting  is  to  day  ; 
 0,  may  we  all  to  Christ  prove  true, 
 And  try  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  There  is  one  thingthat  wounds  my  heart, 
 And  grieves  my  soul  full  sore  ; 
 To  think  we  must  in  body  part, 
 Perhaps  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 B  And  if  we  never  meet  below, 
 Let  us  our  lamps  prepare. 
 To  meet  when  the  last  trump  shall  blow. 
 And  in  His  glory  share. 
 
 4  So,  fare  you  well,  my  brethren  dear. 
 
 With  melting  hearts  we  part; 
 
 God  make  you  faithful  to  the  end; 
 
 Vr>nr  souls  he  near  my  heart. 
 
444  Parting  Hymns. 
 
 5  We  need  not  wait  but  few  more  day3, 
 
 Then  He  will  call  us  home, 
 Where  fear  of  parting  ne'er  will  come, 
 In  that  bright  world  above. 
 
 6  Where  we'll  surround  the  throne  of  God. 
 
 And  sing  redeeming  love  ; 
 And  there  I  hope  to  see  your  face, 
 And  join  to  praise  the  Lord. 
 
 493  C.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  friends,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell, 
 
 Since  you  and  I  must  part; 
 I  go  away  and  here  you  stay, 
 
 But  still  we're  joined  in  heart; 
 Your  love  to  me  has  been  most  free, 
 
 Your  conversation  sweet; 
 How  can  I  bear  to  journey  where 
 
 With  you  I  can  not  meet? 
 
 2  Yet  do  I  find  my  heart  inclined 
 
 To  do  my  work  below  ; 
 When  Christ  doth  call,  I  trust  I  shall 
 
 Be  ready  then  to  go  ; 
 Heave  you  all,  both  great  and  small, 
 
 In  Christ's  encircling  arms, 
 Who  can  you  save  from  the  cold  grave, 
 
 And  shield  you  from  all  harms. 
 
farting  Hymns.  445 
 
 3  I  trust  you'll  pray  both  night  and  day, 
 
 And  keep  your  garments  white; 
 For  you  and  me,  that  we  may  be 
 
 The  children  of  the  light; 
 If  you  die  first,  anon  you  must, 
 
 The  will  of  God  be  done — 
 I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward 
 
 With  an  immortal  crown. 
 
 4  If  I'm  called  home,  whilst  I  am  gone, 
 
 Indulge  no  tears  for  me ; 
 I  hope  to  sing  and  praise  my  King 
 
 To  all  eternity. 
 Millions  of  years  over  the  spheres 
 
 Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
 While  beauty  bright  unto  my  sight 
 
 Thy  sacred  sweets  disclose. 
 
 5  I  long  to  go  ;  then  farewell,  woe; 
 
 My  soul  will  be  at  rest; 
 No  more  shall  I  complain  or  sigh, 
 
 But  taste  the  heavenly  feast. 
 O,  may  we  meet  and  be  complete, 
 
 And  long  together  dwell, 
 And  serve  the  Lord  with  one  accord, 
 
 And  so  dear  friends,  farewell. 
 
 1  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 
 hand, 
 
446  Tasting  Hymns. 
 
 That   we   must  be  parted   from   this  social 
 
 band ; 
 Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
 Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 
 
 2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell   for 
 
 awhile, 
 We'll  soon  meet  again  if  kind  Providence 
 
 smile; 
 But    while  we  are    parted,  and   scattered 
 
 abroad, 
 We'll  pray  for  each  other  and  trust  in  the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be 
 
 discharged, 
 The  war  will  be  ended,  the  bounty  enlarged  ; 
 With   shouting   and    singing,  tho'  Jordan 
 
 may  roar, 
 You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the 
 
 shore. 
 
 4  Farewell,  younger  brethren,   just  'listed 
 
 for  war, 
 
 Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near. 
 
 Although  you  must  travel  this  dark  wilder- 
 ness, 
 
 Your  Captain's  before  you ;  ^ie'll  lead  you 
 to  peace. 
 
Parting  Hymns.  447 
 
 5  The   world,  and  the   devil,   and  sin,  all 
 
 unite, 
 And  bold  persecution,  your  souls  to  affright; 
 But   Jesus,   your  leader,   is   stronger  than 
 
 they — 
 Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 
 
 6  Farewell,  trembling  mourners,  with   sad, 
 
 broken  hearts, 
 
 0  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
 He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
 His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 
 
 7  Farewell,   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  Savior  to  praise,  in  a  pure  social  band. 
 
 4r95  C.  M. 
 
 1  Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet. 
 
 And  taste  Thy  heavenly  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, 
 0,  let  Thy  gracious  presence  still 
 With  every  soul  remain. 
 
448  Parting  Hymns. 
 
 3  O,  may  we  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
 
 Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
 Till  we  around  Thy  glorious  throne 
 Shall  joyful  meet  above  ; 
 
 4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  hearty 
 
 And  pain  and  grief  shall  fly, 
 And  not  a  thought  that  we  must  part 
 E'er  interrupt  our  joy. 
 
 5  Deliver'd  then  from  cares  and  pains, 
 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire, 
 But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
 Redeeming  love  admire. 
 
 6  And  thus  to  all  eternity, 
 
 Upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
 The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
 Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 
 
 496  L-  M.  L.  ,Mtd. 
 
 1  0,  happy  day  !  when  saints  shall  meet 
 To  part  no  more — the  thought  is  sweet  \ 
 No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart 
 
 Oft  felt  below,  when  christians  part. 
 
 2  O,  happy  place,  I  still  must  say, 
 Where  all  but  love  is  done  away; 
 All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past- 
 Their  social  feast  will  ever  last. 
 
Miscellaneous.  449 
 
 3  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain 
 As  there  in  every  heart  shall  reign. 
 There  separation  can't  compel 
 The  saints  to  bid  the  sad  farewell. 
 
 4  On  earth  when  friends  together  meet, 
 And  tind  the  passing  moments  sweet, 
 Tune's  rapid  motions  soon  compel 
 With  grief  to  say — dear  friends,  farewell. 
 
 6  The  happy  season  soon  will  come 
 
 When  saints  shall  meet  in  heaven,  their 
 
 home, 
 Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
 Nor  ever  hear  the  sound — farewell. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 407  L.   M.  Fawceti, 
 
 1  Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
 Prepare  us  to  receive  Thy  word ; 
 Now  let  Thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
 And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 
 
 2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
 And  iix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
 With  food  divine  may  wTe  be  fed, 
 
 And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 
 
 3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
 With  sovereign  powder  and  energy; 
 And  may  we  in  Thy  faith  and  fear 
 Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 
 
 ('0 
 
450  Miscellatieous. 
 
 4  Father,  in  us  Thy  Son  reveal ; 
 Teach  us  to  know  and  do  Thy  will; 
 Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
 And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 
 
 4=98  P.  M. 
 
 1  Come,  tell  us  your  troubles,  ye  saints  of 
 
 the  Lord. 
 And  tell  us  what  comfort  you've  found  in 
 
 His  word ; 
 Although  you're  unworthy,  in  Jesus  he  bold, 
 Tell  what  a  kind  Savior  has  done  for  your 
 
 soul. 
 
 2  Tell  how  you  discovered  the  state  you 
 
 were  in, 
 How  weary  you  felt  with  your  burden  of  sin; 
 Come,  telt  us  your  sorrows,  your  doubts  and 
 
 your  fear, 
 Your  brethren  are  waiting  and  longing  to 
 
 hear. 
 
 3  It  may  be  you  thought  when  you  camo  to 
 
 this  place 
 You'd  tell  us  the  happy  effects  of  free  grace, 
 But  now  you   are   doubting  if  you  have 
 
 believed, 
 And  fear  that  the  tempter  your  heart  has 
 
 deceived. 
 
Miscellaneous.  45 1 
 
 4  Perhaps    you've    discovered     corruption 
 
 within, 
 And  think  that  a  christian  feels  nothing  of 
 
 sin, 
 Therefore,  you  do  fear  that  your  hopes  are 
 
 all  vain, 
 And  long  ior  your  burthen  of  sorrow  again. 
 
 5  Perhaps   you  are  fearful  if   you   should 
 
 relate 
 Your  little  exporince  and  your  present  state, 
 Through  weakness  you  could  not  your  feel- 
 ings explain, 
 And  as  a  deceiver  you'd  meet  with  disdain. 
 
 6  If  these  be  your  feelings  do  not  fear  to  tell, 
 The  lovers  of  Jesus  remember  them  well; 
 For  as  with  the  heart  man  believes,  it  is  said, 
 So  unto  salvation  confession  is  made. 
 
 7  We  look  not  for  knowledge  or  anything 
 
 great, 
 Experience  alone  we  would  have  thee  relate ; 
 The  meek  and  the  humble  are  those  that 
 
 we  love, 
 A.nd  these  are  the   spirits   our  Lord   doth 
 
 approve. 
 
 8  Come,  now  we'll  attend  to  the   glorious 
 
 news, 
 Plead  not  your  unworthiness  for  an  excuse, 
 
I.52  Miscellaneous. 
 
 But  come  while   we  try  to  assist  you  by 
 
 prayer, 
 A.nd  the  angels  in  heaven  will  joyously  hear. 
 
 4:39 
 
 1  Mixtures  of  joy  and  sorrow  I  daily  do 
 
 pass  through, 
 Sometimes  I'm  in  the  valley — then  sinking 
 
 down  with  woe, 
 Sometimes  I  am  exalted,  on  angel's  wings  I 
 
 fly; 
 
 Rising  above  Mount  Pisgah,  I  almost  reach 
 the  sky. 
 
 2  Sometimes  my  hopes  are  little,  I  almost 
 
 lay  them  by ; 
 Sometimes  it  is  sufficient  if  I  were  called  to 
 
 die; 
 Sometimes  I  am  in  doubting  and  think  I 
 
 have  no  grace; 
 Sometimes  I  am  shouting  and  Bethel  is  the 
 
 place. 
 
 3  Sometimes  I  shun  the  christian  for  fear 
 
 he'll  talk  to  me, 
 Sometimes  he  is   the  neighbor  I  long  the 
 
 most  to  see, 
 Sometimes  we  meet  together  in  seasons  dry 
 
 and  dull ; 
 Sometimes  1  find  a  blessing  of  joy  that  fills 
 
 my  soul. 
 
Miscellaneous.  453 
 
 4  Sometimes   1   am   oppressed   by   Satan's 
 
 cruel  hand, 
 Sometimes  o'er  death's  cold  valley  I  view 
 
 the  promised  land; 
 Sometimes  I  am  in  darkness  and  sometimes 
 
 in  the  light, 
 Sometimes  my  soul  on  wiugs  of  faith  ascends 
 
 in  lofty  flight. 
 
 5  Sometimes  I  go  in  mourning  down  Baby- 
 
 lon's cold  stream, 
 Sometimes  my  Lord's  religion  appears  to  be 
 
 my  theme ; 
 Sometimes  when   I   am  praying   it  almost 
 
 seems  a  task ; 
 Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing — the  greatest  1 
 
 can  ask. 
 
 8  Sometimps  I  read   my  bible — it  seema  a 
 
 sealed  b  >ok; 
 Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  wherever  I  do 
 
 look; 
 Sometimes  I  go  to  meeting  and  wU'i  I'd 
 
 staid  at  home, 
 Sometimes  I  find  my  Savior  and  then  I'm 
 
 glad  I  come. 
 
 T   O,  how  I  am  thus  tossed — thus  tossed  to 
 
 and  fro  ! 
 llr*w  are  my  hopes  thus  crossed  wherever  1 
 
 do  go; 
 
454  Miscellaneous. 
 
 0  Lord,  Thou  never  changest,  it  is  because 
 
 I  stray, 
 Lord,  guide  me  by  Thy  spirit,  and  keep  nie 
 in  the  way. 
 
 BOO  L-  M. 
 
 1  Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends. 
 And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends; 
 Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
 
 But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way 
 
 %  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
 Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 
 If  we  but  strive,  and  watch  and  pray, 
 Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 
 
 3  Oh,  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
 May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart; 
 But  may  our  actions  always  say 
 We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 
 
 4  Though  satan  may  his  powers  employ 
 Our  peace  and  comfort  to  destaoy, 
 Yet  never  fear  we'll  gain  the  day, 
 And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 
 
 &  And  when  on  Pisgah's  mount  we  stand 
 And  view  by  faith  the  promised  land, 
 Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray? 
 And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 
 
Miscellaneous.  455 
 
 6  Ye  valiant  souls  for  heaven  contend ; 
 Kemember  glory's  at  the  end; 
 Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
 When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 
 
 J  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore 
 We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before; 
 And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day 
 By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 
 
 501 
 
 1  Our  bondage  here  shall  end 
 By  and  by — by  and  by  ; 
 Our  griefs  shall  vanish  then, 
 With  our  three-score  years  and  ten, 
 And  bright  glory  crown  the  day, 
 By  and  by — by  and  by. 
 
 2  When  our  Deliverer  comes 
 By  and  by — by  and  by  ; 
 From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
 We  will  hail  our  jubilee, 
 And  to  Canaan  all  return 
 By  and  by — by  and  by. 
 
 3  Though  strong  our  foes  appear, 
 We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on  ; 
 
 Our  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
 For  Israel's  God  is  near — 
 While  the  fiery  pillar  moves 
 We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 
 
456  Miscellaneous. 
 
 4  By  Marah's  bitter  stream3 
 We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on  ; 
 Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
 The  Rock  shall  yield  supply — 
 To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine 
 We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 
 
 5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood 
 We  are  come — we  are  come ; 
 Jehovah  rules  the  tide 
 
 And  the  waters  will  divide, 
 
 While  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout 
 
 "  We  are  come — we  are  come." 
 
 6  There  friends  shall  meet  again 
 Who  have  loved — who  have  loved; 
 Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet 
 When  we  each  other  greet 
 
 At  our  great  Redeemer's  feet 
 Who  have  loved — who  have  loved. 
 
 7  There  with  the  happy  throng 
 We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice; 
 Shouting  glory  to  our  King 
 
 Till  the  heavenly  dome  shall  ring, 
 And  through  all  eternity 
 We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice. 
 
 502  7s.  6s. 
 
 I  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
 From  India's  coral  strand, 
 Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
 Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
 
Miscellaneous.  457 
 
 From  many  an  ancient  river, 
 
 From  many  a  palmy  plain; 
 They  call  ns  to  deliver 
 
 Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
 
 2  What,  though  the  spicy  breezes 
 
 Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle  ; 
 Though  every  prospect  pleases 
 
 And  only  man  is  vile, 
 In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
 
 The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn; 
 The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
 
 Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
 
 3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 
 
 With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
 Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
 
 The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
 Salvation  !  Oh,  Salvation  ' 
 
 The  joyful  sound  proclaim  ; 
 Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
 
 Has  learned  Messiah's  name, 
 
 4  Waft,  waft,  ye  wind  s  his  story, 
 
 And  you  ye  waters  roll, 
 Till  like  a  sea  of  glory 
 
 It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
 ""Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 
 
 The  lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
 Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
 
 In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 
 
458  Miscellaneous. 
 
 503  C.  M. 
 
 1  Since  man  by  sin  has  strayed  from  God, 
 
 He  seeks  creation  through  ; 
 And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss 
 In  trying  something  new. 
 
 2  The  new  possessed  like  fading  flowers, 
 
 Soon  looses  its  gay  hue; 
 The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
 The  soul  wants  something  new. 
 
 8  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 
 With  India  and  Peru, 
 The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void 
 And  still  want  something  new. 
 
 4  But  when  we  feel  a  Savior's  love, 
 
 All  good  in  him  we  view  ; 
 The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  delights— 
 In  Christ  finds  all  things  new. 
 
 5  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  brings, 
 
 Will  bear  a  strict  review; 
 Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
 For  Christ  is  always  new. 
 
 504: 
 
 1   While  wandering  to  and  fro 
 In  this  wide  world  of  woe, 
 Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow. 
 
Miscellaneous.  4.59 
 
 Chorus. — Give  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus — 
 Give  me  Jesus, 
 You  may  have  all  this  world, 
 Give  me  Jesus. 
 
 2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
 When  pressed  by  grief  I  sigh ; 
 Still  this  shall  be  my  cry,  etc. 
 
 3  When  to  the  mercy  seat, 
 I  go  my  Lord  to  meet, 
 
 My  heart  shall  still  repeat,  etc. 
 
 4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
 In  him  will  I  contide, 
 
 And  all  the  storms  outride,  etc. 
 
 5  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fail, 
 And  foes  my  soul  assail, 
 
 Through  him  I  shall  prevail,  etc. 
 
 6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
 When  nearing  Jordan's  shore 
 I'll  shout  as  up  I  soar,  etc. 
 
 7  When  at  the  judgment  seat, 
 I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet, 
 
 When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  me^t,  etc. 
 
 8  When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee, 
 When  time  shall  cease  to  be 
 Through  all  eternity,  etc. 
 
o6o  Miscellaneous 
 
 505 
 
 1  While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to 
 
 rest, 
 The  last  heams  of  daylight  shone  dim  in 
 
 the  west ; 
 O'er  fields  by  the  moonlight  my  wanderijg 
 
 feet 
 Sought  in  quietude's  hour  a  place  of  retreat. 
 
 2  While  passing  a  garden,  I  paused,  thon 
 
 drew  near, 
 A  voice  faint  and  plaintive  arrested  my  ear; 
 The  voice  of  the  sufferer  affected  my  heart, 
 In  agony  pleading  the  poor  sinners  part. 
 
 3  In  offering  to  Heaven  his  pitying  prayer, 
 He  spoke  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must 
 
 bear; 
 His  life  for  a  ransom  he  offerea  to  give, 
 That  sinners  redeemed  in  glory  might  live. 
 
 4  So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his 
 
 prayers, 
 That  down  o'er  his  bosom  rolled  sweat,  blood 
 
 and  tears; 
 I  wept  to  behold  him,  I  asked  him  his  namer 
 He  answered  'tis  Jesus,  from  heaven  I  came. 
 
 5  I  am  thy  Redeemer,  for  thee  I  must  die, 
 This  cup  is  most  bitter  but  can  not  pass  by ; 
 Thy  sins  like  a  mountain  are  laid  upon  me, 
 And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee. 
 
Miscellaneous.  461 
 
 6  I  heard  with  deep  anguish  the  tale  of  his 
 
 woe, 
 While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did 
 
 flow; 
 The  cause  of  his  sorrow  to  hear  him  repeat, 
 Affected  my  heart  and  I  fell  at  his  feet. 
 
 7  I  trembled  with  horror  and  loudly  did  cry, 
 Lord,  save  a  poor  sinner,  O,  save  or  I  die! 
 He  smiled  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me, 
 
 live, 
 Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive. 
 
 8  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me 
 
 rejoice  ; 
 His  smile,  O,  how  pleasant!  how  charming 
 
 his  voice ! 
 I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
 I  shouted  salvation  and  glory  to  God. 
 
 9  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above, 
 My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  light,  peace  and 
 
 love; 
 I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayers  and  the 
 
 tears 
 Of    that  loving  Savior    who  banished    my 
 
 fears. 
 
 10  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
 When  Gabriel  descending,  the  trumpet  shall 
 
 sound, 
 My  soul  then  in  rapture  of  glory  shall  rise, 
 To  gaze  on  the  Savior  with  unclouded  eyes. 
 
462  Miscellaneous. 
 
 506 
 
 1  Farewell,  f<  rewell  to  all  below, 
 My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go  ; 
 I  launch  my  boat  upon  the  sea, 
 This  laud  is  not  the  land  for  me. 
 
 Chorus. — This  world  is  not  my  home, 
 This  world  is  not  my  home, 
 This  world  is  all  a  wilderness. 
 This  world  is  not  my  home. 
 
 2  I  found  the  winding  path  of  sin, 
 A  rugged  path  to  travel  in ; 
 Beyond  the  chilly  waves  I  see 
 The  \n.n&  *aav  Savior  bought  for  me. 
 
 3  c/,  sinners,  <vni  you  not  go? 
 
 There  is  room  enough  for  you  I  know, 
 Our  boat  is  sound,  the  passage  free, 
 And  there  is  a  better  land  for  thee. 
 
 4  Farewell  dear  friends.  I  can  not  stay, 
 The  home  I  seek  is  far  away ; 
 Where  Christ  is  not,  I  can  not  be. 
 This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 
 
 5  Praise  be  to  God,  our  hope  on  high, 
 The  angels  sing,  and  so  will  I; 
 Where  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  knee, 
 Oh  that's  the  land,  the  land  for  me. 
 
Miscellaneous.  46  \ 
 
 1  Dear  brethren,  I  have  found, 
 A  land  that  doth  abound, 
 
 With  food  as  sweet  as  manna; 
 The  more  I  eat,  I  find 
 The  more  I  am  inclined 
 
 To  shout  and  sing  Hosannab. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 My  sould  doth  long  to  go,  where  it  may 
 
 fully  know 
 The  glories  of  my  Savior, 
 And  as  I  pass  along,  I'll  sing  a   Christian 
 
 song ; 
 i  hope  to  live  forever. 
 
 2  Perhaps  you'll  think  I  am  wild, 
 As  simple  as  a  child ; 
 
 I  am  a  child  of  glory, 
 My  birth  is  from  above ; 
 My  soul  is  full  of  love, 
 
 I  long  to  tell  my  story. 
 
 3  The  city  of  delight, 
 
 This  moment  shines  so  bright, 
 It  gives  me  peace  and  pleasure; 
 There's  no  terristrial  bliss 
 Can  ever  equal  this, 
 A  hope  that's  full  of  glory. 
 
464  Miscellaneous. 
 
 4  My  brethren  can  you  say 
 T'hat  you  are  on  your  way, 
 iiiv,  m  your  way  to  glory  ? 
 I  care  not  for  your  name, 
 Religion  is  the  same, 
 I  love  my  blessed  Savior. 
 
 50S  P.  m. 
 
 1  There  is   a  place  where   my  hopes  are 
 
 stayed, 
 My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there  ; 
 Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
 And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 
 Chorus. 
 That  blissful  place  is  my  Fatherland, 
 
 By  faith  its  delights  I  explore ; 
 Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
 And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 
 
 2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
 
 A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode, 
 The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell, 
 But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 
 
 3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are 
 
 gone, 
 Who  suffered  and  worshiped  wth  me; 
 Exalted  with  Christ  high  on  His  th:  ddo 
 The  King  in  His  beauty  they  see. 
 
Miscellaneous.  465 
 
 There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live 
 When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er ; 
 
 A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
 And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 
 
 509  s.  m. 
 
 1  Prepare  a  thankful  song 
 
 To  the  Redeemer's  name ; 
 His  praises  should  employ  each  tongue, 
 And  every  heart  inflame. 
 
 2  He  laid  His  glory  by 
 
 And  dreadful  pains  endured9 
 That  rebels  such  as  you  and  I, 
 From  wrath  might  be  secured 
 
 3  (Jpon  the  cross  He  died, 
 
 Our  debt  of  sin  to  pay, 
 And  blood  and  water  from  His  side 
 Wash  guilt  and  tilth  away. 
 
 4  The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends, 
 
 Our  stubborn  souls  to  move. 
 To  make  his  enemies  his  friends. 
 And  conquor  them  by  love. 
 
 5  The  world  and  Satan  rage, 
 
 But  He  their  power  controls; 
 His  wisdom,  love  and  truth  engage 
 Protection  for  our  souls. 
 
466  Miscellaneous. 
 
 6  Though  pressed,  we  will  not  yield, 
 But  shall  prevail  at  length  ; 
 For  Jesus  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
 Our  righteousness  and  strength. 
 
 510  P.  M. 
 
 1  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  beloved    oi 
 
 the  Lord, 
 The  footsteps  of  Jesus  you'll  find  in  llis 
 
 word ; 
 Then  follow  your   Savior  wherever    He 
 
 goes — 
 Stand  fast  and  unshaken  whatever  oppose, 
 
 2  On  parting,  dear  brethren,  I  give  you  my 
 
 hand, 
 In  token  of  friendship,  that  uniting  band ; 
 Although   for   awhile   these   vile   bodies 
 
 must  part, 
 Cemented  in  love,  we  are  still  joined  in 
 
 heart. 
 
 8  The  time  is  approaching  when  Christ  shall 
 appear 
 
 In  glory,  and  then  all  His  saints  shall  meet 
 there; 
 
 No  fear  then  of  parting,  no  grief,  no  com- 
 plaint, 
 
 Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a 
 saint. 
 
Miscellaneous.  467 
 
 4  But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  their 
 employ ; 
 Their  souls   always   feasting,  yet   never 
 
 shall  cloy. 
 New  scenes  still  unfolding  new  joys  shall 
 
 afford — 
 All  glory,  and  honor,  and  praise  to  the 
 iord. 
 
 511  L-  M. 
 
 1  Jesus,  Thou  great  exalted  King, 
 Thy  love,  Thy  matchless  love,  I  sing; 
 Descending  from  Thy  lofty  seat, 
 
 1  see  Thee  wash  Thy  servant's  feet. 
 
 2  Here  I  behold  at  once  displayed 
 The  God  in  mortal  flesh  arrayed, 
 And  an  example  set  for  me — 
 
 Set,  Christian,  by  Thy  Lord,  for  thee. 
 
 3  Let  us  attend  our  Sovereign  Lord, 
 And  all  His  works  and  acts  record ; 
 I  have  you  an  example  set 
 
 "  That  you  should  wash  each  others'  feet." 
 
 4  My  Savior,  I  obey  Thy  voice, 
 
 And  in  Thy  word  and  ways  rejoice; 
 Would  humbly  wash  Thy  followers'  feet — 
 0,  let  rue  here  Thy  presence  meet. 
 
468  Miscellaneous. 
 
 512  L-  M. 
 
 1  Come  brethren,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
 Never  depart  from  Jesus'  word ; 
 
 Let  true  humility  abound 
 Wherever  the  love  of  God  is  found. 
 
 2  Remember  when  Christ  was  below, 
 What  condescension  He  did  show; 
 He  did  His  dear  desciples  greet, 
 And  condescend  to  wash  their  feet. 
 
 3  If  I  your  Lord  and  Master  be, 
 And  you  my  blest  example  see, 
 You  should  each  other  kindly  greet 
 And  ought  to  wash  each  other's  feet. 
 
 4  My  servants  can  not  be  greater 
 Than  I,  your  Lord  and  Master  dear  ; 
 And  though  the  world  should  you  deg^uje. 
 It  is  well  pleasing  in  my  eyes. 
 
 5  And  we  who  do  this  duty  see, 
 With  other's  we'll  not  disagree  ; 
 In  lowest  stoop  we  will  them  greet, 
 We'll  eat  our  herbs  and  they  their  uaeai. 
 
 513  C.  M. 
 
 1  Jesus  by  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
 The  Church's  glorious  head, 
 With  humble  joy  I  call  Thee,  Lord, 
 And  in  Thy  footsteps  tread. 
 
Miscellaneous.  469 
 
 2  Emptied  of  all  Thy  greatness  here, 
 While  in  the  body  seen, 
 Thou  wouldst  the  least  of  all  appear 
 And  minister  to  men. 
 
 5  A  servant  to  Thy  servants  thou, 
 I,  Thy  clebas'd  estate ; 
 How  meekly  did  Thy  goodness  bow 
 To  wash  Thy  follower's  feet. 
 
 4  I  come,  0  God,  to  do  Thy  will, 
 
 With  Jesus  in  my  view  ; 
 A  servant  to  Thy  servants  still 
 My  pattern  I  pursue. 
 
 5  The  loving  labor  I  repeat, 
 
 Obedient  to  His  word, 
 And  wash  His  dear  desciple's  feet, 
 And  wait  upo^  the  Lord. 
 
 6  Shall  I,  a  worm  refuse  to  stoop  ? 
 
 My  fellow  worm  disdain, 
 I  give  my  vain  distinctions  up, 
 Since  Christ  did  wait  on  man. 
 
 514  L-  M. 
 
 1  Give  me  Thy  Spirit,  0  my  God, 
 Then  I  can  well  all  trials  meet 
 Deny  myself  and  all  my  pride, 
 
 And  wash  Thy  weakest  servant's  feet 
 
470  Miscellaneous, 
 
 2  Give  me  Thy  Spirit,  0  my  God, 
 
 Then  shall  I  in  Thy  footsteps  trace, 
 
 And  show  to  all  who  read  Thy  word, 
 
 That  I'm  indeed  renewed  by  grace. 
 
 3  Give  me  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  God, 
 
 Then  through  my  few  remaining  days 
 I'll  yield  obedience  to  Thy  word, 
 And  as  1  go  I'll  sing  Thy  praise. 
 
 515  c.  M. 
 
 1  Did  Christ  the  great  example  lead 
 
 For  all  His  humble  train, 
 
 In  washing  the  desciples'  feet 
 
 And  wiping  them  again  ? 
 
 2  And  did  my  Lord  and  Master  say? 
 
 If  I  have  washed  your  leet 
 Ye  also  ought  to  watch  and  pray, 
 And  wash  each  other's  feet  V 
 
 3  In  imitation  of  my  Lord, 
 
 Who  blood  for  me  did  sweat, 
 I  yield  unto  His  sacred  word, 
 A  nd  wash  the  pilgrim's  feet. 
 
 4  Yea  blessed  Jesus,  I  like  them, 
 
 Would  Christians  often  meet ; 
 
 The  least  of  all  the  flock  would  be, 
 
 And  wash  His  children's  feet? 
 
Miscellaneous.  472 
 
 5  For  this  let  rm  ""»  reproach,  defame, 
 And  call  me  wnat  they  will ; 
 I  still  would  follow  Christ  the  Lamb, 
 And  be  His  servant  still. 
 
 51 S  C.  M. 
 
 1  Deacons  awake,  the  work  fulfill — 
 
 The  work  to  you  assigned; 
 Discharge  your  sacred  duties  well 
 With  pure  and  upright  mind. 
 
 2  The  table  of  your  gracious  Lord, 
 
 The  Lord  who  for  us  died — 
 The  church's  poor  and  pastor's  board, 
 By  you  must  be  supplied. 
 
 3  How  great,  how  solemn  your  employ! 
 
 Preserve  a  conscience  pure; 
 
 Be  grave  amid  your  social  joy, 
 
 And  blameless  and  sincere. 
 
 4  Still  let  the  mystery  of  your  faith 
 
 In  bright  effulgence  g-iow  ; 
 Hear  what  the  Lord,  your  Savior  saitb. 
 "Fulfill  your  work  below." 
 
 5  Then  shall  you  up  to  glory  rise. 
 
 And  fill  that  heavenly  place- 
 That  place  of  pure  celestial  joy 
 Assigned  you  by  His  grace. 
 
472  Miscellaneons. 
 
 517  c.  m. 
 
 1  Up  to  Thy  throne,  0  God  of  love, 
 
 Would  we  now  lift  our  eyes ; 
 Grant  us  Thy  presence  from  above, 
 And  hear  our  feeble  cries. 
 
 2  Upon  Thy  servant,  called  to  fill 
 
 The  deacon's  sac:ed  trust, 
 O,  may  Thy  Spirit's  grace  distill, 
 And  make  him  wise  and  just. 
 
 3  Help  him  Thy  table,  Lord,  to  spread 
 
 With  reference  to  that  night, 
 When  powers  of  darkness  at  Thy  head 
 Aimed  their  malignant  spite. 
 
 4  By  faith  and  prayer  may  he  uphold 
 
 His  faithful  pastor's  hands, 
 And  to  his  temporal  wants  afford 
 Such  aid  as  God  commands. 
 
 5  Thy  poor,  the  objects  of  Thy  love, 
 
 Who  want  and  famine  dread; 
 O  may  His  bowels  toward  them  move 
 To  grant  supplies  of  bread. 
 
 3  Thus  may  he  use  his  office  well 
 And  to  himself  procure 
 Great  boldness  in  the  Christian  faith, 
 And  find  the  promise  sure. 
 
Miscellaneous.  473 
 
 5J.8  L.  M. 
 
 1  Head  of  vhe  Church,  Thy  care  we  bless ; 
 
 Thy  bounties  are  both  rich  and  large; 
 "While  teachers  on  their  teachings  wait, 
 Our  temp'rals  are  the  deacon's  charge. 
 
 2  Up  to  Thy  throne  we  lift  our  eyes 
 
 For  blessings  to  attend  our  choice, 
 Of  him  whose  generous  prudent  zeal 
 Shall  make  thy  favored  ways  rejoice. 
 
 3  By  purest  love  to  Christ  and  truth 
 
 May  he  obtain  a  good  degree 
 Of  boldness  in  the  Christian  faith, 
 
 And  meet  the  smile  of  thine  and  thee. 
 
 4  And  when  the  work  to  him  assigned, 
 
 The  work  of  love,  is  fully  done, 
 Call  him  from  serving  tables  here 
 To  heaven,  his  endless,  blissful  home. 
 
 519  L  M. 
 
 AT  THE   CHOICE  OF  A  DEACON. 
 
 1  Thcu  sacred  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
 Distill  Thy  dews  of  joy  and  love; 
 O'erspread  our  souls  with  rays  of  light, 
 A.nd  guide  our  erring  judgments  right. 
 
 2  From  our  dear  brethren,  taught  Thy  word 
 Fain  would  we  choose  a  deacon,  Lord ; 
 One  who  may  fill  the  office  well, 
 
 And  in  the  faith  of  Christ  excel. 
 
474  Miscellaneous. 
 
 3  In  Thee  we  trust,  on  Tliee  depend. 
 Our  constant,  never-failing  friend  ; 
 Assist  us,  Lord,  and  bless  our  choice, 
 And  in  Thy  name  will  we  rejoice. 
 
 520  L-  M. 
 
 1  Come,  happy  souls,  that  know  the  LordT 
 That  love  and  trust  His  sacred  word ; 
 With  songs  of  praise  address  His  throne, 
 And  Jesus  sing  the  living  stone. 
 
 %  Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious  too. 
 Is  He  in  each  believer's  view ; 
 Built  upon  Him  and  'stablished  here, 
 They  all  as  living  stones  appear. 
 
 6  Here  the  Great  Builder,  God,  will  raise 
 A  house,  a  temple  to  His  praise; 
 Here  gospel  sacrifices  claim 
 Acceptance  through  a  Savior's  name. 
 
 4  View  the  vast  building,  see  it  rise — 
 The  work  how  strong,  the  plan  how  wise ! 
 Beauty  and  grandeur  all  divine, 
 Throughout  the  whole  resplendent  shine. 
 
 6  Where'er  I  cast  my  eyes  abroad, 
 I  see  the  labors  of  a  God ; 
 And  through  the  whole  there's  not  a  stone 
 But  cost  the  Builder's  heart  a  groan. 
 
Miscellaneous,  475 
 
 Soon  shall  the  topstone  forth  be  brought, 
 To  crown  the  work  His  love  hath  wrought, 
 And  to  the  praise  of  sovereign  grace 
 Shall  loud  hozannas  fill  the  place. 
 
 521  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  swiftly  time's  revolving  wheels 
 Have  passed  another  year ; 
 
 How  short  is  life — my  spirit  feels 
 This  truth  with  sacred  fear. 
 
 2  Think,  0  my  soul !  another  year 
 Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
 
 I  can  not  long  continue  here, 
 And  this  may  be  the  last. 
 
 3  Much  of  my  precious  time  is  gone, 
 -Ne'er  to  return  again  ; 
 
 How  swift  my  passing  moments  run 
 Of  those  which  yet  remain. 
 
 1  My  soul,  awake,  with  serious  care 
 Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
 What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair, 
 And  what  Thy  chief  concern? 
 
 6  Here  a  new  scene  of  life  begins; 
 O  seek  afresh  for  heaven ; 
 Pi  ay  for  the  pardon  of  thy  sins 
 In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
 
476  Miscellaneous. 
 
 %  Gladly  devote  thyself  to  God, 
 And  on  His  grace  depend  ; 
 With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
 Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 
 
 522  L  M. 
 
 1  Before  Thy  throne,  eternal  King, 
 Thy  ministers  their  tribute  bring — 
 Their  tribute  of  united  praise, 
 
 For  heavenly  news  and  peaceful  days. 
 
 2  We  sing  the  conquest  of  Thy  sword, 
 And  publish  loud  Thy  healing  word, 
 While  angels  sound  Thy  glorious  name. 
 Thy  saving  grace,  our  lips  proclaim. 
 
 3  Thy  various  service  we  esteem, 
 
 Our  sweet  employ,  our  bliss  supreme  ; 
 And  while  we  feel  Thy  heavenly  love, 
 We  burn  like  Seraphim  above. 
 
 4  Still  in  Thy  work  would  we  abound, 
 Still  prune  the  vine  or  plough  the  ground, 
 Thy  sheep  with  wholesome  pasture  feed 
 And  watch  them  with  unwearied  heed. 
 
 5  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
 Our  care  below  and  crown  above  ; 
 Thy  praise  shall  be  our  blest  employ, 
 Thy  presence  ©ur  eternal  joy. 
 
Miscellaneous,  477 
 
 523  L.  M. 
 
 1  Convened  from  different  parts,  0  Lord, 
 
 We  bow  before  Thy  gracious  throne ; 
 O,  may  we  speak  and  hear  Thy  word, 
 Relying  on  Thy  grace  alone. 
 
 2  May  those  that  preach  be  well  prepared 
 
 The  solemn  message  to  impart ; 
 
 In  prayer  and  faith  may  it  be  heard, 
 
 And  find  access  to  every  heart. 
 
 3  Let  party  spleen,  nor  pride,  nor  shame, 
 
 Nor  fear  of  man  that  fatal  snare, 
 Nor  envious  views,  no  praise  nor  blame, 
 Direct  our  thought  nor  harbor  there. 
 
 4  May  love  divine  our  feelings  sway, 
 
 And  all  our  actions  sweetly  guide  ; 
 And  sin  and  guilt  be  done  away, 
 
 Through  Him  who  groaned,  and  bled 
 and  died. 
 
 5  Awake  our  souls  in  sweetest  lays, 
 
 Unite  our  noblest  powers  to  sing; 
 And  hearts  and  voices  join  to  raise 
 
 The  praise  of  Christ,  our  sovereign  King. 
 
 52-4:  C-   M-  W-  Thompson. 
 
 1  Not  to  control  the  church  of  God, 
 Nor  bind,  or  rule  her  sons, 
 But  to  associate  below 
 With  Zion's  little  ones. 
 
478  Miscetianeotts. 
 
 2  We  meet  in  council  and  advise 
 
 And  hear  from  all  around, 
 And  sing  and  pray,  and  preach  and  hear. 
 And  so  our  joys  abound. 
 
 3  These  seasons  still  from  year  to  year 
 
 Our  comforts  do  restore, 
 While  love  and  union  sweetly  roll^ 
 Our  Savior  we  adore. 
 
 4  If  thus  we  meet  on  earth  below, 
 
 So  warms  our  hearts  with  love,* 
 What  raptures  will  His  children  feel 
 When  they  shall  meet  above? 
 
 525  C.  M.  W.  Thompson 
 
 1  Now  from  the  east  and  west  and  south, 
 
 And  north  the  saints  repair; 
 To  meet  the  sons  of  God  below 
 And  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 
 
 2  Their  voices  join  in  concert  sweet, 
 
 The  Savior's  praise  to  sing  ; 
 Their  hearts  rejoice  to  hear  the  fame 
 Of  Christ  their  glorious  king. 
 
 3  To  hear  of  peace  and  love  and  zeal 
 
 In  all  the  churches  round, 
 That  truth  prevails,  and  all  the  saints 
 Delight  to  hear  the  sound. 
 
Miscellaneous.  479 
 
 4  We  hear  of  souls  renewed  by  grace, 
 
 Who  follow  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
 And  this  delights  the  hearts  of  those 
 Who  sound  His  grace  abroad. 
 
 5  In  social  convocation  now, 
 
 In  love  and  union  sweet; 
 May  this  association  sit 
 At  Christ  our  Savior's  feet. 
 
 526  L.  M.  W.  Thompson, 
 
 1  The  year  of  time  has  rolled  away, 
 And  we  are  brought  to  see  the  day 
 When  we  can  take  each  other's  hand 
 And  worship  in  a  social  band. 
 
 2  See  Zion's  children  gathering  round, 
 To  hear  the  gospel  trumpets  sound; 
 The  aged  soldier  and  the  youth, 
 
 Who  serve  one  God  and  love  the  truth. 
 
 3  The  watchman  on  the  stand  are  seen, 
 The  grove  around  is  dressed  in  green, 
 United  voices  join  to  sing 
 
 The  lofty  praises  of  our  King. 
 
 4  Hail  you  who  love  and  serve  our  Lord, 
 One  faith,  one  hope,  one  life,  one  word, 
 One  body  joined  by  love  divine 
 
 In  one  association  join. 
 
 5  In  council  now  we  meet  to  hear 
 How  Zion's  border  doth  appear, 
 
480  Miscellaneous. 
 
 If  peace  and  love  and  union  reigns, 
 And  gospel  truth  your  cause  sustains. 
 
 6  Thrice  welcome  kindred  to  this  place, 
 We'll  bow  before  the  throne  of  grace, 
 And  ask  our  God  our  souls  to  cheer, 
 And  bless  us  while  assembled  here. 
 
 527  CM.  Doddridge 
 
 1  These  mortal  joys,  how  soon  they  fade ! 
 
 How  swift  they  pass  away ; 
 The  dying  flower  reclines  its  head, 
 The  beauty  of  a  day. 
 
 2  The  bags  are  rent,  the  treasure's  lostr 
 
 We  fondly  call'd  our  own  ; 
 Scarce  could  we  the  possession  boast, 
 Before  we  found  it  gone. 
 
 3  But  there  are  joys  that  can  not  die, 
 
 Which  God  laid  up  in  store; 
 Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
 Brighter  than  golden  ore. 
 
 4  To  that  my  rising  heart  aspires, 
 
 With  infinite  delight; 
 O  for  the  spirit's  quickening  powers, 
 To  speed  me  in  the  flight. 
 
 528  C.  M. 
 
 1   When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
 This  rending  earth  shall  shake— 
 
Miscellaneous.  481 
 
 When  opening  graves  shall   yield  their 
 charge, 
 And  dust  to  life  awake — 
 ■l  Those  bodies  that,  corrupted,  fell, 
 Shall  incorrupted  rise; 
 And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life, 
 Immortal  in  the  skies. 
 
 3  Behold  what  heavenly  prophets  sung 
 
 Is  now  at  last  fulfilled — 
 That  death  should  yield  his  ancient  reign, 
 And  vanquished  quit  the  field. 
 
 4  Let  faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 
 
 And  thus  begin  to  sing : 
 '*  0  grave,  where  is  thy  triumph  now. 
 And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting!'""" 
 
 529  C.  M. 
 
 1  Ye  fleeting  charms  of  earth,  farewell. 
 
 Your  springs  of  joy  are  dry; 
 My  soul  now  seeks  another  home, 
 A  brighter  world  on  high. 
 
 2  Farewell,  ye  friends,  whose  tender  care 
 
 Has  long  engaged  my  love ; 
 Your  fond  embrace  I  now  exchange 
 For  better  friends  above. 
 
 3  Cheerful  I  leave  this  vale  of  tears, 
 
 Where  pains  and  sorrows  grow; 
 Welcome  the  day  that  ends  my  toil 
 And  every  scene  of  woe. 
 16 
 
482  Miscellaneous. 
 
 4  Ko  more  shall  sin  disturb  my  breast, 
 
 My  God  shall  frown  no  more; 
 The  streams  of  love  divine  shall  yield 
 Transports  unknown  before. 
 
 5  Fly,  then,  ye  interposing  days, 
 
 Lord  send  the  summons  down; 
 The  hand  that  strikes  me  to  the  dust. 
 Shall  raise  me  to  a  crown. 
 
 530  C,  M.  J.  Ryland 
 
 1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
 
 My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
 "Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much  loved  saints, 
 For  I  must  go  with  you. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 3  Through  duties  and  through  trials,  too, 
 
 Til  go  at  His  command; 
 "  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
 To  my  ImmanueFs  land. 
 
 4  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home 
 
 Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
 "Kinder  me  not,"  come  welcome  death, 
 I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
 
Miscellaneous.  483 
 
 531  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Lo !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
 
 To  our  believing  eyes ! 
 The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  away, 
 And  the  old  rolling  skies. 
 
 2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 
 
 That  holy,  happy  place, 
 The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
 Adorned  with  shining  grace. 
 
 3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 
 
 And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
 Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
 Of  your  descending  King. 
 
 4  The  God  of  Glory  down  to  men 
 
 Removes  his  blest  abode; 
 Men  the  dear  objects  ot'  His  grace — 
 And  He  the  loving  God. 
 
 5  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 
 
 From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
 And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs  and 
 fears, 
 And  death  itself  shall  die. 
 
 6  TIow  long,  dear  Savior,  0  how  long, 
 
 Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
 Fly  swifter  round  ye  wheels  of  time, 
 And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
 
484  Miscellaneous, 
 
 532  7s-  Bowrtng 
 
 1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 
 What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ; 
 Traveler  o'er  your  mountain  height, 
 
 See  that  glory  beaming  star! 
 Watchman  does  its  beautions  ray 
 
 Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fortell? 
 Traveler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 
 
 Promised  day  of  Israel. 
 
 2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 
 Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  : 
 Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
 
 Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends; 
 Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
 
 Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
 Traveler,  ages  are  its  own, 
 
 See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 
 8  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 
 For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
 Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
 
 Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
 Watchman  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 
 
 Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ; 
 Traveler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  has  come. 
 
 533  S.  M. 
 
 I  Quiet  weary  near  to  faint. 
 I,  my  sad  s'ate  deplore : 
 I  would  myself  with  God  acquaint, 
 But  'tis  not  in  my  power; 
 
Miscellaneous.  465 
 
 I  know  my  dangerous  state, 
 
 Still  carnal  sold  to  sin  , 
 Corrupt,  impure,  degenerate, 
 
 Have  ail  my  doings  been. 
 
 3  How  many  gracious  days 
 
 Have  I  misspent  and  lost, 
 Lov'd,  to  frequent  unholy  ways, 
 
 And  made  of  sin  my  boast; 
 Alas,  those  days  are  gone  ! 
 
 Those  golden  days  are  o'er, 
 The  gospel  that  so  lately  shown 
 
 Perhaps  may  shine  no  more. 
 
 3  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly, 
 
 If  God  has  me  forsook  ? 
 To  whom  shall  I  for  mercy  cry, 
 
 Or  where  for  refuge  look  ; 
 How  shall  I  meet  the  Lord, 
 
 Or  how  his  anger  bear, 
 When  I  shall  see  His  flaming  sword 
 
 And  banner  in  the  air? 
 
 v  When  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 
 The  dead  to  life  shall  come, 
 And  all  that  slumber  under  ground, 
 
 Arise  to  meet  their  doom  ; 
 "When  time  shall  have  an  end, 
 
 And  Jesus  in  a  cloud 
 Shall  with  his  angel  host  descend, 
 
 And  with  the  trump  of  God. 
 
486  Miscellaneous. 
 
 5  0.  Lord  my  crimes  forgive; 
 
 May  I  but  be  forgiven, 
 And  with  the  chosen  me  receive 
 
 When  Thou  shalt  come  from  heaven  \ 
 Spare  me,  in  mercy  spare, 
 
 Wash  me  and  make  me  clean, 
 And  lit  me  for  the  time  when  here 
 
 I  shall  no  more  be  seen. 
 
 534=  L-  M. 
 
 1  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, 
 
 2  "With  admiration  they  behold, 
 
 The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told ; 
 They   view  themselves  upon  the  shore 
 And  think  the  battle  is  all  o'er 
 
 3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pair*., 
 And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  ; 
 They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
 And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 
 
 4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
 And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring — 
 Ring  with  melodious  joyful  sound, 
 Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 
 
 /   But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
 Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel, 
 
Miscellaneous.  487 
 
 They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
 They're  filled  with  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 
 
 6  O  foolish  child,  why  dost  thou  boast 
 In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast, 
 Why  didst  thou  think  to  fly  away, 
 Before  thou  leavest  this  feeble  clay  ? 
 
 7  Come,  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field, 
 Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield, 
 Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
 And  soon  the  victory  you  shall  win. 
 
 535  C  M.  Kent. 
 
 1  Ye  sinsick  souls  dismiss  your  fears ; 
 
 The  halt,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
 Come  touch  the  garments  Jesus  wear?—* 
 There's  healing  in  the  same. 
 
 2  Till  sick  of  every  other  way, 
 
 You'll  ne'er  to  Jesus  go  ; 
 Whose  words  eternal  life  convey, 
 Whose  wounds  with  pardon  flow. 
 
 B  Surrounded  with  ten  thousand  cares, 
 And  sad  beyond  degree, 
 Yet  in  this  garment  Jesus  wears 
 There's  healing  still  for  thee 
 
 4  Come  stretch  the  withered  hand  to-day, 
 For  Christ  is  passing  by; 
 The  case  admits  of  no  delay, 
 Unless  ye  touch  ye  die. 
 
<f88  Miscellaneous. 
 
 5  Could  Jordan's  stream  at  once  remove 
 
 Naaman's  foul  disease  ? 
 Far  greater  virtue  sinners  prove 
 In  Christ  the  Prince  of  Peace. 
 
 6  One  touch  of  this  celestial  robe 
 
 Speaks  pardon  through  the  soul, 
 When  sins  more  ponderous  than  the  globe 
 Across  the  conscience  roll. 
 
 6  Through  every  crowd  to  Jesus  press 
 When  sin  torments  thy  mind ; 
 Peace  pard'ning  blood  and  righteousness. 
 In  His  dear  name  you'll  find. 
 
 £53S  IOS-  IIS"  Wingtm* 
 
 1  Ye  tempted  and  tried  to  Jesus  draw  nigh. 
 He  suffered  and  died  your  wants  to  sup 
 
 m    ply ; 
 
 Trust  him,  for  salvation  you  need  not  to 
 
 grieve, 
 "  There's  no  condemnation  to  them  that 
 
 believe." 
 
 2  By  day  and  by  night  His  love  is  made 
 
 known — 
 It  is  His  delight  to  succor  His  own ; 
 He  will  have  compassion ;  then  why  should 
 
 you  grieve? 
 *  There's  no  condemnation  to  them  that 
 
 believe." 
 
Miscellaneous.  489 
 
 3  Though  Satan  will  seek  the  sheep  to  an- 
 noy. 
 
 The  helpless  and  weak  He  ne'er  shall 
 destroy ; 
 
 Christ  is  their  salvation,  and  strength  He 
 will  give, 
 
 "  There's  no  condemnation  to  them  that 
 believe." 
 
 537 
 
 1  There  is  a  happy  land, 
 
 Far,  far  away, 
 Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 
 
 Bright,  bright  as  day ; 
 O  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
 Worthy  is  our  Savior  King- 
 Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
 
 Praise,  praise  for  aye ! 
 
 2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 
 
 Come,  come  away ; 
 Why  will  you  doubting  stand — 
 
 Why  still  delay? 
 O,  we  shall  happy  be, 
 When  from  sin  aud  sorrow  free, 
 Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
 
 Blest,  blest  for  aye. 
 
 B  Bright  in  that  happy  land 
 Beams  every  eye ; 
 Kept  by  a  Father's  hand- 
 Love  can  not  die; 
 
490  Miscellaneous. 
 
 O,  then  to  glory  run, 
 Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
 And  bright  above  the  sun 
 We  reign  for  aye ! 
 
 538  L-  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell, 
 What  beauties  in  my  Savior  dwell, 
 Where  tie  is  gone,  they  fain  would  know, 
 That  they  may  seek  and  love  Him  too. 
 
 2  My  best  beloved  keeps  His  throne 
 On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
 But  He  descends  and  shows  His  face 
 In  the  young  gardens  of  His  grace. 
 
 3  In  vineyards  planted  by  His  hand, 
 Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand  ; 
 He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
 Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 
 
 4  He  has  engrossed  my  warmest  love — 
 No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move; 
 I  have  a  mansion  in  His  heart, 
 
 Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part 
 
 5  He  takes  my  soul  e'er  I'nr  aware, 
 And  shows  me  where  His  glories  are^ 
 No  chariot  of  Aminadab 
 
 The  heavenly  rapture  can  describe. 
 
Miscellaneous,  4Q» 
 
 6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 
 
 On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
 Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove 
 To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 
 
 S3S  L.  M.  Fawcctt, 
 
 1  When  God's  own  people  stand  in  need, 
 His  goodness  will  afford  supplies ; 
 Thus  when  Elijah  faints  for  bread, 
 
 A  raven  to  his  succor  flies. 
 
 2  At  God's  command  with  speedy  wings. 
 
 The  hungry  bird  resigns  its  prey ; 
 And  to  the  rev'rend  prophet  brings 
 The  needful  portion  day  by  day. 
 
 B  This  method  may  be  counted  strange 
 But  happy  was  Elijah's  lot ; 
 For  nature's  course  shall  sooner  change, 
 Than  God's  dear  children  be  forgot. 
 
 4  This  wonder  oft  has  been  renewed, 
 
 And  saints  by  sweet  experience  find 
 Their  evils  overruled  for  u:ood — 
 
 Their  foes  to  friendly  deeds  inclined. 
 
 5  Who  can  distrust  that  mighty  hand, 
 
 Which  rules  with  universal  sway; 
 Which  nature's  law  can  countermand, 
 Or  feed  us  by  a  bird  of  prey  ? 
 
192  Miscellantous. 
 
 B40  L-   M-  Duncan. 
 
 1  Exhalted  high  at  God's  right  hfand, 
 Nearer  the  Throne  than  Cherub's  stand. 
 "With  glory  crowned,  in  white  array, 
 My  wondering  soul  says  "who  are  they?" 
 
 2  These  are  the  saints  beloved  of  God, 
 Washed  are  their  robes  iu  Jesus'  blood; 
 More  spotless  than  the  purest  white, 
 They  shine  in  uncreated  light. 
 
 3  Brighter  than  angels,  lo!  they  shine, 
 Their  glories  great  and  all  divine; 
 Tell  me  their  origin,  and  say 
 
 Their  order  what,  and  whence  came  they  ) 
 
 4  Through  tribulation  great  they  came, 
 They  bore  the  cross  and  scorn'd  the  hharpe; 
 Within  the  living  blest, 
 
 In  God  they  dwell  and  on  Him  rest. 
 
 5  Hunger,  they  shall  ne'er  feel  again, 
 .Nor  burning  thirst  shall  they  sustain' 
 To  wells  of  living  water  led, 
 
 By  God  the  lamb  forever  fed. 
 
 S  Jesus,  the  Savior  is  their  theme  ; 
 They  sing  the  wonders  of  His  name; 
 To  Him  ascribing  power  and  grace, 
 Dominion  and  eternal  praise. 
 
Miscellaneous.  *q\ 
 
 54=1  7s-  L*i^f 
 
 1  Bremren.  I  am  come  again, 
 Let  us  join  to  pray  and  sing; 
 Joseph  lives,  and  Jesus  reigns- 
 Praise  him  in  the  highest  strains. 
 
 2  Many  days  and  years  have  past 
 Sirice  we  met  together  last ; 
 Yet  our  lives  do  still  remain , 
 Here  on  earth  Ave  meet  again. 
 
 3  .Many  of  our  friends  are  gone 
 To  their  long  eternal  home; 
 "We  are  waiting  here  below. 
 Soon  we  after  them  shall  go. 
 
 \  .Brethren,  tell  me  how  3-011  do  ; 
 Does  your  love  continue  true  ? 
 Are  you  waiting  for  your  King? 
 When  he  shall  return  again  ? 
 
 5  If  you  want  to  know  of  me, 
 How  I  am,  or  what  I  he ; 
 Here  I  am,  behold  who  will, 
 Sure  I  am  a  sinner  still. 
 
 6  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  lame, 
 All  unholy,  ail  unclean  ; 
 
 Worse  and  worse  myself  I  see, 
 Yet  the  Lord  remembers  me, 
 
 54:£J  78- 
 
 1   Parted  many  a  toil-spent  year, 
 Piedg'din  youth  to  memr'y  dear, 
 *3ti>i  to  friendship's  magnet  true, 
 
494  M '  nceUaneoua. 
 
 We  our  social  joys  renew; 
 Bound  by  love's  unsevered  cnavKk 
 Here  on  earth  we  meet  again. 
 
 2  But  our  bower,  sunk  by  decay, 
 Wasting  time  has  swept  away, 
 And  the  youthful  evergreen 
 Lopped  by  death,  no  more  is  seen; 
 Bleak  the  wind  sweeps  o'er  »foe  plail^ 
 While  here  in  age  we  meet  again. 
 
 3  Many  a  friend  we  used  to  greet 
 Here  on  earth  no  more  we  meet; 
 Oft  the  funeral  knell  has  rung ; 
 Many  a  heart  has  sorrow  stung 
 Since  we  parted  on  this  plain, 
 While  here  in  age  we  meet  again. 
 
 4  Worn  by  toil  and  spent  with  years, 
 Soon  w'ell  quit  this  vale  of  tears, 
 And  those  hoary  locks  be  laid 
 Low  in  cold  oblivion's  shade; 
 
 But  where  saints  and  angels  reign 
 We  all  hope  to  meet  again. 
 
 1  Come,  all  ye  people  of  every  nation 
 Come,  listen  awhile  and  I'll  relate 
 The  wonders  of  my  sad  condition 
 And  how  I  traveled  from  that  state. 
 
Miscellaneous.  495 
 
 2  I  was  born  blind,  to  sin  inclin'cl, 
 As  all  the  race  of  Adam  were  ; 
 Full  sixteen  years  I  was  delighted 
 In  civil  mirth,  and  void  of  fear, 
 
 3  One  time  I  chanced  to  go  to  meeting 
 And  heard  a  woman  relating  there 
 Her  travel  from  her  dreadful  station, 
 And  how  she  came  the  Lord  to  fear, 
 
 4  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. 
 
 5  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 
 
 6  One  night,  while  thinking  on  the  Savior, 
 And  what  He'd  done  for  sinful  man, 
 
 I  thought  myself  was  out  of  favor, 
 And  ne'er  His  goodness  should  obtain. 
 
 7  Mount  Sinai's  thunder  roar'd  against  me, 
 Not  only  for  my  outward  sin, 
 
 But  in  my  heart  I  saw  a  fountain 
 Which  made  my  actions  all  unclean. 
 
 8  While  thus  I  viewed  the  smoking  moun- 
 
 tain, 
 These  words,  witn  power,  came  unto  me: 
 
49 
 
 AJ '  iscelianeous* 
 
 Sure  Christ  remembers  Calvary's  fountain, 
 .Nor  lets  His  saints  forgetful  be. 
 
 9  Oh,  then  by  faith  I  felt  I  saw  Him, 
 As  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree, 
 Oh,  then  my  soul  was  much  uplifted, 
 I  then  believed  He  died,  for  me. 
 
 10  Come,  christians,  join  with  me  in  praising 
 The  blessed  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  Him  while  I'm  living, 
 And  after  death,  eternally. 
 
 54:4  CM.  Doddridgt. 
 
 1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes — 
 
 And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
 Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
 That  shows  salvation  nigh. 
 
 2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
 
 Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
 Then  welcome,  each  declining  day, 
 And  each  revolving  year. 
 
 3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 
 
 Not  many  mornings  rise, 
 Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
 To  our  admiring  eyes. 
 
 4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course. 
 
 Ye  mortal  pow'rs,  decay  ; 
 Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
 Ye  bring  eternal  day. 
 
Mhcellaneoux  ^q 
 
 5-^5  C.  M. 
 
 1  The  time  is  swiftly  rolling  on, 
 
 When  I  must  faint  and  die ; 
 My  body  to  the  dust  return 
 And  there  forgotten  lie. 
 
 2  Let  persecution  rage  around, 
 
 And  anti-christ  appear, 
 My  silent  dust,  beneath  the  ground, 
 Will  no  disturbance  hear. 
 
 £  Through  heat  and  cold  I've  often  went, 
 Through  sorrow  and  distress, 
 To  call  poor  sinners  to  repent, 
 And  seek  the  Savior's  face. 
 
 4  My  brother  preachers,  boldly  speak, 
 
 And  stand  on  Zion's  wall, 
 T*  revive  the  strong,  confirm  the  weak, 
 And  after  sinners  call. 
 
 5  My  brother  preac*  ers  fare  you  well, 
 
 Your  fellowship  I  love; 
 In  time  no  more  I  shall  you  see, 
 But  soon  we'll  meet  above. 
 
 6  My  little  children  near  my  heart, 
 
 And  nature  seems  to  bind; 
 
 It  grieves  me  sorely  to  depart, 
 
 A.nd  leave  you  all  behind. 
 
|q8  Miscellaneous. 
 
 7  O  Lord,  a  father  to  them  be, 
 
 And  keep  them  from  all  harm ; 
 That  they  may  love  and  worship  Thee 
 And  dwell  upon  Thy  charms. 
 
 8  My  loving  wife,  my  bosom  friend, 
 
 The  object  of  my  Jove, 
 The  time's  been  sweet  I've  spent  with  "r^ft 
 My  sweet  and  harmless  dove. 
 
 9  My  loving  wife,  don't  grieve  for  me, 
 
 Neither  lament  nor  mourn, 
 For  I  shall  with  my  Jesus  be, 
 When  you  are  left  alone. 
 
 10  How  often  have  you  looked  for  me, 
 
 And  oft  times  seen  me  come; 
 But  now  I  must  depart  from  thee 
 And  never  more  return. 
 
 11  For  I  can  never  come  to  thee, 
 
 Let  not  this  grieve  your  heart; 
 For  you  will  shortly  come  to  me, 
 Where  we  shall  never  part. 
 
 546  L-  M. 
 
 1  'Tis  my  desire  with  God  to  walk, 
 
 And  with  His  children  pray  and  talk; 
 Although  I  persecuted  be, 
 
 Yet  Jesus  suffered  so  for  me. 
 
Miscellaneous.  499 
 
 2  "lis  my  desire  above  the  rest, 
 
 To  lean  my  head  on  Jesus'  breast; 
 
 To  be  baptized,  like  Christ,  my  King, 
 
 And  yield  to  Him  in  every  thing, 
 
 3  'Tis  my  desire,  around  the  board 
 
 To  meet  Thy  saints,  my  dearest  Lord; 
 In  union  with  Thy  saints  to  be, 
 
 And  oft  commune  with  them  and  Thee. 
 
 4  'Tis  my  desire  His  saints  to  meet, 
 
 To  wash  the  dear  disciples'  feet ; 
 And  serve  them,  as  my  dearest  Lord 
 Has  taught  me  in  His  blessed  word. 
 
 54=7 
 
 1  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
 Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
 Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
 
 Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
 Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go, 
 Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 
 
 2  Friends  fo  idly  cherished  have  passed  on 
 
 before ; 
 Waiting,  they   watch  me  approaching  the 
 
 shore ; 
 Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 
 
 gloom, 
 
£00  Miscellaneous. 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
 
 Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 
 
 Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear; 
 Rings   with  the    harmony,    heaven's  high 
 
 dome, 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
 
 3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war,  lay  me 
 
 low  ; 
 Strike,  King  of  Terrors,  I.  fear  not  the  blow ; 
 Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 
 
 Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
 Death  shall  be  banished,   his  scepter  be 
 gone  ; 
 Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 
 
 548  IIS- 
 
 1  Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my 
 
 dear  Lord, 
 [  pray  give  attention  and  list  to  my  word : 
 What  a  wonder  of  mercy  !    behold  now  1 
 
 see 
 What  a  tender,  kind  Savior  has  done  for 
 
 poor  me. 
 
 2  I  was  led  by  the  devil,  till,  lost  and  dis- 
 
 tressed, 
 1  thought  that  in  torment  I  soon  should  be 
 
 cast; 
 
Miscellaneous.  501 
 
 No  peace  to  the  wicked,  but  all  misery, 
 Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for 
 me. 
 
 3  "  0,  sinners,"  said  Jesus,  "  for  you  I  have 
 
 died  ;" 
 All  glory  to  Jesus  my  soul  then  replied  ; 
 The  guilt  was  removed,  my  soul  did  rejoice, 
 The  blood  was  applied,  the  witnessing  voice. 
 
 4  On  my  bended  knees  before  God  I  did 
 
 fall; 
 
 All  glory  to  Jesus  for  He's  all-in-all  I 
 
 The  heart  of  this  rebel  was  bursted  in  tw^,in, 
 
 To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 
 
 5  There   was   peace   now   in   heaven,    and 
 
 peace  upon  earth  ; 
 
 The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth  ; 
 
 "  Your  sins  are  forgiven,"  my  Savior  did 
 say, 
 
 0,  witness,  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth- 
 day. 
 
 6  My   soul   it   was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the 
 
 ground ; 
 The   time  of   refreshing  at  length   I  have 
 
 found  ; 
 0,  Lord,  Thou  hast  ravished  my  soul  with 
 
 Thy  charms, 
 Let  me  die,  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  i*" 
 
 my  arms. 
 
502  Miscellaneous. 
 
 54:9  8s.  71. 
 
 1  When  I  was  young,  of  tender  years, 
 
 My  Savior  did  invite  me ; 
 I  then  was  filled  with  many  fears, 
 
 But  Satan  still  did  blind  me. 
 He  told  me  that  I  was  too  young 
 
 To  leave  my  earthly  pleasure ; 
 That  I  mio-ht  live  till  I  was  old, 
 
 And  serve  God  at  my  leisure. 
 
 2  At  length  the  Spirit  came  one  day 
 
 And  strove  with  mighty  power, 
 Which  caused  me  to  iorsake  my  way 
 
 And  tremble  every  hour; 
 Which  caused  me  to  weep  and  mourn, 
 
 Saying,  Lord  Jesus  save  me, 
 If  mercy  Thou  canst  me  afford, 
 
 And  to  Thy  glory  raise  me. 
 
 3  When  Jesus  heard  the  rebel  cry- 
 
 He  sent  His  kind  compassion; 
 Down  at  His  feet  my  soul  did  lie, 
 
 There  pleading  for  a  blessing. 
 My  heart  was  filled  with  tenderness, 
 
 My  mouth  was  filled  with  praises, 
 While  Abba,  Father.  I  did  cry, 
 
 And  glory  to  my  Savior. 
 
 1  Young  people  all,  in  blooming  days, 
 Hear  what  your  Lord  and  Savior  says: 
 Now  is  the  time  to  seek  My  face, 
 And  to  receive  My  gospel  grace. 
 
Miscellaneous.  503 
 
 *l  Come,  you  that  mourn,  lament  and  weep, 
 Who  long  to  be  among  My  sheep  ; 
 'Tis  My  delight  to  set  you  free 
 From  sin  and  death  and  misery, 
 
 3  Poor  broken  hearts,  why  do  you  mourn, 
 Like,  to  some  lonesome  dove,  forlorn! 
 
 I  am  your  Savior,  come,  rejoice, 
 I  bore  your  sins  upon  the  cross. 
 
 4  Forsake  this  world  and  all  its  fame, 
 Take  up  the  cross,  despise  the  shame, 
 And  now  pursue  the  living  way 
 That  leads  to  everlasting  day. 
 
 551  iIS- 
 
 1  I'm  a  little  scholar,  I  daily  go  to  school, 
 To  learn  of  Master  Jesus,  his  perfect,  holy 
 
 rule ; 
 The  scholars  all  do  love  Him,  He  is  so  kind 
 
 and  free; 
 Come  all  ye  careless  sinners,  and  go  to  school 
 
 with  me. 
 
 2  I   am  a  little   christian,  the   Lord  hath 
 
 made  me  so, 
 All  o'er  a  new  creature,  what  wonders  can 
 
 He  do ; 
 I  love  the  things  I  hated,  I  hate  the  things 
 
 I  loved ; 
 My  Master  is  preparing  me,  tc    reign  with 
 Him  above. 
 
504  Miscellaneous. 
 
 3  I  am  a  little  preacher,  I  preach  the  /;ospeit 
 
 free, 
 
 "Whate'er  my  Master  gives  me,  I  give  it  all 
 away; 
 
 And  when  my  heart  is  empty,  I  go  to  Mas- 
 ter's store ; 
 
 He  smiles  in  love  upon  me,  and  gives  me  all 
 the  more. 
 
 4  I  am  a  little  poet,  I  wrote  this  little  song, 
 And  oft'times  it  doth  cheer  me,  when  I  am 
 
 all  alone; 
 And  if  there  is  another,  who   would  wish 
 
 to  learn  the  same, 
 I  pray  the  Lord  to  set  their  souls,  all  in  a 
 
 heavenly  flame. 
 
 552  L-  M.  Watt* 
 
 1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
 
 The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
 So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
 To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine 
 
 2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
 
 The  honors  of  our  Savior  God  ; 
 When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
 And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 
 
 3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied — 
 
 Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
 Whilejustice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
 Our  inward  piety  approve. 
 
Miscellaneous.  505 
 
 I  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
 
 While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
 The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
 And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 
 
 653 
 
 1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
 That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
 
 And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne, 
 Mako  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
 In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
 My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
 And  ott  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
 By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
 
 2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
 Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 
 
 To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 
 Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
 
 And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face, 
 Believe  His  word  and  trust  His  grace, 
 I'll  cast  on  Him  my  every  care, 
 And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
 
 3  Sweethour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
 May  I  thy  consolation  share; 
 
 Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
 I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight. 
 
 This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 
 To  seize  the  everlasting  prize, 
 And  shout  while  passing  through  the  air, 
 Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
 
506  Miscellaneous. 
 
 554  p.  m. 
 
 1.  What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O,  my  soul? 
 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this  that  caused  the 
 
 Lord  or'  bliss 
 To  bear  the  dreadful  curse  for  my  soul  ? 
 
 2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  sinking  down, 
 When  I  was  sinking  down  beneath  God's 
 
 righteous  frown, 
 Christ  laid  aside  His  crown  for  my  soul. 
 
 8  Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  bear  the  news, 
 Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly,  like  comets  through 
 
 the  sky, 
 Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news. 
 
 4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  shit,, 
 
 To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  and  to  the  Great 
 
 I  am, 
 While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing. 
 
 5  Ye  sons  of  Zion's  King,  join  the  praise, 
 Ye  son's  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and 
 
 vcices  sing, 
 And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  His  praise. 
 
 555 
 
 1  Come,  all  you  young  people,  of  every  rela- 
 tion, 
 Come  listen  awhile,  and  to  you  I  will  tell 
 How  I  was  first  called  to  seek  tor  salvation 
 In  Jesus'  blood,  that  redeemed  me  from  hell 
 
Miscellaneous.  507 
 
 2  i  was  not  past  sixteen  when  I  was  first 
 
 called 
 To  think  of  my  soul  and  the  state  it  was  in  ; 
 I  saw  I  was  standing  at  a  distance   from 
 
 Jesus; 
 Betwixt  Him  and  me  was  a  mountain    of 
 
 sin. 
 
 3  The  devil  perceived  that  I  was  convinced, 
 He  strove  to  persuade  me  that  I  was  too 
 
 young; 
 He    said   I'd  get  wearied  before   my    day 
 
 ended, 
 And  wish  that  I  had  not  so  early  begun. 
 
 4  Sometimes  he'd  persuade  me  that  Jesus 
 
 was  partial 
 When  He  was  a-setting  of  poor  sinners  free; 
 That  I  was  forgotten,  and  left  out  like  Esau, 
 And  there  was  no  mercy  at  all  for  poor  me 
 
 5  But  while  I  was  mourning  in  sad  lament- 
 
 ation, 
 My  soul  overwhelmed  in  sorrow  and  grief, 
 He  drew  near  in  mercy,  looked  on  me  in 
 
 pity, 
 He  pardoned  my  sins  and  gave  me  relief. 
 
 6  And  now  I've  found  favor  with  my  dear 
 
 Savior, 
 And  all  His  commands  I  am  bound  to  obey; 
 
508  Miscellaneous. 
 
 I  l:rust  He  will  save  me  from  all   satan's 
 
 power, 
 "Till  He  shall  see  cause  to  call  me  away. 
 
 7  All  glory  to  Jesus,  His  love's  not  confined 
 To  princes  nor  people  of  noble  degree; 
 His  mercy  is  boundless  to  all  human  kind; 
 And  none  of  the  poor  sent  empty  away. 
 
 8  He  died  for  poor  sinners;  if  I  can't  per- 
 
 suade you 
 To  leave  off  your  folly  and  gj  with  a  friend. 
 I  will  follow  my  Savior  id    vvnjm   I  iouno 
 
 favor; 
 All  my  days,  to  His  gWy  I  am  bound  fct 
 
 to  spend. 
 
 55S  C.  fh. 
 
 1  Mu^t  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
 
 And  all  the  world  go  free? 
 "No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
 And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 
 
 2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
 
 Who  once  went  sorrowing  herej 
 But  now  they  taste  unmingled  lovov 
 And  joy  without  a  tear. 
 
 8  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 
 Till  death  shall  het  me  free, 
 And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
 For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 
 
Miscellaneous.  50  * 
 
 4  Opon  the  crystal  pavement  down 
 
 At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
 Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
 And  His  dear  name  repeat. 
 
 5  And  palm's  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall 
 
 ring 
 Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 
 The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing 
 That  lives  no  more  to  die. 
 
 6  Oh,  precious  cross  !    Oh,  glorious  crown  ! 
 
 Oh,  resurrection  day! 
 Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down 
 And  bear  my  soul  away. 
 
 557  L-  M. 
 
 1  'Tis  midnight !  and  on  Olive's  brow 
 
 The  star  is  dimmed  that  lofty  shone  ; 
 'Tis  midnight !  in  the  garden  now 
 The  suffering  Savior  prays  alone 
 
 2  'Tis  midnight !  and  from  all  removed, 
 
 Emmanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears; 
 E'en  the  disciple  that  He  loved, 
 
 Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tear? 
 
 8  'Tis  midnight !  and  for  other's  guilt, 
 The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood. 
 \ret  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
 Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 
 
glO  Misceiianeous. 
 
 4  'Tis  midnight !  from  the  heavenly  plam* 
 Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  3 
 Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
 That  swoetly  soothe  the  Savior's  wos* 
 
 558  C.  M. 
 
 1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below ; 
 
 How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ; 
 Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
 And  every  sweet  a  snare. 
 
 2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
 
 Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
 We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
 Where  we  possess  delight. 
 
 3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 
 
 The  partners  of  our  blood, 
 How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds. 
 And  leave  but  half  for  God. 
 
 4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
 
 How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ; 
 Thither  the  warm  affections  move. 
 Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
 
 5  Dear  Savior,  let  Thy  beauties  be 
 
 My  soul's  eternal  food; 
 And  grace  command  my  heart  away. 
 From  all  created  good. 
 
Miscellaneous.  £ii 
 
 559  8s- 6s- 
 
 1  Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
 
 Lie  just  before  my  eye. 
 Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove 
 
 I'd  to  those  regions  fly. 
 I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain— 
 
 With  joy  outstrip  the  wind; 
 I'd  cross  death's  cold  and  stormy  main, 
 
 And  leave  the  world  behind. 
 
 2  While  I'm  in  prison  here  below, 
 
 In  anguish,  pain  and  smart, 
 Ofttimes  those  troubles  I  forego 
 
 When  love  surrounds  my  heart. 
 Tn  darkest  shadows  of  the  night 
 
 Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky  ; 
 I  there  behold  my  heart's  delight, 
 
 And  would  rejoice  to  die. 
 
 3  I  view  the  monster  death  and  smile, 
 
 Now  he  has  lost  his  sting; 
 Though  satan  rages  all  the  while 
 
 I  still  the  triumph  sing; 
 I  hold  my  Savior  in  my  arms, 
 
 And  will  not  let  Him  go  ; 
 I'm  so  delighted  with  His  charms 
 
 No  other  good  I  know. 
 
 4  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  moat, 
 
 My  trials  will  be  o'er; 
 I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 
 On  that  eternal  shore ; 
 
2  M^cellaneous. 
 
 My  raptured  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 
 
 In  love's  unbounded  sea ; 
 The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 
 
 Is  ravishing  to  me. 
 
 0,  come,  my  Savior,  come  away, 
 And  bear  me  through  the  sky, 
 
 Nor  let  Thy  chariot  wheels  delay- 
 Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh  ; 
 
 I  hope  to  see  Thy  glorious  face 
 And  in  Thy  image  shine, 
 
 To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 
 And  be  forever  Thine. 
 
 560  L-  M- 
 
 1  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home  j 
 
 My  Savior  smiles  and  bids  me  come; 
 Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 
 To  siug  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 
 
 2  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die ; 
 
 From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fl>* 
 Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
 Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 
 
 3  I'll  praise  my  Master  while  I've  breath, 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  Him  after  death  ; 
 I  hope  to  praise  Him  when  I  die, 
 And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly> 
 
Miscellaneous.  513 
 
 4  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
 
 And  in  His  arms  I'll  lose  my  hreath ; 
 And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 5  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
 
 Awake,  ye  nations  underground  I 
 Arise,  and  dropyour  dying  shrouds, 
 And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 
 
 6  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
 
 And  praise  Him  in  His  bright  abode  ; 
 My  theme  in  blest  eternity, 
 Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 
 
 561  L-  M. 
 
 1  There  was  an  hour  when  Christ  rejoiced, 
 
 And  spoke  His  joy  in  words  of  praise; 
 Father,  I  thank  Thee,  xiiighty  God, 
 Lord  of  the  heavens  and  earth  and  seas. 
 
 2  I  thank  Thy  sovereign  power  and  love, 
 
 That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  success  ; 
 And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
 The  hights,  and  breadths  and    lengths 
 of  grace. 
 
 3  But  all  this  glory  lies  concealed 
 
 From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might; 
 The  prince  of  darkness  blinds  their  eyes, 
 A.nd   their  own  pride  resists  the  light. 
 17 
 
514  Miscellaneous. 
 
 4  Father,  His  thus,  because  Thy  will 
 
 Chose  and  ordained  it  should  be  so  ; 
 'Tis  Thy  delight  t'  abase  the  proud, 
 And  lay  the  haughty  scorner  low. 
 
 5  There's  none  can  know  the  Father's  right 
 
 But  those  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 
 Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  received, 
 
 But  where    the    Father  makes    Him 
 known. 
 
 8  Then  let  our  souls  adore  our  God, 
 
 Who  deals  His  graces  as  He  please; 
 Nor  cive  to  mortals  an  account 
 Of  xxis  actions  or  decrees. 
 
 562  us. 
 
 1  Though  faint,  yet  oursuing  we  go  on  our 
 
 way; 
 The  Lord  is  our  leader,  His  word  is  our  stay ; 
 Though  suftering  and  sorrow,  and  trial  b« 
 
 near, 
 The  Lord  is  our  rufuge  and  whom  can  we 
 
 fear  ? 
 
 2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint, 
 The  weak  and  oppressed,  He  will  hear  their 
 
 complaint, 
 The  way  may  be  weary  and  thorny  the  road, 
 But  how  can  we  lalter,  our  help  is  in  God. 
 
MisceClaneous.  515 
 
 1  Pass  me  not,  0  gentle  Savior, 
 
 Hear  my  humble  cry, 
 While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
 Do  not  pass  me  by. 
 Chorus:  Savior,  Savior,  hear  my  humble  cry, 
 While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
 Do  not  pass  me  by. 
 
 2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 
 
 Find  a  sweet  relief; 
 Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
 Help  my  unbelief. 
 
 3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merit 
 
 Would  I  seek  Thy  face ; 
 Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
 Sa<ve  me  by  Thy  grace. 
 
 4  Thou,  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 
 
 More  than  life  to  me; 
 Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  Thee ! 
 Whom  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 
 
 5S4:  L.  M.  Watt*. 
 
 1  God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints, 
 
 When  storms  of  *harp  distress  invade; 
 Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
 
 Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 
 
£l6  Miscellaneous. 
 
 2  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 
 
 In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
 While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
 
 Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 
 
 3  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
 
 Supplies  the  city  of  our  God; 
 Life,  love  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
 And  watering  our  divine  abode. 
 
 4  That  sacred  stream  Thine  holy  word, 
 
 Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls; 
 Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  aiford, 
 
 And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 
 
 5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
 
 Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
 .Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
 
 Built  on   His   truth  and   armed  with 
 power. 
 
 5S5  L-  M.  Kent 
 
 1  On  Zion's  glorious  summit  stood 
 A  numerous  host,  redeemed  by  blood; 
 They  hymned  their  King  in  strains  divine — 
 
 1  heard  their  song  and  strove  to  join. 
 
 2  Here  all  who  suffered  sword  and  flame 
 For  truth  or  Jesus'  holy  name 
 
 Shout  victory  now,  and  hail  the  Lamb, 
 And  bow  before  the  great  I  am. 
 
Miscellaneous.'  ftf 
 
 3  While  everlasting  ages  roll 
 Eternal  love  shall  least  their  soul, 
 And  scenes  of  bliss  forever  new 
 Rise  in  succession  to  their  view, 
 
 4  O,  sweet  employ!  to  sing  and  trace 
 Th'  amazing  hights  and  depths  of  grace/ 
 And  dwell  from  sin  and  sorrow  free 
 
 In  blissful  vast  eternity. 
 
 5  O,  what  a  sweet,  exalted  song — 
 When  every  tribe  and  every  tongue, 
 Redeemed  by  blood,  with  Christ  appear, 
 And  join  in  one  full  chorus  there. 
 
 6  My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
 
 Would  stretch  her  wings  and  soar  away, 
 To  aid  the  song,  a  palm  to  bear, 
 And  bow  the  chief  of  sinners  there. 
 
 566  C.  M. 
 
 1  If  duty  calls,  and  suffering,  too, 
 
 My  Lord !  I'd  follow  Thee ; 
 As  Thou  hast  done  so  would  I  do; 
 As  Thou  art,  would  I  be. 
 
 2  With  zeal  inflamed,  'twas  Thy  delight 
 
 To  do  Thy  Father's  will; 
 May  the  same  zeal  my  soul  excite 
 Thy  precepts  to  fulfill. 
 
518  Miscellaneous, 
 
 3  Meekness,  humility  and  love, 
 
 Did  through  Thy  conduct  shine ; 
 Oh,  may  my  whole  deportment  prove, 
 A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 
 
 4  Depending  on  Thy  sovereign  grace, 
 
 I'll  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
 With  willing  mind,  Thy  footsteps  trace, 
 And  climb  to  Thine  abode. 
 
 567 
 
 1  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 
 
 Kemains  for  me  to  do ; 
 
 Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all — 
 
 Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 
 
 2  When  He  from  His  lofty  throne, 
 
 Stooped  down  to  do  and  die, 
 Everything  was  fully  done; 
 Yes,  "finished,"  was  His  cry. 
 
 3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
 
 O,  Wherefore  toil  you  so? 
 Cease  your  "doing ;"  all  was  done, 
 Yes,  ages  long  ago. 
 
 $  Till  to  Jesus,  work  you  cling, 
 Alone  by  simple  faith, 
 "Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing, 
 All  "doing"  ends  in  death. 
 
Miscellaneous  519 
 
 5   Cast  your  deadly  "doing"  down, 
 Down,  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
 Stand  in  Him — in  Him  alone, 
 All  glorious  and  complete. 
 
 563  S.  M.  Watts, 
 
 V   My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
 This  joy  to  call  Thee  mine; 
 And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
 To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 
 
 2   For  life  without  Thy  love, 
 No  relief  can  afford; 
 No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this — 
 To  serve  and  praise  the  Lord. 
 
 %  In  wakeful  hours  of  the  night, 
 I  call  my  God  to  mind, 
 I  think  how  wise  ^hy  councils  are, 
 And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 
 
 4  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 
 To  Thee  my  spirit  flies, 
 And  on  Thy  watchful  providence, 
 My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
 
 fi  The  shadow  of  Thy  wingp, 
 My  soul  in  safety  keep, 
 I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
 And  He  supports  my  steps. 
 
£20  Miscellaneous. 
 
 569  C.  M. 
 
 1  O,  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flow^ 
 
 I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
 In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 2  Whene'er  on  my  poor  burdened  heait 
 
 My  sins  lie  heavily  ; 
 My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
 In  love  remember  me. 
 
 3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way 
 
 To  shake  my  faith  in  Thee ; 
 O,  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
 For  good  remember  me. 
 
 4  When  in  desertion's  dismal  night, 
 
 Thy  face  I  can  not  see, 
 Then,  Lord,  arise  with  glorious  light, 
 And  still  remember  me. 
 
 5  The  hour  is  near — consigned  to  death, 
 
 I  own  Thy  just  decree; 
 Savior,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
 I'll  cry,  remember  me. 
 
 570  C.  M. 
 
 1  Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
 Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men, 
 In  Christ  the  Savior  hath  declared, 
 Ye  must  be  born  again. 
 
Miscellaneous.  5*. 
 
 %  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  oi*  blood, 
 The  sinner's  boast  is  vain ; 
 Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God : 
 Ye  must  be  born  again. 
 
 3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved — 
 
 The  heart's  a  sink  of  sin ; 
 Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved  \ 
 Ye  must  be  born  again. 
 
 4  Spirit  of  life,  Thy  grace  impart, 
 
 And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
 Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  every  heart, 
 That  we  are  born  again. 
 
 6  Dear  Savior,  let  us  now  begin 
 To  trust  and  love  Thy  word, 
 And  by  forsaking  every  sin, 
 Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 
 
 571  S.  M.  Vanmett 
 
 1  Behold  what  wondrous  love 
 The  Father  hath  bestowed 
 Upon  us  sinners,  that  we  should 
 Be  called  the  sons  of  God. 
 
 \  It  doth  not  yet  appear, 
 
 How  great  the  saints  shall  be; 
 But  whe.i  the  archangel's  trump  we  hear,, 
 We  shall  our  Savior  see. 
 
 %  Then  shall  we  all  awake, 
 
 And  in  His  likeness  shine; 
 
522  Miscellaneous. 
 
 Be  satisfied  when  we  partake 
 Of  glories  so  divine. 
 
 4  These  bodies  that  are  sown 
 
 In  weakness,  He  shall  raise 
 In  power,  and  fashion  like  His  own, 
 And  we  shall  sing  His  praise. 
 
 5  Enough,  my  soul  replies, 
 
 His  goodness  I'll  adore; 
 Since  I  shall  in  His  likeness  rise, 
 I  can  desire  no  more. 
 
 B72  L.  M. 
 
 1  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 
 
 This  may  distress  the  worldlings  mind 
 But  should  not  cost  the  saints  a  tear, 
 Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 
 
 2  We've  no  abiding  city  here- 
 
 Sad  truth  were  this  to  be  our  home; 
 But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
 We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come. 
 
 3  We've  no  abiding  city  here — 
 
 Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 
 
 Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear. 
 
 But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
 
 4  We've  no  abiding  city  here — 
 
 We  seek  a  citv  out  of  sight; 
 Zion  its  name — we'll  soon  be  there—* 
 .It  shines  with  everlasting:   ,'io-ht. 
 
Miscellaneous.  533 
 
 5  Zion — Jehovah  is  her  strength; 
 
 Secure  she  smiles  at  all  her  foes; 
 And  weary  travelers  at  length 
 Within  her  sacred  walls  repose. 
 
 6  O,  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
 
 Where  p'lgrims  freed  from  toil,  are  blest; 
 Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
 I'd  fly  to  Thee  and  be  at  rest. 
 
 7  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine, 
 
 The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best; 
 While  here  to  do  His  will  be  mine, 
 And  His    to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 
 
 f573  7s- 
 
 ).  Holy  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb, 
 
 Thine,  and  only  Thine,  I  am ; 
 
 Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul, 
 
 Only  Thou  possess  the  whole. 
 
 2  Thou  my  dearest  object  be, 
 Let  me  ever  cleave  to  Thee  ; 
 Let  me  choose  the  better  part, 
 Let  me  give  Thee  all  my  heart. 
 
 3  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below? 
 Only  Thee  I  wish  to  know; 
 Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee? 
 Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 
 
 4  All  my  treasure  is  above; 
 My  best  portion  is  Thy  love; 
 Who  the  worth  of  love  can  tell, 
 Infinite,  unsearchable? 
 
524  Miscellaneous. 
 
 5  Nothing  else  may  I  require, 
 Let  me  Thee  alone  desire; 
 Pleased  with  what  Thy  love  provides, 
 Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 
 
 574=  C.  M. 
 
 1  Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 
 
 Returning  whence  it  came; 
 Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
 And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 
 
 2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 
 
 And  soothes  the  troubled  breast; 
 Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
 And  to  the  weary  rest. 
 
 3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 
 
 He  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 
 To  Him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 
 And  beauty  in  a  tear. 
 
 4  The  humble  suppliant  can  not  fail 
 
 To  have  his  wants  supplied, 
 
 Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes, 
 
 Who  once  for  sinners  died. 
 
 575  L-  M. 
 
 1  The  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  can  tell; 
 'Twill  do  to  buy,  but  not  to  sell; 
 A  large  estate  that  soul  has  got 
 Who  buys  the  truth  and  sells  it  not 
 
Miscellaneous.  525 
 
 2  Truth,  like  a  diamond,  shines  most  fair; 
 More  rich  than  pearls  and  rubies  are; 
 More  rich  than  gold  or  silver  coin; 
 
 O,  may  it  always  on  us  shine! 
 
 3  'Tis  truth  that  binds,  and  truth  makes  free, 
 And  sets  the  souls  at  liberty 
 
 From  sin  and  satan's  heavy  chain, 
 And  then  within  the  heart  doth  reign. 
 
 4  A  freedom  they  enjoy  indeed 
 That  doth  all  freedom  else  exceed; 
 Freedom  from  guilt,  freedom  from  woe, 
 And  never  more  shall  bondage  know. 
 
 ft  O,  happy  they  who  in  their  youth 
 
 Are  brought  to  know  and  love  the  truth; 
 For  none  but  those  whom  truth  makes  free 
 Can  e'er  enjoy  true  liberty. 
 
 6  Truth,  like  a  girdle,  let  us  wear, 
 And  always  keep  it  clean  and  fair; 
 And  never  let  it  once  be  told 
 That  truth  by  us  was  ever  sold 
 
 F57S 
 
 1   I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  full  oi 
 
 sin, 
 My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty,  my  heart  is  dead 
 
 within; 
 I  need  the    cleansing    fountain,    where    I    can 
 
 always  flee — 
 The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious,  the  sinner's 
 
 only  plea. 
 T  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee. 
 
526  Miscellaneous. 
 
 2  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  very 
 
 poor, 
 A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim,  I  have  no  earth!) 
 
 store, 
 I  need  the  love  of  Jesus  to  cheer  me  on  my 
 
 way, 
 To   guide     ny   doubting    footsteps,  to   be  my 
 
 strength  and  stay. 
 I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee. 
 
 3  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  I  need  a  friend 
 
 like  Thee; 
 A  friend  to  soothe  and  sympathize,  a  friend  t« 
 
 care  for  me; 
 1  need  the  heart  of  Jesus,  to  feel  each  anxious 
 
 care, 
 To  tell  my  every  trouble,  and  all  my  sorrows 
 
 share. 
 I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee. 
 
 4  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus,  for  I  am  ver) 
 
 blind; 
 A  weak  and  foolish  wanderer,  with  dark  and 
 
 evil  mind; 
 I  need  Thy   cheering   presence    to  tread   the 
 
 thorny  road, 
 To  guide  me  safe  to  glory,  to  bring  me  home 
 
 to  God. 
 I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee,  I  need  Thee. 
 
Miscellaneous.  527 
 
 577  P.  M.  7s.  6s. 
 
 1  Time  is  winging  us  away 
 
 To  our  eternal  home; 
 Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 
 
 A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
 Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 
 
 Blooming  beauty  loose  its  charms; 
 All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 
 
 Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 
 
 2  Time  is  winging  us  away 
 
 To  our  eternal  home; 
 Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 
 
 A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
 But  the  christian  shall  enjoy 
 
 Health  and  beauty  soon  above; 
 Far  beyond  the  world's  aloy, 
 
 Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 
 
 578  8s. 
 
 1  The  angels  that  watched  round  the  tomb 
 
 Where,  lo!  the  Redeemer  was  laid; 
 When  deep  in  mortality's  gloom, 
 He  hid  for  a  season  His  head. 
 
 2  That  veiled  their  face  while  He  slept, 
 
 And  ceased  their  sweet  harps  to  employ, 
 Have  witnessed  His  rising,  and  swept 
 The  chords  with  the  triumph  of  joy. 
 
 3  You  saints  who  once  languished  below, 
 
 But  long  since  have  entered  your  rest, 
 I  pant  to  be  glorified,  too, 
 To  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast. 
 
528  idisceltaneous. 
 
 4  The  grave  in  which  Jesus  was  laiu. 
 
 Has  buried  mv  guilt  and  my  fears, 
 And  while  I  contemplate  its  shade, 
 ^he  light  of  His  presence  appears, 
 
 5  O,  sweet  is  the  season  of  rest, 
 
 When  life's  weary  journey  is  done; 
 The  blush  that  spreads  over  its  west 
 The  last  ling'ring  ray  of  its  sun. 
 
 6  Though  dreary  the  empire  of  night, 
 
 I  soon  shall  emerge  from  its  gloom, 
 And  see  immortality's  light 
 Arise  on  the  shades  of  the  tomb. 
 
 7  Then  welcome  the  last  rending  sigbs. 
 When  these  aching  heart-strings  shall  break. 
 
 When  death  shall  extinguish  these  eyes, 
 And  moisten  with  dew  the  pale  cheek. 
 
 8  No  terror  the  prospect  begets, 
 I  am  not  mortality's  slave, 
 
 The  sunbeam  of  life  as  it  sets. 
 
 Leaves  a  halo  of  peace  in  the  grave* 
 
 573  8s  76. 
 
 1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftlv  by, 
 And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
 Would  not  deta  n  them  as  they  fly, 
 Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
 Chorus — For  O!  we  stand,  on  Jordan's  &tn  nd. 
 Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
 And  just  before,  the  shining  sho  *e, 
 We  may  almost  discover. 
 
Miscellaneous,  525 
 
 2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
 
 Our  distant  home  discerning; 
 Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
 Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
 
 3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
 
 We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
 That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
 Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
 
 i  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempests  blow, 
 Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever  ; 
 Our  King  says,  come,  and  there's  our  heme 
 Forever,  O,  forever  ! 
 
 580  L.  M. 
 
 1  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
 Another  hour,  another  day; 
 Another  month,  another  year, 
 
 Drop  from  us  like  the  leafless  sear; 
 Drop  like  the  life-blood  from  our  hearts, 
 
 The  rose-bloom  from  the  cheek  departs, 
 The  tresses  from  the  temples  fall, 
 
 The  eye  grows  dim  and  strange  to  alL 
 
 %  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
 Like  torrent  in  the  stormv  oav; 
 He  undermines  the  stately  tower. 
 
 Uproots  the  tree  and  snaps  the  flower, 
 And  sweeps  from  our  distracted  breast 
 The  friends   that  loved,    the    friends   f.haf 
 blessed, 
 And  leaves  us  weeping  on  the  shore, 
 To  which  they  can  return  no  mere. 
 
530  Miscellaneous. 
 
 %    Time  speeds  away,  away,  away ; 
 
 No  eagle  through  the  skies  of  day, 
 No  wind  along  the  hills  can  flee, 
 
 So  swiftly  or  so  smooth  as  he. 
 I-ike  fiery  steed,  from  stage  to  stage, 
 
 He  bears  us  on  from  youth  to  age ; 
 Then  plunges  in  the  fearful  sea 
 
 Of  fathomless  eternity. 
 
 1  Pilgrim,  is  thy  journey  drear, 
 
 Are  its  lights  extinct  forever  ? 
 Still  suppress  the  rising  fear ; 
 
 God  forsakes  the  righteous  never ! 
 Never,  never !     No,  never ! 
 
 2  Storms  may  gather  o'er  thy  path, 
 
 All  the  ties  of  life  may  sever, 
 Still,  amid  the  fear  of  death, 
 
 God  forsakes  the  righteous  never ! 
 Never,  never!     No,  never! 
 
 3  Pain  may  rack  the  wasting  frame, 
 
 Health  desert  thy  couch  forever, 
 Faith  still  burns  with  deathless  flame, 
 God  forsakes  the  righteous  never ! 
 Never,  never.     No,  never! 
 
 4  Earthly  joys  may  all  decline 
 
 At  the  mandate  of  the  Giver, 
 Yet  why  shouldst  thou  e'er  repine  ? 
 Ctod  forsakes  the  righteous  never  f 
 Never,  never.     No,  never ! 
 
Miscellaneous.  J3« 
 
 i     When  thy  final  hour  shall  come, 
 
 Dark  will  be  death's  fearful  river; 
 But  a  voice  dispels  the  gloom, 
 God  forsakes  the  righteous  never ! 
 Never,  never!     No,  never  I 
 
 582  8s.  6s. 
 
 1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
 
 But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
 And  that  Thou  bidst  me  come  to  Thee, 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 
 
 2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
 To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
 
 To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 
 
 3  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind; 
 Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
 Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 
 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 
 
 4  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown, 
 Has  broken  every  barrier  down, 
 Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 
 
 5  Just  as  I  am,  I  fall  in  death, 
 
 And  loose  this  mortal,  fleeting  breath; 
 But  to  that  bright,  celestial  rest, 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 
 
 6  Just  as  I  am  I'll  not  be  there, 
 But  in  Thy  blessed  image  share, 
 
53*  Miscellaneous, 
 
 I'll  mount  above  each  mortal  care, 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 
 
 7  Just  as  I  am  I'll  be  no  more 
 
 When  I  have  gained  that  blissful  shore, 
 I'll  sing  Thy  praise  forevermore, 
 O,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 
 
 583 
 
 1  Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  hi& 
 
 youth, 
 He  hasted,  the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth; 
 For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and   to  seek  for  the 
 
 lost, 
 Soon,  alas!  was    his  fall,    but  he  died   at  his 
 
 post. 
 
 2  The  stranger's  eye  wept,  that  in  life's  bright- 
 
 est bloom, 
 One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb; 
 Far  in  arder  he  led  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
 And  fell  like  a  soldier — he  died  at  his  post. 
 
 3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  was 
 
 do*ne; 
 The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won; 
 But  he  whispered  of  those  whom  his   heart 
 
 clung  to  most, 
 "Tell  my  brethren  for  me,  that   I  died   at  my 
 
 post." 
 
 He  asked  not  a  stone  to  be  sculptured  with 
 verse; 
 He  asked  not  that  fame  should   hi?  meritg  re- 
 hearse; 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 533 
 
 But  he  asked  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the 
 
 ghost, 
 That  h  s  brethren  might  know  that  he  died  at 
 
 his  post. 
 
 5  Victorious  his   fall — for  he   rose  as   he  fell, 
 Wi  h    Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell; 
 He  has  passed  o'er  the  stream,  and  has  reached 
 
 the  bright  coast, 
 For  he  fell  like  a  martyr — he  died  at  his  post. 
 
 6  And  can  we  the  words  of  his  exit  iorget? 
 Ob,  no!  they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet; 
 An  example  sr  brilliant  shall  never  be  lost; 
 We  will  fall  in  \he  work — we  will  die  at  our 
 
 post. 
 
 584  "8.8s. 
 
 1  I  came  to  the    yot  where  the  white  pilgrim 
 
 lay, 
 And  pensively  s^.ood  by  his  tomb; 
 When  in  alow  v»hisper  I  heard  something  say, 
 How  sweetly  I  sleep  here  alone. 
 
 2  The  tempest  rmy  howl  and  the  loud  thunders 
 
 roll, 
 And  gathering  *orms  may  arise; 
 Yet  calm  are  m}  feelings — at  rest  is  my  soul, 
 The  tears  are  alf  wiped  from  my  eyes. 
 
 3  The  love  of  in)    Savior  influenced  me  hers. 
 I  bade  my  companions  farewell; 
 
 I  left  my  dear  children,  who  now  for  me  mourn, 
 In  a  far  distant  region  to  dwell. 
 
n*  Misctttaneotts. 
 
 4  But  when  among  strangers  and  far  from  mj 
 
 home, 
 No  kind  hand  or  relation  was  nigh; 
 It  met  the  contagion  and  sank  in  the  tomb, 
 My  spirit  to  mansions  on  h*gh. 
 
 5  Go  tell  my  companion  and  children  most  dear 
 
 To  weep  not  forme  though  I'm  gone; 
 
 The  same  hand  that  led  me  through  scenes 
 
 dark  and  drear, 
 Has  kindly  conducted  me  home. 
 
 585  P.  M. 
 
 1  A  few  more  days  on  earth  to  spend, 
 And  all  my  toils  and  cares  shall  end; 
 Then  I  shall  see  my  God  and  Friend, 
 
 And  praise  His  name  on  high. 
 O,  happy  day!  O,  joyful  hour! 
 When  free  from  earth,  my  soul  shall  tower 
 Beyond  the  reach  of  satan's  Dower, 
 To  be  forever  blest. 
 
 My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
 I'd  joyfully  the  call  obey, 
 Which  summons  my  soul  away, 
 
 To  seats  prepared  above. 
 There  I  shall  see  my  Savior's  face, 
 And  dwell  in  His  beloved  embrace, 
 And  taste  the  fullness  of  His  grace, 
 
 And  sing  redeeming  love. 
 
Miscellaneous.  531 
 
 8  Though  dire  afflictions  press  me  sore, 
 And  death's  black  billows  roll  before. 
 Yet  still,  by  faith,  I  see  the  shore 
 
 Beyond  the  rolling  flood; 
 The  heavenly  Canaan,  sweet  and  fair 
 Beyond  my  ravished  eyes  appear, 
 And  makes  me  almost  think  I'm  there 
 
 In  yonder  bright  abode. 
 
 4  To  earthly  cares  I'd  say  farewell, 
 And  triumph  over  death  and  hell, 
 And  go  wiiere  saints  and  angels  dwell, 
 
 To  praise  the  eternal  Three. 
 I'll  join  with  them  that's  gone  before, 
 Who  sing  and  shout,  their  sufferings  o'er, 
 Where  pain  and  parting  is  no  more, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 BBS  L.  M.  Newton, 
 
 1  When  Peter  through  the  tedious  night 
 
 Had  often  cast  his  net  m  vain, 
 Soon  as  the  Lord  appeared  in  sight 
 He  gladly  let  it  down  again. 
 
 2  Once  more  the  gospel  net  is  cast — 
 
 Do  Thou,  O,  Lord,  the  effort  own; 
 We  learn  from  disappointments  past 
 To  rest  our  hope  on  Thee  alone. 
 
 3  May  this  be  a  much  favored  hour 
 
 lo  souls  for  whom  the  Savior  bled; 
 O,  clothe  Thy  word  with  sovereign  power— 
 To  Jesus  may  such  souls  be  led. 
 
536  Miscellaneous. 
 
 4  Have  mercy  on  our  numerous  youth 
 Who,  young  in  years,  are  old  in  sin, 
 And  by  Thy  spirit  and  Thy  truth 
 
 Show  them  the  state  their  souls  are  in. 
 
 6  Then  Christ,  the  Savior's,  matchless  love 
 
 To  every  wounded  heart  revealed, 
 
 Temptations,  fears,  and  guilt  remove, 
 
 And  be  their  sun,  their  strength  and  shield. 
 
 6  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 
 
 On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine; 
 Let  poor  backsliders  be  restored, 
 And  all  Thy  saints  in  praises  join. 
 
 7  O,  hear  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope 
 
 That  when  Thy  voice  shall  call  us  home 
 Thou  still  will  raise  a  people  up 
 
 To  love  and  praise  Thee  in  our  room, 
 
 £87  S.  M.  IZxmmond 
 
 1  Awake  and  sing  the  song 
 
 Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
 Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
 To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 
 
 2  Sing  of  His  saving  love, 
 
 Sing  of  His  rising  power, 
 Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
 For  those  whose  sins  He  bore* 
 
 3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
 
 Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 
 Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
 In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 
 
Miscellaneous.  537 
 
 4  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 
 Ye  blessed  children  come; 
 Soon  wil)  He  call  us  hence  away 
 To  our  immortal  home. 
 
 588  C.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1  Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
 
 The  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
 Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
 And  light  their  steps  surround. 
 
 2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 
 
 Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 
 His  righteousness  exalts  their  hopeb, 
 Nor  satan  dares  condemn. 
 
 3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defense, 
 
 Strength  and  salvation  gives; 
 Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
 Thy  God  forever  lives. 
 
 589  I2S-  IIS« 
 
 1  How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollectiofe 
 
 Of  youthful  emotion  and  innocent  joy; 
 When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
 Surrounded  with  mercy  and  peace  from  on 
 high. 
 I  stil!  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and  mother, 
 The  seats  of  their  offspring,  as   ranged  on 
 each  hand, 
 And  the  richest  of  books,  whicn  exeeis  every 
 other. 
 
f»8  Miscellaneous. 
 
 The  family  bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
 Chorus — The  old-fashioned   bible,  the  deat, 
 blessed  bible, 
 The  family  bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
 
 2  The  bible,  that  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
 At  morning   and    evening   would   yield   us 
 
 delight; 
 The  prayers  of  our  father,  a  sweet  invocation, 
 For  mercy  by  day,  and  for  safety   by  night 
 Oh,  hymns  of  thanksgiving,  with  harmoniou; 
 sweetness, 
 As  warmed  by  the  hearts  of  the  family  band 
 Hath  raised   us   from  earth  to  that  rupturout 
 dwelling, 
 Described  in  the  bible  that  lay  on  the  stand 
 
 3  Ye  scenes  of  enjoyment,  long  have  we  been 
 
 parted, 
 My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
 more; 
 In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken  hearted, 
 
 And  wander  alone  on  a  far-distant  shore. 
 O,  why  should  I  doubt  a  Savitr's  protection, 
 
 Forgetful  of  gifts  from   His  bountiful  handf 
 
 O,  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction. 
 
 And  think  of  the  bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
 
 4  Though  age  and    misfortune  press   hard  on 
 
 my  feelings, 
 I'll  flee  to  the  bible  and  trust  in  the  Lord; 
 Though   darkness   should   cover  His  mercifrs 
 dealings, 
 
Miscellaneous.  53^ 
 
 My  soul  is  still  cheered  by  His  heaven. y  word 
 Amd  now  from  things  earthly  my  soul  is  re« 
 moving; 
 I  shall  soon  be  in  glory  with  heaven's  bright 
 band, 
 And  in  rapture  of  joy  be  forever  adoring 
 The  God  of  the  bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
 
 g  0O  L.  M.  Burnham, 
 
 1  How  good,  how  glorious  'tis  to  see 
 The  church  of  Jesus  kind  and  free, 
 Appearing  like  anew-born  race, 
 Proving  the  pow'r  of  sov'reign  grace. 
 
 2  How  does  the  Savior's  love  cement 
 Brother  to  brother,  saint  to  saint; 
 Each  feels  the  other's  care  and  grief, 
 And  runs  to  give  a  kind  relief. 
 
 3  In  paths  of  peace  they  sweetly  move, 
 And  traverse  o'er  the  fields  of  love; 
 Kindly  they  help  each  other  on, 
 
 And  press  toward  the  heavenly  throne. 
 
 4  Now,  Lord,  may  we  Thy  favor'd  train 
 Ever  in  purest  love  remain; 
 
 May  discord  evermore  subside, 
 And  we  appear  like  Jesus'  bride. 
 
 5S1  L.  M  Bumham, 
 
 1  First  have  these  lovers  of  the  Word 
 
 Yielded  their  souls  to  Christ,  the  Lord; 
 Now  to  the  church  themselves  they  give, 
 Now  to  the  Savior  may  they  live. 
 
54c  Itfiscellaneous. 
 
 2  Lord,  may  these  honored  saints  of  Thim 
 
 Ever  upon  Thy  breast  recline; 
 Thy  name  revere,  Thy  word  obey, 
 And  O,  forever  watch  and  pray. 
 
 3  May  they  continue  in  Thy  ways, 
 
 Delight  to  pray — delight  to  praise; 
 May  they  with  us  abide  in  love, 
 And  shortly  soar  to  realms  above. 
 
 5S2  L.  M.  Warn 
 
 1  Brother  in  Christ,  and  well  beloved, 
 
 To  Jesus  and  His  servants  dear, 
 Enter,  and  show  thyself  approved, 
 Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 
 
 2  Welcome  from  earth!     Lo,  the  right  ha  id 
 
 Of  fellowship,  to  thee  we  give; 
 With  open  arms  and  hearts,  we;  stand, 
 And  thee,  in  Jesus'  name,  receive. 
 
 3  Say,  is  thy  heart  resolved  as  ours? 
 
 Then  let  it  burn  with  sacred  love; 
 Then  let  it  taste  the  heavenly  power**, 
 Partakers  of  the  joys  above, 
 
 593  S.  M. 
 
 1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 
 And  must  the  dead  arise, 
 And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
 His  all-discerning  eyes? 
 
Miscellaneous.  54I 
 
 2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
 
 The  terrors  of  that  day; 
 When  earth  and  heaven  before  His  face, 
 Astonished,  shrink  away? 
 
 3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
 
 The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
 Hark!  from  the  groupers  cheering  sound, 
 What  joyful  tidings  spread. 
 
 4  Come  sinners,  seek  His   grace, 
 
 Whose  wrath  ye  can  not  bear; 
 Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  cross, 
 And  find  salvation  there. 
 
 SS<4:  L.  M.  J.  A.   Thompstm* 
 
 1  Come,  saints,  and  tell  us  of  your  hope, 
 How  Jesus  bears  your  spirits  up; 
 Amid  temptations,  doubts  and  foes 
 How  grace  affords  you  sweet  repose. 
 
 I  Will  not  our  blessed  Savior,  still 
 Faithful  to  His  Father's  will, 
 Be  your  defense  and  hiding  place, 
 And  make  you  triumph  in  His  grace? 
 
 3  Yes,  stronger  than  a  mother's  love 
 Does  that  of  Jesus  ever  prove; 
 Nor  death  itself  (He  bore  its  pain) 
 Shall  serve  to  sever  you  in  twain. 
 
 4  Then  let  us  here  in  union  meet 
 And  worship  at  the  mercy  seat; 
 Together  sing,  together  pray, 
 And  tell  of  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 
 
54*  Mtsaltaneous. 
 
 MINISTER'S  ADVICE  TO  HIS  CHILDREN. 
 
 595  C.  M. 
 
 1  Dear  children,  when  you  read  the*?  lines. 
 
 May  love  possess  your  hearts 
 May  you,  like  Mary,  humbly  choose 
 That  good  and  better  part. 
 
 2  May  you  be  guided  by  God's  word, 
 
 To  love  and  fear  His  name ; 
 Who  bore  your  sins,  if  heirs  with  him, 
 When  on  Mount  Calvary  slain. 
 
 3  O,  do  not  slight  His  blessed  word, 
 
 As  many  sinners  do, 
 But  pray  to  Him  to  guide  and  keep 
 Your  souls  from  pain  and  woe. 
 
 4.    If  you  should  die  in  love  with  sin, 
 Dreadful  your  doom  will  be, 
 Banished  from  God  and  all  His  saints, 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 6     But  Jesus  waits  with  grace  that's  free, 
 And  gives  it  to  the  poor ; 
 O,  humbly  seek  that  you  may  drink, 
 And  live  forever  more. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 53©  L.  M.  Xenk 
 
 1     Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
 Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
 Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
 Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 
 
Miscellaneous.  543 
 
 597  L.  M.  Watts. 
 
 1     All  glory  to  Thy  wondrous  name, 
 Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
 Thus  we  exalt  our  Lord  the  Lamb, 
 
 And  praise  the  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove. 
 
 B©S  C.  M.  Wat* 
 
 1     Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son 
 
 And  Spirit  be  adored, 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known. 
 
 Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 
 
 533  7s. 
 
 1     Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
 
 Praise  eternal  as  His  love ; 
 
 Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
 
 ©OO  C.  M.  fffeft. 
 
 1  Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Grace — 
 
 Zion,  behold  thy  King, 
 Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race. 
 And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 
 
 2  Hosannas  to  the  incarnate  word 
 
 Who  from  the  Father  came ; 
 Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 
 With  blessings  on  His  name. 
 
Index  of  Fjrst  Lines. 
 
 Absent  from  flesh 294 
 
 Afflicted  saints  to  Christ ice 
 
 Afflictions  though  they  seem 46S 
 
 A   few  more  days  on  earth 5S5 
 
 Again  the  Lord  of  life 241 
 
 Alas,  and  did  my  Savior 66 
 
 Almighty  God,  eternal  Lord 244 
 
 Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 306 
 
 Alas,  how  changed 296 
 
 All  hail,  Thou  great  Immanuel 2S5 
 
 All  glory    to   Thy  wondrous  name 597 
 
 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ..  376 
 
 Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  405 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  412 
 
 And  have  I,  Christ,  no  love 161 
 
 An  alien   from  God  , 365 
 
 And  am  I  blest  with  Jesus'  love 437 
 
 And  must  I  part  with  all  1 389 
 
 And  are  we  yet  alive 62 
 
 And  must  this  body  die 338 
 
 Andisthere,  Lord,  a  rest 290 
 
 And  is  Thy  lovely  shadow 295 
 
 And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 314 
 
 And  will  the  Judge  descend 593 
 
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2  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away 347 
 
 Another  six  days'  work  is  done 236 
 
 Approach,  my  soul, the  mercy 61 
 
 Apostles  trod  this  holy  ground 82 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  arise 218 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  stretch 439 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime 186 
 
 Arise,  O  King  of  Grace,  arise 108 
 
 As  new  born  babes  desire  the  breast 125 
 
 As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung 178 
 
 As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 57 
 
 Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 302 
 
 A  throne  of  grace,  then  let  us  go 147 
 
 Awake  our  souls  and  bless  His  name 172 
 
 Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 435 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays  400 
 
 Awake,  ye  saints  and  raise  your  eyes.. 544 
 
 Awake  and  sing  the  song 587 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  to  sound  His  praise 3 
 
 Awake,  my  tongue,  the    tribute  bring 4 
 
 Awake,  my  heart,  my  soul  arise 249 
 
 Away  from  his  home 5S3 
 
 Behold  a  sure  foundation  stone 109 
 
 Behold  the  woman's  promised  seed  280 
 
 Behold  a  sinner,  dearest  Lord  34 
 
 Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ...  167 
 
 Behold  the  gift  of  God 173 
 
 Behold  the  Shepherd's  tender  care 378 
 
 Behold  the  mount  of  Zion , 120 
 
 Behold  what  wondrous  love 571 
 
 Before  Thy  throne,  eternal  King 522 
 
 Begone,   unbelief. - 477 
 
Index  of  First  Lines.  3 
 
 Beside  the  gospel  pool, 444 
 
 Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 55 
 
 Blest  Jesus,  while  in  monal  flesh 95 
 
 Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 103 
 
 Blest  with  the  joys  of  innocence 11 
 
 Blest  are  the  souls  which  hear  and  know..  5S8 
 
 Blessed  Comforter  divine 49 
 
 Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies 254 
 
 Brothers,  though  from  yonder  sky 300 
 
 Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow 331 
 
 Brother  in  Christ,  and  well  beloved 592 
 
 Brethren,  I  am  come  again 541 
 
 Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 434 
 
 Brethren,  we  have  met  again  4&0 
 
 Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord 80 
 
 Burst,  ye  emerald  gates 484 
 
 By  faith  my  Christ  I  now  behold 266 
 
 Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death...... .      14 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen 349 
 
 Christians,  if  your  hearts 83 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King 469 
 
 Convened  from  different  parts 523 
 
 Compared  with  Christ  in  all  beside 190 
 
 Come,  all  who  love  to  pray  211 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters 455 
 
 Come,  children  of  heaven 422 
 
 Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  Thy  enccp..  234 
 
 Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  239 
 
 Come,  humble  souls,  ye  mourners 352 
 
 Come,  gracious  Spirit,  now 42 
 
 Come,  let  us  anew 447 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  with  one  accord 23'/ 
 
4  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 208 
 
 Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose ,.  456 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm 50 
 
 Come,  praying  souls,  rejoice   214 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 41 
 
 Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  28 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 39 
 
 Come,  sound  His  praise 2 
 
 Come,  saints  and  sinners 79 
 
 Come,  thou  eternal  Spirit 51 
 
 Come,  thou  fount 395 
 
 Come,  saints,  and  tell  us  of  your  hope 594 
 
 Come,  my  dear  friends 345 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  362 
 
 Come,  all  ye  people,  of  every  nation 543 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters  that  love 54S 
 
 Come,  all  you  young  people  555 
 
 Come,  tell  us  your  troubles 498 
 
 Come,  brethren  we  who  love 512 
 
 Come,  happy  souls  that  know 520 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  friends. 124 
 
 Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 390 
 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Savior's 127 
 
 Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord 368 
 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed 467 
 
 Come,  ye  disconsolate 466 
 
 ^ome,  ye  sinners  poor 459 
 
 oornw,  jie  that  know 1 
 
 Come,  ye  redeemed 
 
 Dark  and  thorny 453 
 
 Deacons,  awake 516 
 
 Death  like  an  overflowing 312 
 
/ndex  of  First  Lines.  5 
 
 Death  can  not  make 326 
 
 Dear  brethren,  farewell 4S5 
 
 Dear  brethren,  I  have  found. 507 
 
 Dear  Lord,  why  should  I  doubt 64 
 
 Dear  Lord,  attend  our 19S 
 
 Dear  children,  when 595 
 
 Dear  Savior,  let , 227 
 
 Dear  friends,  farewell 493 
 
 Dear  is  the  spot 303 
 
 Dear  Lord,  to  us ,....  200 
 
 Dear  refuge  of  my  weary 71 
 
 Dear  Father,  to  Thy  mercy  seat 187 
 
 Did'st  Thou,  dear  Jesus 3S0 
 
 Did  Christ  the  great  example 515 
 
 Did  Christ  o'er  sinners 216 
 
 Dismiss  us  with  229 
 
 Do  not  I  love  Thee 33 
 
 Earth  has  engrossed 260 
 
 Early,  my  God,  without  delay 126 
 
 Every  moment  brings 315 
 
 Enquire,  ye  pilgrims  105 
 
 Eternal  power  whose 372 
 
 Exalted  high 540 
 
 Far  as  Thy  name 123 
 
 Fades  the  lovely  blooming 343 
 
 Father,  we  wait 132 
 
 Father,  what  e'er  of  earthly , 163 
 
 Father,  I  know  Thy  ways  ...., 148 
 
 Farewell,  my  dear  brethren  beloved 510 
 
 Farewell,  farewell  to  all 506 
 
 Farewell,  my  dear  brethren 494 
 
6  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 491 
 
 Farewell,  vain  world 560 
 
 Faith  is  the  spirit's 183 
 
 Faith,  'tis  a  precious 144 
 
 Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord 194 
 
 For  a  season  called 480 
 
 First  have  these  lovers . 5911 
 
 jFirm  as  the  earth 56 
 
 From  all  that's  mortal 377 
 
 From  Greenland's  icy 502 
 
 From  every    stormy  wind 150 
 
 From  whence  doth  this  union 478 
 
 Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 248 
 
 Give   me  Thy  spirit 514 
 
 Give  me    the    wings ... 60 
 
 Give  us  room 107 
 
 Go  and  the  Savior's 37 
 
 Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted 330 
 
 Go  teach  the  nations 77 
 
 Goon,  yepilgrims 1S8 
 
 God  is  love,  Hismercy 436 
 
 God  moves  in  a  mysterious 5 
 
 God  is  the  refuge 504 
 
 God  in  His  earthly    104 
 
 Glory  to  Thee,  my  God 220 
 
 Glorious  things  of  thee 476 
 
 Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound  181 
 
 Grace,  how  exceeding 35 
 
 Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious 253 
 
 Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 97 
 
 Great  God,   how  infinite 8 
 
 Guide  me,    O,  thou 464 
 
Index  of  First  Lines.  7 
 
 Had  I  the  tongues «.  154 
 
 Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 404 
 
 Hark,  the  glad  sound 279 
 
 Hark,  from  the  tombs 305 
 
 Hark,  the  herald  angels.. 252 
 
 Hail,  Sovereign  love 402 
 
 Hail,  the  blest  morn 460 
 
 Hail; ye  followers  of  the  Lamb 410 
 
 Happy  the  souls 92 
 
 Happy  the  church 91 
 
 Head  of  the  church  518 
 
 Hear  the  royal  proclamation 364 
 
 Hear  what  the  voice 33^ 
 
 Hear  what  the  voice  from  Heaven  declares  320 
 
 Hear,  at  Thy  table... 135 
 
 He  dies  the  friend  of. 141 
 
 High  on  a  hill 112 
 
 High  on  yonder  realms 379 
 
 Holy  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb 573 
 
 How  tedious  and  tasteless , 4.0^ 
 
 How  beauteous  are 26 
 
 How  can  I  sink 1^6 
 
 How  charming  is  the  place 240 
 
 How  happy  are  thev 403 
 
 How  did  my  heart 119 
 
 How  happy  is  the  man 438 
 
 How  honored  is  the  place 94 
 
 How  happy,  how  loving 213 
 
 How  bird  and  rugged 38^ 
 
 How  happy  every 4S2 
 
 How  happy  is  the  christians. J42 
 
 How  sweet  to  reflect 425 
 
 How  sweet  the  melting  lav.. I2^ 
 
8  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 How  sweet  and  awful 131 
 
 How  firm  a  foundation 470 
 
 How  sweet  the  name 32 
 
 How  swiftly  times 521 
 
 How  still  and  peaceful 293 
 
 How  short  the  race 311 
 
 How  helpless  guilty  nature 43 
 
 How  short  and  hasty 342 
 
 How  good,  how  glorious 590 
 
 How  sad  and  awful 38, 
 
 How  precious  is  the  book 1 
 
 How  peaceful  is 307 
 
 How  painfully  pleasing  589 
 
 How  sweet,  hew  heavenly 101 
 
 How  oft,  alas 222 
 
 How  lost  was  my  condition 413 
 
 How  vain  are  all. 558 
 
 Humble  souls  who  seek 81 
 
 Hungry  and  faint 27 
 
 Hosanna 600 
 
 I  am  a  stranger 421 
 
 lama  little  scholar 551 
 
 I'm  not  ashamed  to  own 418 
 
 I  came  to  the  spot 584 
 
 I  come,  the  great  Redeemer 263 
 
 I  hate  the  tempter 12 
 
 I  have  sought  round 430 
 
 I  long  to  see 458 
 
 I  love  to  steal  awhile 146 
 
 I  love  to  see 177 
 
 I  love  the  holy  Son 427 
 
 I  love  the  sons 102 
 
Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 }  love  the  Lord  he  heard 374 
 
 1  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 96 
 
 J  love  my  Savior  388 
 
 ]f  worldlings   ask 443 
 
 ]f  life's    pleasures 423 
 
 If  duty  calls  and  sufferings,  too 566 
 
 Infinite  grief 267 
 
 In  Christ  I've  all  my     174 
 
 In  Thy  assembly 85 
 
 In  Thy  great  name no 
 
 In  evil  long  I  took  delight 420 
 
 In  Christ  the  Rock 46 
 
 In  Adam's  loins 13 
 
 In  ali  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 530 
 
 In  seasons  of  grief. 429 
 
 In  songs  of  sublime 446 
 
 I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 576 
 
 I  sing  my  Savior's 271 
 
 I  want  a  heart  to  pray 205 
 
 I  would,  but  can  not „ 76 
 
 I  would  not  live 473 
 
 I  would  not  weep  361 
 
 Jerusalem,  my  happy 461 
 
 Jesus,  and  shall  it 90 
 
 Jesus,  exalted 195 
 
 Jesus,  my  all 441 
 
 Jesus,  my  love 175 
 
 ]esus,  O,  what  193 
 
 Jesus,  the  heavenly  lover 265 
 
 Jesus,  my  Savior 169 
 
 Jesus,  by  heavenly  hosts 513 
 
lO  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 Jesus,  Thy  saints 202 
 
 Jesus,  Thou  art 471 
 
 Jesus,  Thou  great 511 
 
 Jesus,  I  sing  thy  matchless 210 
 
 Jesus,  I  my  cross 4^1 
 
 Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming 170 
 
 Jesus  invites  His  saints 137 
 
 Jesus  wept 367 
 
 Jesus,  sovereign ,...„ 209 
 
 Jesus,  engrave  it 356 
 
 Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul— 475 
 
 Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 454 
 
 Jesus,  great  Shepherd 354 
 
 Jesus,  grant  us  all 231 
 
 Jesus,  we  come 86 
 
 Jesus,  whene'er  24c 
 
 Jesus,  who  knows 22J 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward 547 
 
 Joy  to  the  world 282 
 
 Just  as  I  am 582 
 
 Kindred  in  Christ  3S1 
 
 Let  the  wild  leopard 16 
 
 Let  Thy  Kingdom 424 
 
 Let  others  boast 7 
 
 Let  christians  all  agree 176 
 
 Let  party  names 93 
 
 Let  me,  my  Savior J51 
 
 Let  sinners  take  their... 196 
 
 Let  death  dissolve 308 
 
 Life  is  a  span 332 
 
 Lift  up  your  hearts  500 
 
Index  of  First  Lines.  II 
 
 Like  sheep  we  went  astray ...  275 
 
 I^o,  what  a  glorious 53r 
 
 Lo,  what  an  entertaining 113 
 
 Lord,  at  Thy  temple 322 
 
 Lord,  at  Thy  table 136 
 
 Lord,  dismiss  us 457 
 
 Lord,  how  delightful 247 
 
 Lord,  how  secure.- 22 
 
 Lord,  in  Thy  courts 117 
 
 Lord,  in  the  morning 233 
 
 Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight , , 305 
 
 Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing m? 
 
 Lord,  when  I  count  Thy  mercies 30 
 
 Lord,  when  together  here 495 
 
 Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 321 
 
 Lord,  we  come  before 215 
 
 Long  have  I  tried 1S9 
 
 Love  is  the  sweetest  bud 399 
 
 Long  have  we  heard 73 
 
 Mary  to  the  Savior's, 334 
 
 Mercy  alone  can  meet 212 
 
 Mixtures  of  joy  and  sorrow 499 
 
 Morning  breaks 348 
 
 Must  Jesus  bear 55^ 
 
 Mid  scenes  of  confusion  481 
 
 Must  friends  and  kindred 337 
 
 My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 257 
 
 My  christian  friends 472 
 
 My  buried  friends 317 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  God 171 
 
 My  days  are  gliding    .    579 
 
 M)  Father  and  my  God 277 
 
12  Index  cf  First  Lines. 
 
 My  latest  sun  is  sinking 289 
 
 M3;  God,  how  cheerful 153 
 
 My  little  flock 492 
 
 My  opening  eyes 246 
 
 My  Savior  on  mount 270 
 
 My  soul  with  humble 200 
 
 My  soul  forsakes 158 
 
 My  soul,  take  courage 223 
 
 My  soul  with  joy 2S3 
 
 My  soul,  come  meditate 327 
 
 My  God  the  spring 65 
 
 My  God  my  life 9 
 
 My  gracious  Redeemer 474 
 
 My  God  permit  my 568 
 
 My  head  and  stay 336 
 
 My  God  my  portion 10 
 
 My  spirit  looks 366 
 
 My  times  of  sorrow 74 
 
 My  rising  soul  with 143 
 
 My  faith  looks  up 431 
 
 Nearer,  wy  God,  to  Thee 291 
 
 No  change  of  time 69 
 
 No  strength  of  nature 23 
 
 Not  to  Sinai's 114 
 
 Not  all  the  blood 1S4 
 
 Not  all  the  outward 47 
 
 Not  to  control   524 
 
 Nothing  either  great 567 
 
 Now  in  Thy  praise 59 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord 261 
 
 Now  from  the  east 525 
 
 Now  let  the  Father 590 
 
Index  of  First  Lines.  \\ 
 
 Now  inay  fervent  prayer 228 
 
 O,  could  I  find 149 
 
 O,  come,  come    with  me 298 
 
 O,  for  a  faith 185 
 
 O,  for  a  thousand 31 
 
 O,  for  a  closer 44 
 
 O,  for  an  overcoming 313 
 
 O,  for  a  heart 165 
 
 O,  for  a  strong 25 
 
 Our  Father  God ...    6 
 
 Of  him    who  did  salvation 357 
 
 Of  all    the    joys 191 
 
 O,  give   me,   Lord 226 
 
 O,  happy  they  who 99 
 
 O,  happy  day  when 496 
 
 O,  Jesus,  my  Savior,   I  know 39S 
 
 O,  help   us,  Lord,  each  hour 232 
 
 O,  Jesus,  my  Savior 407 
 
 0,  happy  time  long 396 
 
 O,  let  me   run 145 
 
 O,  Lord,   dismiss   us 489 
 
 O,  Lord,  Thy    perfect 17 
 
 O,  Lord,   it  seemeth 35 1 
 
 O,  Lord,  I  would  delight 159 
 
 O,  land    of  rest 360 
 
 O,  sacred  beauties 278 
 
 O,  sing  to  me  of  heaven 297 
 
 O,  Thou     from    whom 569 
 
 O,  that  I  knew 166 
 
 O,  Thou  in  whose  presence 409 
 
 O,  tell  me  no  more 397 
 
 0%  when   shall  I  see 301 
 
14  Index  of  First  Lines. 
 
 O,  where  shall     rest 217 
 
 Once  more  we  come    45 
 
 Our  days,  aLs,  our  mor  ^1  days 344 
 
 Our  bondage  here    501 
 
 On  Jordan's  stormy 401 
 
 Once  more  before ,  488 
 
 O,   Zior,,   afflicted    433 
 
 On  Zion's  glorious 565 
 
 Parted  many  a  toil  spenf    542 
 
 Pass  me  not,  O,  gentle.  .    563 
 
 Pilgrim,  is  thy  juirney  . 5S1 
 
 Pity    a  helpless   sinner 130 
 
 Poor  and  afflicted,  Lord 445 
 
 Vlunged  in  a  gulf 363 
 
 Prayer  was  appointed 225 
 
 Prayer  is  the  soul's , 168 
 
 Prayer  is  the  breath 574 
 
 Prayer  is  the  work 203 
 
 Prepare  a  thankful 509 
 
 Prepare  me,    gracious 3S2 
 
 Pra'se   God  from 596 
 
 Quite  weary,  near  to  faint * 533 
 
 Rock  of  Ages    432 
 
 Religion  is  the  chief  concern 3-/5 
 
 Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal 292 
 
 Salvation,  O,  melodious , 29 
 
 Savior,  visit  Thy , , ,  -  . ,  465 
 
 Salvation,  O,  the  joyful -    -  3S3 
 
 Salem's  bright  King -  .  -  89 
 
 Savior  of  men. .  .  , ^59 
 
Index  of  First  Lin*s.  1 5 
 
 Servant  of  God 299 
 
 See  the  fountain 369 
 
 Show  pity,  Lord 6j 
 
 Shepherd  divine 162 
 
 Sin  has  a  thousand 15 
 
 Since  man  by  sin 503 
 
 Sitting  around  our 138 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord 230 
 
 Sing  we  to  our 599 
 
 Sister,  thou  wast 329 
 
 Sinners,  this  solemn 570 
 
 Sovereign  grace  has 479 
 
 Sweet  the  moments 370 
 
 Sweet  was  the  time 224 
 
 Sweet  is  the  work 250 
 
 Self-righteous  souls 355 
 
 So  let  our  lips 55 
 
 Sweet  hour  of  prayer 553 
 
 Sweet  rivers  of 559 
 
 Tarry  with  me,  O .    .  .  . 340 
 
 Take  my  poor  heart. 157 
 
 That  glorious  day 411 
 
 That  once  loved  form 2S7 
 
 There  was  an  hour 561 
 
 There  was  a  little  family 449 
 
 There  is  a  happy  land 537 
 
 There  is  a  house 310 
 
 There  is  a  place  where 508 
 
 There  is  a  region   346 
 
 There  is  a  heaven 442 
 
 There  is  an  hour 197 
 
 There  is  a  fountain 197 
 
1 6  Index  of  First  lines. 
 
 There  is  a  land 301 
 
 There  is  a  spot 428 
 
 There  is  a  path 415 
 
 This  is  the  day 235 
 
 Though  faint,  yet  pursuing 562 
 
 Though  troubles  assail .- 373 
 
 These  mortal  joys 527 
 
 Thee  we  adore 301 
 
 The  angels  that  watched 575 
 
 The  broken  bread 129 
 
 The  bible  reveals 341 
 
 The  blessed  Spirit 48 
 
 The  day  is  past 219 
 
 The  sun  above  us 450 
 
 The  Savior,  O 276 
 
 The  souls  that  would 180 
 
 The  true  Messiah 268 
 
 The  King  of  heaven 134 
 
 The  time  is  swiftly 545 
 
 The  year  of  time 526 
 
 The  Lord  of  life 133 
 
 The  law  commands 21 
 
 The  Lord  my  Shepherd 164 
 
 The  Lord  is  come 281 
 
 The  Lord  will  happiness 386 
 
 The  glorious  light 462 
 
 The  King  of  glory 258 
 
 The  worth  of  truth 575 
 
 The  Lord  unto  his 463 
 
 'Tis  a  point  1 406 
 
 'Tis  midnight 557 
 
 'Tis  my  desire 546 
 
 'Tis  religion  that  can 4.16 
 
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 'Tis  by  the  faith tS2 
 
 'Tis  finished 269 
 
 'Tis  my  happiness 414 
 
 'Tis  finished,  the  conflict , 333 
 
 'Tis  sweet  to  rest , 319 
 
 Time,  what  an  empty  vapor     2S8 
 
 Time,  like  a  fleeting 32S 
 
 Time  speeds  away 5S0 
 
 Time  is  winging , 577 
 
 To  Thee,  again > .  .  204 
 
 To  those  who  know ,...,, 419 
 
 To  God,  the  only  wise 52 
 
 To  leave  my  dear  friends 353 
 
 To  heaven  I  lift. 68 
 
 To  Thy  temple 243 
 
 To  Thee,  my  Shepherd ^55 
 
 To  Christ,  the  Lord 358 
 
 Triumphant  Zion 106 
 
 Thus  far,  my  God 58 
 
 Thy  presence 49} 
 
 Thy  mercy,  my  God 371 
 
 Thy  earthly  days 238 
 
 Thy  people,  Lord 160 
 
 Thou  sacred  Spirit 519 
 
 Thou,  whom  my  soul no 
 
 Up,  haste  to  Calvary 359 
 
 Unveil  Thy  bosom 339 
 
 Up  to  Thy  throne 517 
 
 Vital  spark 318 
 
 Vain,  delusive  world 452 
 
 Wait,  O,  my  soul 1 
 
 Watchman,  tell  us 532 
 
 Well  may  Thy  servants ,.  426 
 
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 Welcome,  sweet  day 25X 
 
 We've  no  abiding  cicy 572 
 
 We  are  a  garden 122 
 
 We  speak  of  the  realms 394 
 
 What  various  hindrances 201 
 
 What  cheering  words 
 
 What,  ere  to  Thee 
 
 What  glory  gilds 19 
 
 What  shall  I  render 179 
 
 What  wondrous  love 554 
 
 What  lovely  band 78 
 
 What  is  it  for  asaint 323 
 
 When  all  Thy  mercies 70 
 
 When,  dearest  Savior 242 
 
 When  Christ,  the  Lord 387 
 
 When  converts  first 534 
 
 When  for  eternal  worlds 316 
 
 When  on  the  cross 264 
 
 When  from  the  precepts 24 
 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 199 
 
 When  I  survey 140 
 
 When  languor  and  disease 440 
 
 When  marshalled  on 417 
 
 When  God's  own  people 539 
 
 When  strangers  stand 53S 
 
 When  sorrows  encompass 392 
 
 When  shall  we  all 393 
 
 When  those  we  love ,. 324 
 
 When  Peter,  through 586 
 
 When  the  last  trumpet 528 
 
 When  I  was  young 549 
 
 When  Thou,  my  righteous 457 
 
 When  we  baptize 87 
 
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 While  nature  was  sinking , . . .  505 
 
 While  wandering  to  and  fro 504 
 
 While  my  Redeemer 256 
 
 Where  is  my  God 75 
 
 Where  two  or  three 98 
 
 Wherewith  shall  we 207 
 
 Who   can  forbear 1 18 
 
 Who  is  this  fair  one in 
 
 Why  should  we  start 286 
 
 Why  do  we  mourn 325 
 
 Why,  O  my  soul 53 
 
 Why  should  the  children 40 
 
 With  my  substance , 100 
 
 With  gladness,  dear 490 
 
 Wrapt  in  the  silence 284 
 
 Ye  trembling  souls 273 
 
 Yes,  we  trust  the  day 38 
 
 Ye  angels  who  stand 262 
 
 Ye  worlds  of  light 272 
 
 Ye  little  flock  whom 20 
 
 Ye  messengers  of  Christ 36 
 
 Ye  fleeting  charms 529 
 
 Ye  mourning  saints 350 
 
 Ye  sinsick  souls 535 
 
 Ye  tempted  and  tried 536 
 
 Ye  wretched  hungry 137 
 
 Ye  who  in  His 72 
 
 Yonder,  amazing  sight 274 
 
 Young  people,  all,  on  you 483 
 
 Young  people  all,  in  blooming 550 
 
 Your  harps,  ye  trembling 63 
 
 You  may  sing  all 448 
 
 Zion's  a  city 121