fw. t^ v^t r^C <^^ O, r^^. ^P 5i %y '>' i ^ ilr.-^' .►•'.. % W' r*<^. ►i ♦■ .r-i ■'"j*^ •>• V V^:^^ 9^ r ^- his grace ! i «- -52- 12?! 1. Exult ard praise to the Redeemer. 1 O FOR a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise ; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace ! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim. To spread through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 8 Jesus ! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin. He sets the prisoner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks, and, listening to his voice. New life the dead, receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; The humble poor believe. 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb. Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ; And leap, ye lame, for jov. Charles Wesley. ^ Worshiping the Lamb. 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 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus !" " Worthy the Lamb I" our hearts 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. 4 The whole creation join in one. To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne. And to adore the Lamb. Xaamo Watts. SILVER STREET. WORSHIP. M. Isaac Smith. i i ^ ±^=^ -jgzi i^ 1. Come, sound his praise a - broad, -«L' 1 1 I \ -^' -f^ * And hymns of J^ -^TI 2^1 I - ry sing : Je =Hi J:^j:J. 42- g f^ iSi :t -f>-'^ :^ ^=3 :&=^ -g!- ^ 22: :a: 1 EJ^ ho - vah r=!=t5^^ T^-* -(g- ^-¥- Jtzfe '^ 1^-^- the sove - reign ZST- ■^- ^ J. fl fL % God, The u ni - vers •#- -*■*•-•■•#- al King. -&r- :^ 1 P 0 7%e universal King. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad. And hymns of glory sing : Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own. And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne. Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice. And own your gracious God. Isaac "Watts. 4 Song of Moses and the Lamh. 1 Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying 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. 4 Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come ! " Soon will he call us hence away. To our eternal home. 5 There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. William Hammond, alt. 0 Praise and thanksgiving. 1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,. With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise. Above all blessing high. Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify.-* 3 O for the living flame. From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our souls inspire, And wing to heaven our thought ! 4 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours ; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 5 Stand up, and bless the Lord ; The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless his glorious name. Henceforth, for evermore. James Montgomery. WORSHIP. ITALIAN HYMN. 6, 4. FkLIOZ GrARDIM. 1. Come, thou al - might - y King, Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise ; ^ ^ ^ ea^ -fi'- ■(t -^ -^ -^- -f*- r#— P= I I ■^ 1= I father all-glo - ri- ons. O'er all vie - to -ri - ous, Come, and reign over us. Ancient of days #■ •#- ^ -f- • •#- - 9- j L L t rV • ^ *" ■^ #- H«- • ^ t i .r^-^ ^¥—^ m D Invocation of the Trinitif. 2 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend ; Come, and thy people bless. And give thy word success : Spirit of holiness. On us descend ! 3 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour : PACKINGTON. S. M. Thou who almighty art. Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power ! 4 To thee, great One and Three, Eternal praises be Hence, evermore : Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see. And to eternity Love and adore ! Charles Wealep^ Rev. John Black. ^sz M ^ -JSn 3i felfTE 1. Je - sns, \re look to thee. Thy promised presence claim-; Thou in the midst of ns shall k As - sembled in ihy name, ^-r#-5-#-^-H^*-T-»2T*-a-*-#-i-»-^— ^n-a— T»-#— #-»-r-<^-*-n ?=^ E ^^ ^t^-l»^ -0-0- [ — •- * Met in Hi.s name. 1 JE.SUS, we look to thee. Thy promised presence claim; Thou in the midst of us shall be, Assembled in thy name. 2 Thy name salvation is, Which here we come to prove ; Thy name is life, and health, and peace. And everlasting love. 3 Not in the name of pride Or selfishness we meet ; From nature's paths wc turn aside. And worldly thoughts forget. I 4 We meet the grace to take. Which thou hast freely given ; We meet on earth for thy dear sake, That we may meet in heaven. 5 Present we know thou art, But O thyself reveal ! Now, Lord, let every bounding heart The mighty comfort feel. 6 O may thy quickening voice The death of sin remove ; And bid our inmost souls rejoice, In hope of perfect love. Cherles W««l07 OLD HUNDRED. WORSHIP. L. M. i GXiTLLAirHE FeAUO. ^^ 1. From all that dwell be low the skies, Let the Ore - a - tor's praise a - rise; iS ^ t: i Let the Re - deemer's name be sung, Throtighev - ery land, by ev - ery tongue. #• -0- n m^ 0-^ T XU Universal adoration: 1 O HOLY, holy, holy Lord ! Thou God of hosts, by all adored ; The earth and heavens are full of thee, Thy light, thy power, thy majesty. 2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name, Angels and seraphim proclaim : By all the powers and thrones in heaven. Eternal praise to thee is given. 3 Apostles join the glorious throng, And swell the loud triumphant song: Prophets and martyrs hear the sound, And spread the hallelujah round. 4 Glory to thee, O God most high ! Father, we praise thy majesty! The Son, the Spirit, we adore ! One Godhead, blest for evermore. Josiah Conder. J- A Invitation to worship. — Psalm 100. 1 All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell. Come ye before him, and rejoice. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed. Without our aid he did us make ; We are his flock, he doth us feed. And for his sheep he doth us take. 3 O enter then his gates with praise. Approach with joy his courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless his name always. For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why ? the Lord our God is good. His mercy is forever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. William Ketba. 0 General invitation to praise God. 1 From all that dwell below the skies. Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung. Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies. Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ; In songs of praise divinely sing ; The great salvation loud proclaim. And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4 In every land begin the song ; To every land the strains belong : In cheerful sounds all voices raise. And fill the world with loudest praise. Isaac Watts. y Jieverential adoration. 1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone. He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid. Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when like wandering sheep we strayed. He brought us to his fold again. 3 We '11 crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command ; Vast as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Isaac Watts, alt. by J. Wesley. WORSHIP. TRURO. L. M. CHAELES BCEh-ET. 1. Je - sus, thou ev - er-last-ing King, Ac- cept the trib - nte which we bring; ffi 1 . 4^ -<2- i ■^ -*^^ g-'^g^g^^jbE^' J. i Praise to the Saviour. 1 Jesus, thou everlasting- King-, Accept the tribute which we bring-; Accept thy well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the blest hour, when from above VV^e first received the pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day, 0 may it ever, ever stay ! Nor let our faith forsake its hold. Nor hope decline, nor love grow -.old. 4 Let ever)' moment, as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys. Till we are raised to sing thy name. At the great supper of the Lamb. Isaac Watts. J «5 Tlie prosperity of the saints. 1 O RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past Hath stood, and shall forever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ? 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; When thou return 'st to set them free. Let thy salvation yisit me. 4 O may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity, That I the joyful choir may join, And count thy people's triumph mine ! Tate and Brady. J. 4 Welcome to the King of glortj. 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates ! Behold, the King of gloiy waits; The King of kings is drawing near. The Saviour of the world is here. 2 The Lord is just, a helper tried ; Mercy is ever at his side ; His kingly crown is holiness ; His scepter, pity in distress. 3 O blest the land, the city blest. Where Christ the ruler is confessed ! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King of triumph comes ! 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart ;. Make it a temple, set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ,. Adorned with prayer, and love, and Joy: 5 Redeemer, come ! I open wide My heart to thee : here, Lord, abide !■ Let me thy inner presence feel. Thy grace and love in me reveal ! 6 So come, my Sovereign ! enter in^ Let new and nobler life begin ; Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until the glorious crown be won ? 0«orK Welaaol. Tr. by MIbs C. Winkworth. WORSHIP. DARWALL. H. M n # I 1 Ekv. John Daewall. / 'tfji i 1 1 A 1 1 1 if ^u4 , 1 J *'i J n 1 r\V\' ^ 'i' \ J 4 J 4 , \>\) ■ 4 * ., ._ J .> _ ^ • # J ; s « 1 ^ ^ ^ * f ' * • 1 1. Lord of the worlds a - bove, f2 • How pleas 9 - ant and • -^: -5- how fair The Ci'tt /i » #1 s # ff ^ ■^ ' T'tfJJ.'* S 1 1 1 a ^"""u 4 • ~* f • ^ F r +t4 ' ■ 1 1 1 r 1 i/pj . i» • 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 n tt : , 1 1 1 1 V tfH- 1 II i d J 1 1 ■"■ JL^I — \ ^ — « — — W ' a-^ — 1 1 H I ^ -J- -^^- ^_ii_^ j- 0 ffS~' 0 * •^ — ^ 1 — -^^— M^ ^ ^ dwellings of thy love, 1 Thine earth - ly tem - pies, are ! -% tfe f '- • To or thine 1 a - iL^- ^ — 0 — — 1 -F-J -I* -i 1 --0 i » -J T— L . A \ ^-•- 1 — -1 [T~r 1 :i * i zzz. 2^ bode my heart as - pires, With -#— ^ ■^ % ^ warm de - sires to ^ ti ^ ^ i= my. God. m la: iO Longings for the liouse of God. 1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwelling's of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are ! To thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; and happy they 'That love the way to Zion's hill. :3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, 'Till each arrives at length. Till each in heaven appears : O glorious seat ! thou, God, our King, Shalt thither bring our willing feet. Isaac Watts. X O The universal King. \ Young men and maidens, raise Your tuneful voices high ; Old men and children, praise The Lord of earth and sky ; Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all' eternity. 10 2 The universal King Let all the world proclaim ; Let every creature sing His attributes and name; Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. 3 In his great name alone All excellences meet, Who sits upon the throne, And shall forever sit ; Him Three in One, and One in Three; Extol to all eternity. 1 Glory to God belongs ; Glory to God be given. Above the noblest songs Of all in earth and heaven ; Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. Charles Wesley. Doxology. To God the Father's throne Your highest honors raise ; Glory to God the Son; To God the Spirit, praise: With all our powers, eternal King, Thy everlasting praise we sing. Isaac Watti, alt WORSHIP. ARIEL. C. P. M. Aer. bt Lowell Mabok. 1. Let all on earth their voices raise, To sing the great Jehovah's praise, And bless his holy name: •»■ -0- \ r rxz :i^% -N— N— N- ii His glo - ry let the heathen know, ? His wonders to the nations show, 5 His saving grace proclaim, IZI ^»— ^ - -•-#n — 3^^=:^^ -is=i: m 3 i. / T/(r glory of His grace. 1 Let all on earth their voices raise. To sing' the great Jehovah's praise, And bless his holy name : His glor}' let the heathen know, His wonders to the nations show, His saving grace proclaim. 2 He framed the globe ; he built the sky ; He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns in glory there : His beams are majesty and light ; His beauties, how divinely bright ! His dwelling-place, how fair! 3 Come the great day, the glorious hou. When earth shall feel his saving power. All nations fear his name : Then shall the race of men confess The beauty of his holiness, His saving grace proclaim. Isaac Watts. J.O God's glorious prcsetirr. 1 Thou God of power, thou God of love. Whose glory fills the realms above, Whose praise archangels sing. And veil their faces while they cry, "Thrice holy," to their God most high, "Thrice holy," to their King; 2 Thee as our God we too would claim. And liless the Saviour's precious name. Through whom this grace is given : He bore the curse to sinners due. He forms their ruined souls anew. And makes them heirs of heaven. His saving grace 1 proclaim. #— ^— ^ m 11 I \/ ^ \/ z.^ 3 The veil that hides thy glor)' rend. And here in saving power descend, And fi.x thy blest abode ; Here to our hearts thyself reveal, And let each waiting spirit feel The presence of our God. John Walker. J- 17 The praise of Jesus. 1 Jesus, thou soul of all our joys. For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert. Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; Compose into a thankful frame, And tune thy people's heart. 2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, Thy glory, not our own : Still let us keep this end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone. 3 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join, with one accord. Thy goodness to proclaim : Jesus, thyself in us reveal. And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing name. 4 With calmly reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love ; And raise in death our triumph higher. And sing, with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above. Charles Wesley. WORSHIP. PLEYEL'S HYMN. Ignaok Pusyel. rt ^ -t&r- S^- 1. Heaven-ly Fa - ther, sovereign Lord, Be thy glo - rions name a - dored ! ©ft ^F^ ^ iS'- ^ 1K- t*f^ les - tial Good - ness, hail ! Lord, thy mer - cies nev - er fail; Hail, ce -*-W f f- -V- (wU Humble adoration. 2 Though unworthy of thine ear. Deign our humble songs to hear ; Purer praise we hope to bring. When around thy throne we sing. 3 While on earth ordained to stay. Guide our footsteps in thy way, Till we come to dwell with thee. Till we all thy glory see. 4 Then, with angel-harps again. We will wake a nobler strain ; There, in joyful songs of praise. Our triumphant voices raise. Benjamin Williams, alt. (^X .Blessings implored. 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 ? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; In compassion now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace. Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay ; Lord, we know not how to go. Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Send some message from thy word. That may joy and peace afford ; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn ; Let the time of joy return ; Those that are cast down lift up ; Make them strong in faith and hope. 6 Grant that all may seek and find Thee, a gracious God and kind : Heal the sick, the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in thee. William Hammond. i^'* Tribute of praise at parting. 1 Christians, brethren, ere we part. Every voice and every heart Join, and to our Father raise One last hymn of grateful praise. 2 Though we here should meet no more Yet there is a brighter shore ; There, released from toil and pain. There we all may meet again. 3 Now to thee, thou God of heaven. Be eternal gloiy given : Grateful for thy love divine. May our hearts be ever thine. H. Kirke Wbite. alt fi*y Concluding prayer and thanksgiving. 1 Now may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep. 2 May he teach us to fulfill What is pleasing in his sight ; Make us perfect in his will. And preserve us day and night. 3 To that great Redeemer's praise, Who the covenant sealed with blood. Let our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgivings to our God. John ITewton 12 WORSHIP. MONKLAND. Rev. Jonu B. Wilkes. m — i m ;m m ■ ^ — •0- -0- ' -0- ■»■ 1. Sohgs of praise the an ^ gels sang, Heaven with hal - le - la - jahs rang, II J . > =S2= e ite » w ^m 3E r :fi: --i m ^ -*—^ r When Je m^^^^m ho - vah's work be - gnn, When .he spake and it was done. J ^ ^ .. ^ -•— ^ S= ::&: 1 <44 Saints and angels praising God. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born : Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Saints below, with heart and voice. Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 4 Borne upon their latest breath. Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then amid eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. Jamas Montgoeisry. <4i) Let all the people pravie Him. 1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name ; For his mercies, firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. 2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice. Gathered out of every land, As the people of his choice. Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 3 Let the elders praise the Lord, Him let all the people praise, When they meet with one accord, In his courts on holy days. 4 Praise him, ye who know his love ; Praise him from the depths beneath ; Praise him in the heights above ; Praise your Maker, all that breathe. 5 For his truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be. Like the years of his right hand, Like his own eternity. Jsmes Montcomery. 13 dKi Praise and prayer. 1 Glory be to God on high, God, whose glory fills the sky ! Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing ; Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power, and God of love. 3 Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ, the Father's only Son, Lamb of God for sinners slain. Saviour of offending man. 4 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow. Hear, the world's atonement, thou ! Jesus, in thy name we pray, Take, O take our sins away. Charles Wesley. -* / Praise the Lord. 1 Praise the Lord, his glories show. Saints within his courts below. Angels round his throne above, All that see and share his love. 2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace; Praise his providence and grace ; All that he for man hath done. All he sends us through his Son. 4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts. In the concert bear your parts ; All that breathe, your Lord adore. Praise him, praise him, evermore ! Haorr x*. I' Ml - fi - nite lengths be - yond the bounds Where stars re - volve their lit tie rounds! f — '-til— »-»4— ^H ^^ Solemn adorntion. 1 Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds! 2 Thee while the first archangel sings. He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? We would adore our Maker too ; From sin and dust to thee we ciy, The Great, the Holy, and the High. 4 Earth, from afar, hath 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 is in heaven, and men below : Be short our tunes ; our words be few : A solemn reverence checks our songs. And praise sits silent on our tongues. Isaac Watts. Oi/ Living bread. 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 fix our iuarts and hopes above: With food divine may we be fed. And satisfied with living bread. IT 3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy ; And may we, in thy faith and fear. Reduce to practice what we hear. 4 Father, in us thy Son reveal ; Teach us to know and do thv will : Thy saving power and love display. And guide us to the realms of day. John Fswoett. ' 4U God revealed to faith. 1 Not here, as to the prophet's eye, The Lord upon his throne appears ; Nor seraphim responsive cry, " Holy ! thrice holy ! " in our ears : 2 Yet God is present in this place, Veiled in serener majesty; So full of glor)\ trutti, and grace. That faith alone such light can see. 3 Nor, as he in the temple taught. Is Christ within these walls revealed, When blind, and deat", and dumb were brought. Lepers and lame, and all were healed : 4 Yet here, when two or three shall meet. Or thronging multitudes are found. All may sit down at Jesus' feet, And hear from him the joyful sound. 5 Send forth the seraphim. O Lord, To touch thy servants' lips with fire ; Saviour, give them thy f.Tilhful word; Come, Holy Ghost, their hearts inspin'^ James Montsomeiy. WORSHIP. WAUGH, S. M. 1^ Rev. Ealph Haeribok. IeS^ -*-, Lord, 1. Come, ye that love the And let your joys kno'wn ; J*!- -dS^i- a Bong with sweet ac - cord. While ye sur - round his throne. r5_^ -^ 11 -(!5'-'' ■ — r^^ , 4.^ Creating love and redeeming grace. 1 Father, in whom we live, In whom we are, and move, The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love. 2 Let all the angel throng Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes to the sky. 3 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransomed race Render in thanks their lives to thee. For thy redeeming grace. 4 The grace to sinners showed, Ye heavenly choirs proclaim. And cry, " Salvation to our God, Salvation to the Lamb ! " Charles Wesley. 4I:»5 The sacrifice of j^raise. 1 With joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies. Where dwells eternal Love. 2 Before thy throne we bow, O thou almighty King ; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing. 3 While in thy house we kneel. With trust and holy fear. Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. 4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing ; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring. Thomas Jervla. 4 X Glory begun below. :l Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne. ;2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God, But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. :3 The God that rules on high. That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas ; • 4 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love ; JHe will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. ,5 There we shall see his face. And never, never sin ; 'There, from the rivers of his grace. Drink endless pleasures in : 6 Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 7 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow : 8 Then let our songs abound. And eveiy tear be dry ; We 're marching through Immanuel's ground. To fairer worlds on higth. Isaao Watts, alt. by J. Wesley. 18 WORSHIP. MALVERN. L. M. LowBLL Masos. 1. Je - sus, -where'er thy peo - pie meet, There they be - hold thy mer - cy - seat ; # — r* • ^ ' rp-' 1 :ji — p — bgzrdi 44 T'Ae ^>-m< Shepherd with his flock. 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, Dost dwell with those of humble 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 'i'he sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise. And bring all heaven before our eyes. William Cowper. 4i> Blest hour of prayer. 1 Bl.F.ST hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God ; To send to Heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well ])leased his people's voice to hear ; To hush the penitential sigh. And W'ipe away the mourner's tear. 8 Blest hour, for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given ; And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 4 Hail, peaceful hour ! supremely blest Amid the hours of worldly care ; The hour that yields the spirit rest. That sacred hour, the hour of prayer, 5 And when my hours of prayer are past. And this frail tenement decays. Then may I spend in heaven at last A never-ending hour of praise. Thomas Baffles. 40 For ZiorCs peace. 1 O THOU, our Saviour, Brother, Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise ; The prayers of saints to heaven ascend. Grateful, accepted sacrifice. 2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace; Shed in our hearts thy love abroad ; Thy gifts abundantly increase ; Enlarge, and fill us all with God. 3 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go. And guide into thy perfect will ; Cau.se us thy hallowed name to know; The work of faith in us fulfill. 4 Help us to make our calling sure ; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as thou thyself art pure. Conformed in all things to our Head. 5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood : Thy blood shall wash us white as snow: Present us sanctified to God, And perfected in love Ijelow. Charles Wesley. 19 WAVE RT REE. WORSHIP. L. M. 61. W. Shoke. J C Lo I God is here! let us a - dore, And own how dread - ful is { Let all with - in us feel his power, And si - lent bow be - fore his face this place ; ? m Who know his power, his grace who prove. Serve him ■with a'wre, with rev-erence love. 13 -'g-r- 1 T By all thy works on earth adored, We worship thee, the common Lord ; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before thy throne. 2 Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings ; Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God ; And " Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Thy glory fills both earth and sky." 3 Father of endless majesty. All might and love we render thee ; Thy true and only Son adore. The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare. The saints' eternal Comforter. Charles Wesley. Lowell MasoN: L. 4 / Lo! God is here. 2 Lo ! God is here ! him day and night United choirs of angels sing : To him, enthroned above all height. Heaven's host their noblest praises bring ; Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song. Who praise thee with a stammering tongue. 3 Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill ; Still may we stand before thy face. Still hear and do thy sovereign will ; To thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice. Gerhard Tersteegen. Tr. by J. Wesley. 4o Iloh/, holy, holy, Lord God of Sahaoth. 1 Infinite God, to thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise ; HEBRON. L. M. -0-0 sr^ 1. OChristwho hast prepared a place Forusaronnd thy tlirftneofgraee.We pray thee,liftoiirheartsabove, And draw them witlithecords of luTe. 4y Lift up our hearts to Thee. 1 O Christ, who hast prepared a place For us around thy throne of grace, We pray thee, lift our hearts above. And draw them with the cords of love. 2 Source of all good, thou, gracious Lord, Art our exceeding great reward ; How transient is our present pain. How boundless our eternal gain ! 20 3 With open face and joyful heart. We then shall see thee as thou art : Our love shall never cease to glow. Our praise shall never cease to flow, 4 Thy never-failing grace to prove, A surety of thine endless love, Send down thy Holy Ghost, to be The raiser of our souls to thee. Saatolius Vietorinus. Tr. by J. Chandler. ELLACOMBE, 7, 6. ^i^^ WORSHIP. 4- l-r-J- ';f^. St. Gall'b Collection. ^ij^^li^p^^^S^^ r.fc^ 1. O God, to us show mer - cy, And bless us in thy grace; Cause thon to shine up - on us D. S. And un - to ev - ery peo - pie The Thy brightness of thy face : 2. sav - ing health be shown. m rS--* That so throughout all na - tions Thy way may be ■well kno'wn. _^_*_ OU Shovj nicrcy. 1 O God, to us show mercy, And bless us in thy grace ; Cause thou to shine upon us The brightness of thy face : 2 That so throughout all nations Thy way may be well known. And unto every people Thy saving health be shown. 3 O God, let people praise thee, Let all the people praise; O let the nations joyful Their songs of gladness raise : LYONS. lO, 11. -■S-T- 4 For thou shalt judge the people In truth and righteousness; And on the earth all nations Shall thy just rule confess. 5 O God, let people praise thee ; Thy praises let them sing; And then in rich abundance The earth her fruit shall bring: 6 The Lord our God shall bless us, God shall his blessing send ; And people all shall fear him To earth's remotest end. Unknown. Francis Joseph IIaydx. -#■ ' L ~""" " I ' ! ft *1 ■*■ TT 1. Yo servants ofGoJ.yonr Master prodaim. AmlDiiblisliaiiroad his won-dorful name; The name ail-victorions of Jesus ei - tol; 1). 8. His liinfidoin is « lorious.and rules over all. t5^iirtt^-:*Ti:f:sT^q:5:S:f; ^-- 4— 0 0-B^0-»-0-i-0 ''mT OTi t9- !j^E*|>:;J O.l TJiniikxii'iving for iyifinite love. 2 God ruk-th on high, almighty to save ; And still he is nigh ; his presence we have : The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus, our King. 3 " Salvation to God, who sits on the throne," Let all :ry aloud, and honor the Son : 21 The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim. Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. 4 Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glor}' and power, all wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above. And thanks never ceasing for infinite love. Charles Wesley. WORSHIP. GREENVILLB. 7, 4. Jean Jaooiteb EotrssKAir. _jgi- I I 1 rn — ' ■ X. Lord, dismissuswiththyblessing, Fillourhearts'withjoy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, —» »-- 1-» 0-^—0 -^ •! - _ • - P|; ,-j^-» — 0 — 0 — •- 1 H: -i^ — \ iV-0 — •-*-» — 0- -. — , — 0^-0-4 0 1 '**! 1 i 1 I 1 _ 1 r*i 1 1 /Wb-J — a-*-* — ^ -J «' J 1 L-^n— j- — 1 1 '^ Td ^ ! 1 1- =1=^-^^^-^ ^ '"^J t bfc^-^zlJ Triumph in red 0 ^ s> eeming grace 1 1 1 ; O re -fresh us, 0 re - fresh ns, Traveling thro' this wil-der-ness. =£ »-j- r-p ^-f = -»_i«_-^ 1 — ^^-^^rJi 1 1 _L , Lr_^_L_jj D-* T^or the fullness of peace and joy. 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. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away. Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. Walter Shirley. 0«5 The apostolic benediction. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love. With the Holy Spirit's favor. Rest upon us from above : Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord : And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. John Kewton. 04 Heavenly joy anticipated. 1 In thy name, O Lord, assembling. We, thy people, now draw near: Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak, and let thy servants hear : Hear with meekness, Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened. May we give them. Lord, to thee : Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be. Till thy glory Without cloud in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore ; Sharing then in rapture greater Than they could conceive before : Full enjoyment. Full and pure, for evermore. Thomas Kelly. 00 For a blessing on the word. 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit, Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each heart thy grace inherit ; Raise the weak, the hungry feed ; From the gospel Now supply thy people's need. 2 O may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word 's designed to give, Let us all, thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive, And forever To thy praise and glory live. Jonathan Evans. 22 WORSHIP. RATHBUN. Ithamae Cokket. IsaiaWs vision. 1 Round the Lord, in glory seated, Cherubim and seraphim Filled his temple, and repeated Each to each the alternate hymn : 2 " Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fullness stored ; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord." ,3 Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, " Holy, holy, holy," singing, " Lord of hosts. Lord God most high." 4 With hi3 seraph train before him. With his holy Church below, Thus unite we to adore him : Bid we thus our anthem flow : 5 " Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fullness stored ; Unto thee be glory given. Holy, holy, holy Lord." Bichard Mant. 5< Exhortation to praixc God. 1 Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him Praise him, angels, in the height ; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail; God halh made his saints victorious ; Sin and death shall not prevail. 23 4 Praise the God of our salvation : Hosts on high, his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation. Laud and magnify his name. John Kempthome. 00 Glory to the Lamb. 1 Hark! the notes of angels, singing, " Glory, glory to the Lamb I " All in heaven their tribute bringing, Raising high the Saviour's name. 2 Ye for whom his life was given. Sacred themes to you belong : Come, assist the choir of heaven ; Join the everlasting song. 3 See ! the angelic hosts have crowned him, Jesus rills the throne on high ; Countless myriads, hovering round him, With his praises rend the sky. 4 Filled with holy emulation. Let us vie with those above: Sweet the theme, a free salvation. Fruit of everlasting love. 5 I-Lndless life in him possessing, Let us praise his precious name ; Gloiy, honor, power, and blessing. Be forever to the Lamb. Thomas Kcuy. O »/ Dism i.txion. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hid us now dej)art in peace ; Still on heavenly manna feeding. Let our faith and love increase : Fill each breast with consolation ; Up to thee our hearts we raise : When we reach our blissful station, Then we '11 give thee nobler jiraise. Edwin SmyUie. WORSHIP. BELMONT. C. M. Samuel Webbe. :^=± ri=i 1. Lord, when we bend be gifi :a: fore thy throne, And our r con - fes sions pour, rsT- 1^ UU Confession, prayer, and jyraise. 1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, 0 may we feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see ; True penitence impart; And let a healing ray from thee Beam peace into each heart. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer. May we our wills resign ; And not a thought our bosom share Which is not wholly thine. 4 And when, with heart and voice, we strive Our grateful hymns to raise. Let love divine within us live, And fill our souls with praise. 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, Thy mercies we '11 review ; With love divine transported, tell — Thou, God, art Father too ! Joseph D. Carlyle. OX Divine guidance, and rest, 1 Before thy mercy-seat, O Lord, Behold, thy servants stand. To ask the knowledge of thy word, The guidance of thy hand. 2 Let thy eternal truths, we pray, Dwell richly in each heart ; That from the safe and narrow way We never may depart. 24 3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal. Unfold its hidden store ; And, as we read, O may we feel Its value more and more. 4 Help us to see the Saviour's love Beaming from every page ; And let the thoughts of joys above Our inmost souls engage. 5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides, Shall we be truly blest ; And safe arrive where love provides An everlasting rest. William H. Bathurst. D,^ For a benediction on the truth. 1 O God, by whom the seed is given. By whom the harvest blest ; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast ; 2 Preserve it from the passing feet. And plunderers of the air. The sultry sun's intenser heat. And weeds of worldly care. 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown. Do thou thy grace supply: The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky. Reginald Heber. WORSHIP MARLOW. C. M. Ebv. John Chttoaii. d--=F=± 1. Come, ye that love the Sav - iour's name, And joy 9--^t=r make ■0- —» it known, ^ -p • #- be - fore his throne. The Sove- reign of your hearts pro - claim. And bow 00 The glories of our King. 1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name. And joy to make it known, The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your Lord, your Master, crowned With glories all divine ; And tell the wondering nations round How bright those glories shine. 3 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. 4 And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise: Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies. Anne Steele. b4 The Deairc of all nationx. 1 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints, Our humble strains attend. While, with our praises and complaints, Low at thy feet we bend. 2 How should our songs, like those above. With warm devotion rise ! How should our souls, on wings of love. Mount upward to the skies ! 25 3 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise In us the heavenly flame ; Then shall our lips resound thy praise. Our hearts adore thy name. 4 Now, Saviour, let thy glory shine, And fill thy dwellings here. Till life, and love, and joy divine, A heaven on earth appear. 5 Then shall our hearts, enraptured, say, " Come, great Redeemer, come. And bring the bright, the glorious day, That calls thy children home." Anne Steele. UO Invoking divine blensings. 1 Within thy house, O Lord our God, In majesty appear ; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 As we thy mercy-seat surround. Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ; And let thy gospel's joyful sound. With power reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain ; Here give the mourner rest ; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And fer\'ent prayer arise. Till higher strains our tongues employ. In realms beyond the skies. Unknown. DUKE STREET. WORSHIP. L. M. John Hattox. ^1i=Fd==^-J:FF=^i:J:F=:3==^==i=td= -! — ^ — \-if&. * — i-H '—i\-^ — I — ^ • — « — h^ « 122: yz 1 1. Come, let us tune our loft - iest song, And raise to Christ our joy- ful strain; iaigt=-^^3-^" ii^i^ ^ ■(& — « — «- q=5 :— ^: — \—ff- -gr -tS^- -&- •t »_^_ u :si -iiS^ Wor - ship and thanks to m=^^ ^— s- him be - long, Who reigns, and shall for - ev - er reign. _ ■♦- I 1 ' I I -^ <2 G>- » » "lmZ»:^. a 9- -s>- i?SS DO Jesus reigns. 1 Come, let us tune our loftiest song, And raise to Christ our joyful strain; Worship and thanks to him belong, Who reigns, and shall forever reign. 2 His sovereign power our bodies made ; Our souls are his immortal breath ; And when his creatures sinned, he bled. To save us from eternal death. 3 Burn every breast with Jesus' love ; Bound every heart with rapturous joy ; And saints on earth, with saints above, Your voices in his praise employ. 4 Extol the Lamb with loftiest song. Ascend for him our cheerful strain ; Worship and thanks to him belong. Who reigns, and shall forever reign. Kobert A. West. D I The bond of love. 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee : Thy saints adore thy holy name ; Thy creatures bend the obedient knee, And humbly now thy presence claim. 2 Eternal Source of truth and light, To thee we look, on thee we call; Lord, we are nothing in thy sight, But thou to us art all in all. 3 Still may thy children in thy word Their common trust and refuge see ; O bind us to each other. Lord, By one great bond, — the love of thee. P=2= F =F m 26 4 Here, at the portal of thy house. We leave our mortal hopes and fears ; Accept our prayers, and bless our vows. And dry our penitential tears. 5 So shall our sun of hope arise With brighter still and brighter ray. Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day. Sir J. £. Smitb. Do The praises of Jehovah. 1 Servants of God, in joyful lays,- Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise ; His glorious name let all adore. From age to age, for evermore. 2 Blest be that name, supremely blest, From the sun's rising to its rest ; Above the heavens his power is known. Through all the earth his goodness shown, 3 Who is like God ? so great, so high. He bows himself to view the sky ; And yet, with condescending grace. Looks down upon the human race. 4 He hears the uncomplaining moan Of those who sit and weep alone ; He lifts the mourner from the dust ; In him the poor may safely trust. 5 O then, aloud, in joyful lays. Sing to the Lord Jehovah's praise ; His saving name let all adore, From age to age, for evermore. James Montgomery. WORSHIP. GILEAD. L. M. Etiexne Henri Mehul. J— J-rJ- -a — rs 1. Great God, at - tend, while Zi - on sings The joy that from thy presence springs ; S^^^^^m\ To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. Oil t/by of prchlic worship. 1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs ; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace. Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power. Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is oor sun, he makes our day ; God is our shield, he guards our way From all assaults of hell and sin, From foes without, and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too ; He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee ; Hlest is the man that trusts in thee. Isaac 'Watts. / U The eternal God exalted. 1 Eternal God, celestial King, Exalted be thy glorious name ; Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing, And saints on earth thy love proclaim. 2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God ; I rest my hope on thee alone ; I '11 spread thy sacred truths abroad. To all mankind thy love make known. 27 3 Awake, my tongue ; awake, my lyre ; With morning's earliest dawn arise ; To songs of joy my soul inspire. And swell your music to the skies. 4 With those who in thy grace abound. To thee I'll raise my thankful voice ; Till every land, the earth around. Shall hear, and in thy name rejoice. William Wrangham. i 1 Hosanna to the living Lord. 1 Hosanna to the living Lord ! Hosanna to the incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. 2 " Hosanna, Lord ! " thine angels cry, " Hosanna, Lord ! " thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around. The dead and living swell the sound. 3 O Saviour, with protecting care Return to this, thy house of prayer. Assembled in thy sacred name. Where wc thy parting promise claim. 4 But chiefest in our cleansed breast. Eternal, bid thy Spirit rest, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy thee. .^ So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy tlock, redeemed from sinful stain. Shall swell the sound of jiraise again. Besiiiald Eeber. WORSHIP— SABBATH, MENDEBRAS Gbemaij Melody, ark. bx Lo-well Masok. O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, \ balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright: 3 On thee, the high and lo-wly. ges joined in tune, Sing "Ho -ly, ho ly, ho - ly," To the great God Tri - une. - . -r?- -P- ^ -»^ ^ ^->e- i (i Day of rent and gladness. 2 On thee, at the creation, The hght first had its birth ; On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee, our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven ; And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls ; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, WARSAW. H. M. Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 4 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest. We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest ; To Holy Ghost be praises. To Father, and to Son ; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Christopher Wordsworth. 3=1 m -p^ .^j- Thomas Clat.e. ^•V ■#— SB .'LiL >^ 1. Awake, ye saints, a'wake! And hail this sacred day: In loftiest songs of praise Your joy-fal I IN' • \ ^ vt r^— rS-e-i P=i= mm ^1 V V ^— 4t ^~^rT ^ d: PsiiP homage pay : Come, bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's e - ter - nal rest. 'i^rrii — 9- * :t >=ta^ * «-» Joyful homage. 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose ; He burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love. P^ f- 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings. And earth, in humbler strains. Thy praise responsive sings : Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain. Through endless years to live and reign. Elizabeth Seott. alt. by T. CotteriU. i 28 WORSHIP— SABBATH. MERTON, C. M. n ! : 1 -.d^ - 1 1 Henet Kemble Olivee. 1 1 — , i -~ 1 1. With joy we hail the * * * ± ^TtJ -— T ra - cred day, '' CVhich Goi has called his . own ; v.— a "] U-ir^ ^_^_«_^_^ ^ a 2 ^ 9 # » — ; 1 1 1 i 1 1 ' / 4 Sabbath and sanctuary joys. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! As here thy servants throng To breathe the humble, fervent prayer. And pour the grateful song. 3 Spirit of grace ! O deign to dwell Within thy Church below ; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. 4 Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite. To spread with holy zeal around Her clear and shining light. 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day Which thou hast called thine own ; With joy the summons we obey To worship at thy throne. Harriet Auber. /O Easter Sunday. 1 The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest. Who, joyful, in harmonious lays Employ an endless rest. 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee. We blest and pious grow ; By hymns of praise we learn to be Triumphant here below. 3 On this glad day a brighter scene Of glor)' was displayed, By the eternal Word, than when This universe was made. 4 He rises, who mankind has bought With grief and pain extreme : 'Twas great to speak the world from naught; 'Twas greater to redeem. Samuel Wesley, Jr. / O We vAIl rejoice, and be glad in it. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing; Let songs of triumph hail the morn ; Hosanna to our King ! 2 The Stone the builders set at naught. That Stone has now become The sure foundation and the strength Of Zion's heavenly dome. 3 Christ is that Stone, rejected once. And numbered with the slain ; Now raised in glory, o'er his Church Eternally to reign. 4 This is the day the Lord hath made : O earth, rejoice and sing ; With songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King ! Harriet Auber. 77 Sabbath liyht. 1 Again the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray. Dispels the darkness of the night, And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt A guilty world in gloom ! O 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 happy morn. Which scatters ble^ings from its wings On nations yet unborn. Mm. Anna Ii. Barbanld. WORSHIP— SABBATH. OVERBERG. L. M. JoHANN Chrtstian HEcmiCH EnTK. 9- 1. Lord of tlie Sab -bath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house, ^ i flH*. ^ ^ '-U-- -f- -*— - J-^-:=i=3 ^— ^- And o'wn, as grate - fal sac - ri - fice, The songs -which from thy serv - ants rise. ^& ;=t ^=i^ ae i i o Ardent liope of heavenly rest. 1 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy ser\'ants rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress. Nor sin nor hell, shall reach the place ; No sighs shall mingle with the songs. Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun; But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day, begin ! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road. And sleep in death, to rest with God. Philip Doddridge. / \j Sahhath evening : Thy Mngdom come. i Millions within thy courts have met. Millions this day before thee bowed ; Their faces Zionward were set. Vows with their lips to thee they vowed. 2 But thou, soul-searching God ! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee ; And hast accepted those alone. Who in the spirit worshiped thee. 3 People of many a tribe and tongue, Of various languages and lands, Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung, And offered prayer with holy hands. 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh. Hath failed this day some suit to gain To those in trouble thou wert nigh ; Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 0 Yet one prayer more ; — and be it one. In which both heaven and earth accord;- Fulfill thy promise to thy Son : Let all that breathe call Jesus, Lord ! James Montgomery. oU Sabbath evening rest. 1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; For these blest hours the world I leave. Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 The time how lovely and how still ! Peace shines and smiles on all below ; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill. All fair with evening's setting glow. 3 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love ; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 4 Nor will our days of toil be long ; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song. The endless Sabbath of our God. James Edmeeton. WORSHIP— SABBATH. ROCKINGHAM. L. M. 1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; 81 Delights of the Sabbath. 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 truth by night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 0 may my heart in tune be found. Like David's harp of solemn sound. 15 When grace has purified my heart. Then I shall share a glorious part ; And fresh su])plies of joy be shed. Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All 1 desired or wished below ; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Isaac Watta. O.W Fledge of glorious rest. 1 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest ; Improve the day thy God hath blest: Another six days' work is done ; Another Sabbath is begun. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies. And draw from Christ that sweet repose. Which none but he that feels it knows! .3 This heavenly calin 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. 4 In holy duties, let the day. In holy comforts, pass away ; How sweet a Sal)i)ath thus to spend. In hope of one that ni'cr sliall end! Joseph Stennott. 31 00 Hailing the Sabbaths return. 1 My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of this returning day; My thoughts, O 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 O 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. James Hutton. o4 Undisturbed devotion. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone! Let my religious hours alone : Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; 1 wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 O warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire : Come, sacred .Si)irit, from above. And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare I How sweet thine entertainments are ! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! In thee thy Feather's glories shine ; Thy glorious name shall be adored, And eveiy tongue confess thee Lord. laaao Watta. WORSHIP— SABBATH. LISBON. s. M. 1 1 K 1 Daniel Eead. 1 lk\^ -/ — J — -H^ ^- — -j — « Z^^ % ^' — ^— — J— # -^^ 1. Wei - r'vTii-'ft-fi ^ cor ne, sweet f f — -#• day — # 0 ' of 1 — 6^ ' rest, I g That 1 f saw -*■ the — •— Lord 0 1 a •— ^ rise ; R:Sutt-3 — F — — —%=!- -i— — »— ^ — — g — ^#=1=^ — W 0 1 1 — b ' • fc^ 1 » - I .fe«: ia^] t-^- Wel - come to ing breast, And these re - joic N I ing eyes ! ^S*-3^1 % Ot) y/ie Sahhath welcome. 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 in such a place. Where thou, my God, art seen. 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. Isaac Watts. oU Bay of light, rest, peace, praym: 1 This is the day of light: Let there be light to-day ; O Day-spring, rise upon our night. And chase its gloom away. 2 This is the day of rest : Our failing strength renew ; On weary brain and troubled breast Shed thou thy freshening dew. 3 This is the day of peace : Thy peace our spirits fill ; Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, The waves of strife be still. 32 4 This is the day of prayer : Let earth to heaven draw near ; Lift up our hearts to seek thee there ; Come down to meet us here. 5 This is the first of days : Send forth thy quickening breath. And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death ! John Ellerton. 0 / The eternal Sabbath. 1 Hail to the Sabbath day ! The day divinely given. When men to God their homage pay, And earth draws near to heaven. 2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend. And bless thy love, and own thy power. Our Father and our Friend. 3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God : 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon immeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of vast eternity. 5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light. Stephen Q-. BtOflnch.. WORSHIP— SABBATH SABBATH MORN. 7. 61. I lit time. Lowell Mason. ^-^;^*-P^— *— *— *H . r Safe - 17 through another week, God has brought us on our way; (Let us now a bless-ing seek, (Omit.) 5 Waiting in his courts to-day: ^ M. • ^ JL ^ JZ. *• -0- ■^ — [-*---# — y — 0 — [-g — Yr0- -0~\-0 — f — - — 0-\- all the week the best, all the week the best. ff I .'^ i'> "^ .^ ~ ^ Emblem of e - ter-nal rest. } (Omit.) 5 Emblem of e - ter-nal rest. "OO Safely through another week. 2 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconcildd face, Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May w'e rest this day in thee. S Here we come thy name to praise ; May we feel thy presence near : THATCHER. S. M. May thy glory meet our eyes. While we in thy house appear: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints : Thus may all our Sabbaths prove. Till we join the Church above. John Newtoo. George FnEnERiCK IIaxpeu P; -f^r-^ mwmm^m 1. Glad was my heart to hear f"- pr-^ pr-^ My old companions say, "Come, in the house of God ap - pear, --F Tot 'tis m^- >^%E --T-^-a- ?=^ -r-t Oy Gladness in the house of prayer. 2 Thither the tribes repair, Where all are wont to meet ; And, joyful in the house of prayer. Bend at the mercy-seat, 3 day.' 11 33 3 Pray for Jerusalem, The city of our God ; Lord, send thy blessing down to them That love the dear abode. 4 Within these walls may peace And harmony be found ; Zion, in all thy palaces, Prosperity abound ! 5 For friends and brethren dear. Our prayer shall never cease : Oft .IS they meet for worship here, God send his people pe.ice ! Jamea Montcomny. WORSHIP— SABBATH. DIJON, 7. German Evesing Htmk. 1. Day of God, thou bless - ed day, At thy dawn the grave gave way I • i9- i~:~EF^^^ -i9- yU Immortality and light. 1 Day of God, thou blessed day, At thy dawn the grave gave way To the power of Him within. Who had, sinless, bled for sin. 2 Thine the radiance to illume First, for man, the dismal tomb. When its bars their weakness owned. There revealing death dethroned. 3 Then the Sun of righteousness Rose, a darkened world to bless, Bringing up from mortal night Immortality and light. 4 Day of glory, day of power. Sacred be thine every hour; Emblem, earnest, of the rest That remaineth for the blest. Hannah F. Gould. y JL The first of days. 1 On this day, the first of days, God the Father's name we praise ; Who, creation's Lord and Spring, Did the world from darkness bring. 2 On this day the Eternal Son Over death his triumph won ; On this day the Spirit came With his gifts of living flame. 3 O that fervent love to-day May in e\"ery heart have sway. Teaching us to praise aright God, the source of life and light ! 4 God, the blessed Three in One, Dwell within my heart alone ; Thou dost give thyself to me. May I give myself to thee. Sir Henry W. Baker. iji^ Sabbath evening. 1 Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day ; Gently as life's setting sun. When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades ; All things tell of calm repose, At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad ; 'Tis the holy peace of God, Symbol of the peace within When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near. Where the evening worshiper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. 5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be Days of joy and peace in thee. Till in heaven our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. Samuel F. Smith. 34 WORSHIP— MORNING AND EVENING. EVENTIDE. WrLUAM IIeset Moxk. y«i Abide with me. 1 Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide, The darkness deepens— Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 thou, who changest not, abide with me ! 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine. Lord, abide with me ! 4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory } 1 triumph still, if thou abide with me. 6 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom and point ine to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! Hanry F. I^yte. cf'* Parting hymn of praise. 1 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise. With one accord, our parting hymn of praise ; We stand to bless thee ere our worship cease. Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of peace. 2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way ; With thee began, with thee shall end the day ; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame. That in this house have called upon thy name. 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night. Turn thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep thy children free. For dark and light are both alike to thee, 4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life. Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease. Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. John Ellerton. WORSHIP— MORNING AND EVENING. PETERBORO'. G. M. Kev. Ralph Haekisoit. izzS: m -^ 1. Once more, my soul, the ris Sa - lutes thy wak - ing eyes; "O Renciued consecration. 1 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heavens on which he sits. To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins might rouse his wrath to flame, But yet his wrath delays. 4 Great God, let all my hours be thine. Whilst I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline. And bring a peaceful night. Isaac Watts. y O Morning supplications. 1 Awake, my soul, to meet the day ; Unfold thy drowsy eyes. And burst the heavy chain that binds Thine active faculties. 2 God's guardian shield was round me spread In my defenseless sleep : Let him have all my waking hours Who doth my slumbers keep. 3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth. And arm my soul with grace. 36 As, rising, now I seal my vows To prosecute thy ways. 4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise ; Thy radiant beams display ; And guide my dark, bewildered soul To everlasting day. Philip Doddridge. y / Angelic giiardianship. 1 All praise to Him who dwells in bliss. Who made both day and night ; Whose throne is in the vast abyss Of uncreated light. 2 Each thought and deed his piercing eyes With strictest search survey ; The deepest shades no more disguise, Than the full blaze of day. 3 Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings. No evil shall molest : Under the shadow of thy wings Shall they securely rest. 4 Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep : Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads. For thou dost never sleep. 5 May we with calm and sweet repose. And heavenly thoughts refreshed, Our eyelids with the morn unclose, And bless thee, ever blest. Charles Wesleiy. WORSHIP— MORNING AND EVENING. WARWICK. C. M. S-IMCEL StaNLTT. Sfeeb :s=:c, 7:>i -X ^1 the morn - ing thou shalt hear My voice as - cend - ing high: ,J I I h22ZZl VrO Preparation for public worship. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone. To plead for all his saints, Presenting, at the Father's throne, Our 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. 4 Now to thy house will I resort. To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face. Isaac Watts. UtJ Warmest (hanks. 1 Now from the altar of our hearts. Let warmest thanks arise ; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our evening sacrifice. 2 This day God was our sun and shield. Our keeper and our guide ; His care was on our weakness shown. His mercies multiplied. 3 Minutes and mercies multiplied, Have made up all this day ; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they. 4 New time, new favors, and new joys, Do a new song require : Till we shall praise thee as we would. Accept our hearts' desire. John Mason. 37 X U U Grateful praise. 1 Lord of my life, O may thy praise Employ my noblest powers. Whose goodness lengthens out my days. And fills the circling hours. 2 While many spent the night in sighs. And restless pains and woes. In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, And undisturbed repose. 3 O let the same almighty care My waking hours attend ; From every danger, every snare. My heedless steps defend. Anne Steele. xUX 7'he Christian home. 1 Happy the home when God is there. And love fills every breast ; When one their wish, and one their prayer. And one their heavenly rest. 2 Happy the home where Jesus' name Is sweet to ever)' car; Where children early lisp his fame, And parents hold him dear. 3 Happy the home where prayer is heard, And praise is wont to rise ; Where parents love the sacred word. And live but for the skies. 4 Lord, let us in our homes agree, This blessed peace to gain ; Unite our hearts in love to thee, And love to all will reign. Unknown. WORSHIP— MORNING AND EVENING. HURSLEY. L. M. :=]=^=:j= =1=q=^ :=-!- J— 4- --4— ' -J— J— J-=^=; Peter Eittek. Ark. by "William Henry Monk. 1. Sun of my soul, thou Sav - iour dear, vrvf— I* * »— :!£ -m is not night if thou be near » — » — » — s*- S '^^^^i cr ='^ .Sz d-'— — * — Evening meditation. 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; O may we all remember well The night of death draws near. 2 We lay our garments by. Upon our beds to rest ; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we've here possessed. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night. Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when we early rise. And view the unwearied sun. May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past. And we from time remove, O may we in thy bosom rest. The bosom of thy love. John Iieland. [C. M. Tune, Ev.in. Page 156.] A i. 4 Protection invoked. 1 In mercy. Lord, remember me. Through all the hours of night, And grant to me most graciously The safeguard of thy might. 2 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes. Since thou wilt not remove ; O in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. 3 Or if this night should prove my last. And end my transient days. Lord, take me to thy promised rest. Where I may sing thy praise. John F. Hcrzog. MORNING AND EVENING. N N N Darius Eliot Jones. WORSHIP STOCKWELL. 8, 7. I 1. Silently thesliadesof evening Gather round my Wlj door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. X A «> Memories of the dead. 1 Silently the shades of evening • Gather round my lowly door; Silently they bring before me Faces I shall see no more. 2 O the lost, the unforgotten, Though the world be oft forgot ! O the shrouded and the lonely, In our hearts they perish not! 3 Living in the silent hours, Where our spirits only blend, They, unlinked with earthly trouble, We, still hoping for its end. 4 How such holy memories cluster, Like the stars when storms are past. Pointing up to that fair heaven We may hope to gain at last. Christopher C. Cox. MERCY. XX O Trust in God^s care. 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, • Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing ; Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us. Though the arrows past us tly, Angel guards from thee surround us; We are safe, if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art he who, never v/eaiy, Watchest where thy people be! 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us. And our couch become our tomb. May the morn in heaven awake us. Clad in light and deathless bloom. James Edmeston. Louis Moreau Gottschalk. Art?, bt E. P. Parker. :d: -t—i—^ §i# Free from care, from la e — « J — ^ — ^ T- -^\ bor free, Lord, we would commune with thee. i-J — 0 — F — r* — • — I* — nS *- >l>3 ^ — h»— i Y- -^ S ItZI: X X / Communion ivith Ood. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within. Pardon each infirmity. Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon from us the light of day Shall forever pass away ; Then, from sin and sorrow free. Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee. Georom thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone. And power and v.'iadom too : Without the Si)int of thy Son, We nothing good can do. 3 We cannot speak one useful word. One holy thought conceive. Unless, in answer to our Lord, Thyself the blessing give. 46 4 His blood demands the purchased grace: His blood's availing plea Obtained the help for all our race, And sends it down to me. 5 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The power on thee to call, In whom we are, and move, and live ; Our God is all in all. Charles Wesley. 125 Ml/ Father. 1 O God, thy power is wonderful. Thy glory passing bright ; Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight. 2 I see thee in the eternal years In glory all alone, Ere round thine uncreated fires Created light had shone. 3 I see thee walk in Eden's shade, I see thee all through time ; Thy patience and compassion seem New attributes sublime. 4 I see thee when the doom is o'er, And outworn time is done. Still, still incomprehensible, O God, yet not alone. 5 Angelic spirits, countless souls. Of thee have drunk their till ; And to eternity will drink Thy joy and glory still. 6 O little heart of mine ! shall pain Or sorrow make thee moan, When all this God is all lor thee. A Father ail thine own' Frrd.iiwk W. later. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. ALL SAINTS. L. M. Jlift? \—r^- -I l-r-T^ ^r-l 1 1— r-J' 1. O S«i*3 God, thou bot - torn - less a - tyss! Thee to per - fee - tion -who can know ? 'i^-Ti- M -^ r\ * •-'-I'^l- P 'J a — l: 22=: (&- ■g — « — ,- I I hsight immense ! what words suf - floe ^:5u+t -,&— ■iS- t— * — 9- Thy countless I I G 1 — * — r*^ a- ^ r »> 1 — 9 — r'^ =irq=4=pq=q=g=F5=13 tri - butes to show ? x-~- •♦- -^ ■«- ii 126 FIRST PART. The Unsearchable. 2 Greatness unspeakable is thine ; Greatness, whose undiminished ray, When short-lived worlds are lost, shall shine, When earth and heaven are fled away. 3 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, Essential life's unbounded sea, What lives and moves, lives by thy word ; It lives, and moves, and is, from thee. 4 High is thy power above all height; Whate'er thy will decrees is done; Thy wisdom, equal to thy might. Only to thee, O God, is known! Ernest Lange. Tr. by J. Wesley. J 2"^ SECOND PART. Wisdom, love, power. 1 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone; Justice and truth before thee stand: Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne, Mercy withholds thy lifted hand. 2 Each evening shows thy tender love. Each rising morn thy plenteous grace ; Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move. Thy willing mercy flies apace. 3 To thy benign, indulgent care. Father, this light, this breath, we owe ; And all we have, and all we are, From thee, great Source of being, flow. 4 Thrice Holy ! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine; And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine. Ernest Lange. Tr. by J. Wesley. 46 A ^ O Immanuel, God loith us. 1 Eternal depth of love divine. In Jesus, God with us, displayed ; How bright thy beaming glories shine ! How wide thy healing streams are spread ! 2 With whom dost thou delight to dwell? Sinners, a vile and thankless race ! O God, what tongue aright can tell How vast thy love, how great thy grace ! 3 The dictates of thy sovereign will With joy our grateful hearts receive ; All thy delight in us fulfill ; Lo, all we are to thee we give. 4 To thy sure love, thy tender care. Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign ; 0 fix thy sacred presence there, And seal the abode forever thine. Nicolaus L. Zinzendorf. Tr. by J. Wesley. 1^ i) For the grace of the Holy Trinity. 1 Blest Spirit, one with God above, Thou source of life and holy love, O cheer us with thy sacred beams, Refresh us with thy plenteous streams. 2 O may our lips confess thy name. Our holy lives thy power proclaim ; With love divine our hearts inspire. And fill us with thy holy fire. 3 O holy Father, holy Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Thy grace devoutly we implore ; Thy name be praised for evermore. i^om the Latin. Tr. by J. Chanc:::- . GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. HA.MBXJRG. L. M. are. frosi a. Geegorian Chant, by Lottell Masok. s^=*=J.= • — ^g #->5^ 'gi> 5-#- *— *— 1. God is the uame my soul a - dores, The almighty Three, the e - ter - nal One: -Is*' -I«jU Incomprehensible glory, 1 God is the name my soul adores, The almighty Three, the eternal One: Nature and grace, with all their powers, Confess the Infinite Unknown. 2 Thy voice produced the sea and spheres. Bade the waves roar, the planets shine ; But nothing like thyself appears Through all these spacious works of thine. 3 Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run : Thy being no succession knows. And all thy vast designs are one. 4 A glance of thine runs through the globe. Rules the bright worlds, and moves their frame ; Of light thou form'st thy dazzling robe; Thy ministers are living flame. 5 How shall polluted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace ? Beneath thy feet we lie afar, And see but shadows of thy face. 6 Who can behold the blazing light ? Who can approach consuming flame? None but thy wisdom knows thy might ; None but thy word can speak thy name. Isaac Watta. A«J I JchovalCs hoUneax. 1 Holy as thou, O Lord, is none ; Thy holiness is all thine own ; A drop of that unbounded sea Is ours, — a drop derived from thee: 47 2 And when thy purity we share, Thine only glor\- we declare ; And, humbled into nothing, own. Holy and pure is God alone. 3 Sole, self-existing God and Lord, By all thy heavenly hosts adored, Let all on earth bow down to thee. And own thy peerless majesty : 4 Thy power unparalleled confess. Established on the rock of peace ; The rock that never shall remove, The rock of pure, almighty love. Charles Wesley. X«J^ From everlastincf to everlasting. 1 Ere mountains reared their forms sub- lime. Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time. From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages, in their flight, With thee are as a fleeting day ; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, A passing thought, that soon is o'er. That fades with morning's earliest beam. And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the wisflom give Each passing moment so to spend. That we at length with thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. Harriet Aubor. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. LUTON. L. M Rev. Geokge Burdee. can reach th? theme ? X«JO Omnipotence and vjisdom. 1 Come, O my soul, in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise : But O what tongue can speak his fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme ? 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres. He glory like a garment wears ; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs. Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Declare the glory of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds shall join the song. Thomas Blacklock. 134 The Lord is King. 1 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice ! From world to world the joy shall ring. The Lord omnipotent is King. 2 The Lord is King ! child of the dust. The Judge of all the earth is just ; Holy and true are all his ways : Let every creature speak his praise. 3 He reigns ! ye saints, exalt your strains ; Your God is King, your Father reigns ; And he is at the Father's side, The Man of love, the Crucified. 4 Come, make your wants, your burdens known. He will present them at the throne ; And angel bands are waiting there His messages of love to bear. 5 O when his wisdom can mistake. His might decay, his love forsake. Then may his children cease to sing. The Lord omnipotent is King. Josiah Conder. -I »J O Omnipresence. 1 Lord of all being ! throned afar. Thy glory flames from sun and star , Center and soul of every sphere. Yet to each loving heart how near ! 2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! 4 Lord of all life, below, above. Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love. Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no luster of our own. 5 Grant us thy truth to make us free. And kindling hearts that burn for thee. Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. Oliver W. Holmc3. d8 GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. NIC^EA. 11, 12, lO. Eev. John Cacchus Dykes. -M- nr P . r -#■• I .-- , ' » ex 1. Holy, ho - ly, ho - ly, Lord G-od Almighty I Ear-ly in themoming oursongshalliisetothee.; nri*-Ji- m&m^ d — i-- 5* ^-*-T — *g»^*-T-S^ Ho - ly, ho - ly, ho - ly, mer-ci - fnl and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trin-i - ty I xw-*-f ■«- -^ 136 Holi,, holy, Jiohf. 1 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee ; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert,and art, and evermore shalt be. UXBRIDGE JkJt L. M. Siiigiiiii 3 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee. Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see ; Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee. Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in. earth, and sky, and sea ; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! Beginald Heber. Lowell Masox. 1, 0 holj, liolj, holy Lord, Bright in thj deeds and in thj name, Forererbethjnameadorcd.ThTgkiri'sl li!icfforIJprocIai:n. A«3 i The Trinitji adored. 1 O HOLY, holy, holy Lord, Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, Forever be thy name adored. Thy glories let the world proclaim. 2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified To take our load of sins away, Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide Along the realms of upper day. 49 .3 O Holy Spirit from above, In streams of light and glorj' given, Thou source of ecstasy and love. Thy praises ringthrough earth and heaven. 4 O God Triune, to thee we owe Our ever)- thought, our ever)- song; And ever may thy praises flow From saint and seraph's burning tongue.. Jame3 W. £!aatbiim. CREATION. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES, L. M. D. Fkakcis Joseph IIaydx. - ( The spacious fir - ma - ment on high, With all the blue (And spangled heavens, a shin - ing frame. Their great O - rig- i §ify *-»- ' the - real sky, "i nal pro - claim: j I I i I ~-?^ (S'-v- a: jj.= . JLoo T7te heavens declare His glory. .1 The spacious firmament on high, 'With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim : 'The unwearied sun, from day to day, JDoes his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. '2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 'The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; "While all the stars that round her burn. And all the planets in their turn. Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found .'' In reason's ear they all rejoice. And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." Joseph Addison. A»>t7 JeliovalCs sovereignty. 1 Father of all, whose powerful voice Called forth this universal frame ! Whose mercies over all rejoice. Through endless ages still the same; Thou by thy word upholdest all ; Thy bounteous love to all is showed ; Thou hear'st thy every creature's call, And fillest every mouth with good. 2 In heaven thou reign 'st enthroned in liglit, Nature's expanse before thee spread ; Earth, air, and sea, before thy sight, And hell's deep gloom, are open laid : Wisdom, and might, and love are thine ; Prostrate before thy face we fall, Confess thine attributes divine. And hail thee sovereign Lord of all. 3 Blessing and honor, praise and love. Co-equal, co-eternal Three, In earth below, in heaven above. By all thy works, be paid to thee. Let all who owe to thee their birth, In praises every hour employ ; Jehovah reigns ! be glad, O earth, And shout, ye morning stars, for jov! John Wesley. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. LYONS. lO, 11. p -0- - - - - - - ^^ 1. O •worship the King all - glorious a - bove. And grate-fal-ly sing his won - der-ful love; I ff 4~s i;=srrii-^Tr-»-r'^— • — s—r-'s' — »—r-» — S — •■ I I ± z»-P- i », ii ** JrfttiffitiEi: •#-#- :??zz Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. i ■ii-i- e«r ^M^ i ^-^ iS ■0-0-0-r t=j^3=pgz^5=s J.4U ' 11 or.5A/pi7!^ the King. 1 O WORSHIP the King all-£Tlorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days. Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 The birds, without barn or store-house, are fed ; From them let us learn to trust for our bread : His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be de- nied, ■So long as 'tis written, " The Lord will provide." 2 O tell of his might, and sing of his grace. ! 3 When Satan appears to stop up our path, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder- clouds form. And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite.-' It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith ; He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried, The heart-cheering promise, " The Lord will provide." 4 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain ; The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain : It streams from the hills, it descends to the But when such suggestions our graces have plain, I tried. And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. \ This answers all questions, " The Lord will i provide." 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail. In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. Sir Kobert Grant. 1 4 L The Lord will providi. 1 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fiiil, and foes all unite. Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide. The promise assures us, "The Lord will provide." 51 n No strength of our own. nor goodness we claim ; Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's name: In this our strong tower for safety we hide; The Lord is our power, "The Lord will provide." 6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view. The word of his grace shall comfort us through : Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side. We hope to die shouting, "The Lord will provide." John Newton. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. MILLENNIUM. H. M. Englisu. =1=± -^— * 1. The Lord Je - ho - vah reigns, His throne is built on high ; The garments he assntres Are i:i^t^ » — • — 0 — »- ■p— I*- L^ i A -^ I j^ ^m- :^=i=Eif f-Ff-'FR i -L,^-— i^ "25- :a: j-JjT^M His glories shine with beamssobright,No mortal eye can bear the sight. X^ii Wondrous condescension. 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe ; His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law ; And where his love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seats tne grace. 3 Through all his mighty works Amazing wisdom shines; Confounds the powers of hell, And all their dark designs; Strong is his arm, and shall fulfill His great decrees and sovereign will. 4 And will this sovereign King Of glory condescend, And will he write his name. My Father and my Friend ? I love his name, I love his word ; Join all my powers to praise the Lord. Isaac Watts. DAVID. 8. Geoege Frederick Haxdel. w- — « — •— ^-* — * — - 1. This God is the God we a - dore, f I Our faith - fnl, nn - change-a - ble friend, 13: "m ^s ^ ^-i 32: Whose love is as great ■ft as his ~2? power. And neither knows measure nor end: i ±40 The changeless Friend. 1 This God is the God we adore. Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as great as his power, And neither knows measure nor end ; =F=F 52 2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home ; We '11 praise him for all that is past. And trust him for all that 's to come. Joseph Hart. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. DIX. 7,61. Feom the German. Aee. by Vm. II. Monk. (Ho - ly, ho - I7, ho - ly Lord, God of (By the heavens and earth a - dored ; An- gels #-• — 5 • iifj^^ 121 ?^^=?^ Chant - ing ev - er - last - ing To the bless - ed Trin - 1 - ty. -i- A44 Praue to the Trinity, 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of hosts, eternal King-, By the heavens and earth adored; Angels and archangels sing. Chanting- everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 2 Since by thee were all things made, And in thee do all things live, Be to thee all honor paid ; Praise to thee let all things give. Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand. Spirits blest, before the throne, Speeding thence at thy command, And, when thy commands are done, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 4 Cherubim and seraphim Veil their faces with their wings; Eyes of angels are too dim To behold the King of kings. While they sing eternally To the blessed Trinity. 5 Thee apostles, prophets thee. Thee the noble martyr band. Praise with solemn jubilee, Thee, the Church in every land; Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 6 Hallelujah ! Lord, to thee. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; Godhead One, and Persons Three; Join us with the heavenly host, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Christopher Wordswozth. A 40 Worship the Creator. 1 Let us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies shall endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. Let us sound his name abroad, For of gods he is the God, Who by wisdom did create Heaven's e.xpanse and all its state; 2 Did the solid earth ordain How to rise above th? main ; Who, by his commanding might. Filled the new-made world with light: Caused the golden tressed sun All the day his course to run ; And the moon to shine by night, 'Mid her spangled sisters bright. 3 All his creatures God doth feed, His full hand supplies their need ; He hath with a pitying eye Looked upon our misery: Let us, therefore, warble forth His high majesty and worth. For his mercies shall endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. John ICil ou 53 GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. STEPHENS. C. M. Ebv. William Jones. 1. Fa - ther, how wide thy glo - ly shines, How high thy won - ders rise I piji^p^: :#=t:: 4- -r9- -6>- -si- 'XZL ■l*--l- :^eE^5^ i^:: -6>-' — ' i 1 X -<9r- -aH-^- :e: "2?- -(&- -&- trr -*zf-^^y Known through the earth by thou - sand signs, By thou - sands through the skies. g^EgEp -«- -tS>- ^-- -19- '91 ZfZ- ^ 32= -&>- m] x40 Glory, mercy, grace. 1 Father, how wide thy glory shines. How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousands through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; Their motions speak thy skill : And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still. 3 Part of thy name divinely stands On all thy creatures writ ; They show the labor of thy hands. Or impress of thy feet : 4 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms. Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms; 5 Here the whole Deity is known. Nor dares a creature guess ■ Which of the glories brighter shone. The justice or the grace, 6 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ; Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name. And try their choicest strains. 7 O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song ! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart. And love command my tongue, Isaac Watts. 54= x4 i Majesty and love of Qod. 1 My God, how wonderful thou art. Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful thy mercy-seat In depths of burning light! 2 How dread are thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord, By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored ! 3 How beautiful, how beautiful. The sight of thee must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, And awful purity ! 4 O how I fear thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship thee with trembling hope. And penitential tears. 5 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord, Almighty as thou art; For thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart, 6 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child, 7 Father of Jesus, love's reward ! What rapture will it be. Prostrate before thy throne to lie And gaze, and gaze on thee ! Frederick W. Paber. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. WELLESLEY Lizzns S. TouRJEE. . ( Might - y God I ■while an - gels bless thee, May a mor (Lord of ev - ery land and na - tion, An- cient of tal lisp thy name ? e - ter - nal days ! Lord of men, as well as Sound - ed through the wide ere creature's theme : ) aw - ful praise, ji A4o God^s glory in creation and redemption. 1 Mighty God ! while angels bless thee, May a mortal lisp thy name? Lord of men, as well as angels, Thou art every creature's theme : Lord of ever)- land and nation, Ancient of eternal days ! Sounded through the wide creation Be thy just and awful praise. 2 For the grandeur of thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation. Works with skill and kindness wrought ; For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; Blessed be thy gentle reign ! 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, Bright, though veiled in darkness long. Thought is poor, and poor expression ; Who can sing that wondrous song.-* Brightness of the Father's glory ! Shall thy praise unuttered lie.-* Break, my tongue, such guilty silence. Sing the Lord who came to die : — 4 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe. Came to ransom guilty captives: Flow, my ])raise, forever Mow! Re-ascend, immortal Saviour; Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return and reign forever; Be the kingdom all thine own ! Bobert Bot>inaon. 55 J.4t7 The wideness of God's merci/. 1 There's a wideness in God's mercy. Like the wideness of the sea: There 's a kindness in his justice, Which is more than liberty. 2 There is welcome for the sinner. And more graces for the good ; There is mercy with the Saviour; There is healing in his blood. 3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind ; And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. 4 If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word ; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Frederick W. Fabar. JOU U7uhanging wisdom and love. 1 God is love ; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes 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. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth. Will his changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom his brightness streameth, God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Every-where his glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love. Sir John Bowrins. TAPPAN. GOD— BEING AND ATTRIBUTES. C. M. * Geoege Kingslet. — \-^-^ — «- -zr-- 2^ 2=^: -^ Si-i '.ezzjt 1. The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds o - bey his will ; He speaks, and t=F ^3 f"^ =^ rj^ -i^-v- ^=f=F=l i=^ 4 \—r-7:^ ^t|: in his heavenly hsight He speaks, andinhis heavenly height The rolliog sun stands stiU. :e:k-r-t--:--4--^r' t ^ - ■ - ^-"'^'^ ISZTZiH #— (t J-OJ. Majesty and providence. 1 The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey his will ; He speaks, and in his heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Ye winds of night, your force combine; Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar; In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwind to his car. And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye sons of earth, in reverence bend; Ye nations, wait his nod ; And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. H. Eirke White. J-O^ The Lord is Kinj. 1 The Lord descended from above. And bowed the heavens most high. And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode. And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. ::2?i i 56 3 He sat serene upon the floods. Their fury to restrain ; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. 4 Give glory to his awful name, And honor him alone; Give worship to his majesty Upon his holy throne. Thomas Slemhold. J Do Praise from all creatioyi. 1 Praise ye the Lord, ye immortal choirs That fill the worlds above; Praise him who formed you of his fires. And feeds you with his love. 2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies. The floor of his abode ; Or veil in shades your thousand eyes Before your brighter God. 3 Thou restless globe of golden light. Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night. To own your borrowed rays. 4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms, The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms. And speak his awful hand. 5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas. In your eternal roar; Let wave to wave resound his praise. And shore reply to shore. 6 Thus while the meaner creatures sing. Ye mortals, catch the sound; Echo the glories of your King Through all the nations round. Isaac 'Watts. GOD— PROVIDENCE. BELMONT. Samuel Webbe. Q ^ 1 1 P 1 ^~- ■"1 1 _^ J 1 1 ■ 1 rm' — ^~ -<& ,— -J u U ' -»— « *— ^ -^^\ Thy ^2? ^ strengthenin, 1 ^^ — s-^ J hands up - 4-' * 1 hold the ^ ?= weak, r^ — 1 And 1 raise r 1 -* — ' the poor that ^ 1 •7T faU. 1 H-J ' 1 3r- T^ 1 "— — » — a. 1 -C— 1 ^M 1»)4: Goodness and mercy. 1 Let eveiy tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrows how the spirit down. When virtue lies distressed. Beneath the proud oppressor's frown. Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel. Thou hear'st thy children's cry; And their best wishes to fulfill. Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere: Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise. And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God. Isaac Watts. J-OO The angelic guard. 1 Which of the monarchs of the earth Can boast a guard like ours, Encircled from our second birth With all the heavenly powers.'' 2 Myriads of bright, cherubic bands, Sent by the King of kings, Rejoice to bear us in their hands. And shade us with tluir wings. 3 Angels, where'er we go, attend Our steps, whate'er betide ; With watchful care their charge defend. And evil turn aside. 4 Our lives those holy angels keep From everjf hostile power; And, unconcerned, we sweetly sleep. As Adam in his bower. 5 And when our spirits we resign. On outstretched wings they bear. And lodge us in the arms divine. And leave us ever there. Charles Wesley. lob The twentif-third Pnahn. 1 The Lord's my Shepherd, 1 '11 not want -. He makes me down to lie In pastures green ; he leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul he doth restore again ; ' And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for his own name's sake. 3 Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale. Yet will I fear no ill; For thou art with me, and thy rod And staff me comfort still. 4 A table thou hast furnished me In presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint. And m)- cup overflows. 5 Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. Francis Rous. GOD— PROVIDENCE. DUNDEE. C. M. P^;^ GrUlLLAtTME FeANO -0 ' #- m • -0- I. o thou, who, when we ^ nr.7Sr_. ^=Wf4 did com - plain, Didst all -5 « — I — «- ' -0- -0- our griefs re - move, -^_- 0 b ■ 1 -d'- 1 H- r i 1 — i 1 1 1 h^-^ — • — .. 1 -! — « — — « — -tl^- — «— —J :i- H — ^- -i — \ * # ! ' ■^« J -1 s ^ ^ J 1 1 0 Sav 1* lour, do 0 not now dis - -0- 0 dain Our 0 0 hum 0 -ble praise and love. Ck*— u • _« ^ c ,A • tf • 1 ^•Tr » ^ p " 0 1 ; 1 I p 1 -^ b U c ^ ~ 1 « ' 0 1 i^ p i .• 1 V • 1 1 ' 1 1 ; ' ^ 1 ' 1 At) i Hejoicing in deliverance. 1 O THOU, who, when we did complain. Didst all our griefs remove, 0 Saviour, do not now disdain Our humble praise and love. 2 Since thou a pitying ear didst give, And hear us when we prayed. We'll call upon thee while we live. And never doubt thy aid. 3 Pale death, with all his ghastly train. Our souls encompassed round ; Anguish, and sin, and dread, and pain. On every side we found. 4 To thee, O Lord of life, we prayed, And did for succor flee: "O save," in our distress we said, "The souls that trust in thee." 5 How good thou art! how large thy grace ! How ready to forgive ! Thy mercies crown our fleeting days ; And by thy love we live. 6 Our eyes no longer drowned in tears. Our feet from falling free. Redeemed from death and guilty fears, O Lord, we '11 live to thee. Charles Wesley. JLOO The sure refuge. 1 There is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine. Reserved for all the heirs of grace ; O be that refuge mine ! 2 The least and feeblest there may bide, Uninjured and unawed; While thousands fall on every side. He rests secure in God. 3 The angels watch him on his \yay. And aid with friendly arm ; And Satan, roaring for his prey, May hate, but cannot harm. 4 He feeds in pastures large and fair Of love and truth divine: 0 child of God, O glory's heir. How rich a lot is thine ! 5 A hand almighty to defend. An ear for every call. An honored life, a peaceful end. And heaven to crown it all ! Henry F. Iiyte. J-Ot/ The only source of blessing. 1 Jehovah, God, thy gracious power On every hand we see ; O may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If on the wings of morn we speed. To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there our footsteps lead. Thy love our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never, sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon — till latest eve. Thy hand, O God, we see ; And all the blessings we receive. Proceed alone from thee. John Thomson. 58 GOD— PROVIDENCE. MANOAH. C. M. From Mehcl and IlATnv. 160 Gratitude. 1 When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 O how can words with equal warmth The gratitude declare. That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear. Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer. 4 When in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe. And led me up to man. 5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. 6 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I '11 pursue; And after death, in distant worlds. The pleasing- theme renew. 7 Through all eternity to thee A grateful song 1 '11 raise ; But O, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. Joseph Addison. !jy AoJL Verily, thozi art a God that hidest thyself. Isa. 45: 15. 1 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. 3 Ye fearful sajnts, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are 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 His purposes will ripen fast. Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. William Cowper. Doxologtf. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now. And shall be evermore ! Tato and Brmdy. GOD— PROVIDENCE. HAMBURG. L. M. Akr. by Lottell Ma80k. n ^ 1 ,^ , ."^ P^^-±i -fii — ^-4- -z? — ^ — * — N=i^ — zfr 1 fe^^-zj — ^ — J — ^ — •«#- •y .^ ^ " iff 1. Kingdoms and thrones to ^ — S ;^ :^ God te - long ; ^=2. .^ -^ . Z/ * * Crown him, ye -19- ■#- ■•- — iS? « # — na - tions, m your : f — 1 song: ^-kA — ^ — ^ -^ — ^- 1 S? --^ ^ \ iXi^ Crovming God vMh praise. 1 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown him, ye nations, in your song-; His wondrous names and powers rehearse ; His honors shall enrich your verse. 2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms ; How terrible is God in arms ! In Israel are his mercies known, Israel is his peculiar throne. 3 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest ; He 's your defense, your joy, your rest : When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Isaac Watts. Xu«3 Go(V s preaence vnth Jm people. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came. Her fathers' God before her moved. An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen. When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. 4 And O, when gathers on our path. In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light. Sir Walter Scott. J.o4 The great Provider. 1 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear ; Thy great Provider still is near ; 60 Who fed thee last, will feed thee still: Be calm, and sink into his will. 2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky. In mercy stoops to hear thy cr^' ; His promise all may freely claim : Ask and receive in Jesus' name. 3 Without reserve give Christ your heart ; Let him his righteousness impart ; Then all things else he '11 freely give ; With him you all things shall receive. 4 Thus shall the soul be truly blest. That seeks in God his only rest ; May I that happy person be. In time and in eternity. Samuel Ecking. JLOO God our shield. 1 The tempter to my soul hath said, "There is no help in God for thee:" Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head ; My glory, shield, and solace be. 2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry: He heard me from his holy hill ; At his command the waves rolled by; He beckoned, and the winds were still. 3 I laid me down and slept, — I woke ; Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ; Bright from the east the. morning broke, Thy comforts rose on me again. 4 I will not fear, though armed throngs Surround my steps in all their wrath ; Salvation to the Lord belongs ; His presence guards his people's path. James Montgomery. GOD — PROVIDENCE. FORTRESS. 8, 7, 6. Maetin LmrKK. I J J A mighty fortress is onr God, A bulwark never fail - ing : ) (Oar Helper he, a-mid the flood Of mortal ills pre-vail ^;_ing. } ForstillourancientfocDothseekto -it- m •--• — € ^*-tJ— *^--— Ti r • — \ •— • T — r — • 1 work us woe ; Hiscraftandpoweraregreat,And,armedwithcnielhate, On earth is not his e - qnal. 1^:?* I<^- _#_!Ip_ ts- xOD God a mighty fortresn. 2 Did we in our own strength confide. Our striving would be losing; Were not the right man on our side, The man of God's own choosing. Dost ask who that may be.'' Christ Jesus, it is he; Lord Sabaoth is his name, From age to age the same, And he must win the battle. 3 And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us; We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us. — F!Enzr£:— -BEi:l-3";3H:^:5li] The Prince of darkness grim — We tremble not for him ; His rage we can endure. For lo! his doom is sure. One little word shall fell him. 4 That word above all earthly powers- No thanks to them — y.bideth ; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through him who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also: The body they may kill : God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever. Kartin Iiuther. Tr. by F. H. Hedge. "William BATrriKLnEK Br.Annrr.v. -4^-r-i^ ^^V iillafSiifisii] 1. They come, Cod'8messenger8oflofe,They come from realms of peaceabortjrom homes of neTcr-fadinglight.rromblissful mansions ercr bright, JLD I God' IS incssaiffcrs of lorr. 2 They come to watch around us here, To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear: Ye heavenly guides, speed not away, God willeth you with us to stay. 3 But chiefly at its journey's end 'Tis yours the spirit to befriend. And whisper to the faithful heart, "O Christian soul, in peace depart." CI 4 Blest Jesus, thou whose groans and tears Have sanctified frail nature's fears. To earth in bitter sorrow weighed. Thou didst not scorn thine angel's aid. 5 An angel guard to us supply. When on the bed of death we lie; And by thine own almighty power O shield us in the last dread hour. Bobert Campt>eU. GOD— PROVIDENCE. ST. PETER. L. M. * Akr. fkom a German Choral. -^^izEiiztzs =t 1. God is our ref - uge and de - fense ; In. troub - le our nn - fail - ing aid ; UL m -G.- :t^ J !** :^ -»-^- ^ gl -^-•-r"& ■*"#• -iS*- =m: ■^ f-=¥ -^ --0ja- Ek: Se - cure in his cm - nip — >a L .«__ — I 0-^ «— P«?- tence, What foe can make our souls a - fraid ? i f= -tf* rs^" i l-UO Security in God. 1 God is our refuge and defense ; In trouble our unfailing aid : Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our souls afraid ? 2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled. His people smile amid the shock : They look beyond this transient world. 3 There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. 4 Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blest, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand ; There is our home, our hope, our rest. James Montgomery. J.Ot7 The Saviour^ s tender care. 1 God of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led. Or turned aside the fatal hour. Or lifted up my sinking head ; 2 In all my ways thy hand I own. Thy ruling providence I see ; Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to thee. 3 Whither, O whither should I fly, But to my loving Saviour's breast? Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest. 62 4 I have no skill the snare to shun. But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art: I ever into ruin run. But thou art greater than my heart 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind. Lead me a way I have not known ; Bring me where I my heaven may find. The heaven of loving thee alone. Charles Wesley. X / U Quietnesn and assurance. 1 How do Thy mercies close me round! Forever be thy name adored ; 1 blush in all things to abound ; The servant is above his Lord. 2 Inured to poverty and pain, A suffering life my Master led ; The Son of God, the Son of man. He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo ! a place he hath prepared For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard ; He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 4 Jesus protects ; my fears, be gone : What can the Rock of ages move ? Safe in thy arms I lay me down. Thine everlasting arms of love. 5 While thou art intimately nigh. Who, who shall violate my rest? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy: I lean upon my Saviour's breast. 6 I rest beneath the Almighty's shade; My griefs expire, my troubles cease; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. Charles Wesley. GOD— PROVIDENCE. ZION. 8, 7, 4. TnoMAS Haettkcs. -• « — F<5' — • • IP ' Si/ O thon great Je - ho - vah, Pil-grim through this bar - ren land: ) - ( Gnide me, ( I am weak, but thou art mighty- Hold me with thy powerful hand ; ) Bread of -*■• ■#. -*«- -ft- £S :ri:J=T=t:=Sz=:f=»rzr -N N I F^ heaven, Feedme till ^ I want no more. Bread of heaven. Feed me i J. / I The pilgrim's Guide. 1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land : 1 am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till 1 want no more. 2 Open now the crj-stal fountain. Whence the healing waters flow; MAG AT A. S. M Let the fier)-, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my streng-th and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current; Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. WlUlam WilllamB. Rev. JonN Black. -il.r^KJ^i.x^. o. ±v±. » EeV. JonN Bl-ACK. l.Mv soul, rencat His Braise. Whose meroies are so ?reat: Whose anwr is sn slow tn me Sn ri-ad-v fna-lntA 1. My soul, repeat His praise, Whose meroies are so preat A i -<* Infinite compassion. 1 My soul, repeat His praise. Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 3 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. G3 4 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name. Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower: If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. 0 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of i)romise sure. Isaao Watt*. GOD— PROVIDENCE. HAYDN. n i--i^ — I — s. M. --^ lJ Feancis Joseph Hatdk. W^t^ [^ J — J--^ — # hH- =«f^ *r — 1 — . — 1 — • 5 r: 1 — 1. A - ■way, my need = — « — • — ' ■ less fears, -*• And # — doubts no —J ^ long - er -*— ft* mine; ^^^Z^tl rr~^- '—^ -^ rf -^^-r-1 'I . =i=iir- v^' ^ ¥j^^T — 'N • ^ ' — F — T^-i 1 1 — s'--- — ^ — — F — ^1 — -1 1 1 1 1 1 1 w n^ s? -J-.4 J:;2 "^ PS ray of heavenly A- §i*E^ Efclz :^ ligh.t ap - pears, A 4L' ^ .^ A sen - ger Esz:: i A / 15 Omnipotent goodness. 1 Away, my needless fears, And doubts no longer mine ; A ray of heavenly light appears, A messenger divine. 2 Thrice comfortable hope. That calms my troubled breast; My Father's hand prepares the cup. And what he wills is best. 3 If what I wish is good. And suits the will divine. By earth and hell in vain withstood, I know it shall be mine. 4 Still let them counsel take To frustrate his decree ; They cannot keep a blessing back. By Heaven designed for me. 5 Here then I doubt no more. But in his pleasure rest, Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power, Engage to make me blest. Charles Wesley. -6-/4 Through a glass, darkly. — 1 Cor. 13 : 12. 1 Thy way is in the sea ; Thy paths we cannot trace ; Nor solve, O Lord, the mystery Of thy unbounded grace. 2 Here the dark veils of sense Our captive souls surround ; Mysterious deeps of providence Our wondering thoughts confound. 64 3 As through a glass we see The wonders of thy love ; How little do we know of thee. Or of the joys above ! 4 In part we know thy will, And bless thee for the sight : Soon will thy love the rest reveal In glory's clearer light. 5 With joy shall we sur\'ey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. Jolm Faweett, alt. JL / »> Delight in God. 1 Lord, I delight in thee, And on thy care depend ; To thee in every trouble flee. My best, my only Friend. 2 When nature's streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same ; With this will I be satisfied. And glory in thy name. 3 Who made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide : While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside .'' 4 I cast my care on thee ! I triumph and adore : Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more. Joh.n Syland, alt. GOD— PROVIDENCE. DENNIS, S. M. Hax3 Geocge NAGoni. 1. How gen - tie God's com - mands ! How kind his pre - cepts are ! t -0 — L^ — 0_0 — L2<22. e — L^_ C_i ^] con - slant care. — I • ^ — r<^ n X / U Thy gentleness hath made me great. Ps. 18: 35. 1 How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are ! Come, cast your i^urdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 Beneath his watchful eye His saints securely dwell ; That hand which bears all nature up Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne. And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day: I '11 drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. FhlUp Doddridge. X I I Afflictions blessed. 1 How tender is thy hand, O thou most gracious Lord ! Afflictions came at thy command, And left us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin ! How soon we found a smiling God Where deep distress had been ! 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's love we knew : 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his promise true. 65 4 Now will we bless the Lord, And in his strength confide: Forever be his name adored. For there is none beside. Thomas Haatinga. A / O All things in Christ. 1 Thou very-present Aid In sufifering and distress, The mind which still on thee is stayed. Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul by faith reclined On the Redeemer's breast, 'Mid raging storms, exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er thy face appears ; It stills the sighing orphan's moan. And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross; It sweetly comforts me ; Makes me forget my every loss. And find my all in thee. 5 Jesus, to whom I fly. Doth all my wishes fill ;" What though created streams are drj' f I have the fountain still. 6 Stripped of each earthly friend, I find them all in one; And peace and joy which never end. And heaven, in Christ alone. Charle* Wesley. . GOD— PROVIDENCE. PORTUGUESE HYMN. 11. Unknown. 1. The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know ; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; FS^"-'--^*|i^^- ^'n -M; -G^ — « — •- «=^: ^ =^=S 1 ^ -^ . =&:;:fif: ^:^=ljz=3 He leadethmysoul wherethe still waters flow,Restoresmewhenwandering,redeeinswhen oppressed. ^^ Restoresme when wandering.redeems when oppress- IsJ-J — t— Ip-M ^^H — »-^-^J Jl i y TAe Zorc? is m?/ Shepherd. .:2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; ■ Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. RAKEM. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; With blessings unmeasured my cup run- neth o'er ; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of thy providence more ? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet thee above ; I seek — by the path which my forefathers trod. Through the land of their sojourn — thy kingdom of love. James Montgomery. Isaac Bakek "WoonBur.T. 1. The Lord my pasturi' shall pRpirc,An(] feed me with a sheplierd's care; His presence shall my wants supplj.And guard me with a watchful eye: D. C. MyiBoonday walks he shall attend,And all my midnight hours defend. ^^. ^ writ ■52TS=a; 22? -^-pH 180 The Shepherd of Israel. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads. My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow. Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Throi^h devious, lonely wilds I stray, 66 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile. With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread,. My steadfast heart shall fear no ill. For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid. And guide me through the dreadful shade. Joseph Addison. CHRIST— INCARNATION AND BIRTH. ST. JAMES. 7, 6. Feom Lrtdemas's Koral Bok. ^ifcr ±B: 1-!_| I -J— I- ' — , f Hail, to the Lord's A- nointed, Great David's greater Son ! ) (Hail, in the time ap - point-ed, His reign on earth be-guni) He comes tobreak oppression, To set the captive free ; To take a - way transgression, And rule in eq - ui - ty. lol The (/lories of Chrisfs kingdom. 2 He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong ; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to Hght, Whose souls, condemned and dying. Were precious in his sight. 3 He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love and joy. like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: DIX. 7. 61. Before him, on the mountains. Shall peace, the herald, go. And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 To him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand forever ; That name to us is Love. James Montgomery. Arr. by William IIexry Mo>jk. i^iii '0-0- #-#-> — 0-is^*- y-0 , ( As with gladness men of old Did the ^niding star lu'li "I As ffithjoy they hailed its iijiit.Leading onward, beaming liright; \ So,inostgracionsLord,inaywe Emmorebc led to thee. lo.^ The guiding star. 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; So may we with holy joy, Fure, and free from sin's alloy, .All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to thee, our heavenly King. 4 Holy Jesus, ever}' day Keep us in the narrow way; Am], when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glor\- hide. WilUam C. Six. 67 CHRIST- ANTIOCH. C. M. INCARNATION AND BIRTH. * Aeb. fkom Geokge Feederick Handel. K-rH In- earth re - ceive her King ; ^ Let -b •- ill heart pre - pare him room -»-«- -§-• And heaven and na - ture sing, And m And heaven, And heaven and na - ture g -# « « #-5- heaven and na - tore sing, And -•t^Si- beaven, And ^•- f- heaven and na - ture # — r» «-g- sing. \ t ^ D D V V V : sing, And heaven and na - ture smg. J.O»5 Joy to the world. 2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, . And makes the nations prove trhe glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Isaac Watts. X04 Wonderful^ Courtselor. — Tsa. 9:6. 1 To us a Child of hope is born. To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey. Him, all the hosts of heaven, 2 His name shall be the Prince of peace, For evermore adored ; The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above. And peace abound below. -V- 68 4 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given ; The Wonderful, the Counselor, The mighty Lord of heaven. John Morrison. J-Ot) The Saviour'' s advent. 1 Hark, the glad sound! the Savioul comes. The Saviour promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne. And every voice a song. 2 He comes, the prisoner to release. In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyes oppressed with night To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind. The wounded soul to cure. And, with the treasures of his grace, To enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas. Prince of peace. Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge. CHRIST— INCARNATION AND BIRTH. HANOVER. 11,10. JOHANN C. W. A. MOZAET. * -0- •0- I _ 1. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; I ,N N n. gjfes •^ -«- X U-1ir -V— y- H*— 1«- ^ > :f-fzzr5=fi:q?zT?=r=Ti:T==f=fzT|?=: 1/ V I Star of the Eastjthe ho - ri - zon a - doming. Guide where our infant Re-deemer is laid. • 0-T- liigii -b'— t^ t: 1 loo TAe ster in the Fast. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shin- ing; Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, — Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean. Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Reginald Heber. MISSIONARY =^-#— # — 0-^61— g;^- CHANT. L. M. HEiNEion CnKiSTOPiiEE Zeuner. ^ — l-T , — nr^ 1 — h h-^H— ^-r^ — r- — -1 1. When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestnd the sky, One star alone of all the '■#-■#- -^-i^- ■f- -^ ^ ^(9-_ -0- ■»• -i9-_-^- Can fix the sinner's wandering eye ■^ ■»- ■#• ^-^ ■0- „ -f^ -iS^- >— >— (fi=^ tT=t a lo7 Htar of Bethlehem. 1 When, marshaled 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 eveiy host, from everj- gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. 69 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my chirk forebodings cease; And. through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I '11 sing, first in night's diadem. For ever and for evermore. The Star, the Star of Bethlehem. H. Kirke Whit«. CHRIST- WILMOT. 8, 7. -INCARNATION AND BIRTH. Carl Maria yon "Webee. -szfc: 1. Hark ! what mean those holy loiees. Sweetly sounding through the skies? lo ! the angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly halielnjahs rise. xoo Peace on earth, good-will to men. 2 Listen to the wondrous story. Which they chant in hymns of joy: "Gloiy in the highest, glory, Glory be to God most high ! 3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven. Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven ! Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ; O receive whom God appointed. For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 " Hasten, mortals, to adore him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, ' Glory be to God most high ! ' " John Cawood. HELMSLEY Eet. Thomas Oliters. , . I Come and wor - ship, Come and worship, W '19--- Wot - ship Christ, the newborn King. 3C £^E £ .(2 ^ W i-O t/ Adoring the holy Child. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding. Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing ; Yonder shines the infant light : Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King, 3 Sages, leave your contemplations. Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen his natal star ; Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King. 70 4 Saints, before the altar bending. Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending. In his temple shall appear : Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King. 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance. Doomed for guilt to endless pains. Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you, — break your chains : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. Jamea Montgomery. CHRIST— INCARNATION AND BIRTH. HERALD ANGELS. 7. D. Felix MESDELSSOini-BAKTnoLDT. T- 1. Hark I the her - aid - an - gels sing, pi A- -(22- " Glo - ry r — * the newborn King; Peace on ^ ^ ^ JZ. . ^ m ¥=t==t i IeI earth, and mer-cy "r- r God and sinners reconciled." 2. Joy- ful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With an - gel- ic hosts proclaim, " Christ is born in Bethle f9- J-t/U God incarnate. 1 Hark! the herald-angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled." 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord; Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail, incarnate Deity! 4 Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings. Risen with healing in his wings. Char lea Wealey. 71 J. tJ -I Prince of peace. 1 Bright and joyful is the morn. For to us a Child is born ; From the highest realms of heaven, Unto us a Son is given. 2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty, and wear, On his vesture and his ihigh, Names most awful, names most high. 3 Wonderful in counsel he, Christ, the incarnate Deity; Sire of ages, ne'er to cease; King of kings, and Prince of peace. 4 Come and worship at his feet; Yield to him the homage meet; From the manger to the throne. Homage due to GotI alone. James Montgomery. CHRIST— INCARNATION AND BIRTH. CHRISTMAS. C. M. George Feedbkick Handbl. 3*-=^ =J: r ^- -Si» ^^ *^5-i-;— «- art 1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seat- ed on the ground, 2. "Fear not," said he, — for might - y dread Kad seized their troubled mind, — I i Q ^ I I I . — 5^-* r» * • 1 T-t 9. -.»— r-* rtf 9—0 S r^ The 'Glad % -»-^ Z^i^ -0^^ ^X^ 1^ 11- I - _ . _ r . an -gel of the Lord came down, And glory shone a - round, tidings of great joy I bring. To you and all mankind, -4i And glory shone a -round. To you and all mankind. agj^^EE; ^ m -g--^ Xy ^5 Good tidings of great joy. — Luke 2:10. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line. The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing-bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God on high. Who thus addressed their song: 6 " All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace : Good-will henceforth from heaven to men. Begin and never cease." Tate and Brady. J-t/O Glory to God in the highest. 1 Mortals, awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay ; Joy, love, and gratitude combine. To hail the auspicious day. CAROL. C. M. D. J > J* 2 In heaven the rapturous song began. And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran. And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew. And loud the echo rolled ; The theme, the song, the joy, was new, — 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky The impetuous torrent ran ; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout. And glory leads the song : Good-will and peace are heard throughout The harmonious heavenly throng. 6 With joy the chorus we repeat, " Glory to God on high ! " Good-will and peace are now complete, Jesus was born to die. 7 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail ! Redeemer, Brother, Friend! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail. Thy praise shall never end. Samuel Medley. I w ikfc^! -1 s. EicuARD Stokks Willis. 8=^: "-S—* 5— #— S— C5=C,_,_|,_,_Ct^*_Cp__C^_^_<,_5=ILJ_J=JZI3 I \ -^ W . 1. It came upon the midnight clear, Thatglorious song of old, From angels bendingnearthe earth D. S. world in solemn stillness lay n 0 0 0 » b 0- CHRIST— INCARNATION AND BIRTH CAROL. C. M. (Concluded.) 1/ I T To touch their harps of gold; To hear the an - gels sing. n H I l-i — I 1 ^-^ — Ife-^^-h* — * — i-h^-hi— Teace on the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's all-gracious King:" The ^^--l^iii!: S^ J.t74 Christmas carol. 1 It came upon the midnig-ht clear, That glorious song' of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold ; " Peace on the earth, good-will to men. From heaven's all-gracious King." The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. 3 Still through the cloven skies they come "With peaceful wings unfurled. And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world ; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 3 But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled T. wo thousand years of wrong ; And man, at war with man, hears not The love song which they bring : O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing ! 4 And ye, beneath life s crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow. Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road. And hear the angels sing! 5 For lo ! the days are hastening on By .prophet-bards foretold. When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold ; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. Udmund E. Soars. 73 J-i/D Christmas anthem. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night, Come heaven's melodious strains. Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains; Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there ; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 2 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply. And greet from all their holy heights The Dayspring from on high: O 'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm ; And Sharon waves in solemn praise Her silent groves of palm. 3 " Glory to God !" the lofty strain The realm of ether fills ; How sweeps the song of solemn joy O 'er Judah's sacred hills ! " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring: "Peace on the earth ; good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King." 4 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! The Saviour now is born: More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn ; And brighter on Moriah's brow. Crowned with her temple spires. Which first proclaim the newborn light, Clothed with its orient fires. 5 This day shall Christian tongues be mute, And Christian hearts be cold ? O catch the anthem tiiat from heaven O 'er Judah's mountains rolled ! When nightly burst from seraph-harps The high and solemn lay, — " Glor)' to God ; on earth be peace ; Salvation comes to-day!" Bdmond H. Sean. CHRIST— LIFE AND CHARACTER. Lowell Mason. J y D Patience of Jesus. 1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. I 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile. Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still. Thy heart could only love. 4 O give us hearts to love like thee, Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye In us, thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee. Sir Edward Semiy. J. y T A present help. 1 We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down ; In vain we search the lowest deeps. For him no depths can drown. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he ; And faith has yet its Olivet, And love its Galilee. •74 3 The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain ; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 4 Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame ; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name. 5 O Lord and Master of us all, Whate 'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call. We test our lives by thine ! John G. Wluttier. lelo The Transfiguration. 1 The chosen three, on mountain height, While Jesus bowed in prayer. Beheld his vesture glow with light. His face shine wondrous fair. 2 And lo ! with the transfigured Lord, Leader and seer they saw ; With Carmel's hoary prophet stood The giver of the law. 3 From the low-bending cloud above, Whence radiant brightness shone. Spake out the Father's voice of love, "Hear my beloved Son ! " 4 Lord, lead us to the mountain height; To prayer's transfiguring glow ; And clothe us with the Spirit's might For grander work below. Bavid H. Ela. CHRIST— LIFE AND CHARACTER. Feom SiGiSMFKD Neukomm. aeb. by Lowell Mason. 1. OwonJrons type! Orision fair WliichChristnponthemonntainshows, Of glory tlat the Church shallshare, Wherebrighterthanlhcsnn heglows! ly J The Trmisfirjurai'ion. 2 From age to age the tale declare, How with the three disciples there. Where Moses and Ellas meet, The Lord holds converse high and sweet. 3 With shining face and bright array, Christ deigns to manifest to-day What glory shall be theirs above, Who joy in God with perfect love. 4 And faithful hearts are raised on high By this great vision's mystery; For which in joyful strains we raise The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. 5 O Father, with the Eternal Son, And Holy Spirit, ever One, Vouchsafe to bring us by thy grace To see thy glory face to face. Sanun Breviary. Tr. by J. M. ITeale. dyjK) Hermon. 1 O Master, it is good to be High on the mountain here with thee. Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days. Who once received on Horeb's height The eternal laws of truth and right, Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 2 O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with thee ; And watch thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine; Till we too change from grace to grace. Gazing on that transfigured face. 3 O Master, it is good to be Here on the holy mount with thee: When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light. We bow before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, "This is my Son, O hear ye him." Arthur F. Stanley. .4U-1 Receive thy sight. — Luke 18: 42. 1 When the blind suppliant in the way, By friendly hands to Jesus led. Prayed to behold the light of day, " Receive thy sight," the Saviour said. 2 At once he saw the pleasant rays That lit the glorious firmament ; And, with firm step and words of praise. He followed where the Master went, 3 Look down in pity. Lord, we pray. On eyes oppressed by moral night. And touch the darkened lids, and say The gracious words, "Receive thy sight." 4 Then, in clear daylight, shall we see Where walked the sinless Son of God; And, aided by new strength from thee, Press onward in the path he trod. 'William C. Bryant. praisc;lDal!hi3 Tords most ToaderfuLSosI tare is all bis wajs. -*— — *-»-•- 'M ~-i — t,^ iifegi 'ji=:^-: iZ\) i The second Man is the Ijirdfrom heaven. 1 Cor. 15: 47. 2 O loving wisdom of our God ! When all was sin and shame, A second Adam to the fight And to the rescue came. 3 O wisest love ! that flesh and blood. Which did in Adam fail. Should strive afresh against the foe. Should strive and should prevail. 77 4 O generous love ! that he, who smote In Man for man the foe, The double agony in Man For man should undergo; 5 And in the garden secretly. And on the cross on high, Should teach his brethren, and inspire To suffer and to die. John H. Kcwman. CHRIST— SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. GERMANY. L. M. Lttdwig ton Beethoven. :^^: -^^t yS JSt. ^- clzd: -2?- 1. We sing the praise of Him who died, Of him who died up - on ■6>- the cross ; The sin - ner'shope let men de - ride, For this we count the world but loss. 4— -«- .0. liyfO The power of the cross. 1 We sing the praise of Him who died, Of him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's hope let men deride. For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see. In shining letters, "God is Love;" He bears our sins upon the tree. He brings us mercy from above. 3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; It holds the fainting spirit up ; It cheers with hope the gloomy day. And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; It takes its terror from the grave. And gilds the bed of death with light : 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe. The measure and the pledge of love. The sinner's refuge here below. The angels' theme in heaven above. Thomaa Kelly. f^Oy The hidings of the Father'' s face, 1 P'rom Calvary a cr>' was heard, A bitter and heart-rending cry ; My Saviour ! every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One! And all the swarming hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace. These thou couldst bear, nor once repine; 78 But when Jehovah veiled his face, Unutterable pangs were thine. 4 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake ! He died, that we might never die. 5 Lord, on thy cross I fix mine eye : If e'er I lose its strong control, 0 let that dying, piercing ciy. Melt and reclaim my wandering soul. J. W. Cunningham. (* Wj Atonement made. 1 'TiS finished! the Messiah dies, — Cut off for sins, but not his own ; Accomplished is the sacrifice. The great redeeming work is done. 2 'Tis finished ! all the debt is paid ; Justice divine is satisfied ; The grand and full atonement made; Christ for a guilty world hath died. 3 The veil is rent ; in him alone The living way to heaven is seen ; The middle wall is broken down, And all mankind may enter in. 4 The types and figures are fulfilled; Exacted is the legal pain ; The precious promises are sealed ; The spotless Lamb of God is slain. 5 Death, hell, and sin are now subdued; All grace is now to sinners given ; And, lo ! I plead the atoning blood. And in thy right I claim my heaven. Citaulea Wesley. CHRIST— SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. EUCHARIST. L. M. Isaac Bakee -Woodbuct. , TH ! u 1. When I snr - vey the won-drous cross On which the Prince of glo - ry died, MzrtlV My rich - est gain I connt but loss, And pour con -tempt on all my pride. a: I* 1 X Glorying in ike cross. 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died. My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood, 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet. Sorrow and love How mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine. That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaao Watts. tiLii Christ cninfied. 1 Extended on a cursdd tree. Covered with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done.-' Who could thy sacred body wound.'' No guilt thy spotless heart hath known. No guile hath in thy lips been found. 3 L I alone have done the deed ; 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn ; My sins have caused thee. Lord, to blee.I, Pointed the nail, and tixed the thorn. •4 For me the burden to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid : To heal me, thou hast borne my pain ; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 My Saviour, how- shall I proclaim. How pay the mighty debt I owe ? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless, to all, thy glory show. 6 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till, loosed from flesh and earth, I rise. And ever in thy bosom rest. Paul G'erhardt. Tr. by J. Wesley. «*! O Oazivff on. the cross. 1 Lord Jesus, when we stand afar And gaze upon thy holy cross. In love of thee and scorn of self, O may we count the world as loss. 2 When we behold thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. ',\ O holy Lord I uplifted high With outstretched arms, in mortal woo. Embracing in thy wondrous love The sinful world that lies below ! 4 Give us an ever-living faith To gaze beyond the things we see; And in the myster)' of thy death Draw us and all men after thee ! WllUsm "W. HoT7, CHRIST— SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. COMMUNION. C. M. Stephen Jksks. m ^^SE^EEE^_ 1. A - las ! -t5>- pm^ and did my Sav - ionr bleed ? And did -0 — r-^ • — r^ rs-^- my Sove - reign die ? ;a: 1 ■> tS"- tS"- Wi ■PL»- S>- 3Z- EPr^-? ^^ fl 1. 1 l> 1 .■^1 J-^J._ -^ 1 1 7 \f*h I J 1 J ' * *\ J 1 ! -^ =i= 1 1 1 /Lt,Lt^ _j_ -TTi ^—d- -75 ^ *— J ^ ' -1 J — S — J-«- tJ — 1 J ^^— j- _G^ i— -^- 1 M^ z^- -?l -• — * — ! — *-3- -1^. 1- :=3=J 1 Would he ^=^r^ — i a — Ti^ de - vote • - 1 g? — that — » — sa - ^ 1 cred head 1 -• * - For Buch a worm 9 as -1^ I? 1 — «> r BTrktzS— t — ^- -(S* 1 -;;$ « 'rj -5— -^ 1 1 "^ bl? r ^^ s-#- ^ — s* — » — ->^ ^ ^. J 1 ':^ \ i ti- ''[— — 1« — 1 1 -r- ' M — 1 L|2 y—i— M ' — t — 1 — C^ ■ i 'H.4: Godly sorrow at the ci'oss. 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I } 2 Was it for crimes that I have done. He 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 Maker, died, For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. And melt mine eyes to tears. 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. Isaac Watts. i4i.D Jle died for thee. 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree ; How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark ! how he groans, while nature shakes. And earth's strong pillars bend : The temple's veil in sunder breaks. The solid marbles rend. 80 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom 's paid! " Receive my soul ! " he cries : See where he bows his sacred head ; He bows his head, and dies. 4 But soon he '11 break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : 0 Lamb of God, was ever pain. Was ever love, like thine ? Samuel Wesley. i*J-0 God manifest in the flesh. 1 With glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found. Or God appear to me.'' 2 Will he forsake his throne above. Himself to worms impart? Answer, thou Man of grief and love. And speak it to my heart. 3 In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design ; What meant, thou suffering Son of man. Thy streaming blood divine ? 4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below. That I might now perceive thee near. And my Redeemer know? 5 Might view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see ; And gaze, transported at the sight. To all eternity? Charles Wesley. CHRIST— SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. OLIVES' BROW. L. M. William Batcheldes Beadbuet. 0 ^-^c^. 'J I "-' I now, The siiffering Saviour prays a - lone. fCf- — 0 0 0 0 — , 218 Prophecy fulfilled. 1 " 'Tis finished! " so the Saviour cried. And meekly bowed his head and died : 'Tis finished! yes, the race is run; The battle fought ; the victory won. 2 'Tis finished ! all that Heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old ; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew. 3 'Tis finished! Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour ; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finished! let the triumph rise And swell the chorus of the skies! Samuel Stcnnett. Lowell Mason. on high, On which the Saiionr of the world Is strotthcdin agony. 1. The royal banner is unfurled, Thccross is reared I I I I I I I I ill , \\ ■ I T ' <4j \j Ilnil, hohf cross ! 2 See! through his holy hands and feet The cruel nails they drive: Our ransom thus is made complete, Our souls are saved alive. 3 And see! the spear hath pierced his side. And shed that sacred flood. That holy reconciling tide. The water and the blood. 81 4 Hail, holy cross! from thee we learn The only way to heaven ; And O, to thee may sinners turn. And look, and he forgiven ! 5 Jehovah, we thy name adore, In thee we will rejoice. And sing, till time shall be no more. The triumphs n( the cross. Tenontiua FortunatuB. Tr. by jr. Cli«sdl«a. CHRIST— SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. SELENA. L. M. 61. Isaac Bakee Woodbfet, —I- —^-=x 1. O lov3 di - vine, what hast thou done! The incarnate .A. msm^ c--- 13: Grod hath died for me ! m _ff :^ -51- - — ^0-a-S' — ^■fS>-% — '!>—tS>—riS^--0T J ^ •^E -i^'-0-if9- -^- -Tl5^'-»T^-- ^ZSL. -.^M»i^^ w^. — »-^ — I Se ,a—M- -r-^^ 2iTzq=::^=i:puii:*=^zrs=Z3=, Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the do-minion of death and the grave-; ) Loud -wras the cho - rus of an -gels on high, — The Saviour hath ris - en, and man shall not die. J -•- 7S>- ■»- idi^i The voice of triumph. 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ; The being he gave us death cannot de- stroy : Sad were the life we may part with to- morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; TAMAR. But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow. And bade us, immortal, to heaven as- cend : Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. Henry Ware, Jr. Isaac Bakee "Woodbury. mi 3?: ¥?= )!i in tliy life Around thine empty grave. 1. Wel-come, thou Victor in tlie strife, Kow welcome from the cave ! To - day we tri - uraph in thy life Around thine empty grave. is:^; -4^0 Christ, the Conqueror. 2 Our enemy is put to shame. His short-lived triumph o'er; Our God is with us, we exclaim, We fear our foe no more. 3 O let thy conquering banner wave O'er hearts thou makest free, And point the path that from the grave Leads heavenward up to thee. 4 We bury all our sin and crime Deep in our Saviour's tomb. 86 And seek the treasure there, that time Nor change can e'er consume. 5 We die with thee : O let us live Henceforth to thee aright ; The blessings thou hast died to give Be daily in our sight. 6 Fearless we lay us in the tomb. And sleep the night away, If thou art there to break the gloom. And call us back to day. Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Misa C. 'Wintworth. CHRIST— RESURRECTION. PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. DORT. 6, 4. Lowell MASoy. .„.,•/, • i.,i. .• 1- I *i • L. / AmlwhereinmanvaWd \Pass through (hose gates of gold, ; l.Bi.c.glononsCoDqncror,nseIutothynaf.vcskies;Assnmethjnght;( 1^^ clouds an.bacbvardroUod. ) [And r^^ign iu ligutl ' r"_"r:_ c -g-0-g- -0"0-^ •«"♦■ - -*--#-#- -:— ^-«- -,$1-.- :z:i_irei«_*4 « -a: ,6 J — -.^zi !20|ii:z:;tTZit:pi!|;z:izzs:r^i_r::|_^i6.~~u li'tdtj Ascension /u/rnn. 1 Rise, g-Jorious Conqueror, rise Into thy native skies ; Assume thy right ; And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled. Pass through those gates of gold And reign in light ! 2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant train : Praises all heaven inspire ; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of rire, Thou Lamb once slain ! MENDEBRAS. 7, 6. 3 Enter, incarnate God ! No feet but thine have trod The serjjent down : Blow the full trumpets, blow. Wider yon portals throw. Saviour, triumphant, go. And take thy crown ! 4 Lion of Judah, hail ! And let thy name prevail From age to age : Lord of the rolling years. Claim for thine own the spheres. For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. Bla'.tlicw Bridges. German Melody. Anr.. uy Low-eli. Mason". -J— 4- fir ai ^-|y,-#-| '*-»*-ro — itry I 9= \ The day of re - sur-rpction ! Earth, tell it out (The pass - o - ver of gladness, The pass-o - ver a - broad 1 1 of God 1 ) From death to life e - tcr - nsJ, ~- -O- ■«- I I ^:az:t:JzFrr.-:T:z^f-J=iM From earth un - to the sky, Our Christ hath brought T^><> 6 H» — t: — r-Jift- •_L.i=E — [zz: -»_ • _ ^—^-^4—: — s — tf— hi » — • — »z=Ei F=:£S <4o«> Majestic triumph over the grave. 1 The morning kindles all the sky, The heavens resound with anthems high, The shining angels as they speed, Proclaim, " The Lord is risen indeed !" 2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred, While Roman guards kept watch and ward ; Majestic from the spoiled tomb. In pomp of triumph, he has come! 3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred ; Their Lord's beloved face to see. Eager they haste to Galilee. 4 His pierced hands to them he shows. His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angels' message speed. And shout, " The Lord is risen indeed!" 5 O Christ, thou King compassionate ! Our hearts possess, on thee we wait : Help us to render praises due. To thee the endless ages through ! Ambrosian. Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles. GRACE CHURCH. L. M. Ignace Plf.yei. 1. He di('S ! llic Friend of sinners (lies ! Lo ! Saloni's daughters ffeep around ; A solemn darkness roils (he skies, A sudJon (roiiililicf; Ml iiki'M M ' I 'I .' ' I I ' ' I I ' :■^e-«- -«(--«- —0-». Piip •4«j4 Diiiufj, risinrj, rcirfning. 2 Come, saints, and dro]) a tear or two For him who groaned beneath your load ; He shed a thousand drops lor you, — A thousand dro|)s of richer blood. 3 Here 's love and grief beyond degree : The Lord of glory dies for man ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see. Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; In vain the tomb forbids his rise ; 89 Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. r* 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: G Say, "Live forever, wondrous King! Born to redeem, and strong to save;" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sling?" And, "Where's thy victory, boasting Grave.''" leaao Watts, alt. by J. Wesley. CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. RIALTO. S. M. 1. The Lord is gUi^i 3E| -iZ- Geoege Fkkderick Boot. ZISL. deed ; -i9- . The grave hath —J «— ■ — lost 3^ -■^r^ With him shall rise -/&- the ransomed •^ •«- -^ seed, 9S uczzm To reign in end - less day. ■»- ■0- ■»- -&-^A -^- -<&■ . 1^ ii*j*y Joy in His resurrection. 1 The Lord is risen indeed ; The grave hath lost its prey ; With him shall rise the ransomed seed. To reign in endless day. 2 The Lord is risen indeed ; He lives, to die no more ; He lives, his people's cause to plead. Whose curse and shame he bore. 3 The Lord is risen indeed ; Attending angels, hear! Up to the courts of heaven, with speed. The joyful tidings bear: 4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join, all ye bright celestial choirs. To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly. fW»50 Gone into heavcrt,. 1 Thou art gone up on high To mansions in the skies ; And round thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise. 2 But we are lingering here. With sin and care oppressed : Lord, send thy promised Comforter, And lead us to thy rest. 3 Thou art gone up on high : But thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony To pass unto thy crown. 4 And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be ; But only let that path of tears Lead us at last to thee. 90 r 1 5 Thou art gone up on high : But thou shalt come again. With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in thy train. 6 O by thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour. At thy right hand on high. Smma Toke. [L. M. Tune, Ware. Pag-c 91.] 4i- ■!Z- =f m <4»30 Sufficiency of the atonement. 1 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, iny glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed. With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolved through these I am. From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father's bosom came, Who died for me, e'en me to atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. 4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, Which, at the mercy-seat of God, Forever doth for sinners plead. For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 5 Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore. Thou hast for all a ransom paid. For ail a full atonement made. Nicolaus L. ZioTicndorf. Tr. by J. Wesley. <* O t* An advocate with the Father. 1 Jolin 2: 1. 1 Jesus, my Advocate above. My Friend before the throne of love, If now for mc prevails thy prayer. If now I lind thee pleading there, — 2 If thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray, — Hear, and my weak petitions join. Almighty Advocate, lo thi-ie. 91 3 Jesus, my heart's desire obtain ; My earnest suit present, and gain: My fullness of corruption show ; The knowledge of myself bestow. 4 O sovereign Love, to thee I cry. Give me thyself, or else I die ! Save me from death, from hell set free; Death, hell, are but the want of thee. Charles Wesley. iZ'±\J Christ, ICing and Creator. 1 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, Saviour of all who trust thy word, To them who seek thee ever near. Now to our praises bend thine ear. 2 In thy dear cross a grace is found. It flows from every streaming wound, Whose power our inlired sin controls, Breaks the firm bond and frees our souls. 3 Thou didst create the stars ot night. Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light ; Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear. 4 When thou didst hang upon the tree. The ([uaking earth acknowledged thee ; When thou didst there yield up thy breath. The world grew dark as shades of death. • 5 Now in the Father's gloiy high. Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by thy mighty power detVnd, And reign through ages withmit end. Gregory Uie Qreat. Tr. by S. Falmor. CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. ORTONVILLE. C. M. Thomas Hastings. 1. Ma - jes - tic sweetness sits enthroned -F— g=F- Up - on the Saviour's brow ; His ,--; — rr-a' — r^ » ^ ' r-^---Kf , 0 1 head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow, His lips with grace o'erflow. 4t^\- Majestic sweetness. 2 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To him I owe my life and breath. And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death. He saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of his abode. He brings my weary feet ; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joy complete. 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. Samuel Stennett. [L. M. Tune, Uxbridge. Page 109.] ^ 4 ^ Life in Christ. 1 I ICNOW that my Redeemer lives; What joy the blest assurance gives ! He lives, he lives, who once was dead ; He lives, my everlasting Head ! 2 He lives, to bless me with his love ; He lives, to plead for me above ; He lives, my hungry soul to feed ; He lives, to help in time of need. S He lives, and grants me daily breath ; He lives, and I shall conquer death ; 92 He lives, my mansion to prepare ; He lives, to bring me safely there. 4 He lives, all glory to his name; He lives, my Saviour, still the same; What joy the blest assurance gives, I know that my Redeemer lives ! Samuel Medley. [H. M. Tuno, Christ Church. Page 93.] .4 4 «J Froj)het, Priest, and Kinc/. 1 Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power. That ever mortals knew, Or angels ever bore : All are too mean to speak his worth. Too mean to set the Saviour forth. 2 Great Prophet of our God, Our tongues shall bless thy name ; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven. Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 3 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has shed his blood and died; The guilty conscience needs No sacrifice beside : His precious blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 O thou almighty Lord, Our Conqueror and King, Thy scepter and thy sword, Thy reigning grace, we sing: Thine is the power ; behold we sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet. Isaac Watts. CHRIST — RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. CHRIST CHURCH. H. M. Charles Stegc.u.i. 1 — I L_j ^^^^ i m \ /^ 1 J L^ ^ ^ ^ J u _j U, ^ 0 1. Re - joice, the Lord is King-! Your Lord anA King a - dore ; Mor-tals, give thanks and sing, -G^r-—- -0 ( • 0 1 I W 0 \ \ And triumph cv - er - more; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. -^44 Rejoice n'ennore. 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore ; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns. The God of truth and love; When he had purged our stains. He took his seat above; Lift up your hearts, Hft up your voice ; Rejoice, again 1 say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given ; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 4 He sits at God's right hand Till ail his foes sul)mit, And how to his command, And fall beneath his feet; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 5 He all his foes shall quell. And all our sins destroy; Let every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 93 6 Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus the Judge shall come. And take his servants up To their eternal home; We soon shall hear the archangel's voice-, The trump of God shall sound, — Rejoice! Charles Wesley. li^O Glory to glory^s ICing. 1 God is gone up on high, With a triumphant noise; The clarions of the sky Proclaim the angelic joys : Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. 2 All power to our great Lord Is by the Father given ; By angel hosts adored. He reigns supreme in heaven : Join all on earth, rejoice and sing ; Glory ascribe to glory's King. 3 High on his holy seat, He bears the righteous .sway; His foes beneath his feet Shall sink and die away: Join all on eartii. rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. 4 Till all the earth, renewed In righteou'^n(•ss divine. With all the hosts of God, In one great chorus join, join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. Charles Wesley. CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. AUTUMN. 8, 7. D. SPANisn Melody, feom Maeechio. -G-rlrh-Ts — 1 — ^ r-J 1 1 . r-^->. d-±d-i^ n-f— •>^ s 1 ' I feA^-ti-x- =^-J•.-^ 1 ; — ^ . tf~ ^ ^- -^^-5 — H ZS?^:.i^-^ .ir :^:z^i -^-J-J-"7=^HH 1. Hail, iho X once despised Jo - susi — i — 25- Hail, thou Gal-i-le-an. ! 1 1 King ! Thou didst suffer to release us ; D. S. By thy merits wa find favor ; ^^^, 1 N 1 . 1 i ^4^-^.-,- "25- .-*—#-•-*- 7:;>—sr -# • : tpvJ t^^ ti^' >^.^ -7^-.-^---^- — ^ 1 ; I I 1 iJ. o. Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou ago - uizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ! Life isgiventhroughthy name. i-.^.«. ^. 1^. 2_t. uZt ?=!?: .^40 Ciw Paschal Lamb. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed. All our sins on thee were laid : By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forg-iven, Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven ; Peace is made 'tvvixt man and God. 3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide ; All the heavenly hosts adore thee. Seated at thy Father's side : SCUDAMORE. 8, 7. There for sinners thou art pleading; There thou dost our place prepare: Ever for us interceding, Till in gloiy we appear. 4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits ; Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; Help to sing our Saviour's merits; Help to chant Immanuel's praise ! John Bakewell. Eev. E. E. CnopE. 9 I i ■<^ 1. '■ We slialhcc Him," monr nature, Sealed ou Ms lofty tlrone, lored, ailorci by ct - cry create, Owned as Goil, and God alone! ! "^ i h -0-^- <44 / Casting our croivns before Him. 1 "We shall see Him," in our nature, Seated on his lofty throne. Loved, adored, by every creature. Owned as God, and God alone ! 2 There the hosts of shining spirits Strike their harps, and loudly sing To the praise of Jesus' merits. To the glory of their King. ©-*,■-(?-«>- r 3 When we pass o'er death's dark river, "We shall see him as he is," Resting in his love and favor. Owning all the glory his. 4 There to cast our crowns before him, O what bliss the thought affords ! There forever to adore him, King of kings, and Lord of lords ! ■Onkuown. 94 CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. CORONATION. C. M. Olitee Holdex. Y-0—»—«l—o-\-i^0—0—\-»—\-e — •— # — y-\-O-.-\-^Y0—^—0—«-\- — *-#-}-#— I 1. All hail the power of Jesns' name! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal di - a - dem, ^■^- -^ 0—e '-; ; 1 *- Lj 1 . — L^.'.i-.| — I j — 1 : ^^SEtSi^i^dfdM And crown him Lo Bring forth the royal di - a - dem, And crow^n him Lord of •^4c5 Crown Him Lord of all. 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball ; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race. Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe. And crown him Lord of all. 6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We'll join the everlasting song. And crown him Lord of all. Edward Pcrronet. 249 [S, 7, 4. Tunc, Zion. Page C3.] Crown the Saviour. 1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious. See the Man of sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious. Every knee lo him shall bow : Crown him. crown him; Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the .Saviour, angels, crown him: Rich the trophies Jesus brings: 95 In the seat of power enthrone him, While the vault of heaven rings : Crown him, crown him; Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him. Mocking thus the .Saviour's claim; Saints and angels crowd around him. Own his title, praise his name: Crown him, crown him ; Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station : O what joy the sight affords ! Crown him, crown him. King of kings, and Lord of lords. Thomas Kelly. [L. M. 01. Tunc. Sflenx P.ij;eS2.] «*<3U Our cvcrla.fting Priest. 1 O THOU eternal Victim, slain A sacrifice for guilty man. By the eternal Spirit made An offering in the sinner's stead; Our everlasting Priest art thou. Pleading thy death for sinners now. 2 Thy offering still continues new; Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue ; Thou art the ever-slaughtered Lamb, Thy priesthood still remains the same; Thy years, O Lord, can never fail ; Thy goodness is unchangeable. 3 O that our faith may never move, But stand unshaken as thy love! Sure evidence of things unseen, Passing the years that intervene. Now let it view ujion the tree The Lord, who bleeds and dies for me. Charles Wesley. CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. CARLISLE. S. M. ClIAELES LOCKTIARI. i^Di- The victory of the cross. 1 Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns, In glorious strength arrayed ; His kingdom over all maintains. And bids the earth be glad : 2 Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesus' mighty love; Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, To him who rules above. 3 Extol his kingly power; Kiss the exalted Son, Who died, and lives to die no more, High on his Father's throne : 4 Our Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross. Claarles Wesley. <4iti^ Christ, our Intercessor. 1 Lord, how shall sinners dare Look up to thine abode. Or offer their imperfect prayer Before a holy God? 2 Bright terrors guard thy seat. And glories veil thy face ; Yet mercy calls us to thy feet. And to thy throne of grace. 3 My soul, with cheerful eye See where thy Saviour stands. The glorious Advocate on high. With incense in his hands. 4 Teach my weak heart, O Lord, With faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word — Father, with joy divine. Anne Steele. LANGTON. S. M. -Ir-oiii Adapted by C. Streetfiki.d. 1. Enllironedis Upon his heavenly The kingly crown is on his brow. Thcsuintsaroat his ftet. :^t:s=s;rf_:?:|;?ir^q .^Oo Jesus enthroned. 2 In shining white they stand, A great and countless throng; A palmy scepter in each hand, On every lip a song. 3 Thev sing the Lamb of God, Once slain on earth for them ; t: The Lamb, through whose atoning blood. Each wears his diadem. 4 Thy grace, O Holy Ghost, Thy blessed help supply, That we may join that radiant host. Triumphant in the sky. Tliomas J. Judkla. 96 CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. HEBER. C. M. Geoegi KreoflixT. 1. With joy we med m^ g^ tate the grace our High Priest a - bove ; fei His heart is made of ten - der - ness, His bow - els melt with love. -^- e :52=- -T^- iS>- '4o4 Our merciful High Priest. 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he hath felt the same. 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out strong cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 4 He '11 never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks. Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In every trying hour. Isaao Watts. «*00 Christ, cnir guide. 1 Jesus, the Lord of glory, died, That we might never die ; And now he reigns supreme, to guide His people to the sky. 2 Weak though we are, he still is near. To lead, console, defend; In all our sorrow, all our fear. Our all-suflicient Friend. 3 From his hiy;h throne in bliss he deigns Our every piayer to heed ; Bears with our folly, sootiies our pains. Supplies our every need. 7 W 4 And from his love's exhaustless spring, Joys like a river come. To make the desert bloom and sing. O'er which we travel home. 5 O Jesus, there is none like thee, Our Saviour and our Lord ; Through earth and heaven exalted be. Beloved, obeyed, adored. Baptist W. Noel. iwOD King of kings, and Lord of lords. 1 The head that once was crowned with thorns. Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords. Is to our Jesus given ; The King of kings, and Lord of lords. He reigns o'er earth and heaven : 3 The joy of all who dwell above. The joy of all below. To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know. 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given ; Their name, an everlasting name. Their joy, the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below. They reign with him above; Their everlasting joy to know The mystery of his love. Thomas KeUy- CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. DIADEMATA. S. M. u. Sie Geoege J. Elvbt. 1. Crown Mm with ma - ny crowns, The Lamh np - on his throne ; Hark, how the heavenly i^Sl 4:1- -i« — ^- « — f- ??: E F an - them drowns All mu - sic but its a-^- mti own: A - wake, my soul, and sing, _*4L » * m m "^'^ ^r Of him who died for thee, And hail him as thy matchless King Through all eterni - ty. 3% i-M i^-*-f- S]3 -i4iO i On Sis head were many crowns. Rev. 19: 12. 1 Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne ; Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own! .Awake, my soul, and sing, Of him who died for thee, .And hail him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. 2 Crown him the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, — Rich wounds, yet visible above. In beauty glorified : No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so great. ;3 Crown him the Lord of peace ! Whose power a scepter sways iFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise : 'His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced feet Fair flowers of paradise extend, Tlieir fragrance ever sweet. . 98 i 1 I ' 4 Crown him the Lord of years, The Potentate of time. Creator of the rolling spheres. Ineffably sublime] All hail ! Redeemer, hail ! For thou hast died for me ; Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity. MatUiew Bridges. [8, 7. Tune, Stock^vell. Pajje 42.] i<^DO His speaking blood. 1 Father, hear the blood of Jesus, Speaking in thine ears above: From impending wrath release us ; Manifest thy pardoning love. 2 O receive us to thy favor, — For his only sake receive; Give us to the bleeding Saviour, Let us by his dying live. 3 "To thy pardoning grace receive them," Once he prayed upon the tree; Still his blood cries out, " Forgive them ; All their sins were laid on me." 4 Still our Advocate in heaven. Prays the prayer on earth begun, " Father, show their sins forgiven; Father, glorify thy Son !" Charles "Wealcr- CHRIST— RESURRECTION, PRIESTHOOD, REIGN. ESSEX. 7. Thomas Clakk J \ i:^^ I s. ^^ d= =^_tEEt ^jT -^ X Christ, the Lord, is risen a - gain, Christ hath broken ev - ery chain; Hark ! an-gel - ic -^Oy The Lord is risen. 1 Christ, ihe Lord, is risen again, Christ hath broken every chain; Hark ! angelic voices cr}% Singing evermore on high, Hallelujah! Praise the Lord ! 2 He who gave for us his life, Who for us endured the strife, Is our Paschal Lamb to-day! We, too, sing for joy, and say. Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! ,3 He who bore all pain and loss. Comfortless, upon the cross. Lives in gloiy now on high, Pleads for us, and hears our cry ; Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 4 Now he bids us tell abroad How the lost may be restored, How the penitent forgiven. How we, too, may enter heavei\ ! Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! Michael Wclase. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth. ^OU The Lord is risoi. 1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say ; Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, — and earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle Vv'on : Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell : Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath opened paradise. 99 4 Lives again our glorious King ; W^here, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save ; Where's thy victory, boasting Grav^? 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Follow our exalted Head; Made like him, like him we rise ; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Charles Wesley. -^OA Asce7ision day. 1 Hail the day that sees Him rise- Ravished from our WMshful eyes ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends his native heaven. 2 There the pompous triumph waits: Lift your heads, eternal gates ; Wide unfold the radiant scene; Take the King of gloiy in! o Circled round with angel powers. Their triumphant Lord and ours, Conqueror over death and sin, — Take the King of glory in! 4 Him though highest heaven receives. Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 5 See, he lifts his hands above ! See, he shows the prints of love! Hark, his gracious lips bestow Blessings on his Church below! 6 Saviour, parted from our sight, High above yon azure height, (".rant our hearts may thither rise, Following thee beyond the skies. Chorlee Wesley. i FULTON. -^=^-- iQ: -a*-»^ THE HOLY spirit: "William Batcheli>jeb Beadbitey. -B— ^ 1 J— « 1 i — ff ^t: # -#-• 3= =5: 1 Gra - cions Spir - it, Love di - vine, Let thy light with - in me shine ! — e 0 i_J c -_

Earnest of endless re<%t. 1 Gracious Spirit, Love divine. Let thy light within me shine ! All my guilty fears remove ; Fill me with thy heavenly love. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me ; Set the burdened sinner free ; Lead me to the Lamb of God ; Wash me in his precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart ; Seal salvation on my heart ; Breathe thyself into my breast. Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray ; Keep me in the narrow way ; Fill my soul with joy divine ; Keep me, Lord, forever thine. John Stocker. »^00 His grace entreated. 1 Holy Spirit, Truth divine ! Dawn upon this soul of mine ; Word of God, and inward Light ! Wake my spirit, clear my sight. 2 Holy Spirit, Love divine ! Glow within this heart of mine ; Kindle every high desire ; Perish self in thy pure fire ! 3 Holy Spirit, Power divine ! Fill and nerve this will of mine ; By thee may I strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive. 100 4 Holy Spirit, Right divine ! King within my conscience reign ; Be my law, and I shall be Firmly bound, forever free. Samuel Longfellow. .4D4 The gracious Comforter. 1 Granted is the Saviour's prayer, Sent the gracious Comforter; Promise of our parting Lord, Jesus, to his heaven restored; 2 Christ, who now gone up on high, Captive leads captivity. While his foes from him receive Grace, that God with man may live. 3 God, the everlasting God, Makes with mortals his abode ; Whom the heavens cannot contain, He vouchsafes to dwell in man. 4 Never will he thence depart. Inmate of a humble heart ; Carrying on his work within, Striving till he cast out sin. 5 There he helps our feeble moans. Deepens our imperfect groans. Intercedes in silence there. Sighs the unutterable prayer. 6 Come, divine and peaceful Guest, Enter our devoted breast : Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire. Kindle there the gospel fire. 7 Crown the agonizing strife, Principle and Lord of life : Life divine in us renew. Thou the Gift and Giver too ! Charles Wesley. THE HOLY SPIRIT. [8, 7. Tune, StockwelL Page 42.] <60d The Source of consolation. 1 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; Pierce the clouds of nature's night ; Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. 2 From the height which knows no measure. As a gracious shower descend. Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. 3 Author of the new creation. Come with unction and with power ; Make our hearts thy habitation ; On our souls thy graces shower. 4 Hear O hear, our supplication. Blessed Spirit, God of peace! Rest upon this congregation. With the fullness of thy grace. Paul Gerliardt. Tr. by J. C. Jacobi, alt. by A. M. Toplady. [8, T. Tune, Love Divine. Pago 1S2,] .^OD Guide and Comforter. 1 Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, Ever watchful, ever kind, Thy celestial aid possessing. Prisoned souls deliverance find. Seal of truth, and Bond of union, Source of light, and Flame of love, Symbol of divine communion, In the olive-bearing dove; 2 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, Comforter of minds distressed, When the billows till with terror. Pointing to an ark of rest; Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, Greater than all gifts below, May our hearts thy grace inherit ; May our lips thy glories show ! Thomas J. Judk^n. [7. Tunc, Fulton. Page 100] •s»0 ^ The work of the Holy Spirit. 1 Holy Ghost, with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine; Chase the shades of night away. Turn my darkness into day. 2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine; Long hath sin, without control. Held dominion o'er my soul. 101 3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine. Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 4 Holy Spirit, all divine. Dwell within this heart of mine; Cast down every idol-throne, Reign supreme — and reign alone. Andrew Beed. [L. M. Tune, Ames. Page 75.] .^DO His univei'sal effusion. 1 On all the earth Thy Spirit shower; The earth in righteousness renew ; Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower. And to thy scepter all subdue. 2 Like mighty winds, or torrents fierce, Let him opposers all o'errun ; And every law of sin reverse. That faith and love may make all one. 3 Yea, let him. Lord, in ever)' place His richest energy declare ; While lovely tempers, fruits of grace, The kingdom of thy Christ prepare. 4 Grant this, O holy God and true ! The ancient seers thou didst inspire. To us perform the promise due ; Descend, and crown us now with fire. Henry More, alt. by J. Wesley. [L. M. Tune, PvOse Hill. Page 147.] f^Oy Come, Creator Spirit. 1 O COME, Creator Spirit blest ! Within these souls of thine to rest ; Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Come, Holy Spirit, now descend ! Most blessed gift which God can send ; Thou Fire of love, and Fount of life ! Consume our sins, and calm our strife. 3 With patience firm and purpose high, The weakness of our flesh supply ; Kindle our senses from above. And make our hearts o'erflow with love. 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread. And grant us thy true peace instead ; So shall we not, with thee to guide. Turn from the paths of life aside. Gregory the Great. CHESTERFIELD. THE HOLY SPIRIT. C. M. Kev. Thomas Haweis. i- I I ' / / > .r-(— N Joseph P. Holbeook. I. Tton who like (he wind dost come, Come to me, hut ne'er de- part; Blessed Spirit, make thy lionie In my tknkfnl heart, rwOo Prayer to the Holt/ Spirit. 1 Thou who like the wind dost come, Come to me, but ne'er depart ; Blessed Spirit, make thy home In my thankful heart. 2 Answer not with tongues of light ; Brood not o'er me like a dove; Fall upon me in thy might ; Fill me with thy love. 3 Sin has ruled me; set me free; Sin has scourged me ; bring me rest : Help my fainting soul to flee To my Saviour's breast. 4 Tell me much of cleansing blood; Show me sin, but sin forgiven : Step by step, where Christ has trod, Help me home to heaven. Hervey D. G-anse. NE^V HAVEN. 6, 4. Thomas Hastings. -N— >r -^r-«- zi^zztz jz=^=gz >=ZZi^=J= -_,_^^_ "ti— > 1. Come, Ho -ly G-host, in love, Shed on us from a - bove Thine own bright ray ! Di - vine - 17 good thou art ; Thy sacred gifts impart To gladden each sad heart: O come to - day! i* :t ■f—<^ :t € m t= :ii=^ ^—fiuJU^ — "-i — t^— y- I 3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dv/ell in each breast; We know no dawn but thine. Send forth thy beams divine. On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest ! 4 Come, all the faithful bless; Let all who Christ confess His praise employ: Give virtue's rich reward; Victorious death accord, And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy! Kobert II., Kins of France. Tr. by K. Palmer. i4o4: Invocation of the Holy Spirit. 1 Come, Holy Ghost, in love. Shed on us from above Thine own bright ray! Divinely good thou art; Thy sacred gifts impart To gladden each sad heart: O come to-day ! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best. Our most delightful Guest, With soothing power: Rest, which the weary know. Shade, 'mid the noontide glow. Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow. Cheer us, this hour! 106 THE HOLY SPIRIT. STATE STREET. S. M. JoNyVTnAN Call 'Woodman. ^0»> For the SpirWs energy. 2 From the celestial hills Light, life, and joy dispense; And may I daily, hourly, feel Thy quickening influence. 3 O melt this frozen heart. This stubborn will subdue; Each evil passion overcome. And form me all anew. 4 The profit will be mine, But thine shall be the praise ; Cheerful to thee will I devote The remnant of my days. Benjamin Beddome. <40U Renewal of Pentecost. 1 Lord God, the Holy Ghost ! In this accepted hour. As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all thy power. 2 We meet with one accord In our appointed place. And wait the promise of our Lord, — The Spirit of all grace. 3 Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind ; One soul, one feeling breathe. 4 The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above ; And give us hearts and tongues of flie. To pray, and praise, and love. 5 Spirit of light! explore. And chase our gloom away, With luster shining more and more. Unto the perfect day. ' James Montgomery. ONTARIO. S. M. LoKBON TuxE Cook. 1. Blest Comforter ili- yinc, let rays of heavenly love A - raid onrploomanJ darkness shine, AnJ point our souls above. ^s^^m ipgpl 287 The Comforter.. 2 Turn us with gentle voice From every sinful way. And bid the mourning saint rejoice. Though earthly joys decay. 3 By thine inspiring breath Make every cloud of care, 107 And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glor>' wear. 4 O fill thou every heart With love to all our race ; Great Comforter, to us impart These blessings of thy grace. Urs. Ijydia H. Sigcramey. THE SCRIPTURES. DOVER. S. M. Feom Aaeon Williams. n tt 1 I 1 1 \ 1 y ^uo 1 1 1 1 ^ ~ J J 1 -1 '■ /ts ■tto /i*, — « -^, ~% — 1 — -*^ — 1 — — ^ 6? — 1. Thy -i— "word, -^ 5^ al - might - 1 7 Lord, =^ — # — Where'er it (e'- en — r* - ters 1 in, C\*^ Q ^' d '" ^ P^ r Y ^ S^ "^^ 1 T'#l+«* f^ -lo \ '/5 n;5 1 ^ TTJt., » : 1 ,1? L r 1 r 1 ff iS 1 ■ ; 1 1 U 1 1 1 ^ 1 dn ^ 1 . 1 1 1 ' ■ y ttj+ 1 1 - 1 1 1 , 1 « 1 B JL. H 1 1 1 fm Ti ' « c-^j f>- « ' I a w 1 1 1 "k '^. ^ 1 ! ! # 1 I f> ^' 1 1 uJ am Is sba rp - er than 1 a two-edged sword, To slay 1 the a man — G — -f- of i 1 <5? sin. ^^|ir-&— -w- P~ 1 ©' — "!* 1 i -f-^— F— -» — —f— 1 _, _T* -g — H « r 1 1 i f 1 . 1 - [> II' 1 '^ 11 r ' ' ' 1 '/5> 1 ' n \ 11 1 1 ' ' 1 1 i*Oo God's word, quick and powerful. 2 Thy word is power and life ; It bids confusion cease, And changes envy, hatred, strife, To love, and joy, and peace. 3 Then let our hearts obey The gospel's glorious sound ; And all its fruits, from day to day, Be in us and abound. James Montgomezy. i4oy Spreading the Scriptures. 1 Jesus, the word bestow. The true, immortal seed ; Thy gospel then shall greatly grow. And all our land o'erspread; Through earth extended wide Shall mightily prevail, Destroy the works of self and pride, And shake the gates of hell. 2 Its energy exert In the believing soul; Diffuse thy grace through every part, And sanctify the whole ; Its utmost virtue show In pure consummate love. And fill with all thy life below. And give us thrones above. Charlea Wesley. [L. M. Tune, Missionarj' Chant. Page 69. J tiijy} The hriglitening glory of the Gospel. 1 Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine ; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. 2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight. From year to year does knowledge soar ; And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. 3 More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unturled, Expanding with the expanding soul. Its radiance shall o'erflow the world, — 4 Flow to restore, but not destroy ; As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy. And sweeps the lingering mists away. Sir John Bowring. [L. M. 6 1. Tune, Selena. Page 82.] <- Feeckletok Bukeows. *-^ * CV^-l 1. The coun - sels SSte T^v* ^1 ^- I I ^g — b.< re - deem - ing grace The sa - cred leaves nn - :p= i ^2- ?= iSs And here the Sav - iour's love - ly I face Our rapt - nred eyes be - hold. s • j 1 i—r-i J >t- -0- m -^ /Wt/t) Riches of Godh word. 1 The counsels of redeeming grace The sacred leaves unfold ; And here the Saviour's lovely face Our raptured eyes behold. 2 Here light descending from above Directs our doubtful feet ; Here promises of heavenly love Our ardent wishes meet. 3 Our numerous griefs are here redressed, And all our wants supplied : Naught we can ask to make us blest Is in this book denied. 4 For these inestimable gains, That so enrich the mind, 0 may we search with eager pains, Assured that we shall find. Samuel Stennett. •Coxi Glory of the Scriptures. 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 truths upon the nations rise : They rise, but never set. 3 Lord, everlasting thanks be thine For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love. Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above. William Cowper. f^iji Bible precious. 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 clearer light Of an eternal day. John Fawceu. Revelation disseminated. 298 1 Hail, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night; Diffusing o'er a ruined world The heahng beams of light. 2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid. Restores our wandering feet ; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet. 3 O send thy light and truth abroad, In all their radiant blaze; And bid the admiring world adore The glories of thy grace. no John BattresB. THE SCRIPTURES. MELODY C. M. I. P. Cole. <4iij\j Excellence and sujftcienq/. 1 Father of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! Forever be thy name adored For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast ; Sublimer sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 5 O may these heavenly -pages be Our ever dear delight; And still new beauties may we .see, And still increasing light. () Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near; Teach us to love thy sacred word, And view the Saviour there. Anne Steele. •jUU Light from heaven. 1 Bright was the guiding star that Icil. With mild, benignant ray. 111 The Gentiles to the lowly bed Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But lo ! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode; It shines through sin and sorrow's night, To guide us to our God. 1) O gladly tread the narrow path, While hght and grace are given ; Who meekly follow Christ on earth Shall reign with him in heaven. Harriet Anber. •5Ul God rjivdh the increase. — 1 Cor. 3:7. 1 Almighty God, thy word is cast Like seed upon the ground; O let the dew of heaven descend, And shed its influence round. X! Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove; ^Tay it take root in eveiy heart, And grow in faith and love. 3 Let not this life's deceitful cares, Nor worldly wealth and joy. Nor .scorching beam, nor stormy blast. The rising plant destroy. •i Where'er the word of life is sown. A large increase bestow; That all who hear ihy message, Lord. Its saving j^owtr may know. Johu Cawood, alt. by 'W. P. Uall. THE SINNER— LOST CONDITION. HAVEN. C. M. Thomas Hasttnos. n ^ #■• ■ -^^ 1 ^ 1 1 1 "^S -^-r 1 -J «! :2i — ^ — 1— -— — « — isti: -a/— -d— 1— ^ l—lr And Sa - tan b 1 1 inds onr -(& — cap ■i9- - tive bftizl souls 1 — •— * — Fast — 1 — in — « — ' his — » — Slav - ish chains. 9-#i=? -^ ^^t- ■1 \ -^ br- <^ • » 1 f-'~\\ ff ~ i _ ^V 1 (5* f^ • m II ' 1 1 1 I oU,4 Lord^ help ray unbelief. 1 How sad our state by nature is ! Our sin, how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word : " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come. And trust a faithful Lord." 3 My soul obeys the gracious call. And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise. Lord ; O help my unbelief ! 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood. Incarnate God, I fly; Here let me wash my guilty soul From crimes of deepest dye. 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless wonn, Into thine arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all. Isaac ■Watts. oU«5 Without Ood in the world. 1 God is in this and every place; But O, how dark and void To me ! — 'tis one great wilderness, This earth without my God. 2 Empty of him who all things fills, Till he his light impart. Till he his glorious self reveals, The veil is on my heart. 3 O Thou who seest and know'st my grief. Thyself unseen, unknown. Pity my helpless unbelief. And break my heart of stone. 4 Regard me with a gracious eye; The long-sought blessing give ; And bid me, at the point to die, Behold thy face and live. Charles Wesley. t)U4 His pitying love. 1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair. We wretched sinners lay. Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief: He saw, and, O amazing love! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he sped, Entered the grave in mortal flesh. And dwelt among the dead. 4 O for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break ; And all harmonious human tongues. The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold ; But when you raise your highest notes. His love can ne'er be told. Isaac Wiitto. 112 THE SINNER— LOST CONDITION. I^OUVAISr. L. M. VlEGIL COEYDO^^ TayLOE, ^ s>- 1. Lord, v/e are vile, conceived in sin, I -«• -I— I — ■♦--=- -•■-I— *-- §i±?S ?!2: 1^ And torn un - ho ly and nn- clean ; 4m^§^ IgEjEfE -•■ -•- — • 1 Sprung from the man whose guilt - y fall Cor - rupts his race, and taints us all. r-J. ± 9^ ■?-^7- i ♦• -f2- ^ ^ ^ .^ ^ oUO Original corruption and actual sin. 1 Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin. And born unholy and unclean ; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts his race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath The seeds of sin grow up for death ; Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we 're defiled in every part. 3 Behold, we fall before thy face; Our only refuge is thy grace : No outward forms can make us clean ; The leprosy lies deep within. 4 Nor bleeding- bird, nor bleeding beast. Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest. Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can ^^■ash the dismal stain away. 5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone, Hath pow'cr sufficient to atone ; Thy blood can make us white as sno.v; No Jewish types could cleanse us so. 6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace. Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or case; Lord, let us hear thy pardoning voice. And mr.!:2 these broken hearts rejoice. I:;aac Watts. ajliO The great Physician. 1 Deep are the Avounds which sin has made ; Where shall the sinner find a cure.'' In vain, alas! is nature's aid; The work exceeds her utmost power. :=F n^ Pi 113 2 But can no sovereign balm be found. And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound. Ere life and hope forever fly ? 3 There is a great Physician near; Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heavenly smiles, appear Such help as nature cannot give. 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood. Life, health, and bliss abundant flow; And in that sacrificial flood A balm for all thy grief and woe. Anne Steele. *i\j i Inbred leprosy. 1 Jesus, a word, a look from thee. Can turn my heart and make it clean ; Purge out the inbred leprosy. And save me from my bosom sin. 2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe Thou canst the saving grace impart ; Thou canst this instant now forgive. And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 My heart, which now to thee I raise, I know thou canst this moment cleanse. The deepest stains of sin efface. And drive the evil spirit hence. 4 Be it according to thy word ; Accomplish now thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restored. Devote its deathless powers to thee. Charles 'WeeAey. THE SINNER— LOST CONDITION. SHAV/MUT. Abe. by Lowell Mason. 1. My former hopes are ■»-■»- r- My terror now be -gins: I feel, a -las '.that I am dead In trespass -es and sins. W -»-»- 1 I r^TV I OUo /« trespasses and sins. 1 My former hopes are fled; My terror now begins: 1 feel, alas ! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. 2 When I review my ways, 1 dread impending- doom : Bat hark! a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." 3 With trembling hope I see A glimmering from afar ; -A beam of day that shines for me. To save me from despair. 4 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I '11 gaze upon it while I run. And watch the rising day. WiUiam Cowper. tSOy Dependence on the Spirit. 1 How helpless nature lies, Unconscious of her load ! The heart unchanged can never rise To happiness and God. 2 Can aught but power divine The stubborn will subdue? 'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine To form the heart anew; 3 The passions to recall, And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall From reason's darkened eyes. 4 O change these hearts of ours. And give them life divine ; , Then shall our passions and our powers. Almighty Lord, be thine. Anne Steele. OlU Helpless a^id guilty. 1 Ah, how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness. We sink beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes. Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? 1/ ^ 3 The mountains, in thy wrath. Their ancient seats forsake ; The trembling earth deserts her place. Her rooted pillars shake. 4 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None — none can meet him, and escape, But through the Saviour's blood. Isaac Watta. OlX Obduracy bemoaned. 1 O THAT I could repent! O that I could believe ! Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend, The rock in sunder cleave : Thou, by thy two-edged sword. My soul and spirit part ; Strike with the hammer of thy word. And break my stubborn heart. 2 Saviour, and Prince of peace. The double grace bestow; Unloose the bands of wickedness. And let the captive go : Grant me my sins to feel. And then the load remove: Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal. The balm of pardoning love. Cliarles 'WeBley. Ox/W Clu-ist our raiisom. 1 Our sins on Christ were laid; He bore the mighty load ; Our ransom-price he fully paid In groans, and tears, and blood. 2 To save a world, he dies ; Sinners, behold the Lamb! To him lift up your longing eyes-, Seek mercy in his name. 3 Pardon and peace abound; He will your sins forgive ; Salvation in his name is found, — - He bids the sinner live. 4 Jesus, we look to thee-. Where else can sinners go? Thy boundless love shall set us free From wretchedness and woe. John Fawcett. 114= THE SINNER— PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL. STATE STREET. S. M. Jonathan Call "Woodman. lit zazzn: ^^ hi .*j . sus, thou Source di -^ vine, Whence hope -CI. . O- fort flow! -IS- # =F=F fl k 1 1 1 r 1 1 1 1* 1 ' J : 1 .' 1 1 1 1 1 J 1 1 4\^ ^ *l r> « u- U — 6^, — -»' • ^^ — i^ — ■ ^^ — s*— -^ — — I— — 25 -»■ J ^:r- 'Si -^^ ■woe. Je - sus, no oth - er name than thine r P- * ^^— —V a 1 Can '5' save frora end — # # S — - less prn^ ' 1 i 1 -» P- 1 1 ^ -_gzd E?^r:^^E=i -«? ' 1 1 1 r ' «5lo y/ie ow/j,' name. 1 Jesus, thou Source divine. Whence hope and comfort flow! Jesus, no other name than thine Can save from endless woe. 2 None else will Heaven approve : Thou art the only way, Ordained by everlasting love. To realms of endless day. 3 Here let our feet abide. Nor from thy path depart : Direct our steps, thou gracious Guide ! And cheer the fainting heart. 4 Safe through this world of night. Lead to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light. Where joy forever reigns. Anne Steele. «JJ.4 The precious blood. 1 God's holy law transgressed. Speaks nothing but despair; Convinced of guilt, with grief oppressed, We find no comfort there. 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works which we have done. Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers. Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood: 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound. And reconciles to God. 4 High lifted on the cross The spotless Victim dies ; This is salvation's only source; Hence all our hopes arise. Benjamin 3eddome. AZMON. Carl Gotthelf Glasee, are. by Lowfxl Mason. 1. How great the wisdom, power,aii(igraco,Wicliinre(leraptionsliine!Tlie heaTculy host with joy confess The work is ail di-vine. _J__- J ^ J J^v J .. ^ J J oLO Wonders of redemption. 1 How great the wisdom, power, and grace, Which in redemption shine! The heavenly host with joy confess The work is all divine. 2 Before His feet they cast their crowns, — Those crowns which Jesus gave, — And, with ten thousand thousand tongues. Proclaim his power to save. 115 3 They tell the triumphs of his cross. The sufferings which he bore ; How low he stooped, how high he rose. And rose to stoop no more. 4 With them let us our voices raise, And still the song renew ; Salvation well deserves the praise Of men and angels too. Benjamin Beddome. THE SINNER— PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL. ST. BERNARD. C. M. London Tune Book. «iXD The dearest name. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build. My shield and hiding-place ; My never- failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace! 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring ! 5 I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. John Newton. «J 1 / Ceaseless goodness. 1 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free. Delights our evil to remove, And help our miseiy. 2 Tho-u waitest to be gracious still ; Thou dost with sinners bear; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel. And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me. To every soul, abound ; 116 A vast, unfathomable sea. Where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach. So plenteous is the store ; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns. Unalterably sure; And while the truth of God remains, His goodness must endure. Charles 'Wesley. 318 The Way, the Truth, and the lA.fe. 1 Thou art the Way: — to thee alone P>om sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him. Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth: — thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life : — the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win. Whose joys eternal flow. George W. Doane. THE SINNER COWPER. C. M. S -PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL. LOWKLL MaSOX. sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilt - y stains, Lose all their guilty i 0 J. t./ The cleansing fountain. 1 THKP.1E is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plung-ed beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my. sins away. ? Thou dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Are saved, to sin no more. 1 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply. Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I '11 sing thy power to save. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. 6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared. Unworthy though I be. For me a blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me ! CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. 7 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine. To sound in God the Father's ears. No other name but thine. William Cowper. «J ^ U The pierced hand. 1 When wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound. One only hand, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast. And tears of anguish flow. One only heart, a broken heart. Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 When penitence has wept in vain Over some foul, dark spot. One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief; His heart that's touched with all our joys. And feeleth for our grief. 5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord ! Unseal that cleansing tide : We have no shelter from our sin But in thy wounded side. C. M 'S. Mrs. Cecil I". Alesanficr. Westeen Melody. ^> T N- -0- -#■ '^ -#■ l.Thereis a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plungedbenoaththatflood, FINE. D. S. Lose all their guilt -y stains, Lose all their guilt- y stains. Lose all their guilt - y stains. 117 THE SINNER— PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL. SILVER STREET. S. M. Isaac Smith. O.^ L Grace. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace taught my roving feet To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone. And well deserves our praise. Plulip Doddridge Oi^^ Oitr debt paid upo7i the cross. 1 What majesty and grace Through all the gospel shine ! HUMMEL 'Tis God that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. 2 Down from his throne on high, The mighty Saviour comes; Lays his bright robes of glory by. And feeble flesh assumes. 3 The debt that sinners owed. Upon the cross he pays : Then through the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 4 There our High Priest appears Before his Father's throne ; Mingles his merits with our tears. And pours salvation down. 5 Great Sovereign, we adore Thy justice and thy grace. And on thy faithfulness and power Our firm dependence place. Samuel Stennett. Heinkicii CiiuisTOPnEE Zeunee. ■0- -*■ \ I 1. 0 ffktaniaz-ing; words of grace Are in tie gospel found! Suit-ed to ey-ery sin- ner's case, Who knows the joyfnisonnd. t\2Z ■^•■^♦. f- 04i=TTrTT-U^ *-*- 3EE3 .^_^. rit^ m cleanness, and Lamb, ■who has ev - ery pnrchased trans - gression. His blood flows most freely, in streams our par - don ! We ■will praise him a - gain when ■we 1"^ I /^ I %-^ ^:e E^H -b'=^y — ' « — « — • — d — J-# 0 e — ^0 — 0 — 0 0 — '-*-v — • * — ■-• ^-JJ of sal - va • tion, His blood flows most freely, in streams of sal - va - tion.' pass o - ver Jordan, We will praise him a - gain ■when ■we pass o - ver Jor - dan. s J ^ f 4 p— p- "f=3 ■0- -0- -p» w » s*— 2— £3H f— r- «5»5U y/ic voice of fret grace. 1 The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain ; For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain : For sin and uncleanness, and every trans- gression, His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation." Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has pur- chased our pardon ! We will praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 2 Now glory to God in the highest is given ; Now glory to God is re-echoed in heaven ; Around the whole earth let us tell the glad stor}'. And sing of his love, his salvation and glory. 3 O Jesus, ride on, — thy kingdom is glo- rious ; O'er sin, death, and hell, thou wilt make us victorious : Thy name shall be praised in the great con- greg"ation. And saints shall ascribe unto thee their sal- vation. 4 When on Zion we stand, having gained the blest shore. With our harps in our hands, we will praise evermore : We '11 range the blest fields on the banks of the river. And sing of redemption forever and ever. Bichard Burdsall. 121 i ^ THE SINNER— PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL. LENOX. H. M. Lewis Edsoit. i 1. M—^~ :^ -J-l^- 1. Blow ye the tnirapet, blow, The gladly - solemn sonnd! let all the na - tions know, To earth's remot-cstbonnd. -^-ig- m i * , Assail my peace 01 ererj side, D. C. This thonght my refuge still shall be, I know the Saviour died for me. OejttJ He died for me. 1 When time seems short and death is near, And I am pressed by doubt and fear, And sins, an overflowing tide, Assail my peace on every side, This thought my refuge still shall be, 1 know the Saviour died for me. 2 His name is Jesus, and he died. For guilty sinners crucified ; Content to die that he might win Their ransom from the death of sin: No sinner v^^orse than I can be, Therefore I know he died for me. 3 If grace were bought, I could not buy; If grace were coined, no wealth have I ; By grace alone I draw my breath. Held up from everlasting death ; Yet, since I know his grace is free, I know the Saviour died for me. George "W. Betlmne. Feom Felix Mendelssohn -Baetholdy. 1. Come, thou long - ex - pect - ed thy peo - pie free : -tS>- 7^—ih-e 114 -Is =S: -^ isi «j«34 The Desire of nations. 1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free : From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art ; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 123 3 Born thy people to deliver. Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us forever. Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit. Raise us to thy glorious throne. Charlee Wesley. y THE SINNER- EXPOSTULATION. -WARNING AND INVITING. 1 1 . Eet. Josiah Hopktnb. mm. -gr -i&- -Sh-i— 9-1: Spir - it says, "Come," And an - gels are wait - ing to wel - come you home. i ^ "P- ■»- ^ _ I -S*- -^- -©'- i ^qiiis?: ~tsi 1 1 — r—ft 00 Turn ye. 2 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive, 0 how can you question, if you will believe ? If sin is your burden, why will you not come? 'Tis you he bids welcome ; he bids you come home. 3 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain. To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ? To bear up your spirit when summoned to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high ? 4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air ? There 's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare ; If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. Josiah Hopliins. OOD Delay not. 1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near. The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here. Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is open, how canst thou refuse ■ To wash and be cleansed in his pardon- ing blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come. For Mercy still lingers and calls thee to- day: Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace Long grieved and resisted, may take his sad flight. And, leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand. The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade. The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand ; What power then, O sinner, will lend thee its aid ! Thomas Hastings. 124 THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. ROSEFIKLD. 7, 61. Eey. AsHAnAJi Henri C-esae Maian. Q !^ H 1 n^1-^n 1 ' — it ALZa — \ 1- — d P= -*, J * ^^t—- — \ i-i — \ ^•- -^: ^ — 1 Pfcll — ^ * — , 2 ?5 — « — — 5-^ J H-W— ■-^ — «— - n •7 Turn to » m Je - sus cru 1 - ci - fied ; 1 Fly — 0—f — g * ^ • — #— to those dear wounds of m • m - -^ sr- his: d* Iw i '■ ' '• s ' 2^^ — i« 1 T*i ' 1^ 1^ 1 W W L 1 1 1 1 1 ^'fn • '» P- — h— — 1 ' » 4 — 1 '^ ^ 1 1 1 -^ ' — ^ -^ ^ F=^ -r -§*= Sink in - to the pur -0- 1 -*^ I pie flood; Rise in - to the life -• 2?— of God. i ^^ ^ OS i Fly to Jesus. 2 Find in Christ the way of peace. Peace unspeakable, unknown; By his pain he gives you ease, Life by his expiring groan : Rise exalted by his fall ; Find in Christ your all in all. 3 O believe the record true, God to you his Son hath given ; Ye may now be happy too. Find on earth the life of heaven : Live the life of heaven above. All the life of glorious love. 4 This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed ; God's original promise this, God's great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be, Blest to all eternity. Charles Wesley. 3j*jCi Come, and ivclcome. 1 From the cross uplifted high. Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravished ear! " Love's redeeming work is done. Come and welcome, sinner, come! 2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne. Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 125 On his pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid ; Bow the knee, embrace the Son, Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 3 " Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest bounty stored ; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Thou shall be a child confessed, Never from his house to roam ; Come and welcome, sinner, com.e ! " Thomas Haweis. tJOo/ The work of sin. 1 Hearts of stone, relent, relent ! Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ; See his body mangled, rent, Covered with his flowing blood ! Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Crucified the Eternal Son ! 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed. Driven the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a soldier's spear. Made his soul a sacrifice ; For a sinful world he dies. 3 Wilt thou let him die in vain ? Still to death pursue our God? Open all his wounds again? Trainple on his precious blood? No ; with all my sins I '11 part ; Saviour, take my broken heart. Charles Wesley. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. GREENVILLE. 8, 7, 4. Jean Jacques Eousseait, FINE. ^ I i I I I -^r'- l^"- D. O, ^ i—i- l^E^^^n -A-- xz:m *U_J :JM:|i:^i:ttriz:^z2iii; -« — «- *— #^ -;«- I III ;^ ( i 1 I 1 1. Gome, ye sinners,poor and needyjWeakandwoundedjSick and sore;/ Jesns ready stands to save you, \ D. G. He is a - ble, He is a - ble, Heiswilling: doubtnomore.\ Fullof pity,love,and (OiwiJ.) /p T»- -** ^ — #- o4'u' Invitation hymn. 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you. Full of pity, love, and power: He is able. He is willing : doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome ; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance. Every grace that brings you nigh. Without money. Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 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. Your Redeemer prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold him ! Hear him cry, before he dies, " It is finished !" Sinners, will not this suffice? 6 Lo ! the incarnate God, ascending, Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on him, venture freely; Let no other trust intrude : None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name : Hallelujah! Sinners here may do the same. Joseph Hart. ALBYN. 8, 7, 4. ^^-ji- "^~g?" m Eev. John Black. -^— J- _^_L.^_^.._^_5_u^. ^^JT ^—t. i -<5?-?T^S'- 1. Come, ye sinners, poorandneedy,Weakand ■wounded, sickandsore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, vt-a-t^ ^ni^ :^: •—&—•-»- /5>—<9-r» — »■ I I I -^ 5fg .^-Oi—t i=t -^*-r-«'-r*-S*- \5> P P- Cl- It Fr^^ d: i LI I I ^Z-0 ! I I Q p ^^- -0 * # J Full of pit -y, love, andpower:He is a -ble, He is a - ble, He is willing: doubt no more. $ THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. NEANDER. 8, 7, 7, or 8, 7, 4. eet. Joacum Neaitoee. :t5: 1. Come to ^-1=^ i ^^=i^= Calvary's ha - ly mountain, Sin - ners ru - ined by the fall -rS)- ^Bl :f=,.^^ -•-# I :J=i ,^ — I — 0 i ^ I t a pure and heal - ing fount - ain Flows to you, me, to all, i±EEE m ^O- per - pet tide, m\ O - pened when our Sav - iour died. - J J^ I SE* ^Z-'- ^J ' II' 04i The healing fountain. 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty, free remission. Here the lost a refuge find. Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks need thirst no more. 3 Come, ye dying, live forever; 'Tis a soul-reviving flood ; God is faithful ; he will never Break his covenant sealed in blood ; Signed when our Redeemer died. Sealed when he was glorified. James Montgomery. «54.-w Hear, and live. 1 Sinners, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above.'* Every sentence, O how tender! Every line is full of love : Listen to it ; Every line is full of love. 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel News from Zion's King proclaim : "Pardon to each rebel sinner. Free forgiveness in his name:" How important! " Free forgiveness in his name." 127 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, And, with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears : Tender heralds ! Chase away the falling tears. 4 O ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way ; Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay. Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. Jouaihan Allen. 343 The last call. 1 Hear, O sinner, mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls ; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls; Hear, O sinner! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 Haste, O sinner, to the Saviour ! Seek his mercy while you may ; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away: Haste, O sinner! You must perish if you stay. Andrew Heed. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. HORTON. 7. Saviee Scunyder von "Waetensee. i-l. N-r-^ K-.-H -^ -^.-A-^^-^ - » :^ ^ ^-- IZN" ig 1. Come, said Je - sns' sa - cred voice, Come, and make my path, your choice; :t:: I >«;— I — ]»»«- :Vi^ P=S='=# -^-T- » ■will guide you to your home; It: i I I Wea - ry pil - grim, hith - er come. £±t=^ — ;5r 0 4 4 2' he gracious call. 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and mal ir-j 1 m 25- 1. Sinners, turn ; -why will ye die? God, your Maker,asksyou-why ; God,who did your being giva, -<»- -:s±i _fl_ --s^ _!!2_ ^H :q=':* |^+_ .^ .#.] :^-^— 1«- I fer ± J__I_ ..J_ f^^^ % Made yon "with himself to live; He the fa - tal cause demands; Asks the work of £ --w- ^— -.. ^ =!»^ :^^^r his own hands, Why, ye thankless is^^ creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die ? -'-I — r ^ ?;k f riRST PAIJT. «54 i IF/iy viill ye die? 2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why ; He, who did your souls retrieve. Died himself, that ye might live. Will ye let him die in vain ? Crucify your Lord again } Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 3 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why; He, who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace his love. Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live.'* Why, ye long-sought sinners, why Will ye grieve your God, and die? 4 Dead, already dead within, — Spiritually dead in sin ; Dead to God while here you breathe, Pant ye after second death ? Will ye still in sin remain. Greedy of eternal pain ? O ye dying sinners, why. Why will ye forever die ? C3tarles Wesley. 129 SECOND PART. 0 4 O Tended' expostidation. 1 What could your Redeemer do, More than he hath done for you? To procure your peace with God, Could he more than shed his blood ? After all his flow of love. All his drawings from above. Why will ye your Lord deny? Why will ye resolve to die ? 2 " Turn," he cries, " ye sinners, turn : " By his life, your God hath sworn. He would have you turn and live ; He would all the world receive. If your death were his delight. Would he you to hfe invite ? Would he ask, beseech, and cry, "Why will ye resolve to die ? " 3 Sinners, turn, while God is near. Dare not think him insincere: Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands-, All day long he spreads his hands ; Cries, "Ye will not happy be; No, ye will not come to me — Me, who life to none deny : Why will ye resolve to die?" Charles Wesley. THE SINNER- WELLS. L. M. ft- %^. r- ^-J L^^ -WARNING AND INVITING. Ake. from Israel Holdroyd. --> h— -. 1—. K N- m^ f—Vfs s- V — ^- I 1. While life prolongs its pre - cious light, Mer - cy is found, and peace is given ; But soon, ah, soon, ap -• proaching night Shall hlot out ev :g=q_p_,__^ -^ — \/- — .1* — '- ery hope of heaven. ^ •- -y- Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Jiefore his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save. ■ 4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, No God regard your bitter prayer. No Saviour call you to the skies. • r> Now God invites ; how blest the day ! How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! 'Co-me, sinners, haste, O haste away. While yet a pardoning God is found. Timothy Dwight. FIEST PAKT. f.oi>U All thinrjs are ready. 1 Sinners, obey the gospel word ; ;Haste to the supper of my Lord ; ;Be wise to know your gracious day ; lAW things are ready, — come away. :2 Ready the Father is to own And kiss his late-returning son ; iReady your loving Saviour stands. And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, , Just. now the stony to remove; -»- Pg 130 To apply and witness with the blood, And wash and seal the sons of God. 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate ; Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Are ready, with their shining host: All heaven is ready to resound, "The dead's alive! the lost is found!" Charles Wesley. SECOND PAET. «)«).l The bliss of penitence. 1 Come, O ye sinners, to the Lord, In Christ to paradise restored: His proffered benefits embrace. The plenitude of gospel grace : 2 A pardon written with his blood ; The favor and the peace of God ; The seeing eye, the feeling sense. The mystic joys of penitence: 3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart. The meltings of a broken heart ; The tears that tell your sins forgiven; The sighs that waft your souls to heaven : 4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress. The unutterable tenderness. The genuine, meek humility; The wonder, "Why such love to me?" 5 The o'erwhelmingpov/er of saving grace. The sight that veils the seraph's face ; The speechless awe that dares not move. And air the silent heaven oflove. Charles "Wcslsy. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. INGHAM. L. M. Lowell Mason. 1. God call - ing yet ! shall 1 -i<5>- ■»- ■»- -^ -1©^ • -0- not hear? Earth's pleasures shall I 7gi-T # r^- — <5u- ~^-i still hold dear? oO-w 6-'ocZ callinc/ yet. 1 God calling yet! shall I not hear.^ Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear.'' Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumber lie? 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? Can I his loving voice despise, And basely his kind care repay ? He calls me still ; can I delay ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall he knock. And I my heart the closer lock? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare his Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live? I w^ait, but he does not forsake; He calls me still; my heart, awake! 5 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay: Vain v,'orld, farewell, from thee I part ; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Gerhard Tersteegen. Tr. by Miss J. Borthwlok. OOij Quench not the Spirit. — 1 Thess. 5:19. 1 Say, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin. And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It bade thee make the better choice. And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 131 3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; Regard in time the warning kind ; That call thou mayst not always slight. And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man ; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 5 Sinner, perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be; 0 shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. Mrs. Ann B. Hydo. «504 Haste, traveler, haste! 1 Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes on. And many a shining hour is gone ; The storm is gathering in the west. And thou art far from home and rest. 2 O far from home thy footsteps stray ; Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way, And Christ the Light ; thy setting sun Sinks ere thy morning is begun. 3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky ; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near. 4 Then linger not in all the plain. Flee for thy life, the mountain gain ; Look not behind, make no delay, O speed thee, speed thee on thy way. William B. CoUyer- THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. OLNEY, S. M. Lo-vTELL Masow. ^^^ ^ ^ d: ^2=a ^fci: 1. The Spir - it, otir hearts, L -Sir Is •whispering, i -m* «- 'Sin ner, come : -^» mm^ \r^ f= i ^ i Eir — -j— =^ — =^ « j '■ '■ \ i 1 ;- -i-i — 0 0 0 — I— ^- ^ — I — <9— i-^-^ — '-(S'-v • — ^S>- bride, the Church of Christ, pro - claims To all his child- ren, "Cornel" S I - 1 _ — 'g>~ The S^ m^. Jzi: -O- ^ Whosoever will. — Rev. 22: 17. 355 1 The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering-, " Sinner, come : " The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, " Come ! " 3 Let him that heareth say To all about him, " Come! " Let him that thirsts for righteousness. To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yea, whosoever will, O let him freely come. And freely drink the stream of life ; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites. Declares, " I quickly come; " Lord, even so ! we wait thine hour ; 0 blest Redeemer, come ! H. IT. Onderdonk. OOD The guardianship of angels. 1 Ye simple souls that stray Far from the path of peace. That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness. Why will ye folly love. And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God.'' 2 So wretched and obscure. The men whom ye despise. So foolish, impotent, and poor, — Above your scorn we rise : We through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things ; For he whose blood is all our boast. Hath made us priests and kings. 132 3 Riches unsearchable In Jesus' love we know; And pleasures springing from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow : The Spirit we receive Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore. 4 Angels our servants are. And keep in all our ways. And in their watchful hands they bear The sacred sons of grace: Unto that heavenly bliss They all our steps attend ; And God himself our Father is. And Jesus is our friend. John Wesley. «>0 / All things are ready. — Matt. 22: 4. 1 "All things are ready," come. Come to the supper spread ; Come, rich and poor, come, old and young. Come, and be richly fed. 2 " All things are ready," come, The invitation's given. Through Him who now in glory sits At God's right hand in heaven. 3 " All things are ready," come, The door is open wide ; O feast upon the love of God, For Christ, his Son, has died. 4 "All things are ready," come, To-morrow may not be ; O sinner, come, the Saviour waits This hour to welcome thee. Albert Uidlaae. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. CAPELLO. "LOVTEL-L MaSOX. The second death. 1 O WHERE shall rest be found. Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sig-h ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : 0 what eternal horrors hang Around the second death ! 5 Thou God of truth and grace. Teach us that death to shun ; Lest we be banished from thy face, For evermore undone. James Montgomery. 9jii\j Accepting the invitation. 1 Come, weary sinners, come. Groaning beneath your load ; The Saviour calls his wanderers home; Haste to your pardoning God. 2 Come, all by guilt oppressed, Answer the Saviour's call, " O come, and I will give you rest, And I will save you all." 3 Redeemer, full of love. We would thy word obey. And all thy faithful mercies prove : O take our guilt away. 133 4 We would on thee rely, On thee would cast our care ; Now to thine arms of mercy fly. And find salvation there. Charles Wesley. OUU Seek Him while he 'inay he found. 1 My son, know thou the Lord, Thy father's God obey; Seek his protecting care by night. His guardian hand by day. 2 Call, while he may be found ; Seek him while he is near ; Serve him with all thy heart and mind, And worship him with fear. 3 If thou wilt seek his face. His ear will hear thy cry ; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure. His grace forever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heaven. Then shalt thou perish in thy sins. And never be forgiven. Hobert C. Brackenbnxy. ODX Tlie day of grace. 1 Now is the accepted time, Now is the day of grace ; Now, sinners, come without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is the accepted time. The Saviour calls to day ; To-morrow it may be too late — Then why should you delay ? 3 Now is the accepted time. The gospel bids you come ; And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room. Jotm DobelL THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. HAMBURG. L. M. Ake. fbom a Geegokian Chaitt, bt Lowell Ma80n. ^M m ev - ery on: that thirsts draw nigh :' Tis God in - vites the fall :s: -^ EE en race : -^-»= 2?: 0\)i^ The abundance of His grace. 1 Ho ! every one that thirsts draw nigh : 'Tis God invites the fallen race : Mercy and free salvation buy ; Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 3 Come to the living waters, come ! Sinners, obey your Maker's call ; Return, ye weary wanderers, home. And find his grace is free for all. 3 See from the Rock a fountain rise ; For you in healing streams it rolls ; Money ye need not bring, nor price. Ye laboring, burdened, sin-sick souls. 4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give ; Leave all you have and are behind ; Frankly the gift of God receive ; Pardon and peace in Jesus find. John Wesley. 000 Come to mc. 1 With tearful eyes I look around ; Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper, " Come to me ! " 2 It tells me of a place of rest, It tells me where my soul may flee : O to the weary, faint, oppressed. How sweet the bidding, " Come to me ! 3 When against sin I strive in vain. And cannot from its yoke get free. Sinking beneath the heavy chain. The words arrest me, " Come to me ! " 4 When nature shudders, loath to part From all I love, enjoy, and see ; When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, " Come to me ! 5 " Come, for all else must fail and die ; Earth is no resting-place for thee ; Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; I am thy portion ; come to me ! " Cliarlotte ElUott. 364 The gospel feast. 134 1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast ; Let every soul be Jesus' guest : Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call ; The invitation is to all : Come all the world ! come, sinner, thou ! All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed. Ye restless wanderers after rest ; Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind,- In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message as from God receive ; Ye all may come to Christ and live : O let his love your hearts constrain. Nor suffer him to die in vain. 5 See him set forth before your eyes. That precious, bleeding sacrifice : His offered benefits embrace. And freely nov/ be saved by grace. Charles Wesley. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. MEAR. C. M. "Welsh Aik. Aap.on "Williams. tjOO Sin kills heyond the tomb. 1 Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear; Repent, thine end is nigh ; Death, at the farthest, can't be far : O think before thou die. 2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save ; Thy sins, how high they mount ! What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? How stands that dark account .'' 3 Death enters, and there's no defense ; His time there's none can tell; He'll in a moment call thee hence. To heaven, or down to hell. 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care. Shall into dust consume ; But, ah ! destruction stops not there ; Sin kills beyond the tomb. Josepli Eart. OUO Boast not thyself of to-morrow. Prov. 27: 1. 1 Why should we boast of time to come. Though but a single day } This hour may fix our final doom, Though strong, and young, and gay. 2 The present we should now redeem ; This only is our own ; The past, alas ! is all a dream ; The future is unknown. 3 O think what vast concerns depend Upon a moment's space. When life and all its cares shall end In vengeance or in grace. 4 O for that power which melts the heart, And lifts the soul on high! Where sin and grief and death depart. And pleasures never die. 135 00 / The Ju.^iifer of the ungodly. 1 Lovers of pleasure more than God, For you he suff^ered pain ; For you the Saviour spilt his blood : And shall he bleed in vain } 2 Sinners, his life for you he paid ; Your basest crimes he bore ; Your sins were all on Jesus laid, That you might sin no more. 3 To earth the great Redeemer came. That you might come to heaven ; Believe, believe in Jesus' name, And all your sin's forgiven. 4 Believe in him who died for thee. And, sure as he hath died. Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free. And thou art justified. Charles "Wesley. 000 The hammer of His loord. 1 Come, O thou all-victorious Lord, Thy power to us make known ; Strike with the hammer of thy word. And break these hearts of stone. 2 O that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn ; And turn at once from every sin. And to the Saviour turn! 3 Give us ourselves and thee to know In this our gracious day ; Repentance unto life bestow. And take our sins away. 4 Convince us first of unbelief. And freely then release ; Fill every soul with sacred grief. And then with sacred peace. Charles Wesley. THE SINNER- BALERMA. C. M. U ^^1 -WARNING AND INVITING. Adapted by II. Simpson. ■ .-A r-£^' igr- # IZ. zS: -<& -#^ 1. Come, hum - ble sin - ner, in •wrh.ose breast -^ A th.ou - sand thoughts re - voire, I i'J. £ -g^ — 0 — ^ 22- _n. 32: --T 22: -1©^ Come, ■with your ^sl -J- guilt and fear op- -1«- (5^ pressed, And make this last re - solve : -019- -i-' -^- «5D«7 Desperate resolution. 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve. Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve : — 2 I '11 go to Jesus, though my sin Like mountains round me close ; I know his courts, I'll enter in. Whatever may oppose. 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess ; I '11 tell him, I 'm a wretch undone Without his sovereign grace. 4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But, if I perish, I will pray, And pensh only there. 5 I can but perish if I go ; I am resolved to try ; For if I stay away, I know I must forever die. JBdmund Jones. «5 / U TJie luanderer recalled. 1 Return, O wanderer, return. And seek thy Father's face ; Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by his grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return ; He hears thy humble sigh : He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, return ; Thy Saviour bids thee live : Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn How freely he '11 forgive. 136 i 1 4 Return, O wanderer, return. And wipe the falling tear: Thy Father calls, — no longer mourn; 'Tis love invites thee near. 5 Return, O wanderer, return ; Regain thy long-sought rest : The Saviour's melting mercies yearn To clasp thee to his breast. William E. Collyer. »5 4-1 N^o peace to the vjicked. 1 Sinners, the voice of God regard ; 'Tis mercy speaks to-day ; He calls you by his sacred word From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest, You live, devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your souls of ease. 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell : Why will you persevere ? Can you in endless torments dwell. Shut up in black despair.? 4 Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go } In pain you travel all your days, To reach eternal woe. 5 But he that turns to God shall live, Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive Of those that seek his face. G Bow to the scepter of his word. Renouncing every sin ; Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, And learn his will divine. John. Fawcett. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. FAITHFUL. C. M. Samuel Paekmas Tcckekmait. W^i. ^ I I v_ L '^ :g>^g:grz^ ->- =fc 3?=^ S 1. Thou Son of God, whose flam - ing eyes Our in - most thoughts perceive, --. 1 ^^ ^•— 1-^ ^ -•" S r? (»— 1-«^ r-4 g ^— r-l* §»— ^-1* i=k: *^ -?r*— fei g Ac - cept the grate - ful sac — -fl ■» i _ - fice ^ I Which now to thee -we give. -raj . Ifc £^ 1/ t/ -^ i-4 QUAETET. 0- J!5- ^^^ V-^ 3=£ % 0 late, to kiss his feet; t^^^ :s=i-s=r s -^ let us in, O let us in, though late, .^Lp^^-. ^ M. tl tl -g— ^ ^r-- t^^ %-^ Solo (Base or Contralto). PP QUAKTET. m ^•_i_S L/Q 1 tt V t^ V • ■»>■ ■*■• Tb' his feet. "No! -^ late! ye cannot en -ter no-wr!'' =i=^ -J=l^^ -« — *-r is* #-1/ f^-^- F=^ -»-!- T 138 Alfred Tennyaon. THE SINNER— WARNING AND INVITING. IN THE SILENT MIDNIGHT WATCHES. 8, 6. Hubert p. MAisf. ir I Ho-w 1. In the si - lent mid-night -watcheS; ■•-•■*-* jft. 4t. .0. ^ List, — ^thy bo - som door I Ho-w it knocketh, I 9 ^^t=F=^ m ^m -^-'-'-'-^H' -a—i- f^- — CI*-:— •— 5 9- knocketh, knocketh, Knocketh ev - er - more I Say not 'tis thy pulse is beat - ing ■^ ^ ■»- _^ , : -1 f9-'.- -I »— 1 ^1 \ v '¥—P- V I _ I 'Tis thy heart of sin; 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and cri - eth, Rise, and let me in! CJ*- W-^ — W^w- -Y0--—0- =F ^^-iT: f»_S_^_ tj7u Mercy, death, doom. 1 In the silent midnight watches, List, — thy bosom door! How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, Knocketh evermore! Say not 'tis thy pulse is beating : 'Tis thy heart of sin ; 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth. Rise, and let me in ! 2 Death comes down with reckless footstep. To the hall and hut; Think you death will stand a-knocking Where the door is shut ? WOOD END. 8, S A— d-iJd-riL: Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth ; But thy door is fast ! Grieved, away thy Saviour goeth : Death breaks in at last. 3 Then 'tis thine to stand entreating Christ to let thee in ; At the gate of heaven beating, Wailing for thy sin. Nay, alas ! thou foolish virgin, Hast thou then forgot ? Jesus waited long to know thee. But he knows thee not. A. Cleveland Coxe. Eev. G. p. Merkick. it t-0-0-0-^S-0—«- ^0-0-^0-0-^-rT-^-d-i-^-4-^0-0-«-e-^-^ :2=i 1 1. In the silent midnight watches, List,-thy bosom door! How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, Knocketh eT-er-more! PjjgieE^ i#z5-S-5zS-l A-lt- ^0-^0 — 0-0- 4=f=: i I ^_0_»*0i^-^-0-»-m- gsai ■i*-i»(f — 0 — I 139 ^f=F=F ipCEd THE SINNER— REPENTANCE. AUBURNDALE. C. P. M. Olen L. CAKTE3. n u 1 , 1 I 1 i -^^■^ 1 - -| H^ ^ '■ -1 V- ^ i m^-ir^- — i^ 1 — — « — — i \ — — «) —d — « — ^, — « — ^ — 5,_ 1. Au - thor • • * s r^ j * ^ <* ^ *i 0 * of faith, e a to thee • I cry. To thee, who wouldst not have mas • T ^ as ^ P\' 111 * \ 1 ffl ' ■' ^' L-tZ-J— ^_ _j \ L i \ \ — -^^ ■ f » w '# r 1 ' . ^^P-^— 1!S?~ — •--- "T — T~ — » — 1*- --($' ! ~^~ ~* — \ — ^ — t" — ' " i \ U 1 i 1 1 1 1 ■ 1 n u 1 1 --1 — F^ 1 — 1 r-J h'^J- -A ifcr^^ — ?5i -^'l — 1 — — — \ — — (« — -«-^— -^ ^ ^ — J ^ ^ "-* -0— — ^ d i^ig— ri ~i5*— -#-^— J 4— z. — i *H die. But -fSh 1 — 1 know ■P- the truth and live: 1 — (5» O - 1 S_ » 0 pen mine eyes tc — * — see 1 thy £^:--b-^ — — ©■— * 1 , ^ ^ Vr— 1 L^ ■ i 1 i -^ It 1 1 'f^ 1 ^ 1 1 377 T/ie ^?yi: of faith. 1 Author of faith, to thee I cry, To thee, who wouldst not have me die, But know the truth and live : Open mine eyes to see thy face ; Work in my heart the saving grace ; The life eternal give. 2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan. And blindly serve a God unknown. Till thou the veil remove ; The gift unspeakable impart, And write thy name upon my heart. And manifest thy love. .S I know the work is only thine, The gift of faith is all divine ; But, if on thee we call. Thou wilt that gracious gift bestow, And cause our hearts to feel and know That thou hast died for all. 4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in. Come unto thee, and rest from sin. The blessing seek and find : Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and have ; Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save Both me and all mankind. 140 5 Be it according to thy word ; Now let me find my pardoning Lord ; Let what I ask be given : The bar of unbelief remove ; Open the door of faith and love. And take me into heaven, Charles "Wesley, 0 « o Pleading the sacrifice of Christ. 1 O Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 1 plead with thee, my suit to gain, — I plead what thou hast done : Didst thou not die the death for me ? Jesus, remember Calvary, And break my heart of stone. 2 Take the dear purchase of thy blood. My Friend and Advocate with God, My Ransom and my Peace, Surety, who all my debt hast paid, For all my sins atonement made. The Lord my Righteousness. 3 O let thy Spirit shed abroad The love, the perfect love of God, In this cold heart of mine ! O might he now descend, and rest, And dwell forever in my breast, And make it all divine ! Charles Wesley. THE SINNER — REPENTANCE. PLEYEL'S HYMN. 7. Ieiu.CE Plktel. ^ pi 1. Depth of 8. -^ mer cy! 'can there be Mer - cy re - served for me ? a— F- _rL_czp -r Can my God "«*■ 1=1 has wrath for - bear,- -*-^ Me, the chief of sin - ners, spare ! -(2- 1 0 / y Depth of mei-cy. 1 Depth of mercy ! can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear, — Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls ; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 Now incline me to repent ; Let me now my sins lament ; Now my foul revolt deplore. Weep, believe, and sin no more. 4 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare ; Cries, " How shall I give thee up ? " Lets the lifted thunder drop. 5 There for me the Saviour stands. Shows his wounds and spreads his hands ; God is love! I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still. Charles Wesley. OoU With Thee is 7)fiercy. 1 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all. Prostrate at thy feet I fall ; Hear, O hear my ardent cry, Frown not, lest I faint and die. 2 Vilest of the sons of men, Worst of rebels I have been ; Oft abused thee to thy face. Trampled on thy richest grace. 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken heart ; 141 Justly might thy kindled ire Send me to eternal fire. 4 But with thee is mercy found. Balm to heal my every wound ; Soothe, O soothe this troubled breast. Give the weary wanderer rest. Thomas BaSes. [C. P. M. Tune, Auburnda'.e. Page 140.] OoX The Man on Calvary. 1 O Thou who hast our sorrows borne. Help us to look on thee, and mourn, On thee, whom we have slain, — Have pierced a thousand, thousand times, And by reiterated crimes Renewed thy sacred pain. 2 O give us eyes of faith to see The Man transfixed on Calvaiy, — To know thee who thou art. The one eternal God and true ; And let the sight affect, subdue, And break my stubborn heart. 3 Lover of souls ! to rescue mine. Reveal the charity divine, That suffered in my stead ; That made thy soul a sacrifice. And quenched in death those flaming eye And bowed that sacred head. 4 The veil of unbelief remove, And by thy manifested love. And by thy sprinkled blood, Destroy the love of sin in me, And get thyself the victory, And bring me back to God. Charles Wesley. THE SINNER — REPENTANCE. PERRINA Joseph P. Holbeook. 1. Lamb of G-od, for sinners slain, To thee I humbly pray; Heal me of my grief and pain, A. ■:->_^_r-j:^rg=r=^.:=^g=g=rgz=p:g: '^E.'B^ i- me be oppressed : Je - sns, Mas - ter, seal my peace, And take me to tliy breast. * P^^¥-At-irvP ^ p-j:z^- ¥=e r— r «5o.^ Lookincj unto Jesus. 1 Lamb of God, for sinners slain, To thee I humbly pray ; Heal me of my grief and pain, O take my sins away. From this bondage, Lord, release, No longer let me be oppressed : Jesus, Master, seal my peace. And take me to thy breast. 2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out Who humbly comes to thee } No, my God, I cannot doubt Thy mercy is for me : Let me then obtain the grace, And be of paradise possessed : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast. 3 Worldly good I do not want ; Be that to others given : Only for thy love I pant. My all in earth and heaven : This the crown I fain would seize, The good wherewith I would be blest : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast. Charles TTesley. -O- JZ- -^-T-g?- Hi 142 •JO»J Remember Calvary. 1 Lamb of God, whose dying love We now recall to mind. Send the answer from above. And let us mercy find : Think on us who think on thee, And every struggling soul release , O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! 2 By thine agonizing pain. And bloody sweat, we pray, By thy dying love to man. Take all our sins away : Burst our bonds, and set us freej From all iniquity release ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! S Let thy blood, by faith applied. The sinner's pardon seal ; Speak us freely justified. And all our sickness heal : By thy passion on the tree. Let all our griefs and troubles cease ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace ! Charles "Wesley. EVEN ME. THE SINNER- 8, 7, 3. -REPENTANCE. William Batcheldek Bkadbtiet. j lord, IhcarofsliowersofblesshirTliiinartscattcringfiillandfrte; } I Showers, the thirrty land refri'sbinj; Let some drops now fall en me, \ Even mc, Even me, Let some drops now fallonmc. «5o4: Even me. 1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing Thou art scattering full and free ; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; Let some drops now fall on me, Even me. 2 Pass me not, O God, my Father, Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou mightst leave me, but the rather Let thy mercy light on me. Even me. 3 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour, Let me live and cling to thee ; I am longing for thy favor ; Whilst thou 'rt calling, O call me, Even me. 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus' merit. Speak the word of power to me, Even me. 5 Love of God, so pure and changeless. Blood of Christ, so rich, so free, Grace of God, so strong and boundless, Magnify them all in me. Even me. Mrs. Elizabeth Codner. [T, C, 8. Tune, Perrina. Page 142.] OOt) Saved by grace. 1 Let the world their virtue boast. Their works of righteousness ; L a wretch undone and lost. Am freely saved by grace ; Other title I disclaim, This, only this, is all my plea, 1 the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. 2 Happy they whose joys abound Like Jordan's swelling stream ; \Mio their heaven in Christ have found. And gi\e the praise to him. 143 Meanest follower of the Lamb, His steps I at a distance see ; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. 3 Jesus, thou for me hast died, And thou in me wilt live ; I shall feel thy death applied ; I shall thy life receive : Yet, when melted in the flame Of love, this shall be all my plea, I the chief of sinners am. But Jesus died for me. Charles ■Wesley. [;, G, 8. Tune, Pernna. Page 14^. oJOU Refuge in the Mood of the Lamh. 1 God of my salvation, hear. And help me to believe ; Simply do I now draw near. Thy blessing to receive. Full of guilt, alas ! I am. But to thy wounds for refuge flee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain. To thee I lift mine eye; Balm of all my grief and pain. Thy blood is always nigh. Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt forever be . Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 3 No good word, or work, or thougnt, Bring I to buy thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought, Thy proffer I embrace, Coming, as at first I came. To take, and not bestow on thee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Charles 'Wesiej'. GREY. 7, S. ^=+S THE SINNER— REPENTANCE. dV4. Eev. F. E. Geet. i m ¥ u* *» -IT _ _ ' \j rr 1. Lordof mer-cy and of migk, Of mankind the life and light, Maker, Teacher, In-fi-nit Ou i Hear, and save. 1 Lord of mercy and of might. Of mankind the life and light> Maker, Teacher, Infinite — Jesus ! hear and save. 2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild. Humbled to a little child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled — Jesus ! hear and save, 3 Borne aloft on angels' wings. Throned above celestial things. Lord of lords, and King of kings — Jesus ! hear and save. 4 Soon to come to earth again. Judge of angels and of men. Hear us now, and hear us then — Jesus! hear and save. Begmald Heber. [S. M. Tune, Dennis. Page 65.] 000 The souVs home. 1 Like Noah's weary dove, That soared the earth around. But not a resting-place above The cheerless waters found; 2 O cease, my wandering soul. On restless wing to roam ; All the wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home. 3 Behold the ark of God ! Behold the open door ! Hasten to gain that dear abode. And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There, safe thou shalt abide. There, sweet shall be thy rest. And every longing satisfied. With full salvation blest. William A. Uoluenberg. ASH\VELL. L. M. LowEi,!, Mason. 1 . Wherewith, 0 lord, shall I draw near, And bow myself before thy faee ? How in thy purer eyes appear ? fl hat shalll bring to gain thy grace? sa OOt/ The sinner's only plea. 1 Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near. And bow myself before thy face ? How in thy purer eyes appear .f" What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high ? Will multiplied oblations please .'' Thousands of rams his favor buy. Or slaughtered hecatombs appease .'' 3 Can these avert the wrath of God.? Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas ! they all must flow in vain. 144 4 Who would himself to thee approve. Must take the path thyself hast showed ; Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone: Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 Guilty I stand before thy face ; On me I feel thy wrath abide ; 'Tis just the sentence should take place; 'Tis just,— but O, thy Son hath died ! Cliarles Wesley. \VINDHAM. THE SINNER— REPENTANCE. L. M. DAinEi. Bea9. i ^JL 5-^=^ # -zr ^r-U- n* 1. Stay, thou in - suit - ed Spir - it, stay, Thongh I have done thee such de - spite ; -n-^- ^ ^ _. 1 1 1 iCrt? — " ' 1 1 — '.— -•-ft'- — 15? 1 — -^— J— ^i i — ^^ — ' — -#— j- -^ -^=±T: ■ ^ _^. _w_-_w_ -JH "^ \ Nor cast the sin — 1 - ner quite a - way. Nor take thine ev - #■ *- ^ 1 — 1 — W~ er - last J- - ing - ^ . flight. "I p'ti-H -i— k -1 — -^ ■ 1 1 -^ — ,s* — -•» — k-f- r — 1 - J^ ] 1 1 i 1- 1 1 1 ' 1 ra 1 1 1 1 1 t ' 1 t>yU The withdrawal of the Spirit deprecated. X Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay. Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart. And shaken off my guilty fears ; And vexed, and urged thee to depart, For many long rebellious years : 3 Though I have most unfaithful been. Of all who e'er thy grace received ; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen ; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved : 4 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare. In honor of my great High Priest ; Nor in. thy righteous anger swear To exclude me from thy people's rest. Charles Wesley. »>«7X Pleading for pity. 1 Show pity. Lord, O 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 don't surpass The power and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound. So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O 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. 10 146 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 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just, in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner. Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word. Would light on some sweet promise there. Some sure support against despair. Isaac Watts. *j\j- if=fe£ is ^- ""2? — near? jO- ^■ i Then list - en -^—^ 3= the plain - tive sound poor sin - ner'a prayer, £ ^:^ FIRST PART. oyy Restore my peace. 1 And wilt Thou yet be found, And may I still draw near? Then listen to the plaintive sound Of a poor sinner's prayer. 2 Jesus, thine aid afford, If still the same thou art: To thee I look, to thee, my Lord, I lift my helpless heart. 3 Thou seest my troubled breast, The strugglings of my will, The foes that interrupt my rest, The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord, Restore my inward peace ; I know thou canst ; pronounce the word. And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face ; Thy Spirit I implore — The living water of thy grace. That I may thirst no more. Charles Wesley. SECONI> PAET. 4:UU Yearning for deliverance. 1 When shall Thy love constrain, And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest ? 2 Ah ! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro ? Thou hast the words of endless life : Ah ! whither should I go ? 3 Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek ihy face. And stoops to ask my love. 4 Lord, at thy feet I fall ; I groan to be set free; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee. Charles "Weslesr THIRD PART. 148 4UX The surrender. 1 And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; I can hold out no more : I sink, by dying love compelled. And own thee conqueror. 3 Though late, I all forsake ; My friends, my all, resign : Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine. 4 Come, and possess me whole. Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. 5 My one desire be this, Thy only love to know ; To seek and taste no other bliss. No other good below. 6 My life, my portion thou; Thou all-sufficient art : My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart. Charles "Wealey. THE SINNER—REPENTANCE. O^VEN. S. M. Joseph E. S'wtietsbe. -A- ±=z »♦ 4^- i is: ""2?" -1^- ^ To whom should I my trouble sho-w, And pour out my com - plaint ? 'iM r 4:Ui* To whom shall I go? 1 Ah ! whither should I go. Burdened, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show. And pour out my complaint? 2 My Saviour bids me come ; Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home. And yet from him I stay. 3 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part, Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? 4 Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display ; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. ChaTleB Wesley. 403 Out of the depths. 1 Out of the depths of woe. To thee, O Lord, I cry; Darkness surrounds me, but I know That thou art ever nigh. 2 Humbly on thee I wait. Confessing all my sin ; Lord, I am knocking at the gate ; Open, and take me in. 3 O hearken to my voice. Give ear to my complaint; Thou bidd'st the mourning soul rejoice. Thou comfortest the faint. 4 Glory to God above, The waters soon will cease ! For, lo ! the swift-returning dove Brings home the sign of peace. 149 5 Though storms his face obscure. And dangers threaten loud, Jehovah's covenant is sure. His bow is in the cloud. James Montgomeiy. 4U4 For a broken heart. 1 O THAT I could repent. With all my idols part. And to thy gracious eye present A humble, contrite heart ! 2 A heart with grief oppressed. For having grieved my God ; A troubled heart, that cannot rest Till sprinkled with thy blood. 3 Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire ; With true sincerity of woe My aching breast inspire. 4 With softening pity look. And melt my hardness down : Strike with thy love's resistless stroke. And break this heart of stone. Charles 'Wesley. 4U») Tlie Son of God in tears. 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 The wondering angels 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. Benjamin Beddome. THE SINNER— REPENTANCE. PARSONS, * Aek. from S. Hubbaed. 1. Fa - ther, I stretch my hands to thee ; No oth - er help I kno'w : jgjg^l -^ UZ. ^ t '-- i ^ -^ -ir-*- Let the wa - ter and "25 the blood, From thy ■wound - ed side which flowed, A N 1 N N r a ^h=t m #-i- Ifc 4XO Epck of ages. 1 Rock of ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Could my tears forever flow. Could my zeal no languor know. These for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone: In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown. And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee. Augustus M. Toplady, alt. 416 The true Light. 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night: Dayspring from on high, be near, Day-star, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the mom. Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till thou inward life impart. Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 153 3 Visit then this soul of mine ; Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me. Radiancy divine ; Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display. Shining to the perfect day. Charles Wesley. 417 The many. 1 By thy birth, and by thy tears; By thy human griefs and fears ; By thy conflict in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power, — ■ Saviour, look with pitying eye ; Saviour, help me, or I die. 2 By the tenderness that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the bitter tears that flowed Over Salem's lost abode, — Saviour, look with pitying eye; Saviour, help me, or I die. 3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; By the fearful conflict there ; By thy cross and dying cries; By thy one great sacrifice, — Saviour, look with pitying eye; Saviour, help me, or I die. 4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; By thy power the lost to save; By thy high, majestic throne; By the empire all thine own, — Saviour, look with pitying eye ; Saviour, help me, or I die. Sir Bobert Q-rant. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. ^VIMBORNE. L. M. John WniTAKEK. sin! feel the joys of pardoned sin! iV^: :t=: a I I — ! — J- 1 1 J-^s= L^>c/ — m »_ :i=si §1 Should storms of ivrath shake earth and I I ■«- -0- -«J- -6f>- -^9- S>- Their minds have heaven and peace with 4 1 0 Peace and Jiope of the riyhtcous. 1 Lord, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 3 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on. But fly not half so swift away: Their souls are ever bright as noon. And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to the heavenly hills. Where groves of living pleasure grow ; And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles. Sit undisturbed upon their brow! 5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, But spend the day, and share the night. In numbering o'er the richer joys That Heaven prepares for their delight. Isaac "Watts. 4J.y Filial love and longing. 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim ; Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest ; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 3 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred ties. Thy son, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands. For thee I long, to thee I look. As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 420 154 4 E'en life itself, without thy love, No lasting pleasure can afford ; Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from thee, Lord. 5 I '11 lift my hands, I 'II raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise : This work shall make my heart rejoice. And fill the remnant of my days. Isaac Watts. [L. M. 6 1. Tune, Evanston. Pag-o 155.] The souVs a7ichorage. 1 Now I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain ; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay. When heaven and earth are fled away. 3 Father, thine everlasting grace Our scanty thought surpasses far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness ; Thine arms of love still open are. Returning sinners to receive. That mercy they may taste, and live. 3 O Love thou bottomless abyss, My sins are swallowed up in thee! Covered is my unrighteousness. Nor spot of guilt remains on me. While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries. 4 By faith I plunge me in this sea ; Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; Hither, when hell assails, I flee; I look into my Saviour's breast: Away, sad doubt and anxious fear! Mercy is all that 's written there. Johaan A. Kothe. Tr. ty J. "Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. EVANSTON. L. M. 61. Joseph p. Holeeook. ~H noth - ing less Than Je - sus' blood and righteous - ness ; §iS -M-i dare not trust the sweet - est frame, But whol-ly lean on Je - sus' ■1^- ^ -O- ] ^ ^ ^(^ ■*- S: ^^m -3- ^s ^~4il^d_ ':l2=:d: -<&- l!?- -(S?- ^-g: ■2S: L*^"-5r -iS?— I On Christ, the sol - id -(2 ^4 rock, I 1 J-. stand ; All oth - er ground is sink - ing sand. r-^S?- 4 ■^X Christ, the solid rock. 1 My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; 1 dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name: On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness seems to veil his face, I rest on his unchanging grace ; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil : On Christ; the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand. 3 His oath, his covenant, and blood. Support me in the whelming flood : When all around my soul gives way. He then is all my hope and stay: On Christ, the sohd rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand. Xldward Mote. 4-w^ Alive in Christ. 1 And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died he for me, who caused his pain? For me, who him to death pursued? Amazing love ! how can it be That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me ? 155 2 'Tis mystery all ! the Immortal dies ! Who can explore his strange de- sign ? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine ; 'Tis mercy all ! let earth adore : Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above, — So free, so infinite his grace !— Emptied himself of all but love. And bled for Adam's helpless race ; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me ! 4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay. Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light: My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, with all in him, is mine ; Alive in him my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine. Bold I approach the eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ, my own. Cbarles Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. EVAN. C. M. Rev. William Henkt Havbeoal. 4=^. =1= ^ *-'--^ -(5*- -^- vU long -0 — took de - light, Un - awed by shame or fear, r'^- r —^ — r-0 ^ new ob - ject struck my sight, And stopped my wild ca - reer. 4-^«5 Convicted, — pardoned. 1 In 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 fixed his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look : It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a Vv'ord he spoke. 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt. And plunged me in despair ; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And helped to nail him there. 5 Alas! I knew not what I did! But now my tears are vain : Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain ! 6 A second look he gave, which said, " I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou mayst live." 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue. Such is the mystery of grace. It seals my pardon too. John Newton. 4iw4 The earnest of redemption. 1 Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? 156 Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, And seal the heirs of heaven ? 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; May thy blest wings, celestial Dove, Safely convey me home. Isaac Watts. 425 ThelloodofsprinUvng. 1 My God, my God, to thee I cry; Thee only would I know; Thy purifying blood apply. And wash me white as snow. 2 Touch me, and make the leper clean ; Purge my iniquity : Unless thou wash my soul from sin, I have no part in thee. 3 But art thou not already mine? Answer, if mine thou art; Whisper within, thou Love divine. And cheer my drooping heart. 4 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds. His wounds are open wide ; For me the blood of sprinkling pleads. And speaks me justified. Charles Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. TRUMAN. C. M. D. Joseph P. Holbhook. ^ ■ CI -*-»^ ^m t± ^Azg=bgL_;_^_g S — «-3- ±y- 0—(^ m 1. I heard the voice of Je-sussay, " Come un - to me and rest; Lay down, thou weary :«^ a- ^—s? fi.. :s=jE=g?: ^.s?: f-rr-f-^^-^t- ■Mf -s: -!E=S-. fl 1 n "~ 1 V i J J 1 ■ 1 1 ' . 1 ■ ' A. ! /^ 1 J ^ 1 1 < > 1 m ^ — 2 — «9 fe*— -^ — J i+i, — .J— -J T<5t— _^l -^ ^ — . ^=* -$Hlti» "^ 1 one, lay down -<9- ^*— ^2? «p i— ^ Thy head up - on my breast 1 ' I came to Je - sus as I was. fV! — L ti ci- -I — 1 — —^ — 1 — :t= " 1 ^ F— -\ — \—^—\ -^ CP '^ 'fS ]• p> m a •» 1 1 1 rj > ?5 1 1 ' ' 1 1 ■ 1 1 1 ■ 1 1 Jl 1 1 1 1 1 ■5- -•• -r^/ -(©'- #-^2- l!»- ^ ^^^m^ Wea - ry, and ■worn, and sad, I found in him a resting-place, And he hath made me glad. W^ f^m -iS>- -^- P ^ W- -»—(^ 2=P=^-; -#— is 4:.-^0 The voice of Jesus. 1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, " Come unto me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast!" I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; 1 found in him a resting-place, And he hath made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one. Stoop down, and drink, and live!" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And nov/ I live in him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light; Look unto me, thy morn shall rise And all thy day be bright!" I looked to Jesus, and I found In him my Star, my Sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk, Till all my journey's done. Horatius Bonar. 157 4(<& / Amazing grace. 1 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me ! 1 once was lost, but now am found. Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. And grace my fears relieved ; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed ! 2 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As Irng as life endures. 3 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissofve like snow, The sun forbear to shine ; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. John Kewton. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. BURLINGTON. CM. John Fekekleton Bueeows. 4-^0 Reconciliation v;ith God. 1 Eternal Sun of righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glories of thy face Upon my heart to shine. 2 Light in thy light O may I see. Thy grace and mercy prove ; Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee, The God of pardoning love. 3 Lift up thy countenance serene. And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Godhead reconciled. 4 That all-comprising peace bestow On me, through grace forgiven ; The joys of holiness below. And then the joys of heaven. Charles Wesley. DOWNS. C. M. Htdo Delightful assurance. 1 Sovereign of all the worlds on high, Allow my humble claim ; Nor while, unworthy, I draw nigh. Disdain a Father's name. 2 My Father, God ! that gracious word Dispels my guilt)^ fear ; Not all the notes by angels heard Could so delight my ear. 3 Come, Holy Ghost, thyself impress On my expanding heart; And show that in the Father's grace I share a filial part. 4 Cheered by that witness from on high. Unwavering I believe ; And, "Abba, Father," humbly cry; Nor can the sign deceive. Philip Doddridge. Lowell Mason. id=i 1. Je - sus, to tliee I now can fly. On nhoramy help is laid: Oppressed by sins,I lift mine eye, And see the shadows fade. 4oi/ Peace in believing. 1 Jesus, to thee I now can fly, On whom my help is laid : Oppressed by sins, I lift mine eye, And see the shadows fade. 2 Believing on my Lord, I find A sure and present aid ; On thee alone my constant mind Be every moment stayed. 158 3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good, Or strong, I here disclaim ; I wash my garments in the blood Of the atoning Lamb. 4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest. On thee will I depend. Till summoned to the marriage-feast, When faith in sight shall end. Cliarlea Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. WOODLAND. CM. Natha>^el D. Gottld. il ■ K I .1 , K , - I I ^>- 1. Fountain of life, to all be-lo-wr ^ ^ ■ ^ ^ ^S. ^' ^ .(Si. -gn — w-'-w—s>- Let thy sal- va-tion roll; Wa - ter, re-plen-ish, ^t -^ ^- .,_^_ 221 "gg — r (±Ht^^^ 1 * 1^ ^h^ ^V ^ i =^+=^ r — 11 and o'erflo-w, Wa- >2 ter, -ft • re - plen - ish. .c^S=^_|_^_ and o'erflow Ev - H«- • .^ .(Si. ery -1 ^ ^ H ^ - be - Uev - iag sr soul. ' -^^-^ \ -h— i^-^- ^1 1 =P-^— 'J -^^ij 431 The well of life. 1 Fountain of life, to all below Let thy salvation roll ; Water, replenish, and o'erflow Ever}' believing soul. 2 Into that happy number, Lord, Us wear}' sinners take ; Jesus, fulfill thy gracious word, For thine own mercy's sake. 3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide. And we shall flow to thee. While down the stream of time we glide To our eternity. 4 The well of life to us thou art. Of joy. the swelling flood ; Wafted by thee, with willing heart. We swift return to God. 5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea ; Into thy fullness fall ; Be lost and swallowed up in thee. Our God, our all in all. Charlea. "Wesley. 4 «5 .4 Victorious faith. 1 Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord, My Saviour, and my Head, 1 trust in thee, whose powerful word Hath raised him from the dead. 2 In hope, against all human hope, Self-desperate, I believe ; Thy quickening word shall raise me up. Thou wilt thy Spirit give. 3 P'aith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to that alone ; 159 Laughs at impossibilities, And cries, " It shall be done!" 4 To thee the glory of thy power And faithfulness I give ; I shall in Christ, at that glad hour. And Christ in me shall live. 5 Obedient faith, that waits on thee, Thou never wilt reprove ; But thou wilt form thy Son in me. And perfect me in love. Charles "Wesley. 4«J»'> His hoimdlesa grace. 1 What shall I do my God to love ? My loving God to praise? The length and breadth, and height to prove. And depth of sovereign grace? 2 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfined ; From age to age it never ends ; It reaches all mankind. 8 Throughout the world its breadth is known. Wide as infinity : So wide it never passed by one. Or it had passed by me. 4 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But, far above the skies. Through Christ abundantly forgiven, I see thy mercies rise. 5 The depth of all-redeeming love, What angel tongue can tell ? O may I to the utmost prove The gift unspeakable ! Charles "Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. MORRIS. S. M. *Eey. John Black. Pi^: Shepherd's voice, ■♦-■•- -F- •would not be con - trolled : I I ■was i «-T- ■wayward child, I 1 L_p_!_L_ L| j |C |^^=Li^u_!_L_, 1 S5— '-iSi-T 1 ^.^^ #H* 1 did not love my home, I did not love my Father's Toice, I loved a - far to roam. '^ — ^ — » — ^- ■^ ■•- ■•- -r ■4:04 iVvj more a vmndering slicep. 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child ; He followed me o'er vale and hill. O'er deserts waste and wild : He found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; He bound me ■with the bands of love. He saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is; 'Twas he that loved my soul, 'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 'Twas he that made me whole : 'Twas he that sought the lost. That found the wandering sheep ; 'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 'Tis he that still doth keep. 4 No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled, I love my tender Shephe'td's voice, I love the peaceful fold : No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam ; I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home. Horatins Bonar. IGO ' I ! ' 4oD The revealing Spirit. 1 Spirit of faith, come down. Reveal the things of God ; And make to us the Godhead known. And witness with the blood : 'Tis thine the blood to apply. And give us eyes to see. That he who did for sinners die. Hath surely died for me. 2 No man can truly say That Jesus is the Lord, Unless thou take the veil away. And breathe the living word : Then, only then, we feel Our interest in his blood ; And cry, with joy unspeakable, "Thou art my Lord, my God!" 3 O that the world might know The all-atoning Lamb ! Spirit of faith, descend and show The virtue of his name: The grace which all may find. The saving power, impart; And tesdfy to all mankind. And speak in every heart. diaries ■Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. SHIRLAND. S. M. Samttei. Stanuet. :S 1. Here can -^i—lt -Su- rest ; m -t-»- '3E---i. i S^ £ dare f :^ boast of this, ■0 That (^---| ^5 I fc^^^^^jg=J :S=;& ^ r r r r I God, the high - est and n n r^ .-3 ^"^ * • best, My Friend and Fa - ther is. ■^ -^^ S 436 God, my Father. 1 Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is. 2 Naught have I of my own, Naught in the hfe I lead ; What Christ hath given, that alone I dare in faith to plead. 3 I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and his blood ; It is through him that I have found My soul's eternal good. BADE A. S. M. ' I 4 At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save ; I will not turn from him. 5 His Spirit in me dwells. O'er all my mind he reigns; My care and sadness he dispels. And soothes away my pains, 6 He prospers day by day His work within my heart. Till I have strength and faith to say, "Thou, God, my Father art!" Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth. Geemak Melody. 1. Hoffcan a sinner know His sins on earth forgiven? How canmygramus Sarionrshow My name inscribed in hearen? ■it- -iS- -e- •^■*-#- - « ■^■*- -0- .s-^-^ -Or d r^. — i5— •-r*-»-»-F-rf^Vr|— rh- '—I ^~ri^-fT*-r*-*-5-s— |-*-h- i — i-f— r^^l — > — ——ri^-ii-i ()' 4 »-h»-»-i — — \-'5>-^t-\ — — *- — i — ** +»-rl*-tr^» — \-^-\ — — |-T — h»-M ©"-Ifl 4«> / Knoioledge of forgiveness. 1 How can a sinner know His sins on earth forgiven? How can my gracious Saviour show My name inscribed in heaven.'' 2 What we have felt and seen With confidence we tell ; And publish to the sons of men The signs infallible. 3 We who in Christ believe That he for us hath died. We all his unknown peace receive. And feel his blood applied. 11 161 4 Exults our rising soul, Disburdened of her load. And swells unutterably full Of glory and of God. 5 His love, surpassing far The love of all beneath. We find within our hearts, and dart. The pointless darts of death. 6 Stronger than death or hell The sacred power we prove ; And, conquerors of the world, we dwell" In heaven, who dwell in love. Charles Veeley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. LENOX. H. M. Lewis ED80X. 1. Arise, my soul, arise ; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacri-fice la my behaU' appears : m -:«H«-*-r«'-.-r*- -*-#- B>-S- •JC ' — J — . — S-i-a — « — m — i-^ — L« — 0 9 9 1 — — — I_«_l^_-__^_»_.±x3i. & — ^ — »' — a^" t22=^= Before the thronemy Surety stands, Before thethronemy Surety stands,Myname is written onhlshands. a^s •— •— *— #-rS— €— £ -I-*— T ' 438 ^66a, Father.— Rom. S: 15. 1 Arise, my soul, arise; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears : Before the throne my Surety stands, -My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above. For me to intercede ; His all-redeeming- love. His precious blood, to plead ; 'His blood atoned for all our race, .And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me: -"•Forgive him, O forgive," they cr}-, "Nor let that ransomed sinner die." -4 The Father hears him pray. His dear anointed One : He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood. And tells me I am bom of God. 5 My God is reconciled ; His pardoning voice I hear: He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, -And, "Father, Abba, Father," cry. Charles Wesley. 162 [C. P. yi. Tunc, Moribah. Page 85S.] 40i7 The inu'cird witticss. 1 Thou great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on E'en from my infant days; Mine inmost soul expose to view. And tell me if I ever knew Thy justifying grace. 2 If I have only known thy fear. And followed, with a heart sincere, Thy drawings from above ; Now, now the further grace bestow, And let my sprinkled conscience know Thy sweet forgiving love. 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the gospel hope, The sense of sin forgiven ; I would not. Lord, my soul deceive. Without the inward witness live, That antepast of heaven. 4 If now the witness were in me, Would he not testify of thee. In Jesus reconciled.' And should I not with faith draw nigh. And boldly, "Abba, Father," cry, And know myself thy child ? 5 Father, in me reveal thy Son, And to my inmost soul make known. How merciful thou art ; The secret of thy love reveal, And by thy hallowing Spirit dwell Forever in my heart. Cliarle3 VTcsley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. ^IC/LA. 7, 61. WnLiAM Batcheldee Beadbitkt. ^(S^iS-i 'i^ 1. Abba, Fa tier, hearth J ciild, late k Jfi-sns reconciled; Hear.andallthegraces shower,Alllhejoy,andpeace,andpower; D. C. ill my Savionrasks abore, Ml the life and hearenof love. 44U y/ic indwelling Spirit. 1 Abba, Father, hear thy child. Late in Jesus reconciled ; Hear, and all the gracies shower, All the joy, and peace, and power; All my Saviour asks above, All the life and heaven of love. 2 Lord, I will not let thee go Till the blessing thou bestow : Hear my Advocate divine; Lo ! to his my suit I join ; Joined to his, it cannot fail ; Bless me; for I will prevail. 3 Heavenly Father, Life divine. Change my nature into thine ; Move, and spread throughout my soul, Actuate, and fill the whole : Be it I no longer now Living in the flesh, but thou. 4 Holy Ghost, no more delay ; Come, and in thy temple stay: Now thine inward witness bear. Strong, and permanent, and clear: Spring of life, thyself impart ; Rise eternal in my heart. Charles "Wesley. REPOSE. Ake. by Joseph P. Holbkook. -•-^ '^ s5: ^=r '^ -Gh- 1. Chief of sinners though I be, ^^ ^-i» Je - sus shed his blood for me; Died that I might live on high, ■#- -t&- ^ ■#- -fS~ ^k- ^- -©I- 1^- W=¥^ i9-. 221 -^- Igisj id-'* 9j*-d >='_*-. T-^- taziiztsze r Died that I might nev-er die ; As the branch is to the vine, I am his and he is mine -•- f9- la » S-#- fg-.S-Hg- -^ 4 4x Chief of sinners. 1 Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed his blood for me ; Died that I might live on high. Died that I might never die ; As the branch is to the vine, 1 am his and he is mine. 2 O the height of Jesus' love! Higher than the heavens above. t- ^63 Deeper than the depths of sea. Lasting as eternity; Love that found me, — wondrous thought !- Found me when I sought him not! 3 Chief of sinners though I be, Christ is all in all to me ; All my wants to him are known. Ail my sorrows are his own ; Safe with him from earthly strife, He sustains the hidden life. McComb. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. RAPTURE. 12,9. E. B. HtiMPnEETs. *^s-a- :^ 1. O lio-w hap - py ^i#j;itgfzii are they, Who the Sav - iour bey, And have SzMz-^e: V V n ^L 1 N N 1 V TJJ-*''** ,. h P 1 * ■ 1 iv S •t k. r* 1 > iV 1 # P ' fm ^f 1 ' • « J 1 0 *! * 1 ' ^^ V t J #« S £ — 1 0. S \ laid up their treasure a - i bove ! Tongue can nev ■ <2 S S er ez - press The sweet m m Q'fe-jfu g — ^ — —is 1 S — — i ^'"^^m^- c -^ — Is — -^ i ' ^^%^S ■^ — ^— -^ » — F — 1 F * — ^ — — ^ — — P- — -1 ^ if" J J 1 fj '"' ^ \j \j !> iv 1 "f I* 1 y 1 ' — — ' •" 1/ L' p. a. #,, — - te re .,— /T\ V ffir'^l^ 1^ r*. K r^: It II A."lJ ^ J d «! J J { ^ ) ■ V J 1 p _,'^ _ i 1 r? ^ ft' ii « • 5 #5 « m ^ * d } 1 U- / * . • • * i''^ Of a soul ^ 0 * s 0 J 1 com IL > 0 - fort and • 0 peace in • its ear - li - 0 r est love. i~\'r' Sii 1 i ' • 0 1? 11 • ^.JflLtTft 1 1 1 '« P ' i W « > '« -^^ "i^-5— ^ — 0 If — — ^1 h — 1^ rr' r"- L— '•— • J0 — 1 "■ i -^ 1-^ L->-..V -' M — V — V ' L— ' ^ -tF^ L_| IJ 4 4 •^ The joys of conversion. 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I received through the blood of the Lamb ; When my heart first believed, What a joy I received. What a heaven in Jesus's 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 Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song : O that all his salvation might see! " He hath loved me," I cried, "He hath suffered and died, To redeem even rebels like me." 5 O the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! Of my Saviour possessed, I was perfectly blessed, As if filled with the fullness of God. Charlea Wesley. 164 [T, 6, T. Tune, Amsterdam. Page 401.] 440 The righteousness of faith. 1 Oft I in my heart have said, — Who shall ascend on high. Mount to Christ, my glorious Head, And bring him from the sky? Borne on contemplation's wing. Surely I shall find him there. Where the angels praise their King, And gain the Morning Star. 2 Oft I in my heart have said, — Who to the deep shall stoop, Sink with Christ among the dead. From thence to bring him up .'' Could I but my heart prepare. By unfeigned humility, Christ would quickly enter there. And ever dwell in me. 3 But the righteousness of faith Hath taught me better things -. "Inward turn thine eyes," it saith, NVhile Christ to me it brings : " Christ is ready to impart Life to all, for life who sigh : In thy mouth and in thy heart The word is ever nigh." Charles WeSley. ^- THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. SAMSON. L. M. Gkoege Feebeeick h:a>-dei.. I I I ! ! I 1 , ^ 32^ *^ -♦ ■*■ ■#• 1. Trembling be - fore thine aw - ful throne, O Lord, in dust my sins I own; ^ I 4^- J I m -*-i^ ^ >>^i tice and mer - cy for my life Con - tend ; O smile, and heal the strife. -0'- t^. -^- ^^. li: :f 444 The new joy. ' 1 Trembling before thine awful throne, 0 Lord, in dust my sins I own ; Justice and mercy for my life Contend ; O smile, and heal the strife. 2 The Saviour smiles ; upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; His voice proclaims my pardon found. Seraphic transport wings the sound. 3 Earth has a joy unknown to heaven, The newborn peace of sins forgiven ; Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels, never dimmed your sight. 4 Bright heralds of the eternal Will, Abroad his errands ye fulfill ; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious in his presence play^ 5 Loud is the song, the heavenly plain Is shaken with the choral strain ; And dying echoes, floating far. Draw music from each chiming star. 6 But I amid your choirs shall shine. And all your knowledge shall be mine : Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear. Augustua Ii. Hillhoufie. 440 The realizing light of faith. 1 Author of faith, eternal Word, Whose Spirit breathes the active flame, Faith, like its finisher and Lord, To-day as yesterday the same ; 2 To thee our humble hearts aspire. And ask the gift unspeakable ; Increase in us the kindled fire, In us the work of faith fulfill. 165 3 By faith we know thee strong to save ; Save us, a present Saviour thou : Whate'er we hope, by faith we have ; Future and past subsisting now. 4 To him that in thy name believes. Eternal life with thee is given ; Into himself he all' receives. Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 5 The things unknown to feeble sense, Unseen by reason's glimmering ray. With strong, commanding evidence. Their heavenly origin display. 6 Faith lends its realizing light - The clouds disperse, the shadows fly; The Invisible appears in sight. And God is seen by mortal eye. Charles Wesley. 44U Salvation by grace. 1 We have no outward righteousness. No merits or good works to plead ; We only can be saved by grace ; Thy grace, O Lord, is free indeed. 2 Save us by grace, through faith alone, A faith thou must thyself impart ; A faith that would by works be shown, A faith that purifies the heart : 3 A faith that doth the mountains move, A faith that shows our sins forgiven, A faith that sweetly works by love, And ascertains our claim to heaven. 4 This is the faith we humbly seek. The faith in thy all-cleansing blood. That blood which doth for sinners speak ; O let it speak us up to God ! Charles "Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. ROCKINGHAM. L. M. Lowell Mason. .it-. _ , 1_^-J- ' ' ^ hap - py day that fixed my choice On thee, my Sav-iour and my God! S?ES :«£ i I :^z d= m^ ^ :S: ■^ "zr Well may this glow - ing heart re - joice, And tell its raptures all a - broad. §i^ -^'-U- ~\ — -^ — ^ ?^ r r 44 / O happy day! 1 O HAPPY day that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing heart rejoice. And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love ! Let cheerful anthems fill his house. While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ; I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on. Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; Fixed on this blissful center, rest ; Nor ever from thy Lord depart. With him of every good possessed. 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow. And bless in death a bond so dear. Philip Doddridge. 44o Salvation hy faith. 1 Into thy gracious hands I fall. And with the arms of faith embrace ; 0 King of glory, hear my call ; O raise me, heal me by thy grace. Now righteous through thy grace I am ; No condemnation now I dread ; 1 taste salvation in thy name, Alive in thee, my living Head. 166 2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide. Nor take thy flight from me away; Still with me let thy grace abide. That I from thee may never stray; Let thy word richly in me dwell. Thy peace and love my portion be ; My joy to endure and do thy will. Till perfect I am found in thee. 3 Arm me with thy whole armor, Lord, Support my weakness with thy might ; Gird on my thigh thy conquering sword. And shield me in the threatening fight; From faith to faith, from grace to grace. So in thy strength shall I go on. Till heaven and earth flee from thy face. And glory end what grace begun. Wolfgang C. DesBler. Tr. by J. Wesley. 44y Forgiving love. 1 My soul, Avith humble fervor raise To God the voice of grateful praise. And all my ransomed powers combine. To bless his attributes divine. 2 Deep on my heart let memory trace His acts of mercy and of grace. Who, with a Father's tender care. Saved me when sinking in despair; 3 Gave my repentant soul to prove The joy of his forgiving love; Poured balm into my bleeding breast. And led my weary feet to rest. John H. liivingstone. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. DARLEY. L. M. W. H. ^V. Uaelet. 4oU The Mghieay of Jioliness. 1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I '11 pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I '11 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 has been. Because I was not saved from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul, I am the way." 5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am ; Nothing but sin have I to give ; Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round. What a dear Saviour I have found ; I '11 point to thy redeeming blood. And say, "Behold the way to God." John Cennick. 40 J His sovereign grace. 1 Glory to God, whose sovereign grace Hath animated senseless stones. Called us to stand before his face. And raised us into Abrah'm's sons. 2 The people that in darkness lay, In sin and error's deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel-day In Jesus' lovely face displayed. 161 3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done, And bared thine arm in all our sight ; Hast made the reprobates thine own. And claimed the outcasts as thy right. 4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord* To us the great salvation brought; Thy Word, thy all-creating Word, That spake at first the world from naught. 5 For this the saints lift up their voice. And ceaseless praise to thee is given ; For this the hosts above rejoice, And praise thee in the highest heaven. Charles Wesley. 40^ The Lord our righteousness. 1 Let not the wise their wisdom boast. The mighty glory in their might. The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. 2 The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man ; And where is all his wisdom gone, When, dust, he turns to dust again ( 3 One only gift can justify The boasting soul that knows his God ; When Jesus doth his blood apply, I glory in his sprinkled blood. 4 The Lord my Righteousness I praise, I triumph in the love divine; The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grare, In Christ to endless ages mine. Charles 'Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION. HOUGHTON. 10,11. William Gaedinee. I fc — I — « V- ^ -^ d=d: ■1*T ;i p^ 1. O what shall I do my Saviour to praise, So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace, m f=r ■P-H«- =F I I i 1,1 I J ! Ill I r- i^- So strong to de-liv - er, so good to re - deem The weakest be - liever that hangs upon him I ■^ -^ -^ 4t- ■*- » •0- 9* ±*Sfes=ES* t=t r- m 4t)»J His plenteous grace. 1 O WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise, So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace. So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him ! 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free. The people that can be joyful in thee ! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face. And still they are talking of Jesus's grace : 3 For thou art their boast, their glory, and , power. And I also trust to see the glad hour. My soul's new creation, a life from the dead. The day of salvation that lifts up my head. 4 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defense ; I trust in his word ; none plucks me from thence; Since I have found favor, he all things will do ; My King and my Saviour shall make me anew. 5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own ; Thy secret to me shall soon be mace known ; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall re- ceive. And share in the gladness of all that be- lieve. Charles Wesley. LYONS. 10, 11 Feaxcis Joseph Hatdn. FIKE. ' > . , I It. S. 1. AllpraisetotlieIamb!a«ceptedJani,TliroujlifaitliintIieSavionr's adoraWe name: lu liia I ccn-fiJL'.IiisMoudis appliid; D. S. For mj he hatli suffered, for me he hath died. 4i>4: Accepted in the Beloved. 1 All praise to the Lamb ! accepted I am. Through faith in the Saviour's adorable name: In him I confide, his blood is applied ; For me he hath suffered, for me he hath died. 1G8 2 Not a cloud doth arise, to darken my skies. Or hide for a moment my Lord from mine eyes : In him I am blest, I lean on his breast, And lo ! in his wounds I continue to rest. Charles Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. ROCKPORT. 7,6, 8. N 1 Isaac Baker Woodbtirt. ^ 1 N,.!^: *'^?: ^k^-6 1 ^^ \- -N ^r■ — d — - « t:-?— KH — * — ,— 3 — * • 1 ^^ -H J » J- —m — ( *— F«^ — « — 4---H^: i ^5 5 5— . 1 Lord, and is ■^' (Aft - er aU D. C. Keep me, lest ^^i^ TT-^ ^ ^- thine that I 1 — 0 — an - I turn ger have a - — *— #■ gone, done, gain c And art Dost thou Out of thou no the a pac - long - nar - — » — * — i - er row chide ? j ■way. ^: '?iT~ \ \ — 1 - i \ i ->— U — » — • — "1 1 •- 1 ^ 9 w » • • [^ :- ■^ r ! 1 ! . L . 1 . . 1 / r> » » f 1 1 1/ • » . 1 1 U 1 1/ 1 V 1 '\0> r— i n ii ,■*• JS 1 ^v D. C. ^(-2 « ^ ■J i J N 1 /( fe^— *- -S— {-'-S- -?— _s_s_ — g H5— «— ls-5- -S — <— J ^-J ^ h- Let 1 thy love my d d d heart 1 1 — • y j -J constrain, And U — ^^ all my rest - less ^ ^ ^ f- pas - sions s-way : I > 0 0- , C iidz-u— y ! iy — i ^-j W » — ^» 1» » 19 -T #^ ^ 1 ' ^ '^ 1 1 J I'll ! J 1 y 11/1 y l> f 1 1 4 DO Tears of joy. 1 Lord, and is thine anger gone, And art thou pacified? After all that I have done, Dost thou no longer chide ? Let thy love my heart constrain, And all my restless passions sway : Keep me, lest I turn again Out of the narro-w way. 2 See my utter helplessness, And leave me not alone ; O preserve in perfect peace, And seal me for thine own : More and more thyself reveal, Thy presence let me always find ; Comfort, and confirm, and heal My feeble, sin-sick mind. 0 As the apple of thine eye. Thy weakest servant keep; Help me at thy feet to lie, And there forever weep : Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow. That I have any hope of heaven ; Much of love I ought to know. For I have much forgiven. Charles Wesley. 40U Notldnf) but Christ crucified. 1 Vain, delusive world, adieu. With all of creature good ! Only Jesus I pursue. Who bought me with his blood : All thy pleasures I forego ; I trample on thy wealth and pride ; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 169 2 Other knowledge I disdain ; 'Tis all but vanity : Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain. He tasted death for me. Me to save from endless woe The sin-atoning Victim died: Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 3 Here will I set up my rest ; My fluctuating heart From the haven of his breast Shall never more depart : Whither should a sinner go? His wounds for me stand open wide; Only Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified. 4 Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end ; This is all my happiness. On Jesus to depend ; Daily in his grace to grow. And ever in his faith abide ; Only Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified. 5 O that I could all invite. This saving truth to prove ; Show the length, the breadth, the height; And depth of Jesus' love ! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone applied ; Only Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified. Cliarles Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN — CONSECRATION. PERCY. L. M. 1 J- H. Percy Smith. J-J ! 1 uV' A » « « — -^ « --=\=^ ==^ — • i ^ J J H^ M-"H •^ i*— • — -*— # — 1 1. Come, Saviour, . u >. . « IT » Je - sus, from a - bove. As - sist me with thy -^ — i— heavenly grace; :^^P^n F— ^ A \ — 5M^ r*^ tr=^ t=^ ^ k M yi=4: ¥t -^-^ i f^' — I — j-"-,^- •- — 'J Emp-ty my heart of earth - ly love. And for thy -self pre - pare the place, mi. -is- -S-r^' fcfS 1£ ^ S 40 / Reiwuncing all for Christ. 1 Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above, Assist me with thy heavenly grace ; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place. 2 O let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free ; Which pants to have no other will, But night and day to feast on thee. 3 While in this region here below. No other good will I pursue : I '11 bid this world of noise and show. With all its glittering snares, adieu. 4 That path with humble speed I '11 seek. In which my Saviour's footsteps shine. Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine. 5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul ; Possess it thou, who hast the right. As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Nothing on earth do I desire. But thy pure love within my breast ; This, only this, will I require. And freely give up all the rest. Mad. A. Bourignon. Tr. by J. 'Wesley. 4t)o Personal co^isecration. 1 God of my life, what just return Can sinful dust and ashes give .'' 1 only live my sin to mourn : To love my God I only live. 2 To thee, benign and saving Power, I consecrate my lengthened days ; 170 While, marked with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co-extended praise. 3 Be all my added life employed Thine image in my soul to see : Fill with thyself the mighty void ; Enlarge my heart to compass thee. 4 The blessing of thy love bestow ; For this my cries shall never fail ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, — I will not, till my suit prevail. 5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home; Be mindful of thy gracious word, — Thou, with thy promised Father, come, Charles Wesley. 4t)y Living to God. 1 O Thou, who hast at thy command The hearts of all men in thy hand. Our wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires, control; Mold every purpose of the soul ; O'er all may we victorious prove That stands between us and thy love. 3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 4 And while we to thy glory live. May we to thee all glory give, Until the final summons come. That calls thy willing servants home. JVIrs. M. J. Cotterill. THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. SESSIONS. L. M. $ is: 2lt i Luther Oelando Esiekbon. -:5= g- sii 9t ^- 40ll The vow sealed at the a-oss. 1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine. Purchased and saved by blood divine ; With full consent thine I would be. And own thy sovereign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace ; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity ; The vow is past beyond repeal. And now I set the solemn seal. 4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master, now I call. And consecrate to thee my all. 5 Do thou assist a feeble worm The great engagement to perform ; Thy grace can full assistance lend. And on that grace I dare depend. Samuel Savies. 4 Ox Thirsting for perfect love. 1 I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be Forever closed to all but thee : Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love forever there. 171 3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side ! Who thence their life and strength derive. And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death. Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move ; O wondrous grace ! O boundless love ! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne. Decked with a never-fading crown ? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified." NieolauB L. Zinzendorf. Tr. by J. Wesley. 4D^ The Lord is my portion. — Lam. 3: 24. 1 O Love, thy sovereign aid impart. And guard the gift thyself hast given : My portion thou, my treasure art, My life, and happiness, and heaven. 2 Would aught on earth my wishes share ? Though dear as life the idol be, The idol from my breast I 'd tear. Resolved to seek my all in thee. 3 Whate'er I fondly counted mine. To thee, my Lord, I here restore; Gladly I all for thee resign ; Give me thyself, I ask no more. Charles Wesley. ALETTA. THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. 7. William Batoheldeb Beadbttet. Prince of peace, control my will ; Bid this struggling; heart be still ; Bid my fears and doublings cease, Hush my spirit in - to peace. 1 ! i — p' — ^ — ri — m^—i — I — — *r# — ^7 4 b i3 Perfect peace. 1 Prince of peace, control my will ; Bid this struggling heart be still ; Bid my fears and doubtings cease, Hush my spirit into peace. 2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood. Opened wide the gate to God : Peace I ask — but peace must be. Lord, in being one with thee. 3 May thy will, not mine, be done; May thy will and mine be one : Chase these doubtings from my heart ; Now thy perfect peace impart. 4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall ; Thou my Life, my God, my All ! Let thy happy servant be One for evermore with thee ! Mary A. S. Barber. FISK. 7. 4U 4 The mind of Jesus. 1 Father of eternal grace. Glorify thyself in me; Sweetly beaming in my face May the world thine image see. 2 Happy only in thy love. Poor, unfriended, or unknown : Fix my thoughts on things above. Stay my heart on thee alone. 3 To thy gracious will resigned. All thy will by me be done ; Give me. Lord, the perfect mind Of thy well-beloved Son. 4 Counting gain and glory loss, May I tread the path he trod ; Die with Jesus on the cross. Rise with him to live with God. James Montgomery. P ^ atzit I I 1. Thine for - ev er ! — G-od of love, W^tE3=: m _^, V^— -^ ■i9- Hear us from thy throne a £ -6h- ■^^^ m F= P ife =t^ -^—ih ^^fe^ i^: m Thine for - er - er -^-■3- i r-» — \ — «+-- may -we be, -^— P- '^\?S Here and in I e - ter - ni ty. — f> — tf- ^—p- 4bo Thine forever. 2 Thine forever ! — Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife ; Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. 3 Thine forever! — Saviour, keep These thy frail and trembling sheep ; 172 Safe alone beneath thy care. Let us all thy goodness share. 4 Thine forever! — thou our Guide, All our wants by thee supplied. All our sins by thee forgiven. Lead us. Lord, from earth to heaven. Mrs. Mary F. Mande. THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. I BARBY. CM. William Taneiik. "^— 2?- t3^: iSEFfe-Ei 1. Wit - ness, ye men and an Te - fore the ^ *— «-r-r^ p ^Hp^^l I Lord we speak ; d 4t)D The solemn vow. 1 Witness, ye men and angels, now, Before the Lord we speak ; To him we make our solemn vow, A vow we dare not break : 2 That long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield ; Nor from his cause will we depart. Or ever quit the field. 3 We trust not in our native strength. But on his grace rely. That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply. 4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright. And keep us in thy ways ; And, while we turn our vows to prayers. Turn thou our prayers to praise. Benjamin Seddome. 4U / I will taTcethe cup of salvation. — Ps. 116: 13 1 What shall I render to my God For all his mercy's store .'' I '11 take the gifts he hath bestowed. And humbly ask for more. 3 My vows I will to his great name Before his people pay, And all I have, and all I am. Upon his altar lay. 3 Thy lawful servant. Lord, I owe To thee whate'er is mine. Born in thy family below. And by redemption thine. 4 The God of all-redeeming grace My God I will proclaim. Offer the sacrifice of praise. And call upon his name. 173 5 Praise him, ye saints, the God of love. Who hath my sins forgiven. Till, gathered to the Church above. We sing the songs of heaven. Samuel Wesley. 40o Accejyt my heart. 1 My God, accept my heart this day. And make it always thine ; That I from thee no more may stray. No more from thee decline. 2 Before the cross of him who died. Behold, I prostrate fall; Let every sin be crucified. Let Christ be all in all. 3 Let every thought, and work, and word, To thee be ever given ; Then life shall be thy service. Lord, And death the gate of heaven ! Matthew Bridges. 4t)y Soul and body dedicated to the Lord. 1 Let Him to whom we now belong, His sovereign right assert; And take up every thankful song. And every loving heart. 2 He justly claims us for his own. Who bought us with a price : The Christian lives to Christ alone ; To Christ alone he dies. 3 Jesus, thine own at last receive; Fullill our hearts' desire; And let us to thy glory live. And in thy cause expire. 4 Our souls and bodies we resign ,- With joy we render thee Our all, — no longer ours, but thine To all eternity. Charles Wesley. THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. DURBIN. 7, 61. Rev. W. D. Maclagait. #-*-*- :^iz_/^ •-*-»!- 3!z=g- 1. Fa-ther, Soii,andHo - ly Ghost, Cne in Three, and Three in One, As by the ce - lestial host, s d » « ff gz « » "^ » # ki. ^ tt •_ #— *- jfl (Z_ -^— ^ p Hg r? Si iaE^=a s :^ :^=?e: ^F ; Pr :^=;d: Let thy will on earth be done ; Praise by aU to ^ ^— rs ^—f^- I thee be given, Glorious Lord of earth and heaven. §a^3^^ 4 / U E^itire consecration. 1 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in Three, and Three in One, As by the celestial host. Let thy will on earth be done ; Praise by all to thee be given, Glorious Lord of earth and heaven. 2 If so poor a worm as I May to thy great glory live, All my actions sanctify. All my words and thoughts receive ; Claim me for thy senice, claim All I have, and all I am. SAXBY. L. M. ^— e-H»— ff p ^E? 3 Take my soul and body's powers ; Take my memory, mind, and will; All my goods, and all my hours ; All I know, and all I feel ; All I think, or speak, or do ; Take my heart, but make it new. 4 Now, O God, thine own I am. Now I give thee back thine own ; Freedom, friends, and health, and fame. Consecrate to thee alone : Thine I live, thrice happy I ; Happier still if thine I die. Charles Wesley. Ket. T. E. Matthews. M Eifi U- jE^^i^f^j -^W- *±^3i±m 1. Abraliam.wlieii severely tried,His faith by his obedience showed ; He with the harsh command complied, And gave his Isaac back to God. 4/1. The trial of Ahraliam. 1 Abraham, when severely tried. His faith by his obedience showed ; He with the harsh command complied, And gave his Isaac back to God. 2 His son the father offered up,— Son of his age, his only son ; Object of all his joy and hope. And less beloved than God alone. 3 O for a faith like his, that we The bright example may pursue ! May gladly give up all to thee. To whom our more than all is due. 174 4 Is there a thing than life more dear.? A thing from which we cannot part ? We can ; we now rejoice to tear The idol from our bleeding heart, 5 Jesus, accept our sacrifice ; All things for thee we count but loss , Lo ! at thy word our idol dies, — • Dies on the altar of thy cross. 6 For what to thee, O Lord, we give, A hundred fold we here obtain ; And soon with thee shall all receive. And loss shall be eternal gain. Charles Wesley, THE CHRISTIAN— CONSECRATION. ^VARSAW. H. M. Thomas Claek. 1. My soul and all its po-wers Thine, wholly thine ■^— f»- fcS-s^ shall be ; All> all my happy hours I con -SB' ^ ! crate to thee : iSill Me to thine im - age now restore, And I S ^iS % ^F -*-4g- ;hall praise thee ev - er - more 1 1^ ^ i <4i Dedication to God. 1 My soul and all its powers Thine, wholly thine, shall be; All, all my happy hours I consecrate to thee: Me to thine image now restore. And I shall praise thee evermore. 2 Long as I live beneath. To thee O let me live; To thee my every breath In thanks and praises give: MARSHALL. S. M. Whate'er I have, whate'er I am, Shall magnify my Maker's name. 3 I wait thy will to do. As angels do in heaven ; In Christ a creature new. Most graciously forgiven ; I wait thy perfect will to prove, All sanctified by spotless love. Charles Wesley. Kev. George Jaryis Geek, D. D. -iGt- the strength of grace, With a I heart and free, m^ I I My - self, ^ r my -1^- \i-j2i due -f2. of days, I i^giHiliigi =f:--- -^ i