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CHORAL  ECHOES 
 
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 IN      ALL      AGES 
 
 COLLECTION    OF   HYMNS    AND    TINES   ADAPTED    TO    ALL 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 For  several  years  past,  the  compiler  has  felt  a  very 
 strong  desire  to  present  to  the  Christian  public  such  a 
 collection  of  hymns  and  tunes  as  should  be,  in  his 
 judgment,  entirely  adapted  to  the  wants  of  the  church, 
 in  her  social  gatherings.  This  desire  has  come  to  partake 
 of  the  nature  of  a  conviction  of  duty,  by  his  own  reflections 
 upon  the  need  of  such  a  work,  and  by  the  repeated  solici- 
 tation of  friends  that  he  would  undertake  it.  The  book 
 hereby  presented  is  the  result  of  much  care  and  attention 
 bestowed  during  many  months.  I  have  drawn  the  mate- 
 rial mainly  from  the  following  named  works,  — 
 
 "Methodist  Hymns,"  "Watts'  Psalms  and  Hymns," 
 "  Christian  Lyre,"  "  Social  Hymns,"  "  Plymouth  Collec- 
 tion," "Church  Psalmist,"  "Songs  of  the  Church,"  "Ful- 
 ler's Psalmist  and  Supplement,"  "Songs  for  Social  and 
 Public  Worship,"  "Methodist  Protestant  Hymn  Book," 
 "  Congregational  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,"  "  Musgrove's 
 Melodies,"  "  Methodist  Social  Hymns,"  "  Hymns  of  the 
 Church  South,"  "Sacred  Melodies,"  "Golden  Chain," 
 "  Hunter's  Select  Melodies,"  "  Jubilee,"  "  The  Wcsleyan 
 Psalter,"  "  Sunday  School  Harmonist,"  "  Union  Hymns," 
 
4  CHOEAL    ECHOES. 
 
 "The  Sabbath  Bell,"  "Village  Hymns,"  "Thoughts  in 
 Affliction,  by  Thellwall,"  "  The  Book  of  Common  Prayer." 
 
 The  original  phraseology  of  the  authors  of  the  respect- 
 ive hymns,  has  been  retained  where  no  cogent  reason  has 
 appeared  to  demand  a  change. 
 
 There  i?,  however,  a  class  of  Hymns  or  spiritual  ?ongs 
 handed  about  in  the  form  of  ballad,  or  communicated 
 orally  from  one  to  another,  that  does  not  deserve  much 
 consideration  upon  the  score  of  poetic  merit.  These 
 pieces  are  sung  by  the  devout,  and  they  are  much  sung, 
 and  always  will  be  much  sung  in  times  of  revival.  There 
 are  a  good  many  such  in  this  collection.  I  have  simply  so 
 far  changed  then*  phraseology,  when  necessary,  as  to  give 
 them  something  like  grammatical  propriety,  but  have  not 
 sought  so  to  change  their  rustic  dress  as  to  disguise  their 
 identity.  I  believe  the  number  of  hymns  is  such  as 
 to  furnish  a  rich  and  ample  variety  for  all  occasions  of 
 social,  domestic,  or  individual  devotion. 
 
 It  has  been  suggested  that  appropriate  tunes  should 
 accompany  the  words;  but  I  see  no  good  reason  for 
 this,  except  in  the  case  of  the  unusual  metres,  choruses,  and 
 chants.  For  these  the  tunes  are  in  the  latter  part  of  the 
 book.  It  is  hoped  this  collection  will  be  found  better 
 adapted  to  the  prayer  and  conference  meeting,  the  class- 
 room, and  the  purposes  of  family  devotion,  than  is  any 
 other  book  now  in  use.  The  aim  has  been  to  make  it 
 purely  a  book  of  devotion ;  and  though  it  may  not  find 
 lagre  favor  with  that  class  of  persons  who  love  to  sing 
 
INTRODUCTION.  5 
 
 merely  for  the  sake  of  singing,  still  it  is  hoped  it  will  be 
 prized  by  the  truly  devout,  of  every  Christian  name. 
 
 Holy  song  is  the  instinctive  and  natural  expression  of  the 
 redeemed  soul.  In  every  age  it  has  been  the  vehicle  which 
 the  church  has  employed  in  her  adoration,  thanksgivings, 
 and  supplications  to  God.  It  is  the  duty  and  privilege  of 
 the  church  to  sing ;  a  duty  which  she  can  no  more  perform 
 by  proxy,  than  she  can  pray,  or  repent,  or  believe,  or  hope 
 by  proxy.  No  body  of  Christians,  so  long  as  they  feel  they 
 have  anything  to  say  to  God  in  the  house  of  prayer,  will 
 consent  to  stand  or  sit  silent,  and  employ  a  few  thoughtless 
 and  giddy  persons  to  perform  in  their  name,  —  or  rather 
 in  their  stead,  —  a  part  of  the  devotions  so  near  akin  to 
 the  worship  of  the  celestial  host.  I  have  not  doubted  for 
 many  years  that  the  exclusive  performance  of  sacred 
 music  in  the  church  by  a  few  select  professional  singers, 
 is  at  once  to  defraud  the  church  of  her  privilege,  aud  to 
 offer  an  insult  to  the  Almighty. 
 
 This  little  volume  is  presented  to  those  who  arc,  or 
 really  desire  to  be,  devout  in  heart.  They  can  use  it,  and 
 I  trust  they  will  enjoy  it.  There  arc  few  phases  of 
 religious  conviction,  emotion,  or  desire,  which  may  not  find 
 appropriate  expression  here.  My  own  heart  has  been  often 
 thrilled  and  blessed,  during  the  protracted  toil  of  preparing 
 these  hymns  for  their  use,  and  I  hope  to  unite  with  them 
 in  this  high  fellowship  of  song,  in  time  and  in  eternity. 
 
 B.  W.  G. 
 Boston,  April,  18G4. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Introduction 3 
 
 God 7 
 
 Christ 15 
 
 The  Gospel 43 
 
 Warning 47 
 
 Invitation 67 
 
 Resolve ? 77 
 
 The  Penitent 81 
 
 Faith 93 
 
 The  Convert 101 
 
 Consecration Ill 
 
 Aspiration 117 
 
 Entire  Sanctification 133 
 
 Prayer  and  Watchfulness 147 
 
 Christian  Union  and  Communion 157 
 
 Trust  in  Providence 1G5 
 
 Gratitude 177 
 
 Communion  with  God 183 
 
 Unfaithfulness  Mourned 189 
 
 Practical  Piety 195 
 
 Missionary. 199 
 
 The  Journey 207 
 
 The  Holy  War 213 
 
 Death,  Judgment,  and  Eternity 219 
 
 The  Dying  Christian 233 
 
 Heaven  in  Prospect 239 
 
 Miscellaneous 263 
 
CHORAL   ECHOES 
 
 SECTION   I. 
 GOD. 
 
 l.-S.  91. 
 
 Praise  to  the  universal  King* 
 
 Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
 And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
 
 Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
 The  universal  King. 
 
 2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown ; 
 
 He  gave  the  seas  their  bound : 
 The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
 And  all  the  solid  ground. 
 
 3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
 
 Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
 "We  are  his  work  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. 
 
CHO-RAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3.-Ii.  XH. 
 
 Let  everything  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lord. 
 
 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  sound  all  voices  raise, 
 And  fill  the  world  withjoudest  praise. 
 
 3.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 He  hath  made  us,  and  we  are  the  sheep  of  his  pasture. 
 
 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  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 
 
 Made  us  of  clay  and  formed  us  men ; 
 And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
 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. 
 
GOD. 
 
 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. 
 
 4.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 Adoration. 
 
 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  cry, 
 The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High. 
 
 4  Earth,  from  afar,  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
 And  worms  have  learn'd  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  check  our  songs, 
 And  praise  sit  silent  on  our  tongues. 
 
 5.  — S.  M. 
 
 Sovereignty. 
 
 Eternal  God,  almighty  cause 
 
 Of  earth,  and  seas  and  worlds  unknown, 
 All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
 
 All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 
 
10  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
 
 Of  all  within  itself  possest ; 
 By  none  controll'd  in  thy  commands, 
 And  in  thyself  completely  blest. 
 
 3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe ; 
 
 Let  heav'n  and  earth  due  homage  pay: 
 All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
 Deny  then*  claims,  renounce  then:  sway. 
 
 4  In  thee,  0  Lord,  our  hope  shall  rest, 
 
 Fountain  of  peace  and  joy  and  love! 
 Thy  favor  only  makes  us  blest, 
 Without  thee  all  would  nothing  prove. 
 
 6.  — C.  M. 
 
 TJie  incomprehensible  God. 
 
 Parent  supreme,  who  dwells't  on  high 
 
 In  uncreated  light, 
 Thy  own  essential  glorys  lie 
 
 Concealed  from  mortal  sight. 
 
 2  Effulgence  infinite  doth  veil 
 
 Thy  underived  abode ; 
 While  every  beam  of  glory  shows 
 The  self-existent  God ! 
 
 3  All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word, 
 
 And  stars  and  planets  roll 
 Beneath  thy  throne,  to  stand  or  move,1 
 At  thy  divine  control. 
 
 4  We  trace  the  wonders  of  thy  hand 
 
 Around  this  spacious  frame, 
 
 But  cannot  fathom  thy  designs, 
 
 Nor  comprehend  thy  name ! 
 
 5  Infinite  beauty,  power  and  skill 
 
 Appear  in  all  thy  ways ; 
 And  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  and  skies 
 Proclaim  thy  endless  praise. 
 
GOD.  11 
 
 6  Fountain  of  blessedness !  in  Theo 
 Our  utmost  powers  arc  lost ; 
 And  partial  glances  of  thy  name 
 Are  all  that  we  can  boast. 
 
 7.-C.  M. 
 
 God  in  nature,  and  in  grace. 
 
 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  leam  Immanuel's  name, 
 And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
 
 7  0  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
 
 In  that  immortal  song ! 
 Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  thy  heart, 
 And  love  command  thy  tongue. 
 
12  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 8 — P.  M. 
 
 The  omnipresent  God. 
 
 [tune  no.  1.] 
 
 God  is  in  the  torrent's  fall, 
 
 In  the  summer  breeze, 
 God  is  in  the  thunder's  call, 
 In  the  whisp'ring  trees,  — 
 
 Where  the  lowly  violet  springs, 
 Where  the  faithful  ivy  clings, 
 Where  the  small  bird  sweetly  sings, 
 There,  forcvci  there  is  God. 
 
 2  God  is  in  the  flashing  eye, 
 
 In  the  speaking  tongue, 
 God  is  in  the  mourner's  cry, 
 In  the  marriage  song, — 
 With  the  saint  at  morning  praying, 
 With  the  midnight  murderer  slaying, 
 With  the  cradled  infant  playing, 
 There,  forever  there  is  God. 
 
 3  God  is  in  the  army's  path, 
 
 In  the  ocean's  swell ; 
 God  is  in  the  whirlwind's  wrath, 
 
 In  the  tolling  bell, — 
 By  the  sinner's  dying  bed, 
 By  the  watcher's  weary  head, 
 By  the  living  and  the  dead, 
 There,  forever  there  is  God. 
 
 9.  — 8.  M. 
 
 His  kingdom  ruleth  over  all. 
 
 High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 
 
 Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
 Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
 
 That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 
 
GOD.  13 
 
 2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands 
 
 As  mountains  their  foundations  keep. 
 Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
 
 3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large; 
 
 Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share ; 
 The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
 But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
 
 4  My  God !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
 
 Whence  all  my  hope  and  comfort  spring; 
 The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
 Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
 
 10.  — I..  M. 
 
 Man  in  contrast  with  God. 
 
 Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
 Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
 
 Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
 More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  ? 
 
 2  Behold !  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
 
 Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne, 
 Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his, 
 Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 
 
 3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
 
 Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay  1 
 Touched  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
 We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 
 
 4  Almighty  Power !  to  thee  we  bow ; 
 
 How  faint  are  we,  —  how  glorious  thou! 
 No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare, 
 With  an  eternal  God  compare. 
 
14  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 11.  — c.  in.  - 
 
 Long-suffering,  mercy,  bounty. 
 
 Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 
 
 Unmerited  and  free, 
 Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
 
 And  help  our  misery. 
 
 2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still, 
 
 Thou  dost  with  sinners  hear ; 
 That  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
 And  all  thy  grace  declare. 
 
 3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  mc, — 
 
 To  every  soul  abound ; 
 A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
 
 4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 
 
 So  plenteous  is  the  store, — 
 Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
 Enough  for  ever  more. 
 
 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. 
 
SECTION    II. 
 
 -      CHRIST. 
 12.  — C.  HE. 
 
 Birth  of  Jesus. 
 
 "While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
 
 All  seated  on  the  ground, 
 The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
 
 And  glory  shone  around. 
 
 2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
 
 Had  seized  their  troubled  mind), 
 "  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
 To  you  and  all  mankind. 
 
 3  "To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
 
 Is  born  of  David's  line, 
 The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
 And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 
 
 4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
 
 To  human  view  display'd, 
 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, 
 And  thus  addrcss'd  their  song : 
 
16  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
 And  to  the  earth  he  peace ; 
 Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men 
 Begin  and  never  cease. 
 
 13 — P.  BE. 
 
 Star  in  the  East. 
 
 Hail  the  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Mediator 
 Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend! 
 Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
 Lo !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 
 Chorus  : 
 Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
 Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
 Star  in  the  east !  the  horizon  adorning, 
 Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
 
 2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dewdrops  are  shining, 
 
 Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
 Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
 Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
 
 Odors  of  Eden  and  off 'rings  divine  ? 
 Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the  ocean, 
 Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 4  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation, 
 
 Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 
 Dearer  to  God  is  the  heart's  adoration, — 
 Richer  by  far  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 14 C.  RE. 
 
 Angelic  joy  at  the  birth  of  Jesus. 
 
 Mortals,  awake !  with  angels  join, 
 And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
 
 Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
 To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
 
CHRIST.  17 
 
 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  were  new, 
 'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 
 
 4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
 
 Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran, 
 
 And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
 
 To  hear  the  news  to  man. 
 
 5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
 
 And  glory  leads  the  song : 
 Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
 Th'  harmonious,  heavenly  throng. 
 
 6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat, — 
 
 "  Glory  to  God  on  high  !  " 
 Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete,  — 
 Jesus  is  bom  to  die. 
 
 15. -C  M. 
 
 Tlie  advent. 
 
 Hark  !  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes, 
 
 The  Saviour  promised  long : 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
 
 And  every  voice  a  song. 
 
 2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 
 
 Exerts  his  sacred  fire ; 
 Wisdom  and  might  and  zeal  and  love, 
 His  holy  breast  inspire. 
 
 3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 
 
 In  Satan's  bondage  held ; 
 The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst,  — 
 The  iron  fetters  yield. 
 2 
 
CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 
 To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 
 And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night, 
 To  pour  celestial  day. 
 
 5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  hind, 
 The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
 And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
 T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
 
 16 — C.  M. 
 
 Coming  and  reign  of  Christ. 
 
 Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ! 
 
 Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
 
 And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
 
 2  Joy  to  the  world,,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
 Let  men  their  tongues  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 
 The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
 The  wonders  of  his  love. 
 
CHRIST.  19 
 
 17 — P.  M. 
 
 The  Name  of  Jesus. 
 
 Review  the  palsied  sinner's  case, 
 
 Who  sought  for  help  in  Jesus : 
 His  friends  conveyed  him  to  the  place, 
 
 Where  he  might  meet  with  Jesus : 
 A  multitude  were  thronging  round, 
 
 To  keep  him  back  from  Jesus ; 
 But  through  the  roof  they  let  him  down, 
 
 Before  the  face  of  Jesus. 
 
 2  Thus  helpless  souls,  by  sins  diseased, 
 
 There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus  : 
 With  more  than  plague  or  palsy  seized, 
 
 O  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 
 0  Saviour  hear  their  mournful  cry, 
 
 And  tell  them  thou  art  Jesus, — 
 
 0  speak  the  word  or  they  must  die, 
 And  bid  farewell  to  Jesus. 
 
 3  Now  let  them  hear  thy  voice  declare, 
 
 Thou  sin-forgiving  Jesus, 
 That  thou  hast  died  to  hear  their  prayer, 
 
 And  give  them  help  in  Jesus. 
 The  great  Physician  now  is.near, — 
 
 The  sympathizing  Jesus ; 
 He  speaks,  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer : 
 
 0  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 
 
 4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
 
 1  now  believe  in  Jesus ; 
 
 1  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name,  — 
 I  love  the  name  of  Jesus : 
 
 And  when  to  that  bright  world  above 
 
 We  rise,  to  see  our  Jesus, 
 We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love, 
 
 The  blessed  name  of  Jesus. 
 
 18.  — li.  M. 
 
 We  love  him,  because  he  first  loved  us. 
 
 Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
 I  could  forever  think  and  sing ; 
 Arise,  ye  needy,  —  he'll  relieve ; 
 Arise,  ye  guilty,  —  he'll  forgive. 
 
20  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given ; 
 Ask,  and  kc  turns  your  hell  to  heaven : 
 Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
 Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 
 3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood ; 
 He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God ; 
 Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
 That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 
 
 4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  —  for  thee  alone 
 
 I  shed  my  tears,  and  make  my  moan; 
 Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
 I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 
 
 5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly ; 
 I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry : 
 
 Ah !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
 Ah !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 
 
 19 — Si.  M. 
 
 Divine  honors  to  the  Son  of  God. 
 
 Let  all  that  breathe  Jehovah's  praise, 
 
 Almighty,  all  creating  Lord ! 
 Let  earth,  and  heaven,  his  power  confess, 
 
 Brought  out  of  nothing,  by  his  word. 
 
 2  He  spake  the  word  and  it  was  done ! 
 
 The  universe  his  voice  obeyed ; 
 His  word  is  his  eternal  Son, 
 And  Christ  the  whole  creation  made. 
 
 3  Jesus,  the  Lord  and  God  most  high, 
 
 Maker  of  all  mankind  and  me ! 
 Me  thou  hast  made  to  glorify, 
 To  know,  and  love,  and  live  to  thee. 
 
 4  Wherefore,  to  thee,  my  heart  I  give ; 
 
 (But  thou  must  first  bestow  the  power), 
 And  if  for  thee  on  earth  I  live, 
 Thee  I  shall  soon  in  heaven  adore. 
 
CHRIST..  21 
 
 SO.  — C.  M. 
 
 \Qcome,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord:  let  us  make  a  joyful  noise  $& 
 the  Rock  of  our  salvation. 
 
 0  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. 
 
 3  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  cancell'd  sin, 
 
 He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 
 His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
 His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
 
 5  He  speaks,- — and,  list'ning  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  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
 Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
 And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 
 
 21.—  P.  M. 
 
 God  hath  given  him  a  name  ichich  is  above  every  name. 
 
 Oh  !  could  I  speak  thy  matchless  worth,  — 
 Oh !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
 
 Which  in  my  Saviour  shine ; 
 I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
 And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 
 
 In  notes  almost  divine. 
 
22  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  I'd  sing  the  character  he  hears, 
 And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 
 
 Exalted  on  his  throne ; 
 In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
 I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 
 
 Make  all  his  glories  known. 
 
 3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
 When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 
 
 And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
 Then,  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend,  — 
 
 Triumphant  in  his  grace. 
 
 22.  — P.  M. 
 
 Jesus,  mighty  to  save, 
 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
 Angels  and  men  be  joined, 
 
 To  celebrate  with  me 
 The  Saviour  of  mankind : 
 
 To  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
 
 And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 
 
 2  Jesus !  transporting  sound ! 
 
 The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven; 
 No  other  help  is  found, 
 
 No  other  name  is  given, 
 By  which  we  can  salvation  have : 
 But  Jesus  came,  the  world  to  save 
 
 3  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
 
 And  is  from  sin  set  free ; 
 Tis  music  in  his  cars, — 
 
 'Tis  life  and  victory. 
 New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
 And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 
 
 4  Stung  by  the  scorpion  sin, 
 
 My  poor,  expiring  soul, 
 The  balmy  sound  drinks  in, 
 
 And  is  at  once  made  whole : 
 See  there,  my  Lord  upon  the  tree ! 
 I  hear,  I  feel  he  died  for  me. 
 
CHRIST.  23 
 
 5  0  unexampled  love ! 
 
 0  all-redeeming  grace ! 
 How  softly  didst  thou  move 
 
 To  save  a  fallen  race. 
 What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
 What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done ! 
 
 23 — C.  M. 
 
 His  name  shall  be  called  Jesus. 
 
 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,  filPd 
 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. 
 
 24.—  P.  M. 
 
 Hove  the  holy  Son  of  God. 
 
 I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God, 
 Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrow  trod, 
 Who  bore  my  sins,  a  dreadful  load, 
 
 On  Calvary's  rugged  mountain. 
 There  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
 The  sport  of  many  an  impious  tongue ; 
 While  pain  extreme  his  nature  rung, 
 
 And  flowed  life's  crimson  fountain. 
 
24  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Oh !  why  did  not  his  fury  "burn, 
 
 And  floods  of  vengeance  on  them  turn  ? 
 Amazing !  see  his  bowels  yearn 
 
 In  soft  compassion  on  them. 
 No  fury  kindles  in  his  eyes, 
 They  beam  with  love, —  and  when  he  dies, 
 "Father,  forgive,"  the  sufferer  cries, 
 
 "  They  know  not,  —  O  forgive  them." 
 
 3  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 
 To  him  who's  done  so  much  for  me ; 
 My  constant  service,  faithful,  free, — 
 
 And  all  my  powers  employing. 
 I  should  my  cross  with  pleasure  hear, 
 And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there, 
 In  his  reproach  most  gladly  share, 
 
 In  tribulation  joying. 
 
 4  And  never  shall  it  be  concealed, 
 He  hath  to  me  his  love  revealed, 
 Of  all  my  sin  a  pardon  sealed,  — 
 
 1  feel  his  blessed  favor. 
 In  him  I  will,  I  do  rejoice ; 
 
 I'll  praise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
 Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs 
 In  heaven  above,  forever. 
 
 35.  — P.  M. 
 
 Hymn  to  Clirist,  the  King, 
 
 Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
 Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
 
 Help  us  to  praise ! 
 Father  all  glorious, 
 O'er  all  victories, 
 Come  and  reign  o'er  us, 
 
 Ancient  of  days. 
 
 2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
 Scatter  our  enemies, 
 
 And  make  them  fall ; 
 Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
 Our  sure  defence  be  made ; 
 Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed ; 
 
 Lord,  hear  our  call ! 
 
CHRIST.  25 
 
 3  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. 
 
 4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
 Thy  sacred  witness  bear 
 
 In  this  glad  hour : 
 Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
 Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
 And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
 
 Spirit  of  power ! 
 
 5  To  the  great  One  and  Three 
 Eternal  praises  be, 
 
 Hence  —  evermore ! 
 His  sovereign  majesty 
 May  we  in  glory  see, 
 And  to  eternity 
 
 Love  and  adore. 
 
 36.  — C.  M. 
 
 Down  in  the  garden. 
 [Tune  No.  2.] 
 
 Dark  was  the  hour,  Gethsemane, 
 
 When  thro'  thy  walks  was  heard 
 The  lowly  man  of  Galilee, 
 
 Still  pleading  with  the  Lord. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 Down  in  the  garden, 
 
 Hear  that  mournful  sound ; 
 There  behold  the  Saviour  weeping, 
 
 Praying  on  the  cold,  damp  ground. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Ad.  lib. 
 
 Jesus  my  Saviour, 
 Bowed  in  agony, 
 'Tis  for  me  thy  tears  are  flowing : 
 Let  me  bow,  and  weep  with  thee. 
 
26  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Alone,  in  sorrow  see  him  bow, 
 
 As  all  our  griefs  he  bears ; 
 Not  words  may  tell  his  anguish  now, 
 But  sweat,  and  blood,  and  tears. 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 3  There  prostrate  on  the  earth  he  lies; 
 
 God's  well-beloved  Son, 
 But  still  the  fainting  Sufferer  cries, 
 
 Father,  thy  will  be  done. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 4  No  earthly  cordial  can  suffice, 
 
 Amidst  the  mortal  grief; 
 But,  lo !  an  angel  from  the  skies, 
 
 Appears  for  his  relief. 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 5  For  me  he  prays,  —  I  hear  him  pray,- 
 
 He  will  my  soul  receive ; 
 Now,  Jesus,  take  my  sins  away,  — 
 
 Now,  Jesus,  I  believe. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 27.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 The  midnight  agony. 
 
 Tis  midnight  —  and  on  Olive's  brow, 
 The  star  is  dimmed,  that  lately  shone ; 
 
 'Tis  midnight  in  the  garden  now, 
 The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 
 
 2  'Tis  midnight,—  and  from  all  removed, 
 
 Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears, 
 E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd. 
 Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 
 
 3  'Tis  midnight, —  and  for  other's  guilt 
 
 The  man  of  sorrow  weeps  in  blood ; 
 Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
 Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 
 
CHKIST.  27 
 
 4  Tis  midnight, —  and  from  ether  plains 
 Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
 Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
 That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 
 
 28 — C.  M. 
 
 Who  gave  himself  for  us  ? 
 
 Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
 
 "We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
 "Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
 
 Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 
 2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 
 
 Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
 He  saw,  and  (O,  amazing  love!), 
 He  flew  to  our  relief. 
 
 3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
 
 With  joyful  haste  he  fled ; 
 Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  0  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. 
 
 29 — C.  M. 
 
 Christ  on  the  Cross. 
 
 Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
 Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree ! 
 
 How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
 To  bleed,  and  die  for  thee ! 
 
28  CHOBAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  shakes, 
 
 And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ; 
 The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, — 
 The  solid  marbles  rend. 
 
 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'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
 
 And  in  full  glory  shine ; 
 0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, — 
 Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 
 
 30.  — C.  M. 
 
 The  crucifixion  and  nature. 
 
 Yonder,  amazing  sight,  I  see 
 
 The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
 Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
 
 And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
 
 2  Behold  the  purple  torrents  run 
 
 Down  from  his  hands  and  head! 
 The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ; 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 
 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud, 
 And  with  the  amazed  centurion  cry, 
 "  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
 
 4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 
 
 May  well  my  hope  revive ; 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
 The  sinner  sure  must  live. 
 
 31 — P.  M. 
 
 Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain. 
 [Tune  No.  3.] 
 
 Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain, 
 
 Long  time  ago ; 
 And  salvation's  healing  fountain, 
 
 Now  freely  flows. 
 
CHRIST.  29 
 
 2  Once  his  voice  in  tones  of  pity, 
 
 Melted  in  woe, 
 
 And  he  wept  o'er  Judah's  city, 
 
 Long  time  ago. 
 
 3  On  his  head  the  dews  of  midnight 
 
 Fell,  long  ago, 
 Now  a  crown  of  dazzling  snnlight 
 Sits  on  his  brow. 
 
 4  Jesus  died,  —  yet  lives  forever, 
 
 No  more  to  die ; 
 Bleeding  Jesus,  blessed  Saviour, 
 Now  reigns  on  high. 
 
 5  Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding 
 
 For  dying  men ; 
 
 Soon  he'll  finish  all  his  pleading, 
 
 And  come  again. 
 
 6  Budding  fig-trees  tell  that  summer 
 
 Dawns  o'er  the  land, 
 
 Signs  portend  that  Jesus'  coming, — 
 
 Draws  near  at  hand. 
 
 7  Children,  let  your  lights  be  burning, 
 
 In  hope  of  heaven ; 
 "Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning 
 At  dawn  or  even. 
 
 8  When  he  comes,  a  voice  from  heaven 
 
 Shall  pierce  the  tomb ; 
 "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,— 
 Children,  come  home." 
 
 32 Y>.  M. 
 
 Mercy'sfree. 
 
 By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying 
 
 On  the  tree,  on  the  tree ; 
 To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
 
 Look  to  me,  look  to  me : 
 He  bids  the  guilty  soul  draw  near, — 
 Repent,  believe,  dismiss  your  fear. 
 Hark,  hark !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 
30  CHOKAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 
 
 Pity  me,  pity  me  ? 
 And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin  ? 
 
 Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
 O  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
 He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ; 
 And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 
 3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 
 
 Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me ; 
 Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken ; 
 
 I  am  free,  I  am  free. 
 Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
 The  Holy  Spirit  I  received ; 
 And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved; 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 
 4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes, — 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
 And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 
 
 Unto  me,  unto  me. 
 None  can  declare  the  bliss  I  prove, 
 "While  through  this  wilderness  I  move ; 
 All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love,  — 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 
 5  Long  as  I  live,  I'll  still  be  crying, 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
 And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying,- 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
 When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
 I'll  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 
 
 Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
 
 33 — Ii.  M. 
 
 Heart-broken  at  the  Cross. 
 
 Extended  on  a  cursed  tree, 
 
 Covered  with  dust,  and  sweat,  and  blood, 
 See  there,  the  King  of  glory  see ! 
 
 Sinks,  and  expires  the  Son  of  God. 
 
CHRIST.  31 
 
 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  I,  I  alone  have  done  the  deed ; 
 
 Tis  I  thy  sacred  flesh  have  torn ; 
 My  sins  have  caused  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed,— 
 Pointed  the  nail,  and  fix'd  the  thorn. 
 
 4  For  me  the  burden  to  sustain 
 
 Too  great,  on  thee,  my  Lord,  was  laid : 
 To  heal  me,  thou  hast  borne  the  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. 
 
 34 — C.  M. 
 
 Christ  dies  for  me. 
 
 Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
 
 And  did  my  Sov'reign  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. 
 
32  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 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. 
 
 35 I..  M. 
 
 The  Jews  and  their  victim. 
 
 Come,  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
 The  dying  sorrows  of  the  Lord, 
 When  he  expired  in  shame  and  blood, 
 Like  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 
 
 2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
 
 And  shook  their  heads,  and  laughed  in  scorn ; 
 "  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave; 
 Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 
 
 3  O  harden'd  people !  cruel  priests ! 
 
 How  they  stood  'round,  like  savage  beasts  1 
 
 Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 
 
 When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 
 
 4  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
 Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 
 By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
 
 And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
 
 5  But,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
 Have  made  his  death  a  blessing  prove. 
 Tho'  once  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 
 Immortal  honors  crown  his  head. 
 
 6  Thro'  Christ,  the  Son,  our  guilt  forgive, 
 And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live ! 
 
 The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
 Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame. 
 
CHRIST.  33 
 
 36 — T..  M. 
 
 Eloi,  eloi,  lama,  sabacthani! 
 
 From  Calvary  a  cry  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  hear,  nor  once  repine ; 
 But  when  Jehovah  veil'd  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  I  might  never  die. 
 
 5  Lord !  on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye : 
 
 If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 
 O,  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry, 
 Melt  and  reclaim  my  wand'ring  soul. 
 
 37.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 My  dying  Saviour  and  my  soul. 
 
 On  Calvary's  cross  the  Saviour  dies ; 
 Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arise ; 
 See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
 Runs  down  the  sacred,  crimson  tide. 
 
 2  But  life  attends  the  mournful  sound, 
 And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound : 
 The  living  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
 To  save  from  death  his  rebel  foes. 
 
 3  And  did  my  Lord  for  sinner's  bleed  ? 
 And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
 No  !  he  withdrew  his  lucid  ray, 
 
 And  darkness  vailed  the  mourning  day. 
 
34  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, — 
 Behold  this  crimson  fountain  flow  ? 
 And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain,  — 
 Insensible  to  love  and  pain  ? 
 
 5  Come,  gracious  Lord,  thy  power  impart, 
 And  melfc  this  cold,  obdurate  heart, 
 Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
 
 In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 
 
 38 — li.  M. 
 
 Truly  this  is  the  Son  of  God. 
 
 Behold  !  the  blind  their  sight  receiver 
 Behold !  the  dead  awake  and  live; 
 The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
 Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 
 
 2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
 And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son : 
 The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
 While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 
 
 3  He  dies ;  —  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood;. 
 He  rises,  and  appears  a  God ; 
 
 Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
 No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 
 
 4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  heart, 
 I  bid  my  doubts,  and  fears  depart ; 
 And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
 "Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 
 
 39 — s.  in. 
 
 Christ's  condescending  love  to  me. 
 
 When  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
 And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 
 
 When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
 To  her  eternal  rest  ? 
 
CHRIST.  85 
 
 2  Ah !  what  avail  my  strife, — 
 
 My  wand'ring  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  thy  fa<n, 
 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. 
 
 5  To  rescue  me  from  woe, 
 
 Thou  didst  with  all  things  pait; 
 Didst  lead  a  suff'ring  life  below, 
 To  gain  my  worthless  heart. 
 
 6  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 
 
 The  God  of  all  that  breathe 
 "Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man, 
 And  died  a  cursed  death. 
 
 40.  — li.  M. 
 
 lam  crucified  with  CJirist. 
 
 "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  please  me  most, 
 I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 
 
 3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet^ 
 
 Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
 Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
 Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
 
36  CHOTIAL    ECHOES. 
 
 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. 
 
 41.- P.M. 
 
 O  they  crucified  my  Saviour. 
 [Tune  No.  4.] 
 
 0  they  crucified  my  Saviour, 
 They  crucified  my  Saviour ; 
 
 But  he  rose,  he  rose, 
 He  rose  he  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 
 
 2  One  Joseph  begged  his  body, 
 
 And  he  laid  it  in  the  tomb ; 
 But  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 3  Two  men  in  shining  garments, 
 
 Came  aud  rolled  away  the  stone ; 
 And  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 4  Then  the  earth  began  to  tremble, 
 
 And  the  Roman  Soldiers  fell ; 
 As  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 5  Poor  Mary !  she  came  mourning, 
 
 But  she  could  not  find  her  Lord ; 
 For  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 6  "  Pray  tell  me  where  you've  laid  him, 
 
 For  he's  missing  from  the  tomb  ? " 
 Ah !  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 7  Go  tell  to  John  and  Peter, 
 
 That  their  Jesus  lives  again ; 
 For  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 8  Go  preach  to  every  nation, 
 
 And  tell  to  dying  men ; 
 That  he  rose,  &c. 
 
 9  But  he'll  surely  come  again, 
 
 With  ten  thousand  of  his  saints ; 
 Then  we'll  rise,  we'll  go  to  heaven,  &c. 
 
CHRIST.  37 
 
 42 -P.  M. 
 
 The  just  for  the  unjust. 
 O  sacred  Head,  once  wounded, 
 
 "With  grief  and  pain  weighed  down, 
 How  scornfully  surrounded 
 
 With  thorns,  thy  only  crown ! 
 0  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 
 
 What  bliss,  till  now,  was  thine : 
 Yet,  tho'  despised  and  gory, 
 
 I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 
 
 2  How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 
 
 With  sore  abuse  and  scorn  ? 
 How  doth  that  visage  languish, 
 
 Which  once  was  bright  as  morn  ? 
 Thy  grief  and  deep  compassion 
 
 Were  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
 'Twas  mine,  the  vile  transgression, 
 
 'Twas  thine,  the  deadly  pain. 
 
 3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 
 
 To  praise  thee,  heavenly  Friend, 
 For  this,  thy  dying  sorrow ;  — 
 
 Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
 Lord,  make  me  thine,  forever, 
 
 Nor  let  me  faithless  prove : 
 O,  let  me  never,  never 
 
 Abuse  such  dying  love ! 
 
 43.  — li.  M. 
 
 Death,  resurrection,  ascension. 
 
 He  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
 
 Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 
 A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
 
 A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground : 
 Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
 
 For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load ; 
 He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, — 
 
 A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 
 
 2  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. 
 
38  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 
 
 (In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise;) 
 Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
 
 And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 
 
 3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
 
 How  high  your  great  Deliv'rer  reigns ; 
 Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
 
 And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains : 
 Say,  live  forever,  wondrous  King ! 
 
 Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save ; 
 Then  ask  the  monster,  V/here's  thy  sting  } 
 
 And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave. 
 
 44.  — P.  M. 
 
 Angelic  joy  at  the  resurrection. 
 
 Yes,  the  Redeemer  lives, 
 The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
 
 And,  o'er  our  hellish  foes, 
 High  raised  his  conquering  head : 
 
 In  sore  dismay,  the  guards  around, 
 
 Fall  to  the  ground,  and  sink  away. 
 
 2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
 
 In  full  assembly  meet, 
 To  wait  his  high  commands, 
 
 And  worship  at  his  feet : 
 Joyful  they  come  and  wing  their  way, 
 From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 
 
 3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
 
 The  joyful  news  to  bear : 
 Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
 
 What  music  fills  the  air ! 
 Their  anthems  say,  "  Jesus,  who  bled, 
 Hath  left  the  dead,  he  rose  to-day." 
 
 4  Ye  mortals  catch  the  sound, — 
 
 Redeemed  by  him,  from  hell ; 
 And  send  the  echo  round 
 
 The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
 Transported,  cry,  "  Jesus,  who  bled, 
 Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 
 
CHRIST.  39 
 
 5  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord ! 
 
 "Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood ; 
 "Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 
 
 Thou  rising,  reigning  God ! 
 With  thee  Ave  rise,  with  rbce  Ave  reign, 
 And  empires  gain  beyond  the  sides. 
 
 45. -I,.  M. 
 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  O,  ye  gates. 
 
 Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
 
 Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
 The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, — 
 
 Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky : 
 There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ;  — 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 
 
 Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 
 
 2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
 
 And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene ; 
 He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right; 
 
 Receive  the  King  of  glory  in ! 
 Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?    Who  ? 
 
 The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame ;  — 
 The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew;  — 
 
 And  Jesus  is  the  Conqu'rer's  name. 
 
 3  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ;  — 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 
 
 Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 
 Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?    Who  ? 
 
 The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possess'd ;  — 
 The  King  of  saints,  and  angels  too ;  — 
 
 God  over  all,  forever  blest ! 
 
 46. -P.  M. 
 
 Ouilrisen  Lord. 
 
 How  sweet  in  the  musings  of  faith,  to  repair 
 To  the  garden  where  Mary  delighted  to  rove ; 
 
 To  sit  by  the  tomb,  where  she  breathed  her  fond  prayer, 
 And  paid  her  sad  tribute  of  sorrow  and  love ; 
 
40  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 To  see  the  bright  beam  which  disperses  hei'  fear, 
 As  the  Lord  of  the  soul  breaks  the  bars  of  the  prison, 
 
 And  the  voice  of  the  angel  salutes  her  glad  ear, 
 The  Lord  is  a  captive  no  more !  —  "  He  is  risen ! " 
 
 2  0,  Saviour !  as  oft  as  our  footsteps  we  bend, 
 
 In  penitent  sadness,  to  weep  at  thy  grave, 
 On  the  wings  of  thy  greatness,  in  pity  descend : 
 
 Be  ready  to  comfort,  and  "mighty  to  save." 
 We  shrink  not  from  scenes  of  desertion  and  woe, 
 
 If  there  we  may  meet  with  the  Lord  of  our  love ; 
 Contented,  with  Mary,  to  sorrow  below, 
 
 If,  with  her,  we  may  drink  at  thy  fountain  above, 
 
 47.-78. 
 
 The  Redeemer's  triumph. 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away ! 
 
 Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
 See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 
 2  Shout,  ye  seraphs !  Gabriel,  raise 
 
 Thine  eternal  trump  of  praise ; 
 Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
 Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 
 
 3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
 
 See  the  conqu'rer  mount  the  skies ; 
 Troops  of  angels  on  the  road, 
 Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 
 
 4  Heaven  unfolds  her  portals  wide : 
 
 Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride ; 
 King  of  glory  mount  thy  throne, 
 Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 
 
 5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
 
 Praise  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
 Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
 From  ten  thousand,  thousand  tongues. 
 
 6  Let  Immanuel  be  adored ; 
 
 Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord : 
 To  creation's  utmost  bound, 
 Let  th'  immortal  praise  resound. 
 
CHRIST.  41 
 
 48.  — C.  M. 
 
 The  Coronation. 
 
 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
 
 Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
 Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
 
 Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
 Hail  him  who  saved  you  by  his  grace, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
 
 The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
 Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  ail. 
 
 4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
 
 On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
 To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 5  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
 
 We  at  his  feet  may  fall. 
 "We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 49.  — C.  HI. 
 
 Our  sympathizing  High  Priest, 
 
 "With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
 
 Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
 His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
 
 His  bowels  yearn  with  love. 
 
 2  Touch'd  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, 
 
 Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 
 And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
 What  every  member  bears. 
 
42  CHORAL'  ECHOES. 
 
 4  He'll  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  deliv'ring  grace 
 In  every  trying  hour. 
 
SECTION   III, 
 
 THE    GOSPEL. 
 
 50. -C.  M. 
 
 Nature  conquered  by  grace. 
 
 Fountain-  of  life,  to  all  below- 
 Let  thy  salvation  roll ; 
 
 "Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 
 Every  believing  soul. 
 
 2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 
 
 Us,  weary  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. 
 
44  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 si.— r,.  at. 
 
 The  river  of  life. 
 
 Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love ! 
 Thou  wat'rest  all  the  Avorlds  above ; 
 And  all  the  joys  which  mortals  know, 
 From  thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 
 
 2  A  sacred  spring  at  thy  command, 
 From  Zion's  mount,  in  Canaan's  land, 
 Beside  thy  temple  cleaves  the  ground, 
 And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 
 
 3  Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair, 
 The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear ; 
 Their  blossoms,  fragrant  odors  give, 
 And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 
 
 4  Flow,  wond'rous  stream !  with  glory  crown'd, 
 Flow  on  to  the  earth's  remotest  bound ; 
 
 And  bear  us  on  thy  gentle  wave, 
 To  Hhn  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 
 
 52 — s.  m. 
 
 By  grace  are  ye  saved. 
 
 Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
 
 Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
 Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
 
 And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
 
 2  Grace  first  contrived  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. 
 
THE    GOSPEL.  45 
 
 53.  — C.  M. 
 
 Efficacy  of  the  atoning  blood. 
 
 There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
 
 Drawn  from  Immanucl's  veins ; 
 And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
 
 Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
 
 2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
 
 That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
 And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
 Wash  all  my  sins  away. 
 
 3  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
 
 Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
 Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God. 
 Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
 
 4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
 Tby  flowing  wounds  supply, 
 Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
 And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 
 
 5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
 I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
 When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
 Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
 
 54 — Ii.  M. 
 
 All  things  are  now  ready. 
 
 Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word ; 
 Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord : 
 Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
 All  things  are  ready,  —  come  away. 
 
 2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
 And  kiss  his  late-returning  son ; 
 Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 
 
46  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
 Just  now  the  stony  to  remove ; 
 T'  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  then*  shining  host ; 
 All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound,  — 
 The  dead's  alive !  the  lost  is  found ! 
 
SECTION   IV 
 
 WARNING. 
 
 55.  — P.  M. 
 
 0  careless  sinner  come. 
 [Tune  No.  5.] 
 
 0  careless  sinner  come,  pray  now  attend ; 
 
 This  world  is  not  your  home,  it  soon  will  end : 
 Jehovah  calls  aloud,  forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd; 
 Pursue  the  road  to  God, 
 
 And  happy  be. 
 
 2  No  happiness  you'll  find,  while  thus  you  go ; 
 No  quiet  for  your  mind,  but  fear  and  woe 
 Attend  you  every  day,  while  far  from  God  you  stray ; 
 0  sinners  come  away, 
 
 And  happy  be. 
 
 8  Nor  do  I  call  alone ;  the  Saviour,  too, 
 "With  every  dying  groan,  cries  bid  adieu 
 To  sin  and  folly  now ;  and  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
 And  learn  of  Jesus  how 
 
 To  live  anew. 
 
 4  But,  if  you  will  not  come,  down,  down  you'll  go, 
 To  your  eternal  doom  of  pain  and  woe : 
 Alas,  how  can  you  slight  the  rays  of  gospel  light, 
 And  sink  in  endless  night, 
 
 Where  sorrow  reigns  ? 
 
48  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  I  bid  you  all  farewell,  with  aching  heart, 
 
 And  full  of  sorrow,  tell  that  we  must  part ; 
 While  on  to  heaven  we  go,  and  you  are  bound  to  woe ; 
 Alas !  it  must  be  so, 
 
 If  you  rebel. 
 
 6  I  look  on  you  again,  and  hoping  say, 
 
 Why  wont  you  leave  your  sin,  and  come  away 
 From  Satan's  cruel  power,  to  life  for  evermore ; 
 And  bless  the  joyful  hour 
 
 When  heaven  began. 
 
 7  All  hail !  we  welcome  then  your  happy  flight 
 
 From  Kedar's  tents  of  sin,  to  glory  bright : 
 We'll  bid  the  world  adieu,  and  travel  on  with  you, 
 And  endless  joys  pursue, 
 
 Till  all  are  ours. 
 
 56. -C.  M. 
 
 Warnings  on  every  side. 
 
 Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head, 
 
 Is  equal  warning  given ; 
 Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, — 
 
 Above  us  is  the  heaven. 
 
 2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 
 
 And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
 Each  season  hath  its  own  disease,— 
 Its  perils  every  hour. 
 
 3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
 
 Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
 And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
 On  manhood's  middle  day. 
 
 4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
 
 Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb ; 
 And  shall  earth  still  our  hearts  engage, 
 And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 
 
 5  Turn,  mortal,  turn;  thy  danger  know: 
 
 Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
 The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
 And  warns  thee  by  her  dead. 
 
WARNING.  49 
 
 Turn,  mortal,  turn ;  thy  soul  apply- 
 To  truths  divinely  given : 
 
 The  dead  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
 Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven. 
 
 sr.  - 1».  m. 
 
 Boast  not  thyself  of  to-morrow. 
 
 Bastex,  sinner,  to  he  wise  ! 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
 "Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
 
 Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 
 
 2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore ! 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
 Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
 Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
 
 3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return! 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
 Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
 Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 
 
 4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ! 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
 Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
 Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 
 
 58 — C.  OT. 
 
 Awake,  thou  that  sleepest. 
 
 Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 
 Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
 
 Accept  the  grateful  sacrifice 
 Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 
 
 2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
 
 And  think  ourselves  sincere : 
 But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
 Thy  real  worshipper  ? 
 
 3  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 
 
 Nor  feels  his  need  of  thee, — 
 A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
 His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 
 4 
 
50  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Convince  him  now  of  nnbelief ; 
 
 His  dcsp'rate  state  explain ; 
 And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
 And  penitential  pain. 
 
 5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
 
 And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ; 
 And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
 The  death  that  never  dies. 
 
 59 P.  M. 
 
 And  ye  mourn  at  the  last. 
 
 Harkest  ye  sprightly,  and  attend  ye  vain  ones, 
 Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider, 
 Learn  from  a  friend's  pen,  truths  that  are  most  painful, 
 A  sick-bed  reflection. 
 
 2  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  moments, 
 Fondly  my  heart  said,  joy  shall  last  forever, 
 But  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments, 
 
 But  by  permission. 
 
 3  Sudden  and  awful,  from  the  height  of  pleasure, 
 By  pain  and  sickness  thrown  upon  a  death-bed; 
 Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 
 
 Raging  disorder. 
 
 4  Kindest  attention  of  my  friends  most  humane, 
 With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  physician, 
 All  skill  is  baffled,  while  distress  and  anguish 
 
 Torture  my  whole  frame. 
 
 5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are  fruitless, 
 Changing  my  place  does  not  abate  my  fever ; 
 Here  like  a  reptile,  on  a  bed  of  embers, 
 
 Tortured  I  languish. 
 
 6  Twenty-five  years  I've  spent  without  consid'ring 
 Man  was  but  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment ; 
 Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  arrow, 
 
 Quick  to  dispel  it. 
 
WARNING.  51 
 
 7  Oft  have  I  listened  while  death-bells  were  tolling, 
 Seen  the  graves  open,  with  spectators  mourning, 
 But  for  myself  was,  spite  of  all  these  warnings, 
 
 Long  life  expecting. 
 
 8  Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  rejected, 
 
 In  my  gay  moments  thoughts  of  death  I've  banished, 
 When  grown  gray-headed,  I  have  oft  resolved, 
 Death  to  prepare  for. 
 
 9  Time  in  advance  seemed  to  me  moving  slowly, 
 Days  without  number  I  proposed  for  pleasure, 
 But  they  are  blasted !  Now  behold  the  end  of 
 
 Procrastination ! 
 
 10  Tortured  in  body,  not  a  limb  escapes  it, 
 No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer, 
 All  is  disorder !  yet  my  state  eternal 
 
 Now  is  depending. 
 
 11  Now  ghastly  death !  pray  stop  one  moment  longer, 
 Till  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions ! 
 
 No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation, 
 Shun  my  example. 
 
 60.  — 1».  M. 
 
 Behold  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock. 
 
 In  the  silent  midnight  watches, 
 
 List  thy  bosom's  door ! 
 How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 
 
 Knocketh  ever  more ! 
 Say  not  'tis  thy  pulses  beating, 
 
 'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin ; 
 "Where  thy  Saviour  stands  entreating 
 
 "  Rise  and  let  me  in." 
 
 2  Death  comes  down  with  reckless  footsteps, 
 To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
 Think  you  he  will  tarry  knocking, 
 When  the  door  is  shut  ? 
 
52  CHOKAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth, 
 
 But  the  door  is  fast ; 
 Grieved  aAvay  thy  Saviour  gocth, 
 
 Death  breaks  iu  at  last. 
 
 3  Soon  -thy  soul  shall  stand  entreating 
 
 Christ  to  let  thee  in  ; 
 At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating, 
 
 Wailing  for  thy  sin ! 
 Nay,  alas !  thou  guilty  creature ! 
 
 Hast  thou  then  forgot  ? 
 Jesus  waited  loug  to  know  thee, 
 
 Now  he  knows  thee  not. 
 
 61.— 1<.  M. 
 
 Uemember  noio  thy  Creator  in  the  days  of  thy  youth 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 Remember  your  Creator,  God ; 
 Behold !  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
 "When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone." 
 
 2  Behold !  the  aged  sinner  goes 
 Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 
 
 3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 
 The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
 Ascends  to  God  —  not  there  to  dwell,  — 
 But  hears  her  doom  and  sinks  to  hell. 
 
 4  Eternal  King !  I  fear  thy  name ; 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
 And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
 Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 
 
 62.  —  E».  M. 
 
 Grieve  not  the  Spirit. 
 
 [Tune  No.  8.] 
 
 In  life's  early  morn,  when  my  Bible  was  dear, 
 A  voice  from  its  pages  oft  breathed  in  my  ear; 
 Oh  grieve  not  the  Spirit ,  Oh  grieve  not  the  Spirit; 
 The  Spirit  of  love. 
 
WARNING.  53 
 
 2  Of  my  mother  I  asked,  as  I  knelt  at  her  kuee 
 To  say  my  sweet  prayer;  what  teas  whispering  to  me? 
 She  answered,  the  Spirit,  the  blest  Holy  Spirit ; 
 Oh  grieve  not  his  love. 
 
 8  "When  I  mused  all  alone,  and  gray  twilight  was  nigh, 
 While  the  bright  streams  of  childhood  went  murmur- 
 ing by ; 
 A  voice  warned  me  heavenward — the  voice  of  the  Spirit; 
 The  Spirit  of  love. 
 
 4  Then  youth  with  its  snares  did  my  footsteps  entwine, 
 And  I  hardened  my  heart  to  that  impulse  divine ; 
 Repent,  cried  the  Spirit,  the  heart  searching  Spirit; 
 
 The  Spirit  of  1ovg> 
 
 5  But  years  fled  apace,  and  with  sin  I  grew  wild ; 
 
 For  the  world  and  its  tempters  my  conscience  defiled; 
 And  I  slighted  the  Spirit,  the  pitying  Spirit; 
 The  Spirit  of  love. 
 
 63.  — P.  M. 
 
 Wliy  icill ye  die? 
 
 Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
 God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
 God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
 Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
 He  the  fatal  cause  demands ; 
 Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands,  — 
 Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
 "Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 
 
 2  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
 God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ? 
 He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
 Died  himself,  that  you  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, 
 Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
 
54  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 "Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
 Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
 O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
 "Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 
 
 4  Dead  already,  dead  within, 
 Spiritually  dead  in  sin ; 
 Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe; 
 Pant  you  after  second  death  ? 
 "Will  you  still  in  sin  remain 
 Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
 O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
 "Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 
 
 64 — CM. 
 
 When  pity  prompts  me. 
 
 "When  pity  prompts  me  to  look  round 
 
 Upon  my  fellow  clay, 
 See  men  reject  the  Gospel  sound. 
 
 O  God !  what  shall  I  say  ? 
 
 2  My  bowels  yearn  for  dying  men, 
 
 Doomed  to  eternal  woe ; 
 Fain  would  I  speak,  but  'tis  in  vain, 
 If  God  does  not  speak  too. 
 
 3  O  sinner,  sinner,  won't  you  hear, 
 
 When  in  God's  name  I  come  ? 
 Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 
 Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom. 
 
 4  Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 
 
 O  sinners,  come  away ! 
 The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
 Arise,  without  delay. 
 
 5  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 
 
 But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 
 Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again 
 When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 
 
WARNING.  55 
 
 65 P.  M. 
 
 Solemn  learning  to  youtli. 
 
 Young  people  all,  attention  give, 
 
 While  I  address  yon  in  God's  name ; 
 You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 
 
 Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
 I've  sought  for  bli.-s  in  glitt'ring  toys, 
 
 And  ranged  th'  alluring  scenes  of  vice ; 
 But  never  knew  substantial  joys, 
 
 Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 
 
 2  He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
 
 And  took  my  load  of  guilt  away ; 
 He  gave  me  pardon,  peace,  and  heaven, 
 
 And  thus  I  found  the  heavenly  way. 
 And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view 
 
 The  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet ; 
 For  death  eternal  waits  for  you 
 
 Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 
 
 3  Youth,  like  the  Spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 
 
 By  fleeting  time  or  conquering  death ; 
 Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
 
 And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 
 Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 
 
 Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose ; 
 The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding-sheet 
 
 Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 
 
 4  Ye  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll, 
 
 The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed, 
 Where  silence  reigns,  and  vapors  roll 
 
 In  solemn  darkness  round  your  head. 
 Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 
 
 And  with  a  sigh  pass  slow  along ; 
 Still  gazing  on  the  spues  of  grass, 
 
 With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 
 
 5  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms, 
 
 Where  vengeance  reigns,  and  billows  roar 
 And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 
 When  thousand,  thousand  years  arc  o'er. 
 
56  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Sunk  in  the  shades  of  endless  night, 
 To  groan  and  howl  in  endless  pain, 
 
 And  never  more  behold  the  light, — 
 And  never,  never,  rise  again. 
 
 6  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 
 
 Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse ; 
 And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 
 
 The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
 Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
 
 No  longer  fight  against  your  God, 
 But  with  the  gospel  now  comply, 
 
 And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward, 
 
 66.  — I,.  M. 
 
 PreswnjJtuous  sins. 
 
 Sinner,  Oh,  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 
 
 "Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ? 
 Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, — 
 
 Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly ! 
 
 2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
 
 Urged  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams  ? 
 Madiy  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 
 And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 
 
 3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains ; 
 
 And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
 The  glories  of  his  dying  pains ! 
 For  ever  telling,  yet  untold. 
 
 67. -C.  M. 
 
 There  is  no  peace,  saith  my  God,  to  the  wicked, 
 
 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. 
 
WARNING.  57 
 
 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  who  seek  his  face. 
 
 6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
 
 Renouncing  every  sin ; 
 Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
 And  learn  his  will  divine. 
 
 G§ — CM. 
 
 For  it  is  time  to  seek  the  Lord. 
 
 Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
 
 No  longer  dare  delay ; 
 The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate,  dies, 
 
 And  meets  a  fiery  day. 
 
 2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
 
 O'er-looks  the  crimes  of  men; 
 His  heralds  arc  despatched  abroad, 
 To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 
 
 3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 
 
 And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
 Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
 Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
 
 4  Bow  'ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 
 
 And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
 For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 
 And  turns  to  vengeance  t/iere. 
 
58  CHOUAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  Amazing  love  that  yet  will  call, 
 And  yet  prolong  our  days ! 
 Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall 
 And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
 
 69 — Ii.  M. 
 
 The  brevity  of  probation. 
 
 "While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
 
 Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given ; 
 But  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night 
 
 Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 
 
 2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 
 
 How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
 Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
 "While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 
 
 3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
 
 Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave,— 
 Before  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. 
 
 5  Now  God  invites ;  how  blest  the  day ! 
 
 How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
 Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
 "While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found ! 
 
 70.  —  P.  M. 
 
 When  the  harvest  is  past. 
 [Tune  No.  9.] 
 
 When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone, 
 And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er,  — 
 
 When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  blest  Sabbath 
 morn, 
 And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more, — 
 
WAENING.  59 
 
 2.  "When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall  blow, 
 The  gospel  no  message  declare, 
 Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings  of  woe, 
 How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ? 
 
 3  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of  peace, 
 
 To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above,  — 
 When  their  harmony  wakes,  in  the  fulness  of  bliss, 
 Their  song  to  the  Saviour  of  love,  — 
 
 4  Say,  O  sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 
 
 Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
 Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 
 Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom  ? 
 
 71. -P.  M. 
 
 The  road  to  ruin. 
 
 While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
 And  veil  their  faces  with  their  wings, 
 Each  saint  on  earth  to  Jesus  sings, 
 And  joins  to  praise  the  King  of  Kings, 
 Who  saves  lost  souls  from  ruin. 
 
 2  But  sinners  fond  of  earthly  toys, 
 Mock  and  deride,  while  saints  rejoice : 
 They  shut  their  ears  at  Jesus'  voice, 
 And  make  the  world  and  sin  their  choice, 
 
 And  force  then  way  to  ruin. 
 
 3  God's  sen-ants  warn  them  night  and  day, 
 For  them  the  Christians  weep  and  pray, 
 But  sinners  laugh  and  turn  away, 
 
 And  join  the  wicked,  lewd,  and  gay. 
 Who  throng  the  road  to  ruin. 
 
 4  Oft-times  in  visions  of  the  night, 
 God  doth  then  guilty  souls  affright ; 
 They  tremble  at  the  awful  sight, 
 But  still  again  with  morning  "light, 
 
 Pursue  the  road  to  ruin. 
 
60  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  Sometimes  by  preaching,  sinners  see 
 They  're  doomed  to  hell  and  misery. 
 To  turn  to  God  they  then  agree, 
 But  soon  their  wicked  company 
 Allures  them  back  to  ruin. 
 
 6  At  length,  when  nothing  else  will  do, 
 Afflictions  do  their  danger  show, 
 And  bring  the  haughty  sinner  low, 
 Then  he  '11  repent,  and  pray,  and  vow; 
 
 But  turn  again  to  ruin. 
 
 7  When  every  means  is  tried  in  vain, 
 No  more  the  Spirit  strives  with  men ; 
 But  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
 Death  strikes  the  blow,  the  sinner 's  slain, 
 
 And  sinks  to  endless  ruin. 
 
 8  Oh,  sinner,  turn !  long  time  you  've  stood 
 Opposed  to  truth  and  all  that 's  good ; 
 You  may  be  saved  through  Jesus'  blood  j 
 Lay  down  your  arms,  —  submit  to  God, 
 
 And  thus  escape  from  ruin. 
 
 9  O,  sinner,  neighbor,  friend,  or  foe, 
 The  terrors  of  the  Lord  we  know ; 
 Pray  tell  us,  friends,  what  will  you  do  ? 
 We  can't  consent  to  let  you  go 
 
 Down  to  eternal  ruin. 
 
 72 — L.  M. 
 
 The  wheat  and  tares. 
 [Tune  No.  10.] 
 Tho'  in  the  outward  church  below, 
 The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow, 
 Angels  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
 And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
 And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 
 
 2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
 To  recollect  their  stations  here  ? 
 How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
 How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew  ? 
 Chorus : — 
 
WARNING.  61 
 
 3  Oh,  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
 
 T'  have  perished  'midst  the  means  of  grace : 
 To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
 Became  an  instrument  of  death. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  "We  seem  alike,  when  thus  we  meet, — 
 Sti angers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
 But,  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
 Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends,— 
 Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
 Others,  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
 Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfill. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
 His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 
 
 In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
 The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 7  Most  awful  thought !  and  is  it  so  ? 
 Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 
 Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 
 
 Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare ! 
 Chorus: — 
 
 73. -C.  M. 
 
 Thoughts  on  the  impenitent  dead. 
 
 My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
 
 Damnation  and  the  dead; 
 What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul, 
 
 Upon  the  dying  bed. 
 
 2  Lingering  about  these  mortal  shores, 
 She  makes  a  long  delay ; 
 Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
 Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 
 
62  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 
 
 Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
 
 Amongst  abominable  fiends, 
 
 Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 
 
 4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 
 
 And  darkness  makes  their  chains ; 
 Tortured  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 
 Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 
 
 4  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 
 For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
 Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
 Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
 
 6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 
 Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
 Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  death, 
 And  well  insured  his  love. 
 
 74. -S.  M. 
 
 The  yearnings  and  destiny  of  the  human  soul. 
 
 Oh,  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  sigh ; 
 'T  is  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 : 
 Oh !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
 Around  the  second  death. 
 
WARNING.  63 
 
 5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
 
 Teach  us  that  death  to  shun ; 
 Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
 And  evermore  undone. 
 
 6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest, — 
 
 Alone  are  found  in  thee 
 The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 
 Of  immortality. 
 
 75.—  C.  HI. 
 
 The  feast  and  the  stranger. 
 
 I  saw  a  wide  and  well-spread  board, 
 
 And  children  young  and  fair, 
 Came  one  by  one,  the  eldest  first, 
 
 And  took  their  stations  there. 
 All  neatly  clad,  and  beautiful, 
 
 And  with  familiar  tread 
 They  gather'd  round  with  joy  to  feast 
 
 On  meats  and  snow-white  bread. 
 
 2  Beside  the  board  the  father  sat, 
 
 A  smile  his  features  wore 
 As  on  the  little  group  he  gazed, 
 
 And  told  their  portions  o'er. 
 A  meagre  form,  arrayed  in  rags, 
 
 Anear  the  threshold  stood, 
 A  half-starved  child  had  wandered  there 
 
 To  beg  a  little  food. 
 
 3  Said  one :  —  "Why  standest  here  my  dear  ? 
 
 See,  there's  a  vacant  seat 
 Amid  the  children, —  and  enough 
 
 For  them  and  thee  to  eat." 
 "Alas,  for  me ! "  the  child  replied, 
 
 In  tones  of  deep  despair : 
 "No  right  have  I  amid  your  group,— 
 
 I  have  no  father  there." 
 
 4  Oh  hour  of  fate !  when  from  the  skies, 
 
 With  notes  of  deepest  dread, 
 
 The  far-resounding  trump  of  God 
 
 Shall  summon  forth  the  dead. 
 
64  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 What  countless  hosts  shall  stand  without 
 The  heavenly  threshold  fair, 
 
 And  gazing  on  the  blest,  exclaim, 
 "  I  have  no  father  there." 
 
 76 P.  M. 
 
 Go  watch  and  pray. 
 [Tuxe  No.  11.] 
 
 Go  watch  and  pray ;  thou  canst  not  tell 
 
 How  near  thine  hour  may  be ; 
 Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 
 
 May  toll  its  notes  for  thee ; 
 Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way; 
 Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 
 
 Does  thj'-  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 
 Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 
 
 Dilate  before  thine  eye  ? 
 Soon  these  must  change,  must  pass  away: 
 Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 
 
 3  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath; 
 
 Pride,  sink  thy  "lifted  eye: 
 Behold  the  caverns,  dark  with  death, 
 '    Before  you  open  lie ! 
 The  heavenly  warning  now  obey ; 
 Ye  sons  of  pride,  go  watch  and  pray. 
 
 4  Thou  aged  man !  life's  wintry  storm 
 
 Hath  seared  thy  vernal  bloom : 
 "With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 
 
 Thou  'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb ; 
 And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  ? 
 Go,  weary  pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 
 
 77 li.  M. 
 
 Straight  is  the  gate. 
 
 Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
 And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
 
 But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
 
WARNING.  65 
 
 2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 
 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
 Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
 If  she  would  gain  the  heavenly  land. 
 
 3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
 
 And  Avalks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
 •Shall  be  esteemed  no  more  a  saint, 
 And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain : 
 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
 "Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain 
 Which  false  professors  never  knew. 
 
 78 — P.  M. 
 
 Be  in  time. 
 
 The  voice  of  wisdom  hear, 
 
 Be  in  time,  be  in  time ; 
 The  voice  of  wisdom  hear,  be  in  time. 
 
 To  give  up  every  sin, 
 
 In  earnest  now  begin, 
 
 For  the  night  will  soon  set  in, 
 Be  in  time,  be  in  time, 
 For  the  night  will  soon  set  in,  be  in  time. 
 
 2  Ye  aged  sinners  hear, 
 
 Be  in  time,  be  in  time, 
 Your  time  is  waning  fast, 
 Your  die  will  soon  be  cast, 
 Ye  aged  men  make  haste. 
 
 3  Ye  who  are  young  in  years, 
 
 Be  in  time,  be  in  time, 
 You  think  3'ou  are  in  bloom, 
 You  are  thoughtless  of  the  tomb, 
 But  soon  your  day  will  come. 
 
 4  Backslider  dost  thou  hear, 
 
 Be  in  time,  be  in  time, 
 Your  sinful  course  forsake, 
 And  yourself  to  prayer  betake, 
 Your  deathless  soul's  at  stake. 
 5 
 
66  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  0 !  should  the  door  be  shut 
 
 When  you  come,  when  you  come, 
 Should  God  in  thunder  say, 
 "  Depart  from  me  away," 
 'Twill  be  too  late  to  pray, 
 "When  you  come,  when  you  come. 
 
 79.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  warning. 
 
 [Tune  No.  12.] 
 
 Ah,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression, 
 What  shall  thy  doom  be,  when,  arrayed  in  terror, 
 God  shall  command  thee,  covered  with  pollution, 
 Up  to  the  judgment  ?    Up  to  the  judgment  ? 
 
 2  Wilt  thou  escape  from  his  omniscient  notice, 
 Fly  to  the  caverns,  seek  annihilation  ? 
 
 Vain  thy  presumption ;  justice  still  shall  triumph 
 In  thy  destruction. 
 
 3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and  ponder, 
 Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Judge,  in  vengeance, 
 Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 
 
 Swift  to  perdition. 
 
 4  Oft  has  he  called  thee,  but  thou  wouldst  not  hear  him; 
 Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been  slighted; 
 
 Yet  he  is  gracious,  and,  with  arms  extended, 
 Waits  to  embrace  thee. 
 
 5  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  moment, 
 Just  as  3rou  are,  but  come  with  heart  relenting, 
 Come  to  the  fountain,  open  for  the  guilty ; 
 
 Jesus  invites  you. 
 
 6  But,  if  you  trifle  with  his  gracious  message, 
 Cleave  to  the  world,  and  love  its  guilty  pleasures, 
 Mercy,  grown  weary,  shall  in  righteous  judgment, 
 
 Leave  you  for  ever. 
 
SECTION  V. 
 
 INVITATIONS. 
 
 SO.  —  P.  M. 
 
 The  penitent  encouraged. 
 
 Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, — 
 Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
 
 Here  bring  yonr  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish  j 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 
 
 2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
 
 Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ; 
 Here  speaks  the  comforter,  tenderly  saying, — 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 
 
 3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life,  see  waters  flowing 
 
 Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 
 Come  to  the  feast  of  love,  cduic,  ever  knowing 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 
 
 81.  —  Ii.  M. 
 
 Just  as  thou  art. 
 
 Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 
 Of  love  or  joy  or  inward  grace, 
 Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place,— 
 0  guilty  sinner !  come,  O  come. 
 
 2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
 The  stripes  thy  due,  were  laid  on  me, 
 That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free : 
 O  wretched  sinner !  come,  0  come. 
 
68  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross ; 
 Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross ; 
 My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss : 
 
 O  needy  sinner !  come,  O  come. 
 
 4  Come  hither,  —  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
 Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears ; 
 'T  is  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears : 
 O  trembling  sinner !  come,  O  come. 
 
 5  "  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come ; " 
 Rejoicing  saints  re-echo,  Come ; 
 
 Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will  may  come : 
 Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come,  O  come. 
 
 82 — !».  M. 
 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 
 Filled  with  dismay, 
 "Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 
 
 Yield  thee  to-day : 
 Heaven  bids  thee  come,  while  yet  there's  room. 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 
 
 Hear  and  obey. 
 
 2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 
 Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
 Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 
 Help  from  on  high ; 
 Grieve  not  that  love,  which  from  above, 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 Would  bring  thee  nigh. 
 
 S3.  —  P.  31. 
 
 Seek  ye  first  the  kingdom  of  God. 
 
 Siktner  go,  will  you  go, 
 
 To  the  highlands  of  heaven  ? 
 Where  the  storms  never  blow, 
 
 And  the  long  summer 's  given. 
 Where  the  bright,  blooming  flowers 
 
 Are  their  odors  emitting ; 
 And  the  leaves  of  the  bowers, 
 
 In  the  breezes  are  flitting. 
 
INVITATIONS.  69 
 
 2  Where  the  saints  robed  in  white, 
 
 Cleansed  in  life's  flowing  fountain, 
 Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 
 
 Shall  inhabit  the  mountain. 
 Where  no  sin  or  dismay, 
 
 Neither  trouble  nor  sorrow 
 Shall  be  felt  for  a  day, 
 
 Nor  be  feared  for  to-morrow. 
 
 3  He  *s  prepared  thee  a  home ; 
 
 Sinner,  canst  thou  believe  it  ? 
 And  invites  thee  to  come ; 
 
 Sinner,  wilt  thou  receive  it  ? 
 0  come,  sinner,  come, 
 
 For  the  tide  is  receding, 
 And  the  Saviour  will  soon 
 
 And  forever  cease  pleading. 
 
 84.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  jubilee. 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
 The  gladly  solemn  sound; 
 Let  all  the  nations  know, 
 To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
 
 Hath  full  atonement  made : 
 Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 
 
 Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
 
 3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God,— 
 
 The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
 Redemption  in  his  blood 
 Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
 
70  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
 
 Your  liberty  receive, 
 And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
 
 And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
 
 Your  heritage  above, 
 Shall  have  it  back  unbought,— 
 
 The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
 
 6  The  gospel-trumpet  hear,  — 
 
 The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
 And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
 
 Before  your  Saviour's  face : 
 The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
 
 85 — P.  M. 
 
 The  royal  proclamation. 
 
 Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
 The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
 Published  now  to  every  creature, 
 To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature : 
 
 Chorus: — 
 Lo !  he  reigns, — he  reigns  victorious ; 
 Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious,  Jesus  reigns. 
 
 2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
 Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, — 
 "Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
 Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 3  Ho !  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
 Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
 Here  are  life  and  free  salvation, 
 Offered  to  the  whole  creation. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
INVITATIONS.  71 
 
 4  Here  are  wine  and  milk  and  honey,— 
 Come  and  purchase  without  money ; 
 Mercy,  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
 Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 5  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
 Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
 Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
 Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 86 — I,.  M. 
 
 Come,  for  all  things  are  noio  ready. 
 
 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  oppress'd, 
 Ye  restless  wand'rers  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  offcr'd  benefits  embrace, 
 And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 
 
72  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 87 — S.  HI. 
 
 A  stranger  at  the  door. 
 
 [Tune  No.  13.] 
 
 Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
 He  gently  knocks,  —  has  knoek'd  before; 
 Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 
 You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
 
 2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
 He  will :  —  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
 The  man  of  Nazareth  is  he, 
 
 With  garments  dyed  from  Calvary. 
 
 3  0  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 
 
 With  melting  heart  and  open  hands ; 
 0  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
 That  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 
 
 4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
 Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine : 
 Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 
 And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 
 
 88.—  P.  M. 
 The  invitation. 
 
 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. 
 
INVITATIONS.  73 
 
 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  £ives  you, — 
 'T  is  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 
 
 4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
 
 Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall; 
 If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
 You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
 
 Not  the  righteous, — 
 Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
 
 5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
 
 Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 
 On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
 Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 
 
 It  is  finished  i  — 
 Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
 
 6  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
 
 Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood : 
 Venture  on  him,  —  venture  freely; 
 Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 
 
 None  but  Jesus 
 Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
 
 89.  —  P.  M. 
 
 To-day  the  Saviour  calls. 
 
 To-day  the  Saviour  calls ! 
 
 Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
 0  ye  benighted  souls, 
 
 Why  longer  roam  ? 
 
 2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ! 
 
 For  refuge  fly ; 
 The  storm  of  vengeance  falls ; 
 And  death  is  nigh. 
 
 3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ! 
 
 Oh,  hear  him  now: 
 "Within  these  sacred  walls 
 To  Jesus  bow. 
 
74  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day ! 
 Yield  to  his  power ; 
 Oh,  grieve  him  not  away, 
 'T  is  mercy's  hour. 
 
 90.  — S.  M. 
 
 They  that  seel:  me  early  shall  find  me. 
 
 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. 
 
 91.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  beautiful  River. 
 [Tune  No.  14.] 
 
 0  have  you  not  heard  of  that  beautiful  stream 
 That  flows  through  our  father's  land  ? 
 
 Its  waters  gleam  bright,  in  the  heavenly  light, 
 And  ripple  o'er  golden  sand. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 O  seek  that  beautiful  stream, 
 
 Seek  now  that  beautiful  stream ; 
 Its  waters  so  free  and  flowing  for  thee  \ 
 
 O  seek  that  beautiful  stream. 
 
INVITATIONS.  75 
 
 2  With  murmuring  sound  doth  it  wander  along, 
 
 Through  fields  of  eternal  green, 
 "Where  songs  of  the  blest,  in  their  haven  of  rest, 
 Float  soft  on  the  air  serene. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 3  Its  fountains  are  deep,  and  its  waters  are  pure, 
 
 And  sweet  to  the  weaiy  soul ; 
 It  flows  from  the  throne  of  Jehovah  alone ; 
 O  come  where  its  bright  waves  roll. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  This  beautiful  stream  is  the  river  of  life : 
 
 It  flows  for  all  nations  free ; 
 A  balm  for  each  wound  in  its  water  is  found : 
 0  sinner,  it  flows  for  thee. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 5  0  will  you  not  drink  of  this  beautiful  stream, 
 
 And  dwell  on  its  peaceful  shore  ? 
 .The  Spirit  says,  come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  home, 
 And  wander  in  sin  no  more. 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 92.  — C.  M. 
 
 The  gospel-feast. 
 
 Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
 And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
 
 The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
 With  an  inviting  voice. 
 
 2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
 
 That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
 And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
 To  fill  an  empty  mind :  — 
 
 3  Eternal  wisdom  hath  prepared 
 
 A  soul-reviving  feast, 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
 The  rich  provision  taste. 
 
76  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
 And  pine  away  and  die, 
 Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
 "With  springs  that  never  dry. 
 
 5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy,  here 
 
 In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
 Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
 Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
 
 6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
 
 Stand  open  night  and  day. 
 Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
 And  drive  our  wants  away. 
 
 93 — 13s. 
 
 The  voice  of  free  grace. 
 
 The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to  the  mountain," 
 For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain, 
 From  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
 His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a  pardon; 
 We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan ; 
 
 2  0  Jesus,  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious ! 
 
 O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make  us  victorious : 
 Thy  name  shall  be  praised  in  the  great  congregation, 
 And  saints  shall  ascribe  unto  thee  their  salvation. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gained  the  bless'd  shore 
 With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  evermore; 
 We'll  range  the  bless'd  fields  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
 And  sing  of  redemption  forever  and  ever. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
SECTION  VI. 
 
 RESOLVE. 
 
 94.  — C.  M. 
 
 If  I  perish,  Ijterish. 
 
 CojrE,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
 A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
 
 Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
 And  make  the  last  resolve  :  — 
 
 2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
 
 Like  mountains  round  me  close ; 
 I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
 Whatever  may  oppose. 
 
 3  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
 
 And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
 
 I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone 
 
 Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 
 
 4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
 
 Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
 But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
 And  perish  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. 
 
78  CHOItAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  Bnt  should  I  die,  with  mercy  sought, 
 When  I  his  grace  have  tried, 
 I  there  should  die,  —  delightful  thought! 
 Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died. 
 
 95.  — 1».  M. 
 
 The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet. 
 
 The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 
 
 Is  not  the  pearl  for  me ; 
 Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly 
 
 As  sunshine  on  the  sea. 
 Bnt  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
 'Tis  called  "  the  pearl  of  greatest  price;" 
 
 Though  few  its  value  see, — 
 
 Oh,  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 
 
 2  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch 
 
 Is  not  the  crown  for  me ; 
 It  dazzles  but  a  moment, — 
 
 Its  brightness  soon  will  flee. 
 But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
 For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love ; 
 
 For  ever  bright  'twill  be, — 
 
 Oh,  that 's  the  crown  for  me. 
 
 3  The  road  that  many  travel 
 
 Is  not  the  road  for  me ; 
 It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, — 
 
 In  it  I  would  not  be. 
 But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
 'Tis  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood ; 
 
 The  way  for  all  is  free,  — 
 
 Oh,  that 's  the  road  for  me. 
 
 4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish, 
 
 Is  not  the  hope  for  me ; 
 Most  surely  Avill  they  perish, 
 
 Unless  from  sin  made  free. 
 But  there's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
 And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 
 
 And  sinful  pleasures  flee,  — 
 
 Oh,  that 's  the  hope  for  me. 
 
RESOLVE.  79 
 
 90.— P.  M. 
 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 
 
 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. 
 
 2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
 
 'T  is  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,  &c. 
 
 3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace 
 
 And  pleasure  without  end ; 
 This  b  all  my  happiness,  — 
 
 On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
 Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
 
 And  ever  in  his  faith  abide. 
 
 Only  Jesus,  &c. 
 
 4  Oh  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  precious  blood  by  faith  applied. 
 Only  Jesus,  &c. 
 
 97 — Ii.  K. 
 
 What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord  for  all  his  benefits? 
 
 God  of  my  life,  what  just  return 
 
 Can  sinful  dust  and  ashes  give  ? 
 I  only  live  my  sin  to  mourn  : 
 
 To  love  my  God  I  only  live. 
 
80  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  To  thee,  benign  and  saving  Power, 
 
 I  consecrate  my  lengthen'd  days ; 
 "While  mark'd  with  blessings,  every  hour 
 Shall  speak  thy  co-extended  praise. 
 
 3  Be  all  my  added  life  employ'd 
 
 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  hot  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. 
 
 6  Prepare,  aud  then  possess  my  heart : 
 
 O  take  me,  seize  me  from  above ; 
 
 Thee  may  I  love,  for  God  thou  art : 
 
 Thee  may  I  feel;  for  God  is  love! 
 
SECTION   VII. 
 
 THE    PENITENT. 
 
 98.  — 1».  M. 
 
 Wliat  shall  I  do  to  be  saved? 
 
 [Tune  No.  15.] 
 
 O !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved 
 
 From  the  sorrows  that  burden  my  soul  ? 
 
 Like  the  waves  in  the  storm 
 
 "When  the  winds  are  at  war, 
 Chilling  floods  of  distress  o'er  me  roll. 
 
 2  O !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved, 
 
 When  the  pleasures  of  youth  are  all  fled, 
 
 And  the  friends  I  have  loved 
 
 From  the  earth  arc  removed, 
 And  I  weep  o'er  the  graves  of  the  dead  ? 
 
 3  0 !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved, 
 
 "When  sickness  my  strength  shall  subdue ; 
 
 Or  the  world,  in  a  day, 
 
 Like  a  cloud  roll  away, 
 And  eternity  opens  to  view  ? 
 
 4  0  Lord,  look  in  mercy  on  me ; 
 
 Come,  O  come,  and  speak  peace  to  my  soul ; 
 
 Unto  whom  shall  I  flee, 
 
 Dearest  Lord,  but  to  thee  ? 
 Thou  canst  make  my  poor  broken-heart  whole. 
 
82  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 99. -P.  UI. 
 
 Contrition  and  faith. 
 
 Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
 Mercy  still  reserved  for  mc  ? 
 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  foal  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. 
 
 100.  —  7s. 
 
 Blessed  are  they  that  mourn;  for  they  shall  be  comforted. 
 
 Pilgrim,  hurden'd  with  thy  sin, 
 
 Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day ; 
 There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 
 
 Knock  and  weep  and  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  Knock, —  for  mercy  lends  an  car; 
 
 Weep,  —  she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh; 
 Watch  till  heavenly  light  appear ; 
 Pray,  —  she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 
 
THE    PENITENT.  83 
 
 3  Mourning  pilgrim  what  for  thee 
 
 In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
 Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
 Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain. 
 
 4  Sorrow  shall  forever  fly, 
 
 Shame  shall  never  enter  there; 
 Tears  be  wiped  from  every  eye, 
 Pain  hi  endless  bliss  expire. 
 
 101.  — li.  M. 
 
 My  spirit  shall  not  ahcays  strive  with  man. 
 Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay ! 
 
 Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite; 
 Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
 
 Is  or  take  thine  c\  erlasting  flight. 
 
 2  Though  I  have  stecl'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
 
 And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears, 
 
 And  vex'd,  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 
 T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 
 
 103.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 Confession  and  supplication. 
 
 Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
 Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
 Arc  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  pard'ning  love  be  found. 
 
84  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
 Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
 And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
 Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
 Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
 I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  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  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
 "Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there,- 
 Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
 
 103 li.  M. 
 
 The  trembling  sinner  to  the  suffering  Saviour. 
 
 Thou  man  of  griefs,  remember  me, 
 Who  never  canst  thyself  forget, 
 
 Thy  last  mysterious  agony, 
 Thy  faulting  pangs  and  bloody  sweat ! 
 
 2  When  wrestling  in  the  strength  of  prayer, 
 
 Thy  spirit  sunk  beneath  its  load ; 
 Thy  feeble  flesh  abhorred  to  bear 
 The  wrath  of  an  Almighty  God. 
 
 3  Father,  —  if  I  may  call  thee  so, — 
 
 Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire : 
 Remove  this'  load  of  guilty  wo, 
 Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire ! 
 
 4  I  tremble,  lest  the  wrath  divine, 
 
 Which  bruises  now  my  wretched  soul, 
 Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine, 
 Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 
 
THE    PENITENT.  85 
 
 5  To  thee  my  last  distess  I  bring ; 
 
 The  hcightcn'd  fear  of  death  I  find; 
 The  tyrant,  brandishing  his  sting, 
 Appears,  and  hell  is  close  behind. 
 
 6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone. 
 
 That  endless  banishment  from  thee ; 
 O  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  son, 
 Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me. 
 
 104.  —  Chant. 
 
 From  the  recesses. 
 
 From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit 
 My  humble  prayer  ascends ;  O  Father,  hear  it : 
 Borne  on  the  trembling  wings  of  fear  and  meekness, 
 Forgive  its  weakness. 
 
 2  I  know,  I  feel,  how  mean  and  how  unworthy 
 The  lowly  sacr ificc  I  pour  before  thee ; 
 What  can  I  offer  thee,  O  thou  most  holy, 
 But  sin  and  folly  ? 
 
 3  Lord,  in  thy  sight,  —  who  every  bosom  viewest,  — 
 Cold  in  our  warmest  vows,  and  vain  our  truest 
 Thoughts  of  a  hurrying  hour,  —  our  lips  repeat  them ; 
 Our  hearts  forget  them. 
 
 4  We  see  thy  hand,  —  it  leads  us,  it  supports  us : 
 We  hear  thy  voice,  —  it  counsels  and  it  courts  us 
 And  then  we  turn  away ;  and  still  thy  kindness 
 Forgives  our  blindness. 
 
 5  Who  can  resist  thy  gentle  call,  appealing 
 To  every  gen'rous  thought  and  grateful  feeling  ? 
 Oh !  who  can  hear  the  accents  of  thy  mercy, 
 And  never  love  thee  ? 
 
8b  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  Kind  Benefactor !  plant  within  this  bosom 
 The  seeds  of  holiness,  and  let  them  blossom 
 In  fragrance  and  in  beauty,  bright  and  vernal, 
 
 And  spring  eternal. 
 
 7  Then  place  them  in  those  everlasting  gardens 
 Where  angels  walk  and  seraphs  are  the  wardens : 
 Where  ev'ry  flower,  brought  safe  through  death  s  dark 
 
 portal, 
 
 Becomes  immortal. 
 
 105 — C.  M. 
 
 Hardness  of  heart  dejrtored. 
 
 The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
 
 Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
 The  Saviour  wakened  from  his  sleep;— 
 
 He  spake  and  all  was  still. 
 
 2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 
 
 His  mansion  of  despair ; 
 Woe  to  the  traveler  who  strayed 
 With  heedless  footsteps,  there. 
 
 3  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 
 
 He  heard  those  accents  mild; 
 And  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
 Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 
 
 4  Oh,  madder  than  the  raving  man, 
 
 Oh,  deafer  than  the  sea ! 
 How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
 To  call  in  vain  to  me ! 
 
 106.  — S.  M. 
 
 Christ's  sympathy  for  sinners. 
 
 Dm  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
 And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
 
 Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
 Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
 
THE    PENITENT.  87 
 
 2  The  Son  of  God,  in  tears 
 The  wond'ring  angels  see ; 
 Be  thou  astonish'd,  0  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. 
 
 107.  — P.  M. 
 
 Help,  Lord,  or  I  perish. 
 
 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  Laz'rus  slept; 
 By  the  bitter  tears  that  ilow'd 
 Over  Salem's  lost  abode, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 3  B}r  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  ail  thine  own, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 
88  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 10S.-JP.  M. 
 
 My  sins  and  my  Saviour. 
 
 Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 
 
 Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ; 
 See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
 
 Stain'd  and  cover' d  with  his  blood ! 
 Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
 Crucified  th'  eternal  Son. 
 
 2  Yes :  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed ; 
 
 Driven  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there ; 
 Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head ; 
 
 Plunged  into  his  side  the  spear; 
 Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
 While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 
 
 3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
 
 Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
 Open  all  his  wounds  again, 
 
 And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
 No :  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
 Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 
 
 109.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 Sin  expurged  by  blood  alone. 
 
 Lord,  I  am  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  I  drew  my  infant  breath, 
 The  seeds  of  sin  grew  up  for  death ; 
 Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
 But  I  'm  defiled  in  every  part. 
 
 3  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face; 
 My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace : 
 
 No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
 The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 
 
THE    PENITENT.  89 
 
 4  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
 Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
 Nor  running  brook,  nor  Hood,  nor  sea, 
 Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 
 
 5  Jesns,  thy  blood,  thy  blood  alone, 
 Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone ; 
 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
 No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 
 
 6  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
 Nor  flesh,  nor  soul,  hath  rest  or  ease; 
 Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  p&rd'ning  voice, 
 And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 
 
 110 — C.  M. 
 
 The  penitent  cry . 
 
 Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee; 
 
 No  other  help  I  know; 
 If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
 
 Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 
 
 2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
 Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
 What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
 My  soul  from  endless  death ! 
 
 3  0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
 I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 
 And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve, 
 In  this  accepted  hour. 
 
 4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
 My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 
 0  let  me  now  receive  that  gift,— 
 My  soul  without  it  dies. 
 
90  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  ine  die ; 
 O  speak,  and  I  shall  live ; 
 And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
 Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
 
 6  How  would  my  fainting  soul  rejoice, 
 Could  I  but  see  thy  face ; 
 Now  let  rae  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
 And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
 
 111.— S.  M. 
 
 To  whom  should  we  go  ? 
 
 Ah  !  whither  should  I  go, 
 Burden'd,  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  Some  cursed  thing  unknown, 
 
 Must  surely  work  within ; 
 Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, — 
 Some  secret  bosom  sin. 
 
 5  Jesus,  the  hind'rance  show 
 
 Which  I  have  feared  to  see ; 
 And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
 What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 
 
 6  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
 
 Thy  trying  power  display; 
 Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 
 And  take  the  veil  away. 
 
THE    PENITENT!  91 
 
 113.  —  C.  M. 
 
 Invocation  and  confession. 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 "With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
 In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 
 Fond  of  these  earthly  toys ; 
 Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
 To  reach  eternal  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs,— 
 
 In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
 Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate ; 
 Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
 And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
 
 5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 
 With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
 Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
 And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
 
 113 — JL.  M. 
 
 Wherewith  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord. 
 
 Wherewith,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near, 
 
 And  bow  myself  before  thy  face  ? 
 How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 
 
 What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 
 
 2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  Most  High  ? 
 
 Will  multiplied  oblations  pease  ? 
 Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy, 
 Or  slaughter'd  hecatorabs  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. 
 
92  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  What  have  I,  then,  wherein  to  trust  ? 
 
 ,1  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am ; 
 Excluded  is  my  every  boast, 
 My  glory  swallowed  up  in  shame. 
 
 5  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! 
 
 134.  — P.  M. 
 
 Make  haste  to  help  me,  0  my  God. 
 
 Why  not  now,  my  God,  my  God  ? 
 
 Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
 Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, — 
 
 Take  possession  of  my  heart : 
 If  thou  canst  so  greatly  bow, 
 Friend  of  sinners,  why  not  now  ? 
 
 2  God  of  love,  in  this  thy  day, 
 For  thyself  to  thee  I  cry ; 
 
 Dying,  —  if  thou  still  delay, 
 Must  I  not  forever  die  ? 
 
 Enter  now  thy  poorest  home ; 
 
 Now,  my  utmost  Saviour,  come. 
 
SECTION   VIII. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 115.  — C.  RE. 
 
 This  is  the  victory  that  overcometh  the  world,  even  our  faith. 
 
 O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
 
 Though  press'd  by  every  foe, 
 That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
 
 Of  any  earthly  woe;  — 
 
 2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 
 
 Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
 But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
 "Will  lean  upon  its  God ;  — 
 
 3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
 
 "When  tempests  rage  without ; 
 That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
 In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ;  — 
 
 4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 
 
 Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ; 
 That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
 Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile ;  — 
 
 5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
 
 Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
 And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
 Illumes  a  dying  bed. 
 
 6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
 
 And  then,  whate'er  may  conic, 
 We  '11  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
 Of  an  eternal  home. 
 
94  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 116.— P.  M. 
 
 Tlie  prolonged  agony  of  prayer. 
 
 Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
 Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 
 
 Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell; 
 To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am : 
 
 Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 
 Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 
 2  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
 And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  ? 
 I  rise  superior  to  my  pain ; 
 
 When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong! 
 And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
 I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 
 
 117.  -P.M. 
 Faith's  triumph. 
 
 The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 
 Hath  risen  with  healing  in  his  wings ; 
 
 Wither 'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  thee 
 My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings : 
 
 My  help  is  all  laid  up  above ; 
 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love, 
 
 2  Contented  now,  upon  my  thigh 
 
 I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end ; 
 All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 
 
 On  thee  alone  for  strength  depend : 
 Nor  have  I  power  from  thee  to  move ; 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 3  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey ; 
 
 Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome; 
 I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  his  way, 
 
 And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  fly  home, 
 Through  all  eternity  to  prove 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
FAITH.  95 
 
 118.  — C.  M. 
 Assurance. 
 
 I  *M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
 
 Nor  to  defend  his  cause; 
 Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word,  — 
 
 The  glory  of  his  cross. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  God !  —  I  know  his  name ; 
 
 His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
 Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
 Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
 
 3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 
 
 And  he  can  well  secure 
 "What  I  'vc  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decisive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name ; 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face, 
 
 And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
 
 Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 
 
 119 — I,.  M. 
 
 Tlie  realizing  power  of  faith. 
 
 Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
 Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame  j 
 
 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  lire, 
 In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfil. 
 
 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, — 
 Fardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 
 
96  CHOEAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 
 
 Unseen  by  reason's  glimm'ring  ray, 
 With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
 Their  heavenly  origin  display. 
 
 6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light ; 
 
 The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly ; 
 Th'  invisible  appears  in  sight, 
 And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 
 
 130 — P.  M. 
 
 Salvation  by  faith. 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  arise; 
 
 Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
 The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
 
 In  my  behalf  appears  : 
 Before  the  throne  my  Surety  tands, 
 My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
 
 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  cry, 
 Nor  let  the  ransom'd  sinner  die. 
 
 4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
 His  dear  annointed  One : 
 He  cannot  turn  away 
 
 The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
 His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
 And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
FAITH.  97 
 
 My  God  is  reconciled ; 
 
 His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear : 
 He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 
 
 I  can  no  longer  fear : 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  ni£ 
 And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
 
 121.— P.M. 
 
 Grace,  rich  and  free. 
 [Tune  No.  17.] 
 
 Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve, 
 
 Heaven  is  propitious ; 
 If  on  Jesus  you  believe, 
 
 You  will  find  him  precious. 
 Lo !  he  now  comes  near  to  thee, — 
 
 Calls  the  mourners  to  him ; 
 He  has  died  for  you  and  me : 
 
 O,  look  up  and  view  him. 
 
 2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
 
 Flows  a  healing  lotion : 
 See  the  heart-consoling  tide, 
 
 Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
 See  the  living  waters  move 
 
 For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
 Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 
 
 Or  to  perish  trying. 
 
 3  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 
 
 Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 
 Jesus  calls,  "Come  unto  me," 
 
 Weary,  heavy-laden. 
 Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
 
 Rise  and  reach  to  heaven; 
 Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 
 
 "All  shall  be  forgiven." 
 
 4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say 
 
 I  will  go  and  prove  him ; 
 If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 
 Surely  I  shall  love  him. 
 6 
 
98  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Yes :  I  see  the  Father  smile,  — 
 Smiling  moves  my  burden ; 
 
 All  is  grace,  for  I  am  vile ; 
 Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 
 
 5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows ! 
 
 Now  I  know  I  feel  it ; 
 Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 
 
 Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
 Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounds ; 
 •*  O,  the  wondrous  story ! 
 
 I  was  lost,  but  now  I  'm  found ; 
 
 Glory !  glory !  glory '. 
 
 6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name, 
 
 Saints  are  bound  to  love  him ; 
 Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 
 
 Only  come  and  prove  him : 
 Hasten  to  the  Saviour's  blood, 
 
 Feel  it  and  declare  it ; 
 O,  that  I  could  sing  so  loud 
 
 All  the  world  might  hear  it. 
 
 7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 
 
 In  the  upper  region, 
 I  will  try  to  travel  on 
 
 In  this  pure  religion. 
 Heaven 's  here,  heaven 's  there ; 
 
 Glory 's  here  and  yonder ; 
 Brightest  seraphs  shout  amen, 
 
 While  the  angels  wonder. 
 
 122.  — C.  X. 
 
 He  that  believeth,  hath  the  witness  in  himself. 
 
 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. 
 
FAITH.  99 
 
 3  "We  who  in  Christ  believe 
 
 That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
 We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 
 And  feel  his  blood  applied. 
 
 4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
 
 Disburden'd  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  dare 
 The  pointless  darts  of  death. 
 
 6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
 
 The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 
 And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
 In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 
 
 13 J.  — C.  M. 
 
 Victorious  faith. 
 
 In  hope,  against  all  human  hope, 
 
 Self-desp'rate,  I  believe, — 
 Thy  quick'ning  word  shall  raise  me  up; 
 
 Thou  wilt  thy  Spirit  give. 
 
 2  The  thing  surpasses  all  my  thought; 
 But  faithful  is  my  Lord ; 
 Through  unbelief  I  stagger  not, 
 For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 
 
 3  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees, 
 And  looks  to  that  alone; 
 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. 
 
100  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  Obedient  faith  that  waits  on  thee, 
 Thou  never  wilt  reprove ; 
 But  thou  wilt  fonn  thy  Son  in  me, 
 And  perfect  me  in  love. 
 
 124 IL..  M. 
 
 Peace  in  believing. 
 
 Jesus,  to  thee  I  now  can  fly, 
 
 On  whom  my  help  is  laid : 
 Oppress'd  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  stay'd. 
 
 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  summon'd  to  the  marriage  feast, 
 When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 
 
SECTION    IX 
 
 THE  CONVERT. 
 
 125. -P.  M. 
 
 Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 [Tune  No.  18.] 
 
 Ye  angels,  who  mortals  attend, 
 
 And  minister  comfort  in  woe, — 
 Come  listen,  ye  heavenly  friends, 
 
 My  happier  story  to  know : 
 I  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime ; 
 
 No  sorrow  my  song  can  control ; 
 I  sing  of  the  rapturous  time 
 
 When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail, 
 
 Because  I  had  wandered  from  God, 
 I  strove  my  sad  case  to  bewail : 
 
 My  sins  were  a  cumbersome  load ; 
 O  Saviour,  have  mercy !  I  cried : 
 
 Oh,  pardon  a  wretch  that 's  so  vile! 
 Then  quickly  his  blood  was  applied, 
 
 And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 3  My  guilt,  like  a  cloud  of  the  morn, 
 
 Was  chased  in  a  moment  away ; 
 The  joy  of  my  soul  newly  born, 
 
 Increased  like  the  dawning  of  day ; 
 My  Saviour  redeemed  me  from  sin. 
 
 He  saves  not  in  part,  but  in  whole ; 
 He  writes  his  salvation  within, — 
 
 For,  Oh,  he  speaks  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
102  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  I  now  am  so  blessed  with  his  love, 
 
 I  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store ; 
 He  visits  me  oft  from  above — 
 
 I  have  him,  I  ask  uothing  more : 
 Resigned  to  his  pleasure  I'd  live, 
 
 Till  time's  latest  circle  shall  roll, 
 His  utmost  salvation  receive, 
 
 For  Oh,  he  speaks  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 126.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  Christian's  song. 
 [Tune  No.  19.] 
 
 0  brethren,  I  have  found 
 A  land  that  doth  abound 
 
 With  fruit  as  sweet  as  honey ; 
 The  more  I  eat  I  find, 
 The  more  I  am  inclined 
 
 To  shout  and  sing  hosanna. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 My  soul  doth  long  to  go 
 
 Where  I  may  fully  know 
 The  glories  of  my  Saviour ; 
 
 And  as  I  pass  along 
 I  '11  sing  the  Christian's  song,— 
 
 I  hope  to  live  forever. 
 
 2  Perhaps  you  '11  think  me  wild, 
 Or  simple  as  a  child — 
 
 I  am  a  child  of  glory ; 
 
 1  'm  born  from  above, 
 
 My  soul  is  filled  with  love, 
 
 I  love  to  tell  the  story. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  My  soul  now  sits  and  sings. 
 And  practices  her  wings, 
 
 And  contemplates  the  hour 
 When  the  messenger  shall  say, 
 "  Come  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
 And  with  bright  angels  tower." 
 Chorus : — 
 
THE    CONVERT.  103 
 
 126.-  P.  M. 
 
 Joy  of  the  young  convert. 
 
 0  How  happy  are  they 
 Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
 
 And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ; 
 
 Tongue  can  never  express 
 
 The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
 Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 
 
 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'  name ! 
 
 3  'T  was  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 : 
 
 0  that  all  his'salvation  might  see ; 
 
 He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried,~- 
 
 He  hath  suffer'd  and  died 
 To  redeem,  with  his  blood,  even  me. 
 
 5  O  the  rapturous  height 
 Of  that  holy  delight 
 
 Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ; 
 Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 
 
 1  was  perfectly  blest, 
 
 As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 
 
 127.— P.  M. 
 
 What  he  hath  done  for  my  soul. 
 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord. 
 
 Unto  me,  unto  me ; 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
 
 Unto  me : 
 
104  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 I've  something  good  to  say- 
 About  the  narrow  way ; 
 For  Christ,  the  other  day 
 
 Saved  my  soul,  saved  my  soul; 
 For  Christ,  the  other  day 
 
 Saved  my  soul. 
 
 2  He  gave  me  eyes  to  see 
 
 What  I  was,  what  I  was ; 
 He  gave  me  eyes  to  see 
 
 What  I  was : 
 He  gave  me  eyes  to  see 
 My  sin  and  misery ; 
 And  then  he  set  ine  free ; 
 
 Bless  his  name,  bless  his  name, 
 And  then  he  set  me  free ; 
 
 Bless  his  name. 
 
 3  Some  said  I'd  soon  give  o'er ; 
 
 We  shall  see,  we  shall  see : 
 Some  said  I  'd  soon  give  o'er ; 
 
 We  shall  see : 
 Some  time  has  passed  away 
 Since  I  began  to  pray ; 
 I  love  the  Lord  to-day, 
 
 Bless  his  name,  bless  his  name; 
 I  love  the  Lord  to-day, 
 
 Bless  his  name. 
 
 128 — P.  M. 
 
 The  way  is  so  delightful. 
 
 I  'm  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day, 
 
 The  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah ! 
 I  found  the  pilgrim's  narrow  way, 
 
 The  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah ! 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 Oh  the  way  is  so  delightful  in  the  service  of  the  Lord, 
 O,  the  way  is  so  delightful,  hallelujah ! 
 
 2  Redemption  is  our  joyful  song, 
 We  '11  sing  it  as  we  pass  along. 
 
THE    CONVERT.  105 
 
 3  We  '11  praise  the  Saviour  while  we  've  breath 
 And  through  the  gloomy  vale  of  death. 
 
 4  We  hope  to  praise  him  when  we  risa, 
 And  shout  redemption  through  the  skies. 
 
 5  My  soul  is  happy  while  I  sing, 
 I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing. 
 
 6  Come,  sinner,  join  this  praying  band, 
 March  with  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 
 
 1*9. -P.  M. 
 
 WJiat  wondrous  love  is  this  ? 
 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul !  O  my  soul ! 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul ! 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this,  That  caused  the  Lord  of  bliss 
 To  send  this  precious  peace  To  my  soul,  to  my  soul, 
 To  send  this  precious  peace  To  my  soul. 
 
 2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  0  my  soul !  0  my  soul! 
 When  I  was  sinking  down,  O  my  soul ! 
 
 When  I  was  sinking  down,  Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 
 Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  For  my  soul. 
 
 3  I  have  given  all  to  Christ.    He 's  my  all !  He 's  my  all ! 
 I  have  given  all  to  Christ,  And  my  spirit  cannot  rest, 
 Unless  he 's  in  my  breast,  Reigning  there. 
 
 4  His  easy  yoke  I  '11  bear  With  delight,  with  delight ; 
 His  easy  yoke  I  '11  bear;  His  cross  I  will  not  fear; 
 His  name  I  will  declare,  Evermore. 
 
 5  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  Join  his  praise,  join  his 
 
 praise ; 
 Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  With  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
 And  strike  each  tuneful  string,  In  his  praise. 
 
 6  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  I  will  sing,  I  will  sing ; 
 To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  Who  is  the  great  I  am, 
 While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing. 
 
 7  And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I  '11  sing  on,  I'll  sing  on, 
 And  when  from  death  I  'm  free,  I  '11  sing  and  joyful  be, 
 And  to  eternity,  I'll  sing  on. 
 
106  CHOKAL    ECHOES. 
 
 130 — P.  M. 
 
 The  great  Physician. 
 
 How  lost  was  my  condition, 
 
 Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ; 
 There  is  but  one  Physician 
 
 Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 There 's  a  balm  in  Gilead 
 
 To  make  the  wounded  whole ; 
 There 's  power  enough  in  Jesus, 
 
 To  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
 
 2  Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
 
 And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
 To  tell  to  all  around  me 
 His  wondrous  power  to  save. 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 3  The  worst  of  all  diseases     - 
 
 Is  light,  compared  with  sin ; 
 On  every  part  it  seizes, 
 But  rages  most  within. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 4  'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 
 
 And  madness,  all  combined; 
 And  none  but  a  believer 
 The  least  relief  can  find. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 5  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
 
 I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
 But  this  proved  more  distressing, 
 And  added  to  my  pain ; 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 6  Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 
 
 Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
 Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 
 Chorus: — 
 
THE    CONVEKT.  107 
 
 7  At  length,  this  great  Physician, — 
 
 How  matchless  is  his  grace !  — 
 Accepted  my  petition, 
 And  undertook  my  case. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 8  First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him,  — 
 
 For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed, — 
 Then  bade  me  look  unto  him : 
 I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 131 — C.  M. 
 
 Bartimeus. 
 
 "  Mercy,  Oh,  thou  Son  of  David ! " 
 
 Thus  poor  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd ; 
 "  Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 
 Now  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid." 
 While  he  cried,  many  chid  him, 
 But  he  pray'd  the  louder  still, 
 Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
 "  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 
 
 2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
 
 Though  by  begging  used  to  live : 
 But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
 
 Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 
 "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness; 
 
 Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day ; " 
 Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness 
 
 Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
 
 3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
 
 Publishing  to  all  around, — 
 "  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
 
 "What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
 Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
 
 And  would  be  advised  by  me  I 
 Surely  they  would  come  unto  him; 
 
 He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 
 
108  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 132 — P.  M. 
 
 I  seek  a  better  country ;  come  thou  with  me. 
 
 O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
 The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er. 
 A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
 To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 
 
 2  The  souls  that  believe  in  paradise  live, 
 And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive : 
 My  soul,  don't  delay,  —  he  calls  thee  away ! 
 Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 
 
 3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, — 
 
 What  light,  strength,  and  comfort !  go  after  him,  go : 
 
 Lo !  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 
 
 None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will  prove. 
 
 4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
 Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ  within : 
 And  when  I  'm  to  die,  receive  me  I  '11  cry, 
 
 For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 
 
 5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  joined, 
 
 He  '11  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind ; 
 So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace 
 Henceforth,  till  admitted,  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 
 
 133 — P.  M. 
 
 Love,  joy,  and  hope. 
 
 The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes ; 
 The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
 
 The  lilies  grow  and  thrive ; 
 
 The  lilies  grow  and  thrive : 
 Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
 From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
 
 Which  makes  the  dead  revive, 
 
 Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 
 
 2  Oh,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
 In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 
 A  fruitful  soil  become ! 
 
THE    CONVERT.  109 
 
 The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
 When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 
 And  makes  his  people  one. 
 
 3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
 The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 
 
 My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
 I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
 For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 
 
 Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 
 
 4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find, 
 A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 
 
 Who  will  them  all  receive ; 
 None  are  too  vile  that  will  repent; 
 Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went : 
 
 Jesus  did  him  relieve. 
 
 5  Come,  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
 And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word,  — 
 
 In  Jesus'  ways  go  on ; 
 Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
 Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
 
 When  we  arrive  at  home. 
 
 6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
 It  issues  from  a  shining  throne, 
 
 From  Jesus'  throne  on  high ; 
 It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain ; 
 We  drink  and  drink  and  drink  again, 
 
 And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 
 
 7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
 And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 
 
 We  '11  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
 Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through 
 To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 
 
 And  never  will  run  dry. 
 
 8  There  we  shall  reign  and  shout  and  sing, 
 And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 
 
 When  all  the  saints  get  home : 
 Go  on,  go  on,  my  brethren  dear,  — 
 Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 
 
 For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
 
110  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 9  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 
 I  'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 
 
 And  claim  my  mansion  there ; 
 Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
 To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
 Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
 
 134.— p.  in. 
 
 Convert's  farewell. 
 
 Farewell,  farewell  to  all  below, 
 The  Saviour  calls,  and  I  must  go; 
 I  launch  my  boat  upon  the  sea, 
 This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 This  world  is  not  my  home, 
 This  world  is  not  my  home, 
 This  world  is  all  a  wilderness, 
 This  world  is  not  my  home. 
 
 2  I  've  found  the  winding  paths  of  sin 
 A  rugged  road  to  travel  in ; 
 Beyond  the  swelling  waves  I  see 
 The  land  my  Saviour  bought  for  me. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  Oh !  sinner,  why  will  you  not  go  ? 
 There 's  room  enough  for  you  I  know ; 
 Our  boat  is  sound,  the  passage  free, 
 And  there's  a  better  land  for  thee. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 4  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay, 
 The  home  I  seek  is  far  ftway ; 
 Where  Christ  is  not,  I  can  not  be :  — 
 This  land  is  not  the.  land  for  me. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
SECTION    X. 
 
 CONSECRATION. 
 
 135.  — P.  BE. 
 
 Consecration. 
 
 Come,  my  fond,  fluttering  heart, 
 Come,  you  must  now  be  free ; 
 
 Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 
 However  hard  it  be. 
 
 My  weeping  passions  own  'tis  just, 
 
 Yet  cling  still  closer  to  the  dust. 
 
 2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear; 
 
 Ye  dearest  idols,  fall ; 
 My  heart  you  cannot  share, 
 
 For  Jesus  must  have  all ; 
 'T  is  bitter  pain  —  't  is  cruel  smart, 
 But  Oh !  you  must  consent,  my  heart. 
 
 3  Ye  gay,  enchanting  throng, 
 
 Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ; 
 Earth  hath  prevailed  too  long, — 
 
 Now  I  must  break  the  spell : 
 Go,  cherished  joys  of  earlier  years ; 
 Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 
 
 4  "Welcome,  thou  bleeding  cross ; 
 
 Welcome,  thou  way  to  God ; 
 My  former  gains  were  loss, 
 
 My  path  was  folly's  road ; 
 At  last  my  heart  is  undeceived, 
 The  world  is  given,  and  God  received. 
 
112  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 136. -P.  M. 
 
 Tea,  doubtless,  and  I  count  all  things  but  loss. 
 
 Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
 
 All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
 Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
 
 Thou  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
 Perish  every  fond  ambition, 
 
 All  I  've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
 Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 
 
 God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 
 
 2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
 
 They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
 Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me. 
 
 Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 
 And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
 
 God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
 Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 
 
 Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 
 
 3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 
 
 Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
 In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 
 
 With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
 I  have  called  thee,  Abba,  Father, 
 
 I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee ; 
 Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
 
 All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 
 
 4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
 
 'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
 Life,  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
 
 Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
 Oh !  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
 
 While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
 Oh  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
 
 Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 
 
 5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 
 
 Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care, 
 Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
 Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 
 
CONSECRATION.  113 
 
 Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 
 
 Think  what  Father's  smiles  arc  thine; 
 Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee ; 
 Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
 
 6  Haste  thec  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
 
 Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer, 
 Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 
 
 God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
 Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
 
 Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
 Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
 
 Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 
 
 137.  — P.  M. 
 
 Consecration  in  detail. 
 
 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  Vilest  of  the  sinful  race, 
 
 Lo !  I  answer  to  thy  call : 
 Meanest  vessel  of  thy  grace, 
 
 Grace  divinely  free  to  all : 
 Lo !  I  come  to  do  thy  will, — 
 All  thy  counsel  to  fulfill. 
 
 3  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  service, "clahn 
 All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 
 
 4  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers ; 
 
 Take  my  mem'ry,  mind  and  will; 
 All  my  goods,  and  all  nry  hours; 
 
 All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel ; 
 All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do ; 
 Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new. 
 8 
 
114  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 138 — I..  M. 
 
 Just  as  lam. 
 
 Just  as  I  am,  —  without  one  plea, 
 But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
 
 And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 
 
 2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
 
 To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
 To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 
 
 3  Just  as  I  am, — poor,  wretched,  blind, 
 
 Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
 Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 
 
 4  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive ; 
 
 Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
 Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 
 
 5  Just  as  I  am,  thy  love  unknown 
 
 Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
 Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
 0  Lamb  of  God  I  come,  I  come. 
 
 139 li.  M. 
 
 The  painful  surrender. 
 Abraham,  when  severely  tried, 
 
 His  faith  by  his  obedience  show'd ; 
 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  0,  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. 
 
CONSECRATION.  115 
 
 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. 
 
 140.  — 8.  91. 
 
 Conquered  by  love. 
 
 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  compelTd, 
 And  own  thee  conqueror. 
 
 3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake; 
 
 My  friends,  my  all,  resign : 
 Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
 And  seal  mc  ever  thine. 
 
 4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
 
 Nor  hence  again  remove ; 
 Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  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. 
 
116  CHOEAL    ECHOES. 
 
 141  —  Ij.  M. 
 
 Let  all  my  works  be  begun,  continued,  and  ended  in  thee. 
 
 Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
 
 My  daily  labours  to  pursue ; 
 Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know, 
 
 In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 
 
 2  The  task  thy  wisdom  hath  assigned, 
 
 O  may  I  cheerfully  fulfil ; 
 In  all  my  ways  thy  presence  find,— 
 In  all  my  works  declare  thy  will. 
 
 3  Thee  will  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 
 
 Whose  eyes  mine  inmost  sul  stance  see; 
 And  labor  on  at  thy  command, 
 And  offer  all  my  works  to  thee. 
 
 4  Give  me  to  bear  thy  easy  yoke, 
 
 And  every  moment  watch  and  pray; 
 And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
 And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day :  — 
 
 5  For  thee  delightfully  enploy, 
 
 Whate'er  thy  bounteous  grace  has  given ; 
 And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
 And  closely  walk  with  thee  to  heaven. 
 
SECTION   XI. 
 
 ASPIRATION. 
 
 142.— P.  M. 
 
 I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  aicalce  with  thy  likeness, 
 [Tune  No.  20.] 
 
 If  I  in  thy  likeness,  0  Lord,  may  awake, 
 
 And  shine  a  pure  image  of  thee, 
 Then  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  can  break 
 
 The  fetters  of  flesh,  and  be  free. 
 I  know  this  stained  tablet  must  first  be  washed  white, 
 
 To  let  thy  bright  features  be  drawn ; 
 I  know  I  must  suffer  the  darkness  of  night 
 
 To  welcome  the  coming  of  dawn. 
 
 But  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  can  cast 
 
 The  shadows  of  nature  all  by, 
 When  this  cold  dreary  world  from  my  vision  is  past, 
 
 To  let  the  soul  open  her  eye. 
 I  gladly  would  feel  the  blest  hour  drawing  near, 
 
 When  time's  dreamy  fancy  shall  fade ; 
 If  then  in  thy  likeness  I  may  but  appear, 
 
 And  rise  in  thy  beauty  arrayed. 
 
 To  see  thee  in  glory,  O  Lord,  as  thou  art, 
 
 From  this  mortal  perishing  clay, 
 My  spirit  immortal  in  peace  would  depart, 
 
 And  joyous  mount  up  her  bright  way. 
 When  on  thine  own  image  in  me  thou  hast  smiled, 
 
 Within  thy  blest  mansions,  and  when 
 The  arms  of  my  Father  encompass  his  child, 
 
 0,  I  shall  be  satisfied  then. 
 
118  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 143.  — P.  M. 
 
 Christ,  our  sanctifying  portion. 
 
 Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel,  and  mine,— 
 
 The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart,— 
 For  closer  communion  I  pine ; 
 
 I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art. 
 The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 
 
 Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
 Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 
 
 And  screen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 
 
 2  'T  is  there,  with  the  lambs  of  the  flock, 
 
 There,  only,  I  covet  to  rest ; 
 To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
 
 Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast : 
 'T  is  there  I  would  always  abide, 
 
 And  never  a  moment  depart, — 
 Concealed  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 
 
 Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 
 
 144. -I..  M. 
 
 Delight  in  worship. 
 
 Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone; 
 Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 
 Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see; 
 I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
 
 2  0  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
 And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire : 
 Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
 And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 
 
 3  Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare ! 
 How  sweet  thine  entertaiuments  are ! 
 Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
 Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 
 
 4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
 In  thee  thy  father's  glories  shine ; 
 Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
 And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 
 
ASPIRATION.  119 
 
 145.  — I,.  K. 
 
 He  satisfieth  the  longing  soul. 
 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. 
 
 2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
 And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  lies, — 
 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. 
 
 4  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  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. 
 
 146.— P.  M. 
 
 Ecstasy  of  love. 
 
 I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord,— 
 I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  God ; 
 But  how  much  I  love  thee,  I  never  can  show ; 
 I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know. 
 
 2  I'm  happy,  I 'm  happy,  Oh  wondrous  account ! 
 My  joys  are  immortal,  —  I  stand  on  the  mount! 
 I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  lie  there, 
 With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 
 
 3  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 
 My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 
 
 Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my  song; 
 Thy  grace  shall  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 
 
 4  Oh,  who 's  like  my  Saviour  ?    He 's  Salem's  bright  king ; 
 He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  he's  taught  me  to  sing ; 
 
 I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud  and  shrill, 
 While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill. 
 
120  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 14*.  —  P.  M. 
 Heavenly -mincledness. 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
 
 Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
 Rise  from  all  terrestrial  things, 
 
 T'ward  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
 Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 
 
 Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 
 
 To  seats  prepared  above. 
 
 2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
 
 Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
 Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 
 
 Both  speed  them  to  their  source; 
 So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 
 
 Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
 Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
 
 To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
 
 3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn : 
 
 Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
 Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 
 
 Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
 There  we  '11  join  the  heavenly  train, 
 
 Welcomed  to  partake  the  bliss ; 
 Fly  from  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 
 
 To  realms  of  endless  peace, 
 
 148.  —  1L.  M. 
 
 Oh  !  that  I  knew  tchere  I  might  find  him. 
 Jesus,  if  still  the  same  thou  art, 
 
 If  all  thy  promises  are  sure, 
 Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
 
 And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor : 
 To  me  be  all  thy  treasures  given, 
 The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heaven. 
 
 2  Thou  hast  pronounced  the  mourners  blest, 
 And  lo !  for  thee  I  ever  mourn ; 
 
 I  can  not,  —  no,  I  will  not  rest 
 Till  thou,  my  only  rest,  return, — 
 
 Till  thou,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appear, 
 
 And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 
 
ASPIRATION.  121 
 
 3  Where  is  the  blessedness  bestow'd 
 
 On  all  that  hunger  after  thee  ? 
 I  hunger  now,  —  i  thirst  for  God ; 
 
 See  the  poor  fainting  sinner,  see, 
 And  satisfy  with  endless  peace, 
 And  fill  me  with  thy  righteousness. 
 
 4  Shine  on  thy  work,  disperse  the  gloom; 
 
 Light  in  thy  light,  I  then  shall  sec; 
 Say  to  my  soul,  "  Thy  light  is  come; 
 
 Glory  divine  is  ris'n  on  thee  ; 
 Thy  warfare  's  past,  thy  mourning  's  o'er; 
 Look  up,  believe,  and  weep  no  more." 
 
 149.  —  li.  M. 
 They  shall  mount  up  with  icings  as  eagles. 
 
 The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 
 
 Returning  fondly  home, 
 Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies, 
 
 Where  idle  warblers  roam. 
 
 2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 
 
 Above  all  low  delay, 
 Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
 Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 
 
 3  So  grant,  my  Lord,  from  every  stain 
 
 Of  sinful  passion  free, 
 Aloft  through  virtue's  purer  air, 
 To  steer  my  course  to  thee ! 
 
 4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay, 
 
 My  soul,  as  home  she  springs ; 
 Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
 Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 
 
 159 — C.  M. 
 Tlie  rapture  of  love. 
 
 0  't  is  delight  without  alloy, 
 
 Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name : 
 My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy ; 
 
 I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 
 
122  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 
 
 When  love  inspires  my  breast, — 
 Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
 The  sov'reign  of  the  rest. 
 
 3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 
 
 When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease, 
 
 And  sound  from  every  joyful  string 
 
 Through  all  the  realms  of  bliss. 
 
 4  Let  life  immortal  seize  my  clay ; 
 
 Let  love  refine  my  blood ; 
 Her  flames  can  bear  my  soul  away, 
 Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 
 
 5  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 
 
 And  hasten  to  my  home ; 
 I  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace : 
 I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come. 
 
 6  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills ; 
 
 Let  sin  and  death  remove ; 
 'T  is  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels, 
 And  death  must  yield  to  love. 
 
 151.  — li.  M. 
 
 My  soul  thirsteth  for  the  living  God. 
 
 I  pant,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
 To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  olood ; 
 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. 
 
 3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
 Close  shclter'd  in  thy  bleeding  side ! 
 Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
 And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 
 
ASPIRATION.  123 
 
 4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
 Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
 Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move; 
 O  wondrous  grace !  0  boundless  love ! 
 
 5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
 That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring ; 
 Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
 Deck'd  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. 
 
 152.— P.  ]H. 
 
 Hie  beloved  of  my  soul. 
 
 O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 
 
 On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
 My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
 
 My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
 
 2  Oh,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
 Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
 Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
 And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
 
 8  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 
 The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
 Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
 And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 
 
 4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
 
 Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
 The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
 The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
 
 5  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
 
 To  water  the  gardens  of  grace ; 
 From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know, 
 And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 
 
 6  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 
 
 And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
 He  speaks,  and  eternity  filled  with  his  voice, 
 Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 
 
124  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 153 r,.  M. 
 
 That  we  might  serve  him,  in  holiness  and  righteousness,  all  the 
 days  of  our  life. 
 
 Jeslts,  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 
 "We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 
 
 3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
 O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay :  * 
 
 Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
 Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
 
 4  Let  every  moment  as  it  flics, 
 Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
 Till  we  arc  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
 At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 154.— P.  M. 
 
 The  chiefest  among  ten  thousands. 
 
 How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
 
 When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ! 
 Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 
 
 Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  mc : 
 The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
 
 The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
 But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
 
 December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
 
 2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
 
 And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
 His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
 
 And  makest  all  within  mc  rejoice. 
 I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
 
 Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear : 
 No  mortal  so  happy  as  I,  — 
 
 My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
 
ASPIRATION.  125 
 
 3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
 
 My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, — 
 No  changes  of  season  or  place 
 
 Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
 "While  blest  with  a' sense  of  his  love, 
 
 A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
 And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
 
 If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
 
 4  My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
 
 If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
 Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 
 
 And  why  arc  my  winters  so  long  ? 
 O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
 
 Thy  soul-chccring  presence  restore; 
 Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 
 
 Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
 
 155.— I8.  M. 
 
 Lovest  thou  me  ? 
 
 Haiik,  my  soul,  —  it  is  the  Lord! 
 'Tis  thy  Saviour,  —  hear  his  word! 
 Jesus  speaks,  —  he  speaks  to  thee  : 
 "  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 
 
 2  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
 
 And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound! 
 Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
 Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 
 
 3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
 Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
 Yes  :  she  may  forgetful  be, 
 
 Yet  I  will  remember  thee. 
 
 4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
 Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
 Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
 Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 
 
126  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
 When  the  work  of  faith  is  clone,  —» 
 Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be; 
 Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?  w 
 
 6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
 That  my  love  is  still  so  faint; 
 Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore : 
 
 Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 
 
 156. -P.M. 
 
 Despair  of  self. — Faith  in  Christ, 
 
 Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
 Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
 
 While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
 While  the  tempest  still  is  high } 
 
 Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
 Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
 
 Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
 
 0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 
 
 2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 
 
 Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 
 Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone ; 
 
 Stfll  support  and  comfort  me : 
 All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd ; 
 
 All  my  help  from  thee  I  biing; 
 Cover  my  defenceless  head 
 
 With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
 
 3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
 
 More  than  all  in  thee  I  find; 
 Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
 
 Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
 Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 
 
 1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
 False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am : 
 
 Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found,- 
 
 Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
 Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 
 Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
 
ASPIRA.TIOX.  127 
 
 Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 
 
 Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
 Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart; 
 
 Eise  to  all  eternity. 
 
 157.  — P.  M. 
 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 
 [Tune  No.  21.] 
 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  thee : 
 Even  though  it  lie  a  cross, 
 
 That  raiseth  me, 
 Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
 2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 
 
 Daylight  all  gone, 
 Darkness  be  over  me, 
 
 My  rest,  a  stone ; 
 Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
 3  There  let  the  way  appear 
 
 Steps  up  to  heaven ; 
 All  that  thou  sendest  me 
 
 In  mercy  given ; 
 Angels  to  beckon  me 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
 4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
 
 Bright  with  thy  praise, 
 Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 
 
 Bethel  I  '11  raise ; 
 So  by  my  woes  to  be 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
128  CHOEAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 
 
 Cleaving  the  sky, 
 Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
 
 Upward  I  fly ; 
 Still  ail  my  song  shall  be, 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
 158.—  S.  M. 
 
 My  lieart  crieth  out  for  the  living  God, 
 Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way, 
 
 My  sure,  unerring  light, 
 On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
 
 Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 
 
 2  My  Wisdom,  and  my  Guide, 
 
 My  Counsellor  thou  art ; 
 
 0  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 
 Nor  from  thy  paths  depart. 
 
 3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee. 
 
 Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
 That  I  may  now  enlightened  be, 
 And  never  put  to  shame. 
 
 4  Never  will  I  remove 
 
 Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause, 
 But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
 And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 
 
 5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 
 
 In  all  things  to  depend 
 On  thee ;  0  never,  Lord,  depart, 
 But  love  me  to  the  end. 
 
 159.  — 1\  M. 
 
 Rapturous  adoration. 
 My  Lord,*  in  whose  presence  I  live, 
 
 Whose  favor  alone  I  desire ; 
 To  whom  all  the  hopes  I  conceive 
 
 With  ardent  devotion  aspire : 
 How  pleasant  is  all  that  I  meet ! 
 
 From  fear  of  adversity  free, 
 
 1  find  even  sorrow  made  sweet, 
 Because  'tis  assigned  me  by  thee. 
 
ASPIRATION.  129 
 
 2  Transported,  I  see  thee  display 
 
 Thy  riches  and  glory  divine ; 
 I  have  only  my  life  to  repay, — 
 
 To  thee  this  best  gift  I  resign. 
 Thy  will  is  the  treasure  I  seek, 
 
 For  thou  art  as  faithful  as  strong 
 There  let  inc,  obedient  and  meek, 
 
 Repose  myself  all  the  day  long. 
 
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 3  My  spirit  and  faculties  fail ; 
 
 O  finish  what  grace  has  begun ! 
 Destroy  what  is  simple  and  frail, 
 
 And  dwell  in  the  soul  thou  hast  won ! 
 Dear  theme  of  my  wonder  and  praise, 
 
 I  cry,  Who  is  worthy  as  thou  ? 
 I  can  only  be  silent  and  gaze ; 
 
 'T  is  all  that  is  left  of  me  now. 
 
 4  Oh,  glory,  in  which  I  am  lost, 
 
 Too  deep  for  the  plummet  of  thought ! 
 In  an  ocean  of  Deity  toss'd, 
 
 I'm  swallowed,  I  sink  into  naught; 
 Yet  lost  and  absorbed  as  I  seem, 
 
 I  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King : 
 And  though  overwhelmed  by  the  theme, 
 
 Am  happy  whenever  I  sing. 
 
 160.  — li.  OT. 
 
 I  press  toward  the  mark. 
 
 Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 
 Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time ; 
 Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
 The  glories  of  eternity. 
 
 2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
 
 Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
 Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
 So  near  to  heaven's  eternal" joys  ? 
 
 3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road,  — 
 The  narrow  road  that  leads  to  God  ? 
 For  strangers,  into  life  we  come, 
 And  dying  is  but  going  home. 
 
130  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  "Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
 That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large ; 
 "Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
 And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 
 
 5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
 Is  the  full  heav'n  enjoyed  above ; 
 And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 
 
 Is  the  young  dawn  of  heav'n  below. 
 
 161.  — P.  31. 
 
 Wrestling  Jacob :  —  /  loill  not  let  thee  go. 
 
 Come,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown, 
 Whom  still  I  hold,  but  can  not  see; 
 
 My  company  before  is  gone, 
 And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee ; 
 
 With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
 
 And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 
 
 2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am ; 
 
 My  sin  and  misery  declare ; 
 Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  thy  name : 
 
 Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there } 
 But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  ? 
 Tell  me  in  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 
 
 3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free ; 
 
 I  never  will  unloose  my  hold : 
 Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 
 
 The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold : 
 Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 
 162.— C.   M. 
 
 Joy  in  the  presence  of  Christ. 
 
 Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
 While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 
 
 Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
 The  kindling  of  thy  love. 
 
 2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 
 All  time,  and  toil,  and  care : 
 Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
 If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 
 
ASPIRATION.  131 
 
 3  Here,  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  6tay, 
 
 And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
 My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
 And  echo  to  thy  voice. 
 
 4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; 
 
 'T  is  all  I  wish  to  seek : 
 T'  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
 And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 
 
 5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
 
 Till  I  thy  glory  see  ; 
 Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
 And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 
 
 163.  — S.  M. 
 
 He  will  guide  you  unto  all  truth. 
 Spirit  of  faith,  come  down, 
 
 Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
 And  make  to  us  the  God-head  known, 
 
 And  witness  with  the  blood. 
 
 2  Tis  thine  the  blood  t'  apply, 
 
 And  give  us  eyes  to  see ; 
 
 "Who  did  for  every  sinner  die, 
 
 Hath  surely  died  for  me. 
 
 3  No  man  can  truly  say 
 
 That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
 Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, 
 And  breathe  the  living  word : 
 
 4  Then,  only  then,  we  feel 
 
 Our  int'rest  in  his  blood, 
 And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable,— 
 "  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God." 
 
 164. -P.  III. 
 Panting  after  the  fulness  of  love. 
 
 0  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art? 
 When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
 
 All  taken  up  to  thee  ? 
 
 1  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
 
 The  greatness  of  redeeming  love,  — 
 The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 
 
132  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
 Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 
 
 The  first-bom  sons  of  light 
 Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see; 
 They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 
 
 The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 
 
 3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God; 
 O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 
 
 In  this  poor  stony  heart : 
 For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine} 
 This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine; 
 
 Be  mine  this  better  part. 
 
 4  0  that  I  could  forever  sit 
 With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 
 
 Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
 My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
 My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 
 
 To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 
 
 §  t)  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
 Recline  my  weaiy  head  upon 
 
 The  dear  Redeemer's  breast : 
 From  care  and  sin  and  sorrow  free> 
 'Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee' 
 
 My  everlasting  rest. 
 
SECTION    XII. 
 
 ENTIRE    SANCTIFICATION. 
 165.— p.  ni. 
 
 Perfect  love. 
 [Tune  No.  22.] 
 
 Ye  who  know  yonr  sins  forgiven, 
 
 And  are  happy  in  the  Lord, 
 Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise 
 
 Which  is  left  }Tou  in  his  word  ? 
 "  I  will  sprinkle  you  with  water, 
 
 I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin; 
 Sanctify,  and  make  you  holy ; 
 
 I  will  dwell  and  reign  within." 
 
 2  Though  yon  have  much  peace  and  comfort, 
 
 Greater  things  you  yet  shall  find ; 
 Freedom  from  unholy  tempers, 
 
 Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 
 To  procure  your  full  salvation, 
 
 Jesus  suffered,  groaned,  and  died: 
 0  behold  the  cleansing  fountain 
 
 Gushing  from  his  bleeding  side. 
 
 3  0  ye  tender  Lambs  of  Jesus, 
 
 Hear  your  heavenly  Father's  will ; 
 Claim  your  portion,  plead  his  promise, 
 
 And  he  surely  will  fulfill ; 
 Pray,  and  the  refining  fire 
 
 Will  come  streaming  from  above ; 
 Now  believe,  and  gain  the  blessing ; 
 
 Full  salvation,  perfect  love. 
 
134  CHOTIAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Coine,  my  brother,  come,  my  sister, 
 
 Seek,  O  seek  this  holy  state ; 
 None  but  holy  ones  can  enter, 
 
 Through  the  pure,  celestiai  gate : 
 Can  you  bear  the  thought  of  losing 
 
 All  the  joys  that  are  "above  ? 
 No,  my  brother,  no,  my  sister, 
 
 God  will  perfect  you  in  love. 
 
 5  May  a  mighty  sound  from  heaven 
 
 Suddenly  come  rushing  down ; 
 Cloven  tongues,  like  as  of  fire, 
 
 May  they  sit  on  all  around : — 
 On  the  soul  of  each  believer, 
 
 May  the  Holy  Ghost  come  down : 
 It  is  coming,  it  is  coming, 
 
 Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 166.  -  S.  M. 
 
 Now  the  God  of  peace  make  you  perfect  in  every  good  work* 
 
 O  come,  and  dwell  in  me, 
 
 Spirit  of  power  within, 
 And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
 From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin ! 
 
 t 
 2  The  seed  of  sin's  disease, 
 Spirit  of  health,  remove, — 
 Spirit  of  finished  holiness, 
 Spirit  of  perfect  love. 
 
 2  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
 
 Which  shall  my  sins  consume; 
 When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
 And  all  things  new  become. 
 
 4  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 
 
 That  all  I  do  is  right,— 
 According  to  thy  will  and  word, — 
 Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 
 
 5  I  ask  no  higher  state ; 
 
 Indulge  me  but  in  this, 
 And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
 To  my  eternal  bliss. 
 
ENTIRE    SANCTIFICATION.  135 
 
 167.  —  I..  M. 
 
 The  struggle  against  inbred  sin. 
 
 0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  pone ! 
 O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
 
 At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, — 
 To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
 
 2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
 
 Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
 Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
 
 3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
 
 And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 
 
 1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 
 Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
 
 4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  : 
 
 Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove ; 
 The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood 
 The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
 
 5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power 
 
 My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
 Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
 And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 
 
 1GS.  —  C.  Itt. 
 
 Let  this  mind  be  in  you,  which  loas  also  in  CJirist  Jesus. 
 
 O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
 
 A  heart  from  sin  set  free ;  — 
 A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
 
 So  freely  spilt  for  me :  — 
 
 2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
 
 My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
 Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, — 
 Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 
 
 3  0  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
 
 Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 
 Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
 From  Him  that  dwells  within ;  — 
 
136        '  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
 
 And  full  of  love  divine ; 
 Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
 A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 
 
 5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 
 
 Come  quickly  from  above ; 
 "Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart,— 
 Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 
 
 169 — C.  M. 
 
 Prayer  for  the  refining  fire. 
 
 My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
 And  will  not  quit  my  claim 
 
 Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine, 
 And  all  renew'd  I  am. 
 
 2  I  hold  thec  with  a  trembling  hand, 
 
 And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
 And  all  thy  goodness  know. 
 
 3  Jesus,  thine"  all-victorious  love, 
 
 Shed  in  my  heart  abroad : 
 Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
 Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 
 
 4  0  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
 
 Might  now  begin  to  glow ! 
 Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
 And  make  the  mountains  flow ! 
 
 5  0  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
 
 And  all  my  sins  consume  : 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, — 
 Spirit  of  burning,  come. 
 
 6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, — 
 
 Illuminate  my  soul ; 
 Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
 And  sanctify  the  whole. 
 
ENTIRE    SANCTIFICATION.  137 
 
 170.  —  C.  M. 
 
 A  courageous  struggle  for  purity. 
 0  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace, 
 
 Christ  shall  in  me  appear; 
 I,  even  I,  shall  ecc  his  face, — 
 
 I  shall  be  holy  here. 
 
 2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 
 
 To  me  reaeh'd  out  I  view : 
 Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seizo, 
 And  wear  it  as  my  due. 
 
 3  The  promised  laud,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
 
 I  now  exuit  to  see : 
 My  hope  is  full  (0  glorious  hope !) 
 Of  immortality. 
 
 4  He  visits  now  the  house  of  clay; 
 
 He  shakes  his  future  home : 
 O  would'st  thou.  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
 Into  thy  temple  come ! 
 
 5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel,  thou  art; 
 
 But  this  cannot  6ufflcc, 
 Unless  thou  plantcst  in  my  heart 
 A  constant  paradise. 
 
 6  My  earth  thou  wat'rest  from  on  high, 
 
 But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
 Spring  up,  O  Well,  I  ever  cry; 
 Spring  up  within  my  soul. 
 
 7  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal, 
 
 Fill  all  this  mighty  void : 
 Thou  only  cans*t  my  spirit  fill ; 
 Come,  0  my  God,  my  God ! 
 
 in — p.  in. 
 
 The  Canaan  of  perfect  love  in  view. 
 
 Oh,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
 It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 
 
 It  bears  on  eagle's  wings ; 
 It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste, 
 And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
 
 With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 
 
138  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Rejoicing  how  in  earnest  hope, 
 
 I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 
 
 See  all  the  land  below : 
 Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
 And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 
 
 In  endless  plenty  grow. 
 
 3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
 Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 
 
 With  every  blessing  blessed : 
 There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
 And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 
 
 And  everlasting  rest. 
 
 4  Oh  that  I  might  at  once  go  up ; 
 No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 
 
 But  now  the  land  possess : 
 This  moment  end  my  legal  years ; 
 Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 
 
 A  howling  wilderness. 
 
 ira.— r..  m. 
 
 Let  Mm  ash  in  faith,  nothing  wavering. 
 
 0  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace ! 
 
 0  all-atoning  Lamb  of  God ! 
 
 1  wait  to  see  thy  glorious  face ; 
 
 1  seek  redemption  in  thy  blood. 
 
 2  Now  in  thy  strength  I  strive  with  thee, 
 
 My  friend  and  advocate  with  God; 
 Give  me  the  glorious  liberty, 
 Grant  me  the  purchase  of  thy  blood. 
 
 3  Thou  art  the  anchor  of  my  hope ; 
 
 The  faithful  promise  I  receive : 
 Surely  thy  death  shall  raise  me  up, 
 For  thou  hast  died  that  I  might  live. 
 
 4  Satan,  with  all  his  arts,  no  more 
 
 Me  from  the  Gospel  hope  can  move ; 
 I  shall  receive  the  gracious  power, 
 And  find  the  pearl  of  perfect  love. 
 
ENTIRE    SANCTIFICATION.  139 
 
 5  My  flesh,  which  cries, — It  cannot  be, 
 Shall  silence  keep  before  the  Lord; 
 And  earth  and  hell  and  sin  shall  flee 
 At  Jesus'  everlasting  word. 
 
 173.  — P.  M. 
 
 Self-dedication. 
 
 Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, — 
 He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
 His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
 The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 
 
 2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went,  — 
 The  road  that  leads  from  banishment,— 
 The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
 
 I  '11  go ;  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
 And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
 My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
 Because  I  was  not  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 : 
 
 Only  my  sin  have  I  got  to  give, 
 Only  thy  love  shall  I  receive. 
 
 6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
 How  dear  a  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
 I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
 And  say,  —  Behold  the  way  to  God. 
 
 174 — Ii.  BI. 
 
 If  thou  wilt,  thou  canst  make  me  clean. 
 
 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. 
 
140  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 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. 
 
 175 — Ii.  M. 
 
 Christ,  my  icisdom,  sanctification,  and  redemption* 
 
 God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power, 
 Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
 
 Or  turn'd  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,  0  whither  shall  I  fly, 
 
 But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast  ? 
 Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
 And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 
 
 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  J  my  heaven  may  find, — 
 The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 
 
ENTIRE     SANCTIFICATION.  141 
 
 176. -I..  M. 
 
 Twill  deliver  thee,  and  thou  shall  glorify  me. 
 
 God  of  all  power  and  truth  and  grace, 
 Which  shall  from  age  to  age  endure ; 
 
 Whose  word,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass, 
 Remain,  and  stands  forever  sure  : 
 
 2  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 
 
 That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see, 
 Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
 And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 
 
 3  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 
 
 From  doubt  and  fear  and  sorrow  free; 
 The  mind  which  was  in  Christ  impart, 
 And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 
 
 4  O  that  I  now,  from  sin  released, 
 
 Thy  word  may  to  the  utmost  prove; 
 Enter  into  the  promised  rest, — 
 The  Canaan  of  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 177-P.  M. 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 [Tune  No.  23.] 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb,  glory  to  the  Lamb,  glory  to  the 
 
 Lamb. 
 The  world  is  overcome  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
 The  world  is  overcome  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
 
 2  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 My  sins  are  washed  away  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 3  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 The  devil's  overcome  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 4  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 I  've  washed  my  garments  white  in  the  blood  of  the 
 Lamb. 
 
 5  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 I  've  lost  the  fear  of  death,  through  the  blood  of  the 
 Lamb. 
 
142  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 The  martyrs  overcame  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 7  Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
 
 I  hope  to  gain  tho  skies,  through  the  blood  of  the 
 Lamb. 
 
 17S — P.  M. 
 
 I  will  never  leave  thee,  nor  forsake  thee. 
 
 But  can  it  be  that  I  should  prove 
 Forever  faithful  to  thy  love, — 
 
 From  sin  forever  cease  ? 
 I  thank  thee  for  the  blessed  hope; 
 It  lifts  my  drooping  spirits  up, 
 
 It  gives  me  back  my  peace. 
 
 2  In  thee,  O  Lord,  I  put  my  trust; 
 Mighty  and  merciful  and  just, 
 
 Thy  sacred  word  is  past ; 
 And  I,  who  dare  thy  word  believe, 
 "Without  committing  sin,  shall  live, 
 
 And  serve  thee  to  the  last. 
 
 3  I  rest  in  thine  almighty  power: 
 The  name  of  Jesus  is  my  tower, 
 
 That  hides  my  life  above. 
 Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  my  helper  be ; 
 My  confidence  is  all  in  thee, 
 
 The  faithful  God  of  love. 
 
 4  While  still  to  thee  for  help  I  call, 
 Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  fall ; 
 
 Thou  wilt  not  let  me  sin  : 
 And  thou  shalt  give  me  power  to  pray, 
 Till  all  my  sin  is  purged  away, 
 
 And  all  thy  mind  brought  in. 
 
 5  "Wherefore,  in  never-ceasing  prayer, 
 My  soul  to  thy  continual  care 
 
 I  faithfully  commend ; 
 Assured  that  thou  through  life  wilt  save ; 
 And  show  thyself,  beyond  the  grave, 
 
 My  everlasting  Friend. 
 
ENTIRE    SA.NCriFICA.TION'.  143 
 
 179. -S.  M. 
 
 Create  in  me  a  clean  heart. 
 
 Father,  I  dare  believe 
 
 Thee  merciful  and  true : 
 Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive,— 
 
 My  fallen  soul  renew. 
 
 2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 
 And  bid  my  heart  be  clean ; 
 An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, — 
 An  end  of  all  my  sin. 
 
 3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart, 
 
 But  by  believing  thee, 
 And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
 The  spotless  purity. 
 
 4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
 
 Jesus,  the  grace  bestow ; 
 Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
 And  I  am  white  as  snow. 
 
 ISO.  — C.  K. 
 
 Complete  conformity  to  Christ. 
 
 Jesus,  my  life,  thyself  apply, 
 Thy  Holy  Spirit  breathe ; 
 
 My  vile  affections  crucify, 
 Conform  me  to  thy  death. 
 
 2  More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 
 
 As  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
 Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 
 That  I  with  thee  may  rise. 
 
 3  Itefcn  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  control, 
 
 Who  would  not  own  thy  sway ; 
 Diffuse  thine  image  through  my  soul, 
 Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 
 
 4  Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 
 
 And  seal  me  thine  abode ! 
 0  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
 A  temple  built  by  God. 
 
144  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 181.  — S.  M. 
 
 Importunate  cry  for  help. 
 
 Stilt,  stir  me  up  to  strive 
 With  thee  in  strength  divine ; 
 
 And  every  moment,  Lord,  revive 
 This  fainting  soul  of  mine. 
 
 2  Persist  to  save  my  soul 
 
 Throughout  the  fiery  hour, 
 Till  I  am  every  whit  made  whole, 
 And  show  forth  all  thy  power. 
 
 3  Through  fire  and  water  bring 
 
 Into  the  wealthy  place ; 
 And  teach  me  the  new  song  to  sing, 
 ♦     "When  perfected  in  grace. 
 
 4  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 
 
 Before  I  hence  remove ; 
 Settle,  confirm,  and  'stablish  me, 
 And  build  me  up  in  love. 
 
 5  Let  me  thy  witness  live, 
 
 When  sin  is  all  destroyed; 
 And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
 And  take  me  home  to  God. 
 
 183.  —  P.  M. 
 
 The  blessings  of  the  new  covenant  sought. 
 
 0  God,  most  merciful  and  true, 
 Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart; 
 
 'Stablish  with  me  the  cov'nant  new, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
 
 2  To  real  holiness  restored, 
 
 O  let  me  gain  the  Saviour's  mind ; 
 And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 
 Fulness  of  life-eternal  find. 
 
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 3  Remember,  Lord,  my  sins  no  more, 
 
 That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ;  * 
 But,  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore, 
 With  speechless  wonder  at  thy  feet. 
 
 4  O'erwhelm'd  with  thy  stupendous  grace, 
 
 I  shall  not  in  thy  presence  move ; 
 But  breathe  unutterable  praise, 
 And  rapt'rous  awe,  and  silent  love. 
 
 5  Then  every  murm'ring  thought,  and  vain, 
 
 Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost : 
 I  cannot  of  my  cross  complain, — 
 I  cannot  of  my  goodness  boast. 
 
 6  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
 
 My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide ; 
 And  glory  give  to  God  alone,  — 
 My  God  forever  pacified. 
 
 183.— Ii.  M, 
 
 The  joyful  rest  of  faith. 
 
 0  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
 
 On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
 "Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
 
 And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
 
 2  0  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  *T  is  done,  —  the  great  transaction  's  done ; 
 
 I  am  my  Load's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
 He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 
 
 Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 
 
 4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 
 
 Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
 Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart : 
 With  him  of  every  good  possess'd. 
 
 5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
 
 That  vow  renewe'd  shall  daily  hear, 
 Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
 And  bless,  in  death,  a  bond  so  dear. 
 
146  CHOTiAL    ECHOES. 
 
 184.— p.m. 
 
 A  prayer  for  the  second  blessing. 
 
 Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
 
 Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 
 
 All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
 Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 
 
 Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
 Visit  us  with  thy  salvation ; 
 
 Enter  every  trembling  heart. 
 
 2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
 
 Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
 Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit; 
 
 Let  us  find  a  second  rest. 
 Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning ; 
 
 Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 
 End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 
 
 Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
 
 3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
 
 Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
 Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
 
 Never  more  thy  temples  leave : 
 Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
 
 Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 
 Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
 
 Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation ; 
 
 Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
 Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 
 
 Perfectly  restored  in  thee : 
 Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 
 
 Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place,— 
 Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
 
 Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
 
SECTION   XIII. 
 
 PRAYER  AND  WATCHFULNESS. 
 
 185 — c.  in. 
 
 Pray  without  ceasing. 
 
 Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 
 
 In  this  our  evil  day ; 
 To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
 
 The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, — 
 
 Long  as  the  cross  we  bear,— 
 0  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
 In  never-ceasing  prayer. 
 
 3  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart ; 
 
 Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 
 Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart,  — 
 I  will  not  let  thee  go ;  — 
 
 4  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 
 
 Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me ; 
 With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 
 And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
 
 5  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top 
 Behold  thy  open  face ; 
 Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallow'd  up, 
 And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 
 
148  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 186.  — P.  BK. 
 
 All  my  springs  are  in  thee. 
 
 Help,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
 And  still  my  tempted  soul  stand  by, 
 
 Throughout  the  evil  day ; 
 The  sacred  watchfulness  impart, 
 And  keep  the  issues  of  my  heart, 
 
 And  stir  me  up  to  pray. 
 
 2  My  soul,  with  thy  whole  armor  arm ; 
 In  each  approach  of  sin,  alarm, 
 
 And  show  the  danger  near : 
 Surround,  sustain,  and  strengthen  me, 
 And  fill  with  godly  jealousy 
 
 And  sanctifying  fear. 
 
 3  Whene'er  my  careless  hands  hang  down, 
 O  let  me  see  thy  gath'ring  frown, 
 
 And  feel  thy  warning  eye ; 
 And  starting,  cry,  from  ruin's  blink,  — 
 Save,  Jesus,  or  I  yield,  I  sink ; 
 
 0  save  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 4  If  near  the  pit  I  rashly  stray, 
 Before  I  Wholly  fall  away, 
 
 The  keen  conviction  dart; 
 Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, — 
 That  kind,  upbraiding  glance,  which  broke 
 
 Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 
 
 5  In  me  thine  utmost  mercy  show, 
 And  make  me,  like  thyself  below, 
 
 Unblamable  in  grace ; 
 Ready  prepared  and  fitted  here, 
 By  perfect  holiness,  to  appear 
 
 Before  thy  glorious  face. 
 
 187.  — C.  BE. 
 For  a  tender  conscience. 
 
 1  want  a  principle  within, 
 Of  jealous,  godly  fear : 
 
 A  sensibility  of  sin, — 
 A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 
 
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 I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 
 
 Of  pride,  or  fond  desire ; 
 To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
 
 And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 
 
 2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
 
 No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
 The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
 
 The  tender  conscience  give. 
 Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
 
 O  God,  my  conscience  make ; 
 Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
 
 And  keep  it  still  awake. 
 
 188.  — s.  m. 
 Wants. 
 
 I  want  a  sober  mind, 
 
 A  self-renouncing  will, 
 That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind, 
 
 The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 
 A  soul  inured  to  pain, 
 
 To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss; 
 Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 
 
 The  consecrated  cross. 
 
 2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 
 
 A  quick-discerning  eye, 
 That  looks  to  thee  Avhen  sin  is  near, 
 
 And  sees  the  tempter  fly : 
 A  spirit  still  prepared, 
 
 And  arm'd  with  jealous  care; 
 Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
 
 And  watching  unto  prayer. 
 
 3  I  want  a  heart  to  pray,  — 
 
 To  pray,  and  never  cease: 
 Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
 
 Nor  wish  my  suff'rings  less. 
 This  blessing,  above  all,  — 
 
 Always  to  pray,  —  I  want ; 
 Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
 
 And  never,  never  faint. 
 
150  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 1  want  a  true  regard, 
 
 A  single,  steady  aim, — 
 Unmoved  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
 
 To  thee  and  thy  great  name ; 
 A  jealous,  just  concern, 
 
 For  thine  immortal  praise ; 
 A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 
 
 And  glorify  thy  grace. 
 
 189.  — S.  At. 
 
 Fidelity. 
 
 A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
 
 A  God  to  glorify ; 
 A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
 
 And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
 To  serve  the  present  age, 
 
 My  calling  to  fulfill,— 
 0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
 
 To  do  my  Master's  will. 
 
 2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
 
 As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
 And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
 
 A  strict  account  to  give. 
 Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
 
 And  on  thyself  rely, 
 Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
 
 I  shall  forever  die. 
 
 190. -P.  M. 
 
 The  prevalence  of  prayer. 
 
 Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
 But  confident  in  self-despair; 
 
 Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak ; 
 Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer: 
 
 Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
 
 And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 
 
 2  'T  is  Love !  't  is  Love !  thou  diedst  for  me 
 I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
 The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee; 
 Pure,  universal  Love  thou  art : 
 
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 To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move,  — 
 Thy  nature  aud  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God ;  the  grace 
 
 Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
 Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face ; 
 
 I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
 In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove; 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 4  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, — 
 
 Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend : 
 Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
 
 But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end : 
 Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove; 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 191 — S.  M. 
 
 Evening  Hymn. 
 
 The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
 The  evening  shades  appear ; 
 
 O  may  we  all  remember  well 
 The  night  of  death  draws  near. 
 
 2  W"e  lay  our  garments  by, 
 
 Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
 So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
 Of  what  we  here  possess. 
 
 3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
 
 Secure  from  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  "When  all  our  days  are  past, 
 
 And  we  from  time  remove, 
 0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
 The  bosom  of  thy  love. 
 
152  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 192.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  bower  of  prayer. 
 
 To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbors  to  part, 
 And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my  heart, 
 Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself,  for  a  day, 
 From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I  've  chosen  to  pray, 
 I've  chosen  to  pray. 
 
 2  Sweet  bower,  where  the   pine  and  the  poplar  have 
 
 spread, 
 And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head ; 
 How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
 And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 
 
 3  The  early,  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale, 
 That  dwelt  in  my  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell 
 To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
 Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 
 
 4  T'  was  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant  grove, 
 That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove ; 
 Presented  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
 
 Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray. 
 
 5  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  with  the  pine, 
 The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine! 
 
 But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
 The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 
 
 5  For  Jesus  my  Saviour  has  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
 And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat; 
 Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there, 
 Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer. 
 
 7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  thee,  and  bid  thee  adieu, 
 And  pay  my  devotions  in  climes  that  are  new : 
 Well  knowing  that  Jesus  presides  everywhere, 
 And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 
 
 193.  — S.  M. 
 
 /  will  write  my  law  in  their  heart. 
 
 The  thing  my  God  doth  hate, 
 
 That  I  no  more  may  do, 
 Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
 
 And  all  my  soul  renew : 
 
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 2  My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine, 
 Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
 And,  sanctified  by  love  divine, 
 Forever  cease  from  sin. 
 
 3  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
 
 Jesus,  to  me  impart ; 
 The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
 0  write  it  on  my  heart ! 
 
 4  Implant  it  deep  within, 
 
 Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove,  — 
 The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 
 The  perfect  law  of  love. 
 
 5  Thy  nature  be  my  law,  — 
 
 Thy  spotless  sanctity ; 
 And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
 My  happy  soul  to  thee. 
 
 6  Soul  of  my  soul,  remain ! 
 
 Who  didst  for  all  fulfill, 
 In  me,  O  Lord,  fulfill  again 
 Thy  heavenly  Father's  will. 
 
 194 — P.  M. 
 
 Search  me,  O  God,  and  know  my  heart. 
 
 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  follow'd,  with  a  heart  sincere, 
 
 Thy  drawings  from  above ; 
 Now,  now  the  further  grace  bestow, 
 And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know 
 
 Thy  sweet,  forgiving  love. 
 
154  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 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  ? 
 
 6  What  e'er  obstructs  thy  pard'ning  lore, 
 Or  sin  or  righteousness  remove, 
 
 Thy  glory  to  display ; 
 My  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
 And  now  absolve  me  from  my  sins, 
 
 And  take  them  all  away. 
 
 6  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 ! 
 
 195.— P.M. 
 
 Rock  of  ages. 
 
 Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 
 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
 
 Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
 
 From  thy  wounded  side  which  flWd, 
 
 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  the  cross  I  cling. 
 
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 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. 
 
 196 — S.  I»I. 
 Be  ye  stedfast. 
 My  soul  be  on  thy  guard; 
 Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
 The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
 To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
 
 2  O  watch  and  fight  and  pray ; 
 
 The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
 Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
 And  help  divine  implore. 
 
 3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
 
 Nor  lay  thine  armor  down : 
 The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
 Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 
 
 4  Then  persevere,  till  death 
 
 Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
 He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
 To  his  divine  abode. 
 
 197.  — C.  M. 
 
 My  voice  shalt  thou  hear  in  the  morning. 
 Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
 
 My  voice  ascending  high  : 
 To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, — 
 To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 
 
 2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone, 
 
 To  plead  for  all  his  saints ; 
 Presenting,  at  the  Father's  throne, 
 Our  songs  and  our  complaint?. 
 
 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. 
 
156  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 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. 
 
 198.  — P.  M. 
 
 A  parting  blessing  sought. 
 
 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  the  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
 May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
 In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 
 
 May  thy  presence 
 Evermore  with  us  be  found. 
 
 3  So,  when  e'er  the  signal 's  given, 
 
 Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 
 Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
 Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay : 
 
 May  we  ready 
 Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day. 
 
SECTION    XIV 
 
 CHRISTIAN  UNION  AND  COMMUNION. 
 
 199.  — P.  M. 
 
 That  they  all  may  be  one. 
 [Tune  No.  25.] 
 
 From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
 That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love ! 
 
 It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
 As  distance  and  time  can 't  remove. 
 
 2  It  can  not  in  Eden  be  found, 
 
 Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost : 
 It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
 And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 
 
 3  My  friends  are  s©  dear  unto  me, 
 
 Our  hearts  so  united  in  love  : 
 Where  Jesus  has  gone,  we  shall  be, 
 In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 
 
 4  0  why,  then,  so  loth  now  to  part, 
 
 Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 
 Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
 At  distance  we  can  not  remain. 
 
 5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  Cay, 
 
 And  join  with  the  angels  above; 
 And  leaving  these  bodies  of  clay, 
 Unite  with  our  Saviour  in  love, 
 
 6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign ; 
 
 We  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see, 
 And  sing,  Hallelujah,  Amen ; 
 Amen,  even  so  let  it  be ! 
 
158  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 200. -P.  M. 
 
 The  union  band. 
 Oh,  we  're  a  band  of  brethren  dear, 
 I  will  be  in  this  band,  hallelujah ! 
 Who  live  as  pilgrim  strangers  here, 
 
 1  will  be  in  this  band,  Hallelujah! 
 Hallelujah,  hallelujah ! 
 
 I  will  be  in  this  band,  Hallelujah ! 
 
 2  The  prophets  and  apostles  too, 
 
 All  belonged  to  this  band,  hallelujah. 
 And  all  God's  children  here  below, 
 I  will  be  in  this  band,  hallelujah 
 
 3  King  David  on  his  throne  of  state,  He  belonged,  &c. 
 And  Lazarus  at  the  rich  man's  gate,  He  belonged,  &c. 
 
 4  We  're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above.    I  will,  &c. 
 To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love.    I  will,  &c. 
 
 5  The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear,  I  will,  &c. 
 
 The  conqueror's  palm  our  hands  shall  bear.    I  will,  &C. 
 
 6  Oh,  glorious  hope  —  oh,  blest  abode,  I  will,  &c. 
 We  shall  be  near  and  like  our  Lord.  I  will,  &c. 
 
 /  A  little  longer  here  below,  I  will,  &c. 
 
 Then  home  to  glory  we  shall  go.    I  will,  &c. 
 8  Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear,  I  will,  &c. 
 
 We  soon  shall  meet  together  there.    I  will,  &c. 
 
 201.  — P.  RE. 
 
 When  shall  we  meet  again, 
 [Tune  No.  26.] 
 
 When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
 
 Meet  ne'er  to  sever ! 
 When  will  peace  wreath  her.  chain 
 
 Round  us  forever  ? 
 Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
 Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  woes,  — 
 
 Never,  no,  never. 
 
 2  When  shall  love  freely  flow, 
 
 Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
 When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 
 Changeless  forever  ? 
 
CHRISTIAN    UNION    AND    COMMUNION.     159 
 
 When  joys  celestial  thrill, 
 When  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
 And  fears  of  parting  chill, — 
 Never,  no,  never. 
 
 3  Up  to  that  world  of  light, 
 
 Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
 May  we  all  there  unite, 
 
 Happy  forever ! 
 Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
 There  may  our  music  swell, 
 And  time  our  joys  dispel, 
 
 Never,  no,  never. 
 
 4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 
 Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
 
 Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
 
 Round  us  forever : 
 Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
 Secure  from  worldly  foes ; 
 Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 
 Never,  no,  never. 
 
 202 P.  UK. 
 
 The  mote  and  beam. 
 
 Christian  love  has  no  pretenses; 
 
 Kind  to  all,  severe  with  some: 
 If  there  still  should  be  offences, 
 
 Woe  to  him  by  whom  they  come 
 "  Judge  not  that  ye  be  not  judged," 
 
 Is  the  counsel  Jesus  gave : 
 And  the  measure  you  have  given, 
 
 Just  the  same  you  shall  receive. 
 
 2  Jesus  says,  be  meek  and  lowly : 
 
 For  't  is  I  must  be  your  judge. 
 If  I  would  be  pure  and  holy, 
 
 I  must  love  without  a  grudge. 
 It  requires  a  constant  labor, 
 
 All  his  precepts  to  obey : 
 If  I  truly  love  my  neighbor, 
 
 Then  I'm  in  the  holy  way. 
 
160  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Once  I  said  unto  another, 
 
 In  thine  eye  there  is  a  mote : 
 If  thou  art  a  friend,  a  brother, 
 
 Hold,  and  I  will  pull  it  out: 
 But  I  could  not  get  it  fairly, 
 
 For  my  Bight  was  very  dim : 
 When  I  came  to  see  more  clearly, 
 
 In  mine  eye  there  was  a  beam. 
 
 4  If  I  love  my  brother  dearly, 
 
 And  his  mote  I  would  erase, 
 Then  my  light  must  shine  most  clearly, 
 
 For  the  eye  's  a  tender  place. 
 Others  I  have  eft  reproved, 
 
 For  a  little  simple  mote ; 
 Now  I  wish  the  beam  removed ! 
 
 0  that  tears  might  wash  it  out. 
 
 5  Charity  and  love  prevailing, 
 
 Give  to  all  a  clearer  light, 
 "When  I  saw  my  brother's  failing, 
 
 1  was  not  exactly  right. 
 
 Now  I  '11  leave  all  further  trouble ; 
 
 Jesus'  love  shall  be  my  theme : 
 Little  motes  are  but  a  bubble, 
 
 When  I  think  upon  the  beam. 
 
 203.— C.  BE. 
 
 Sear  ye  one  another's  burdens. 
 
 Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
 
 Of  every  sinful  heart : 
 Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
 
 O  bid  it  all  depart. 
 
 2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 
 
 Leave  us  not  comfortless ; 
 But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
 Of  everlasting  peace. 
 
 3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
 
 Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 
 
 Lot  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
 
 And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
 
CHRISTIAN    UNION    AND    COMMUNION.     161 
 
 4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up ; 
 
 Our  little  stock  improve ; 
 Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
 And  perfect  us  in  love. 
 
 5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 
 
 Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
 Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
 And  spotless  here  below. 
 
 6  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 
 
 Receive  thy  ready  bride : 
 Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
 With  all  the  sanctified. 
 
 204.  — P.  M. 
 
 Sweet  Home. 
 
 Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
 How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints ! 
 To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
 And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 
 Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 
 
 2  An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
 
 I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures  to  trace, 
 In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
 Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 3  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away : 
 They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay; 
 Butpleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, — 
 Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false-glowing  charms ! 
 The  Saviour  invites  me,  —  I'll  go  to  his  ai-ms; 
 At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 
 0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home. 
 
 11 
 
162  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 205 — 1».  in. 
 
 Songs  in  the  Jiouse  of  our  pilgrimage. 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
 As  we  journe3r  lot  tcs  sing ; 
 Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
 Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
 
 2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
 In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 
 They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
 Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
 
 3  O  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad ; 
 Christ  our  Advocate  is  made : 
 Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes,  — 
 Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
 
 4  Fear  not,  brethren,  jevful  stand 
 On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
 Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
 Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 
 
 5  Lord !  obediently  we  '11  go, 
 Gladly  leaving  all  below : 
 Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
 And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 
 
 206.  — P.  M. 
 
 We  will  pray  for  our  brother,  we  will  pray, 
 [Tune  No.  27.] 
 
 We  will  pray  for  our  brother,  we  will  pray : 
 You  are  not  alone,  my  brother,  in  the  way ; 
 The  Saviour  by  your  side,  and  the  Bible  for  your  guide, 
 If  you  live  by  faith  and  prayer  every  day. 
 Chorus: — 
 We  will  pray,  and  we  '11  press  on  till  we  all  get  home ! 
 
 2  We  will  pray  for  our  sister,  we  will  pray : 
 Tho'  you  meet  with  many  trials  on  your  way : 
 If  you  sit  at  Jesus'  feet,  and  like  Mary  often  seek, 
 You  will  find  his  promise  sure  every  day. 
 Chorus: — 
 
CHRISTIAN    UNION    AND    COMMUNION.       163 
 
 3  We  've  come  out  as  volunteers  for  the  Lord, 
 And  many  are  the  battles  we  will  tight 
 
 For  to  obtain  the  crown,  wc  have  the  race  to  run, 
 If  we  thus  obtain  the  crown  it  will  all  be  bright. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Then  together  in  faith  let  us  pray ; 
 
 For  by  faith  and  prayer  we  get  the  victory, 
 Although  it  may  appear,  that  we  have  no  Saviour  near, 
 *     Yet  to  us  a  present  help  in  need  he  '11  be. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 207.  — P.  M. 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus. 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 All  who  lead  his  host ! 
 Crowned  with  the  splendors  of  the  Holy  Ghost: 
 Shrink  from  no  foe,  to  no  temptations  yield, 
 Urge  on  the  triumphs  of  this  glorious  held. 
 Chorus : — 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 
 2  Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 Ye  of  every  name ! 
 
 All  one  in  prayer,  and  all  with  praise  aflame ! 
 Forget  the  sad  estrangement  of  the  past, 
 With  one  consent  in  love  aud  peace  at  last. 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus' 
 
 3  Stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 
 Lo !  at  God's  right  hand, 
 Jesus  himself  for  us  delights  to  stand ! 
 Let  saints  and  sinners  wonder  at  his  grace, — 
 Let  Jews  and  Gentiles  blend,  and  all  our  race 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus  1 
 
 308.-I..  M. 
 
 United  in  Clerist. 
 Ye  diff'rent  sects,  who  all  declare, 
 "Lo,  here  is  Christ,"  or  "  Christ  is  there." 
 Your  stronger  proofs  divinely  give, 
 And  show  me  where  the  Christians  live. 
 
164  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Your  claim,  alas !  ye  cannot  prove ; 
 Ye  want  the  genuine  mark  of  love : 
 Thou  only,  Lord,  thine  own  canst  show; 
 For  sure  thou  hast  a  church  below. 
 
 3  The  gates  of  hell  shall  not  prevail ; 
 The  church  on  earth  can  never  fail : 
 Ah !  join  me  to  thy  secret  ones : 
 Ah !  gather  all  thy  living  stones. 
 
 4  Scatter'd  o'er  all  the  earth  they  lie, 
 Till  thou  collect  them  with  thine  eye ; 
 Draw  by  the  music  of  thy  name, 
 And  charm  into  a  beauteous  frame. 
 
 5  For  this  the  pleading  Spirit  groans, 
 And  cries  in  all  thy  banish'd  ones, 
 Greatest  of  giftsfc  thy  love  impart, 
 And  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
 
 200.  — P.  M. 
 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
 [Tune  No.  28.] 
 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
 Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
 Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire ; 
 
 Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
 
 Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 2  Tho'  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
 Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky ; 
 
 Tho'  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
 Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 
 And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
 Oft  shall  we  all  meet  again. 
 
 3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
 When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
 
 When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
 Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid; 
 Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
 There  may  we  all  meet  again. 
 
SECTION    XV. 
 
 TRUST  IN  PROVIDENCE. 
 
 210.— Ii.  M. 
 
 The  rest  of  faith. 
 
 How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round? 
 
 Forever  be  thy  name  adored ; 
 I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
 
 The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 
 
 2  Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 
 
 A  suff 'ring  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,  begone : 
 
 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. 
 
166  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'st  to  take, 
 In  time  and  in  eternity ; 
 Thou  never,  never  wilt  forsake 
 The  helpless  worm  that  trusts  in  thee. 
 
 311  —  P.  M. 
 
 We  joy  in  tribulation. 
 
 Head  of  the  Church  triumphant, 
 
 We  joyfully  adore  thee ; 
 Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 
 
 Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory : 
 We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
 
 With  blest  anticipation ; 
 And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 
 
 The  praise  of  our  salvation. 
 
 2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
 
 And  passing  through  the  fire, 
 Thy  love  we  praise  which  knows  no  days, 
 
 And  every  brings  us  nigher : 
 We  clap  our  hands,  exulting 
 
 In  thine  almighty  favor : 
 The  love  divine  which  made  us  thine, 
 
 Can  keep  us  thine  forever. 
 
 3  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
 
 Through  torrents  of  temptation ; 
 Nor  will  we  fear,  while  thou  art  near, 
 
 The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
 The  world  with  sin  and  Satan, 
 
 In  vain  our  march  opposes ; 
 By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 
 
 And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 
 
 4  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 
 
 To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us ; 
 The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize 
 
 Which  thou  hast  set  before  us : 
 And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
 
 We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
 Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 
 
 To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 
 
TRUST    IN    PROVIDENCE.  167 
 
 213.  —  Ij.  M. 
 
 Evening  Devotion. 
 Glory  to  thee,  ray  God,  this  night, 
 For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
 Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
 Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
 The  ills  which  I  this  day  have  done; 
 That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
 I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
 The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
 Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
 Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 
 
 4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 
 
 And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close; 
 Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
 To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 
 
 5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
 The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care : 
 
 Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
 To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love, 
 
 213.  — S.  BE. 
 
 Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child. 
 Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child ; 
 
 Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed ; 
 Go,  gentle  spirit,  meek  and  mild, 
 
 With  blessings  on  thy  head. 
 Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand. 
 
 Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid ; 
 Haste  from  this  fearful,  dying  land, 
 
 Where  flowers  but  bloom  to  fade. 
 
 2  Before  thy  heart  might  learn 
 
 In  waywardness  to  stray ; 
 Before  thy  feet  found  time  to  turn 
 
 The  dark  and  downward  way ; 
 Ere  sin  might  wound  thy  heart, 
 
 Or  sorrow  wake  the  tear, 
 Rise  to  thy  home  of  endless  rest, 
 
 In  yon  celestial  sphere. 
 
168  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 
 
 Thy  lips  and  eyes  so  bright ; 
 Because  thy  little  cradle  care 
 
 Was  such  a  fond  delight : 
 Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace, 
 
 Thy  heavenward  flight  detain  ? 
 No !  blessed  angel,  seek  thy  place, 
 
 Amid  yon  cherub  train. 
 
 314.  — C.  M. 
 
 Tliey  shall  return  and  come  to  Zion. 
 Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
 
 Exalt  thy  fallen  head ; 
 Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, — 
 
 He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 
 
 2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
 
 Thy  beautiful  array ; 
 The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length,  — 
 The  Lord's  appointed  day. 
 
 3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 
 
 And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
 Say  to  the  south,  —  Give  up  thy  charge, 
 And,  —  Keep  not  back,  O  north ! 
 
 4  They  come,  they  come :  thine  exiled  bands, 
 
 Where  'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
 Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
 And  hasten  to  their  home. 
 
 5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
 
 And  God  his  works  destroy, 
 With  songs  thy  ransom'd  shall  return, 
 And  everlasting  joy. 
 
 315 — P.  M. 
 
 Therefore,  for  thy  name's  sake,  lead  me  and  guide  me. 
 
 [Tune  No.  29.] 
 Send  kindly  light,  amid  th'  encircling  gloom, 
 
 And  lead  me  on ; 
 The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home : 
 
 Lead  thou  me  on  ! 
 Keep  thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
 The  distant  scene ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 
 
TEtfST    IN    PROVIDENCE.  169 
 
 2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 
 
 Should'st  lead  me  on ; 
 I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  now 
 
 Lead  thou  me  on  ! 
 I  lov'd  day's  dazzling  light,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
 Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years ! 
 
 3  So  long  thy  power  hath  blessed  me,  surely  still 
 
 'T  will  lead  me  on 
 Thro'  dreary  doubt,  this  pain  and  sorrow,  till 
 
 The  night  be  gone ; 
 And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile, 
 Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 
 
 216 — V.HtK 
 
 'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 
 [Tune  No.  30.] 
 On  every  sunny  mountain, 
 
 In  every  gloomy  dell, 
 "What  e'er  the  robe  that  wraps  the  heart, 
 'T  is  with  the  righteous  well ! 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 'Tis  well,  'tis  well, 
 
 'T  is  with  the  righteous  well ; 
 
 In  pleasure's  light,  and  sorrow's  night 
 
 'T  is  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 2  What  words  of  holy  comfort ! 
 
 Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
 Within  the  vale,  and  o'er  the  flood, 
 'T  is  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  Tho'  dripping  clouds  may  gather, 
 
 And  grief  the  bosom  swell, 
 The  trusting  heart  will  ever  sing,  — 
 T  is  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  And  when  the  strife  is  over, 
 
 And  hushed  the  solemn  knell, 
 Within  the  gates  around  the  throne 
 'T  is  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
170  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 217.  — P.  M. 
 
 Our  Father  at  the  helm. 
 
 TiiOUGH  fierce  the  howling  winds  may  blow, 
 "While  o'er  life's  raging  sea  we  go, 
 And  heave  our  vessels  to  and  fro, 
 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm ; 
 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm ; 
 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 2  Though  lying-to  with  close-reefed  sail, 
 "While  on  us  beats  the  furious  gale, 
 Oar  child-like  faith  will  never  fail : 
 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 3  Though  mountains  on  huge  mountains  rise, 
 And  toss  us  upward  to  the  skies, 
 
 "While  many  a  sea  quite  o'er  us  flies : 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 4  Though  down  we  plunge  deep  in  the  wave, 
 All  threatened  with  a  watery  grave, 
 
 It  cheers  our  hearts  that  God  can  save: 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 5  Should  tempests  rage  from  day  to  day, 
 And  sweep  our  towering  masts  away, 
 "We'll  quiet  sit,  and,  smiling,  say: 
 
 Our  Father  's  at  the  helm. 
 
 6  Let  wicked  men  and  devils  fear, 
 "While,  viewing  death  and  judgment  near, 
 The  child  can  sing,  without  a  fear : 
 
 Our  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 7  O  blessed  consolation  given 
 
 To  saints  while  o'er  life's  ocean  driven, 
 To  guide  their  bark  and  bring  to  heaven— 
 Their  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
 8  Then  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs ; 
 This  stormy  voyage  will  not  be  long; 
 But  soon  we  '11  join  the  ransomed  throng : 
 
 For  Father 's  at  the  helm. 
 
TEUST    IN    PROVIDENCE.  171 
 
 218. -P.  M. 
 
 Hide  me  under  the  shadoro  of  thy  icing. 
 
 [Tune  No.  31.] 
 
 Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining; 
 Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining : 
 Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light; 
 Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  in  the  night : 
 From  the  fall  of  the  shade,  till  the  morning  bells  chime, 
 Shield  me  from  danger,  and  save  me  from  crime ; 
 Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord. 
 Amen. 
 
 2  Father  in  heaven !  O  hear  when  we  call,  — 
 Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all; 
 Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  thy  might : 
 In  doubting  and  darkness,  thy  love  be  our  light; 
 Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night-taper  burns ; 
 Wake  in  thine  arms  when  the  morning  returns ; 
 Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ.    Amen. 
 
 219 — P.  M. 
 
 Thou  shalt  guide  me  with  thy  counsel,  and  afterward  receive 
 me  to  glory. 
 
 [Tune  No.  32.] 
 
 My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
 Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary : 
 
 Saviour  divine, 
 Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
 Take  all  my  guilt  away : 
 O  let  me  from  this  day 
 
 Be  wholly  thine. 
 
 2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
 Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 
 
 My  zeal  inspire ; 
 As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
 O  may  my  love  to  thee 
 Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, — 
 
 A  living  fire. 
 
172  CHOEAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  "While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
 And  griefs  around  me  spread, 
 
 Be  thou  my  guide ; 
 Bid  darkness  turn  to  day; 
 Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
 
 From  thee  aside. 
 
 4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream; 
 When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
 
 Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
 Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
 Fear  and  distress  remove ; 
 O,  bear  me  safe  above, — 
 
 A  ransom'd  soul. 
 
 220.  —  P.  in. 
 
 Commit  thy  way  unto  the  Lord, 
 
 Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 
 
 I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
 Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 
 
 Bread  of  heaven, 
 Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
 
 2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
 
 Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
 Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
 Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 
 
 Strong  Deliv'rer, 
 Be  thou  still  my  strength  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. 
 
 221.  — 1».  M. 
 
 The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd. 
 The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
 And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
 His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
 
TRUST    IN    PROVIDENCE.  173 
 
 And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
 My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
 And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
 
 2  When  in  the  sultry  glehe  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  landscapes  flow. 
 
 3  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. 
 
 4  Though  in  a  hare  and  rugged  way, 
 Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
 Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
 The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile ; 
 
 With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
 And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
 
 322.  —  Ii.  M. 
 
 For  so  he  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 
 
 In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
 I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night: 
 
 Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade* 
 I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 
 
 2  New-born  I  bless  the  waking  hour 
 
 Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be : 
 My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  pow'r, 
 And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  thee. 
 
 3  0  guide  me  through  the  various  ways 
 
 My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread; 
 
 And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
 
 Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 
 
 4  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend ; 
 
 A  deeper  sleep  my  eyes  oppress  : 
 Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
 Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 
 
174  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 223 — P.  M. 
 
 The  faithfulness  of  God. 
 
 How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
 Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
 What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  6aid,  — 
 You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge'  have  fled  ? 
 
 2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
 In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
 At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea., 
 
 As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 
 
 3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee ;  0  be  not  dismayed, 
 For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
 
 I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
 Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 
 
 4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
 The  livers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
 
 For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  blese, 
 And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
 
 5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
 My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
 The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
 Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
 
 6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
 My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 
 And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
 Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  thy  bosom  be  borne. 
 
 7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
 I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
 
 That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
 I'll  never,  — no,  never,  —  no,  never  forsake. 
 
 224 — I*.  M. 
 
 Sorrow  for  a  night,  Joy  in  the  morning. 
 
 Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 
 Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep; 
 
 For  God,  who  pities  man,  has  shown 
 A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 
 
 ! 
 
TRUST    IN    PROVIDENCE.  175 
 
 2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
 
 The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears; 
 And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain, 
 Are  promises  of  happier  years. 
 
 3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest, 
 
 For  every  dark  and  troubled  night; 
 
 Though  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
 
 Yet  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 
 
 4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 
 
 Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny,— 
 
 Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
 
 And  spurn'd  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 
 
 5  For  God  has  mark'd  each  soi-rowing  day, 
 
 And  number'd  every  secret  tear; 
 
 And  heaven's  eternal  bliss  shall  pay 
 
 For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 
 
 225.-1*.  M. 
 
 Trust  amidst  discouragements. 
 
 Away,  my  unbelieving  fear ! 
 
 Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place  j 
 My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, — 
 
 He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
 But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 
 
 And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
 No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no : 
 
 I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
 
 2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
 
 Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
 The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
 
 The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
 The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
 
 And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
 Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord,  — 
 
 The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 
 
 3  In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim ; 
 Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up; 
 Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
176  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh ; 
 
 My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind; 
 On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
 
 And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
 
 226.  — c.  m. 
 
 All  things  come  of  Thee. 
 
 While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  power, 
 
 Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd ; 
 And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
 
 With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 
 
 2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed ; 
 
 To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
 Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd; 
 That  mercy  I  adore. 
 
 3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
 
 Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ; 
 Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
 Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 
 
 4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
 
 In  every  pain  I  bear, 
 My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
 I       Or  seek  relief  in.  prayer. 
 
 5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 
 
 Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
 Kesign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
 My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
 
 6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear, 
 
 The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see : 
 My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
 That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 
 
SECTION   XVI. 
 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 227.  —  Ii.  RE. 
 
 Bis  loving  kitidness. 
 
 [Tune  No.  33.] 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
 And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
 He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me,  — 
 His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 His  loving  kindness,  loving  kindness, 
 His  loving  kindness,  0  how  free ! 
 
 2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
 Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all : 
 He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate,  — 
 His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great ! 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
 Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
 He  safely  leads  my  soul  along,  — 
 
 His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong ! 
 Chorus  : 
 
 4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
 Has  gathered  thick  and  thunderd  loud, 
 He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood,  — 
 His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good ! 
 
 Chorus : 
 12 
 
178  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  I  often  feel  my  sinful  heart 
 Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
 But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
 His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale,  — 
 Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
 O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
 
 His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
 To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
 And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
 His  loving  kindness,  in  the  skies. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 22S.  —  P.  M. 
 Thanksgiving  and  praise. 
 
 Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
 
 Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
 Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
 
 Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
 Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
 Praise  the  mount  —  I  'm  fix'd  upon  it ; 
 
 Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 
 
 Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 
 And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
 
 "Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God : 
 He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
 
 Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
 
 3  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
 
 Daily  I  'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
 Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
 Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee : 
 
GRATITUDE.  179 
 
 Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, — 
 Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
 
 Here 's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
 Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 
 
 229.  — Ii.  M. 
 
 J  will  praise  God  while  I  have  any  being. 
 
 God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 
 My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
 My  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
 And  cheer  the  dark  and  silent  night. 
 
 2  "WTien  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
 And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
 Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 
 
 Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 
 
 3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
 And  all  the  powers- of  language  fail, 
 
 Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
 And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 
 
 4  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict 's  o'er, 
 And  I  am  chain'd  to  earth  no  more, 
 "With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
 To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 
 
 5  Soon  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains, 
 "Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains ; 
 And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 
 
 The  glowing  seraphs  round  the  throne. 
 
 6  The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
 Long  as  a  deathless  soul  shall  live : 
 A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
 Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 
 
 230.-C.HI. 
 
 The  mercies  of  a  life-time. 
 "When*  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
 
 My  rising  soul  surveys, 
 Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
 
 In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
 
180  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  0  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  car, 
 Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
 To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 
 
 4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 
 
 With  heedless  steps,  I  ran ; 
 Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
 5  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 
 
 It  gently  clcar'd  my  way ; 
 And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
 More  to  be  fear'd  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  I  '11  raise ; 
 But  O !  eternity's  too  short 
 To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
 
 231.  — P.  M. 
 
 Grateful  retrospect  of  the  past  yta/r. 
 
 Wnii.E,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
 
 Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
 Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
 
 Nevermore  to  meet  us  here : 
 Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 
 
 They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
 We  a  little  longer  wait, 
 
 But  how  little,  none  can  know. 
 
 2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
 Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
 As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
 Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind,  — 
 
GRATITUDE.  181 
 
 Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
 Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
 
 Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 
 All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
 
 3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 
 
 Pardon  of  our  tins  renew ; 
 Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
 
 With  eternity  in  view: 
 Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old; 
 
 Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love; 
 And,  when  life's  short  talc  is  told, 
 
 May  we  reign  with  thee  above. 
 
 232  — 1».  M. 
 
 2Tot  ashamed  of  Jesus. 
 
 Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
 A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ! 
 Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise,  — 
 Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 
 
 2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend 
 On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend? 
 No :  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
 That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
 
 3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
 When  I  'vc  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
 No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
 No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
 
 4  Till  then,  — nor  is  my  boasting  vain,— 
 Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 
 And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
 
 That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 
 
 233. -P.  M. 
 
 Gratitude  for  spiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 
 
 Away  with  our  fears !  The  glad  morning  appears, 
 When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born ! 
 
 From  Jehovah  I  came,  For  his  glory  I  am, 
 And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 
 
132  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Thee,  Jesus,  alone,  The  fountain  I  own 
 
 Of  my  life  and  felicity  here ; 
 And  cheerfully  sing,  My  Redeemer  and  King, 
 Till  his  sign  in  the  heavens  appear. 
 
 3  With  thanks  I  rejoice  In  thy  fatherly  choice 
 
 Of  my  state  and  condition  below ; 
 If  of  parents  I  came  Who  honor'd  thy  name, 
 'T  was  thy  wisdom  appointed  it  so. 
 
 4  I  sing  of  thy  grace,  From  my  earliest  days, 
 
 Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend; 
 Hitherto  thou  hast  been  My  preserver  from  sin, 
 And  I  trust  thou  wilt  save  to  the  end. 
 
 5  O  the  infinite  cares,  And  temptations  and  snares, 
 
 Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through ! 
 O  the  blessings  bestow'd  By  a  bountiful  God, 
 And  the  mercies  eternally  new ! 
 
 6  What  a  mercy  is  this,  What  a  heaven  of  bliss, 
 
 How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 
 Gather'd  into  the  fold,  With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
 With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die. 
 
 7  0  the  goodness  of  God,  Employing  a  clod, 
 
 His  tribute  of  glory  to  raise ; 
 His  standard  to  bear,  And  with  triumph  declare 
 His  unspeakable  riches  of  grace. 
 
 8  0  the  fathomless  love  that  has  deign'd  to  approve 
 
 And  prosper  the  work  of  my  hands ! 
 With  my  pastoral  crook  I  went  over  the  brook, 
 And  behold,  I  am  spread  into  bands. 
 
 9  Who,  I  ask  in  amaze,  Hath  begotten  me  these  ? 
 
 And  inquire  from  what  quarter  they  came  ? 
 My  full  heart  it  replies,  They  are  born  from  the  skies, 
 And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 
 
 10  All  honor  and  praise  To  the  Father  of  grace, 
 To  the  Spirit  and  Son  I  return : 
 The  business  pursue  He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
 And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born. 
 
SECTION    XVII. 
 
 COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 
 
 234 C.  M. 
 
 Fellowship  with  God. 
 
 [Tune  No.  34.] 
 
 From  all  that 's  mortal,  all  that  'a  vain, 
 
 And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 2  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 
 
 O'er  all  the  paths  thou  'st  trod, 
 Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
 Like  fellowship  with  God  ? 
 
 3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
 
 Nor  pleasure's  flowery  road, 
 Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 4  Not  health,  nor  friendship  here  below, 
 
 Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 
 Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show, 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 5  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 
 
 And  dark  distraction's  road, 
 I  'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 
184  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  When  I  in  love  am  made  to  bear 
 
 Affliction's  needful  rod, 
 Light,  sweet,  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
 Through  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 7  And  when  the  Icy  arms  of  death 
 
 Shall  chill  nry blowing  blood, 
 With  joy  I  '11  yield  my  latest  ureatbr 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 235. -Ii.  HE. 
 
 The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath. 
 
 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; 
 O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
 Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
 
 3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
 Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part ; 
 And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  be  shed, 
 Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 
 
 4  Then  shall  I  see  and  hear  and  know 
 All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below ; 
 And  every  hour  find  sweet  employ 
 In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
 
 236 — s.  an. 
 
 Joy  in  the  Sabbath. 
 Welcome,  sweet  day  of  sacred  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. 
 
COMMUNION    WITII    GOD.  185 
 
 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. 
 
 237. -Ii.  M. 
 
 TJie  mercy-seat. 
 From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
 From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
 There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
 T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jcsns  sheds 
 The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
 
 A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
 It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 
 
 3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
 Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
 Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
 Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 
 
 4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
 When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd  ? 
 Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
 Had  suff' ring  saints  no  mercy-seat. 
 
 5  There,  there  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
 And  sin  and  senso  molest  no  more ; 
 
 And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
 While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 23S.  — c.  ra. 
 
 The  Lord  shall  be  unto  the  an  everlasting  light,  and  thy  God 
 
 thy  glory. 
 
 My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
 
 The  life  of  my  delights, 
 The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
 
 And  comfort  of  my  nights  : 
 
186  CHOHAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
 
 My  dawning  is  begun ; 
 Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
 And  thou  my  rising  sun. 
 
 3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
 
 With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
 If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
 And  whispers,  I  am  his. 
 
 4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
 
 At  that  transporting  word ; 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
 To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 
 
 5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
 
 I  'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
 The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
 Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 
 
 239 — C.  M. 
 
 The  Lord  is  my  portion,  saith  my  soul. 
 
 My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
 
 My  everlasting  All, 
 I  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 
 2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
 
 And  this  inferior  clod ; 
 There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
 There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
 3  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 
 
 And  health  and  safe  abode : 
 Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things ; 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
 
 If  once  compared  to  thee ; 
 Or  what 's  my  safety  or  my  health,  — 
 Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 
 
 5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 
 Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
COMMUNION     WITH     GOD.  187 
 
 6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
 And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
 Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
 And  I  desire  no  more. 
 
 440.— I*.  ill. 
 
 God,  the  soul's  portion,  everywhere» 
 
 0  THor,  by  long  experience  tried, 
 Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide ; 
 My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
 
 1  pass  my  years  of  banishment. 
 
 2  All  scenes  alike  engaging,  prove 
 
 To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love, 
 Where  'er  they  dwell  they  dwell  in  thee, 
 In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  in  the  sea. 
 
 3  To  me  remains,  nor  place  nor  time,— 
 My  country  is  in  every  clime ; 
 
 I  can  be  calm,  and  free  from  care 
 On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 
 
 4  "While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
 The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none : 
 
 But  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 
 T  is  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 
 
 5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
 That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot, 
 But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
 Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 
 
 241.  — S.  M. 
 
 The  bliss  of  communion  with  Christ. 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
 
 To  thee,  to  thee  I  call : 
 I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
 
 For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
 This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
 T  is  paradise  when  thou  art  here; 
 If  thou  depart,  't  is  hell. 
 
188  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 8  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
 How  amiable  they  are ! 
 *T  is  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
 And  nowhere  else  but  there. 
 
 4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 
 The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 
 They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 5  Not  all  the  harps  above, 
 
 Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
 If  God  his  residence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face. 
 
 6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 
 
 Can  one  delight  afford, 
 Nor  yield  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
 Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
 
 7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
 
 Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 
 The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
 And  centre  of  my  soul. 
 
SECTION   XVIII. 
 
 UNFAITHFULNESS  MOURNED. 
 
 243 — C.  M. 
 
 Thou  hast  left  thy  first-love. 
 
 0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,  — 
 A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
 
 A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 2  "Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
 
 When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
 Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
 Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd ! 
 
 How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
 But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
 The  world  can  never  fill. 
 
 4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
 
 Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
 
 1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
 And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 
 
 5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
 
 Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
 Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
 And  worship  only  thee. 
 
 6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
 
 Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
 So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
 
190  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 243.  — S.  OT. 
 
 The  yearnings  of  a  icanderer. 
 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 : 
 Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 
 
 3  Thou  see'st  my  troubled  breast, 
 
 The  stragglings  of  my  will ; 
 The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
 The  agonies  I  feel. 
 
 4  The  daily  death  I  prove, 
 
 Saviour,  to  thee  is  known ; 
 'T  is  worse  than  death  my  God  to  love, 
 And  not  my  God  alone. 
 
 5  0,  my  offended  Lord, 
 
 Restore  my  inward  peace : 
 I  know  thou  canst ;  pronounce  the  word 
 And  bid  the  tempest  cease ! 
 
 6  I  long  to  see  thy  face, 
 
 Thy  spirit  I  implore ; 
 The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 
 That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 
 
 344.  — CM. 
 
 So  panteth  my  soul  after  thee,  O  God. 
 As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
 
 When  heated  in  the  chase, 
 So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
 
 And  thy  refreshing  grace. 
 
 2  For  thee,  my  God,  —  the  living  God, 
 My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
 O,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
 Thou  Majesty  divine ! 
 
UNFAITHFULNESS    MOURNED.  191 
 
 3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 
 When  thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh ; 
 When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
 And  none  more  blest  than  I. 
 
 245. -P.  Itt. 
 
 Return,  O  wanderer. 
 
 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  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 
 When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 
 
 3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return; 
 
 Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live : 
 Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
 How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 
 
 4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 
 
 And  wipe  the  falling  tear: 
 Thy  Father  calls ;  no  longer  mourn : 
 "T  is  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. 
 
 246 — P.  M. 
 
 O  that  I  were  as  in  months  past. 
 
 My  former  hopes  are  fled ; 
 
 My  terror  now  begins : 
 I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
 
 In  trespasses  and  sins. 
 
 2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 
 
 I  hear  the  thunder  roar ;  — 
 The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
 And  vengeance  at  the  door. 
 
192  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
 
 1  dread  impending  doom : 
 But  hark !  a  friendly  whisper  says,— 
 Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come. 
 
 4  With  trembling  hope  I  sec 
 
 A  glimm'ring  from  afar; 
 A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
 To  save  me  from  despair. 
 
 5  Fore-runner  of  the  sun, 
 
 It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
 I  '11  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
 And  watch  the  rising  day. 
 
 347.  — P.  HI. 
 
 Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  thy  salvation. 
 How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain, 
 
 Recover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
 When  brought  into  bondage  again, 
 
 What  hope  of  a  second  release  ? 
 Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind 
 
 To  spare  a  backslider  like  me  ? 
 And  O,  can  I  possibly  find 
 
 Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ? 
 
 2  O  Jesus,  of  thee  I  inquire, 
 
 If  still  thou  art  able  to  save,  — 
 The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 
 
 And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave  ? 
 The  help  of  thy  Spirit  restore ; 
 
 O,  show  me  the  life-giving  blood; 
 And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more, 
 
 And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 
 
 248 P.  M. 
 
 I  will  give  you  a  heart  of  flesh, 
 Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
 
 Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep; 
 False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
 
 Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
 Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 
 
 On  me  be  all  long-suff'ring  shown; 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
UNFAITHFULNESS     MOURNED.  193 
 
 2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
 
 Repentance  to  impart, 
 Give  me  through  thy  dying  love, 
 
 The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
 Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 
 
 A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown : 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
 
 The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
 Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 
 
 And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 
 If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd, 
 
 If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 250.-C.  M. 
 
 Heaven  sold. 
 
 "  Go,  bring  me,"  said  the  dying  fair, 
 
 With  anguish  in  her  tone, 
 "  Those  costly  robes  and  Jewels  rare,  — 
 
 Go,  bring  them  every  one." 
 They  strewed  them  on  her  dying  bed, 
 
 Those  robes  of  princely  cost ; 
 "  Father,"  with  bitterness,  she  said, 
 
 "  For  these  my  soul  is  lost ! 
 
 2  "With  glorious  hopes  I  once  was  blest, 
 
 Nor  feared  the  gaping  tomb ; 
 With  heaven  already  in  my  heart, 
 
 I  looked  for  heaven  to  come. 
 I  heard  a  Saviour's  pard'ning  voice : 
 
 My  soul  was  filled  with  peace ; 
 Father,  you  bought  me  with  these  toys,  — 
 
 I  bartered  heaven  for  these. 
 
 3  Take  them,  —  they  are  the  price  of  blood ; 
 
 For  them  I  've  lost  my  soul,  — 
 For  them  must  bear  the  wrath  of  God, 
 While  ceaseless  ages  roll. 
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194  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Remember,  when  you  look  on  these, 
 Your  daughter's  fearful  doom ; 
 
 That  she,  her  pride  and  thine  to  please, 
 Went  quaking  to  the  tomb. 
 
 4  Go,  bear  them  from  my  sight  and  touch ; 
 
 Your  gifts  I  here  restore ; 
 Keep  them  with  care,  —  they  cost  you  much ; 
 
 They  cost  your  daughter  more. 
 Look  at  them  every  rolling  year 
 
 Upon  my  dying  day, 
 And  drop  for  me  the  burning  tear,"— 
 
 She  said,  and  sunk  away. 
 
SECTION    XIX. 
 
 PRACTICAL  PIETY. 
 
 251.  -C.3I. 
 
 The  good  man. 
 
 Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
 
 Feels  all  another's  pain; 
 To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
 Is  never  raised  in  vain : 
 
 2  Whose  breast  responds  with  generous  warmth 
 
 A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
 Who  weeps  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
 He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 
 
 3  To  gentle  offices  of  love, 
 
 His  feet  are  never  slow ; 
 He  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
 A  brother  in  a  foe. 
 
 4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown ; 
 
 And  mercy  from  above 
 Descend  on  those  who  thug  fulfill 
 The  Christian  law  of  love. 
 
 252.  — S.  HE. 
 
 Whatsoever  ye  do,  do  all  to  the  glory  of  God. 
 
 Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
 
 In  all  things  thee  to  see ; 
 And  what  I  do,  in  any  thing, 
 
 To  do  it  as  for  thee ; 
 
 2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
 While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 
 In  all  I  do  be  thou  the  way, — 
 In  all  be  thou  the  end. 
 
196  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  All  may  of  thee  partake : 
 
 Nothing  so  small  can  be, 
 But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
 Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 
 
 4  If  done  t'  obey  thy  laws, 
 
 E'en  servile  labors  shine : 
 Hallow'd  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause,— 
 The  meanest  work,  divine. 
 
 5  Thee,  then,  my  God  and  King, 
 
 In  all  things,  may  I  see ; 
 
 And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
 
 May  it  be  done  for  thee. 
 
 353.— Ii.  m. 
 
 The  living  sacrifice. 
 
 My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
 To  every  service  I  can  pay ; 
 
 And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
 To  hear  thy  dictates,  and  obey. 
 
 2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  thee,  — 
 
 Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
 'T  is  my  delight  thy  face  to  see, 
 And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend. 
 
 3  I  would  not  sigh  for  worldly  joy, 
 
 Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good ; 
 Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
 To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 
 
 4  Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, — 
 
 To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
 Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
 Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 
 
 5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
 When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more ; 
 And  my  last  hour  of  life,  confess 
 His  saving  love,  his  glorious  power. 
 
PRACTICAL    TIETY.  197 
 
 254.  -  Ii.  M. 
 
 Ye  did  it  tintome. 
 A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
 
 Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
 Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 
 
 That  I  could  never  answer,  "  Nay." 
 I  had  not  power  to  askTJb  name, 
 Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came : 
 Yet  was  there  some  thing  in  his  eye 
 That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 
 
 2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
 
 He  entered :  not  a  word  he  spake,  — 
 Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread. 
 
 I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  it,  brake, 
 And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again  : 
 Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then ; 
 For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
 That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 
 
 3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 
 
 Clear  from  the  rock  :  his  strength  was  gone; 
 The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst ; 
 
 He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on : 
 I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up ; 
 Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cnp, 
 Dipped  and  returned  it,  running  o'er : 
 I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 
 
 4  'T  was  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 
 
 A  winter  hurricane  aloof: 
 I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
 
 To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof: 
 I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, — 
 Laid  him  on  my  couch  to  rest ; 
 Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
 In  Eden's  garden,  while  I  dreamed. 
 
 5  Stripp'd,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 
 
 I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  : 
 I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 
 
 Relieved  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
 Wine,  oil,  refreshment :  he  was  healed. 
 I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed ; 
 But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
 Aud  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 
 
198  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 
 
 To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn ; 
 The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 
 
 And  honored  him  midst  shame  and  scorn ; 
 My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
 He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ? 
 The  flesh  was  weak,  —  my  blood  ran  chill; 
 But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will." 
 
 7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 
 
 The  stranger  darted  from  disguise; 
 The  tokens  on  his  hands  I  knew, — 
 
 My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes: 
 He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  lie  nam'd: 
 "  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed; 
 These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 
 Fear  not,  —  thou  did'st  it  unto  me." 
 
 255.  — I,.  M. 
 
 But  yield  yourselves  unto  God,  as  those  that  are  alive  from  the 
 dead. 
 
 Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
 Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine; 
 With  full  consent,  thine  I  would  be, 
 And  own  thy  so v 'reign  right  in  me. 
 
 2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
 Among  the  children  of  thy  grace; 
 A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
 But  ransom'd  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. 
 
 6  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
 The  great  engagement  to  perform ; 
 Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
 And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 
 
SECTION    XX. 
 
 MISSIONARY. 
 
 5556.  — P.  M. 
 
 Go  ye  into  all  the  world. 
 
 From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
 
 From  India's  coral  strand; 
 Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
 
 Roll  down  their  goiuen  sand; 
 From  many  an  ancient  river, 
 
 From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
 They  call  us  to  deliver 
 
 Then-  land  from  error's  chain. 
 
 2  "What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
 
 Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 
 Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
 
 And  only  man  is  vile : 
 In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
 
 The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
 The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
 
 Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
 
 3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
 
 With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
 Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 
 
 The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
 Salvation !  —  O  salvation ! 
 
 The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
 Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
 
 Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 
 
200  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
 
 And  you,  yc  waters,  roll, 
 Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 
 
 It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
 Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 
 
 The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
 Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
 
 In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 
 
 257.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Gather  them  in. 
 
 [Tune  No.  35.] 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
 
 Gather  the  wanderers  in ; 
 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  broad  highway, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in; 
 Gather  them  in  in  this  gospel  day, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  prairies  vast, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  of  every  cast, 
 Gather,  gather  them  in. 
 Chorus : — 
 Gather  them  in,  — there  is  room  to  spare; 
 Gather  them  in  to  the  house  of  prayer ; 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in,  — 
 Gather  the  wanderers  in. 
 
 2  Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
 
 Gather  the  sorrowful  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  street  and  lane, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in ; 
 Gather  them  in,  both  the  halt  and  lame, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in ; 
 Gather  the  deaf  and  the  poor  and  blind, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
 Gather  them  in  with  a  willing  mind, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
 
 Gather  the  prodigals  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  that  are  seeking  rest, 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in ; 
 
MISSIONARY.  201 
 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  cast  and  west, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in; 
 Gather  them  in  that  are  roaming  about, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in; 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  north  and  south, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
 
 Gather  the  penitents  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  from  all  over  the  land, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in; 
 Gather  them  in  to  our  Christian  band, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in  ; 
 Gather  them  in  with  a  Christian  love, 
 
 Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in ; 
 Gather  them  in  for  the  church  above, 
 
 Gather,  gather  them  in. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 258.  —  L..  M. 
 
 When  he  saio  the  multitudes  he  was  moved  ivith  compassion  on 
 them. 
 
 Shepherd  of  souls,  with  pitying  eye 
 
 The  thousands  of  our  Israel  see : 
 To  thee  in  their  behalf  we  cry, — 
 
 Ourselves  but  newly  found  in  thee. 
 
 2  See  where  o'er  desert  wastes  they  err, 
 
 And  neither  food  nor  feeder  have, 
 Nor  fold,  nor  place  of  refuge  near, 
 For  no  man  cares  their  souls  to  save. 
 
 3  Thy  people,  Lord,  are  sold  for  naught, 
 
 Nor  know  they  their  Redeemer  nigh ; 
 They  perish,  whom  thyself  hast  bought; 
 Their  souls  for  lack  of  knowledge  die. 
 
 4  The  pit  its  mouth  hath  opened  wide, 
 
 To  swallow  up  its  careless  prey  : 
 Why  should  they  die,  when  thou  hast  died, — 
 Hast  died  to  bear  then  sins  away  ? 
 
 5  Why  should  the  foe  thy  purchase  seize  ? 
 
 Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans : 
 The  meed  of  all  thy  suff 'rings  these ; 
 O  claim  them  for  thy  ransom'd  ones. 
 
202  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 259 S.  M. 
 
 In  the  morning  soio  the  seed ;  and  in  the  evening  unthhold  not 
 thine  hand. 
 
 Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
 
 At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand : 
 To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed,— 
 
 Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 
 
 2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 
 
 The  highway  furrows  stock, 
 Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
 Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 
 
 3  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground, 
 
 Expect  not  here  or  there ; 
 O'er  hill  and  dale,  by  spots  'tis  found: 
 Go  forth,  then,  every  where. 
 
 4  Thou  knowest  not  which  may  thrive. 
 
 The  late  or  early  sown  : 
 Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
 When  and  wherever  strown. 
 
 5  And  duly  shall  appear, 
 
 In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
 The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,"  the  ear, 
 And  the  full  com  at  length. 
 
 6  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  : 
 
 Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
 Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
 For  garners  in  the  sky. 
 
 7  Then  when  the  glorious  end, 
 
 The  day  of  God  has  come, 
 The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 
 And  heaven  sing,  "  Harvest  hpme ! " 
 
 260.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Palestine. 
 [Tune  No.  36.] 
 
 They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patriarchs  rest, 
 Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
 
 Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  possess'd, 
 And  Jehovah  his  wonders  displayed : 
 
MISSIONARY.  203 
 
 To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners  once  trod, 
 Where  he  labor'd  and  languish'd  and  bled, 
 
 Where  lie  triumphed  o'er  death,  and  ascended  to  God, 
 As  he  captive  captivity  led. 
 
 2  They  have  gone  the  glad  heralds  of  mercy  have  gone 
 
 To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  hied ; 
 Where  the  beast  and  false  prophet  have  since  trodden 
 down 
 
 The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid ; 
 Where  the  churches  once  planted  and  watered  and  blest, 
 
 With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distilled 
 Have  been  smitten,  despoiled,  and  by  heathens  possessed 
 
 And  the  places  that  knew  them  defiled. 
 
 3  They  go  to  the  land  where  the  Indians  now  dwell, 
 
 Impelled  by  the  love  of  the  Lord  : 
 His  love  to  proclaim,  and  his  mercy  to  tell, 
 
 As  revealed  in  his  excellent  word. 
 "Thy  blessing  go  with  them,  O  lie  thou  their  shield 
 
 From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly ; 
 0  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  revealed 
 
 In  mercy  and  might  from  on  high." 
 
 261.  — P.  M. 
 
 Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night. 
 
 Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night,  — 
 
 What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
 Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
 
 See  that  glory -beaming  star ! 
 Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 
 
 Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
 Traveler,  yes :  it  brings  the  day, — 
 
 Promised  day  of  Israel. 
 
 Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night : 
 Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
 
 Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
 Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
 
 Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
 Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
 
 Traveler,  ages  are  its  own : 
 
 See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 
 
204  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 3  "Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
 
 For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
 Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight : 
 
 Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
 "Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease : 
 
 Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
 Traveler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 
 
 262.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Missionary's  farewell. 
 
 Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee; 
 
 All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well : 
 Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
 
 Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 
 Can  I  leave  you, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 2  Home !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, — 
 
 Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell : 
 Happy  home !  as  I  have  proved  thee, 
 
 Can  I  say  farewell,  farewell  ? 
 Can  I  leave  thee, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
 
 Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 
 Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
 
 Can  I  say,  at  last,  farewell  ? 
 Can  I  leave  you, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 4  Yes :  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
 
 From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 
 Far  away  ye  billows  bear  me ; 
 
 Lovely,  native  land,  farewell! 
 Pleased,  I  leave  thee, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
 5  In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 
 
 On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
 How  he"  died,  —  the  blessed  Saviour, 
 
 To  redeem  a  world  from  hell. 
 Let  me  hasten, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
MISSIONARY.  205 
 
 6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean ! 
 Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell ! 
 Heaves  my  breast  with  warm  emotion 
 While  I'^o  from  hence  to  dwell : 
 Glad  I  bid  thee, 
 Native  land,  farewell,  farewell! 
 
 263.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Watchman. 
 [Tune  No.  37.] 
 Watchman-,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 
 
 Of  fair  Zion's  glory  dawn  ? 
 Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming, 
 
 Yet  upon  my  pathway  shone  ? 
 Spurn  the  unbelief  that  bound  thee ; 
 
 Morning  dawns !  arise,  arise. 
 Pilgrim,  yes :  arise,  look  round  thee ! 
 
 Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies. 
 
 2  See,  the  glorious  light  ascending 
 
 Of  the  grand  Sabbatic  year ; 
 Hark!  the  voices  loud  proclaiming, 
 
 The  Messiah's  kingdom  near ; 
 Salem,  too,  appears  in  grandeur, 
 
 Towering  'neath  her  sun-lit  skies. 
 Watchman,  yes ;  I  see,  just  yonder, 
 Canaan's  glorious  heights  arise. 
 
 3  Pilgrim,  in  that  golden  city, 
 
 Seated  on  his  jasper  throne," 
 Zion's  King,  arrayed  in  beauty, 
 
 Reigns  in  peace,  from  zone  to  zone : 
 Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains 
 
 Sparkle  in  th'  eternal  day, 
 There,  on  verdant  hills  and  mountains, 
 
 Where  the  golden  sunbeams  play. 
 
 4  Pilgrim,  see !  the  light  is  beaming 
 
 Brighter  still  upon  thy  way ; 
 Signs  through  all  the  earth  are  gleaming, 
 
 Omens  of  thy  coming  day ; 
 When  the  jubilee  trumpet  sounding, 
 
 Shall  awake  from  earth  and  sea, 
 All  the  saints  of  God  now  sleeping, 
 
 Clad  in  immortality. 
 
206  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 "Watchman,  lo !  the  land  we  're  nearing, 
 
 With  its  vernal  fruits  and  flowers, 
 On  just  yonder;  O  how  cheering  ! 
 
 Bloom  forever  Eden's  bowers  : 
 Hark,  the  choral  strains  there  ringing, 
 
 Wafted  on  the  balmy  air; 
 See  the  millions,  —  hear  them  singing: 
 
 Soon  the  pilgrims  will  be  there. 
 
 264 — Ii.KE. 
 
 He  shall  have  dominion  from  sea  to  sea. 
 
 Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
 Doth  his  successive  journeys  run : 
 His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
 Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
 
 2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
 To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
 While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
 And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 
 
 3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
 And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
 His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
 With  every  morning  sacrifice. 
 
 4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
 Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
 And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
 Then:  early  blessings  on  his  name. 
 
SECTION   XXI. 
 
 THE  JOURNEY. 
 
 265.  — S.  M. 
 
 They  seek  a  better  country. 
 In  every  time  and  place, 
 
 Who  serve  the  Lord  most  high, 
 Arc  call'd  his  sov'reign  will  t'  embrace, 
 
 And  still  their  own  deny  : 
 To  follow  his  command, 
 
 On  earth  as  pilgrims  rove, 
 And  seek  an  nndiscover'd  land, 
 
 And  house  and  friends  above 
 
 2  Father,  the  narrow  path 
 
 To  that  far  country  show ; 
 And  in  the  steps  ot  Abra'm's  faith 
 
 Enable  me  to  go : 
 A  cheerful  sojourner 
 
 "Where'er  thou  bid'st  mc  roam, 
 Till  guided  by  thy  Spirit  here, 
 
 I  reach  my  heavenly  home. 
 
 26G.-P.  M. 
 
 Tlie  traveler. 
 [Tune  No.  38.] 
 I  'm  a  lonely  traveler  here, 
 
 Weary,  oppressed ; 
 But  my  journey's  end  is  near,— 
 
 Soon  shall  I  rest. 
 Dark  and  dreary  is  my  way, 
 
 Toiling  I  've  come ; 
 Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay : 
 
 Yonder  's  my  home. 
 
208  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  I  *m  a  weary  traveler  here ; 
 
 I  must  go  on; 
 For  my  journey's  end  is  near  : 
 
 I  must  be  gone. 
 Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give 
 
 Win  me  away,  — 
 Pleasures  that  for  ever  live : 
 
 I  cannot  stay. 
 
 3  I  'm  a  trav'ler  to  a  land 
 
 Where  all  is  fair, 
 Where  is  seen  no  broken  band,— 
 
 All,  all  are  there ; 
 Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 
 
 Nor  heart  be  sad ; 
 Where  the  glory  is  for  all, 
 
 And  all  are  glad. 
 
 4  I  'm  a  trav'ler,  and  I  go 
 
 Where  all  is  fair ; 
 Farewell,  all  I  've  lov'd  below: 
 
 I  must  be  there. 
 Worldly  honors,  hopes,  and  gain, 
 
 All  I  resign : 
 Welcome  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 
 
 If  heav'n  be  mine. 
 
 5  I  'm  a  trav'ler ;  call  me  not : 
 
 Upward  *s  my  way ; 
 Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot, — 
 
 I  cannot  stay. 
 Farewell,  earthly  pleasures  allj 
 
 Pilgrim  I  '11  roam ; 
 Hail  me  not ;  in  vain  you  call : 
 
 Yonder 's  my  home. 
 
 267.  — P.  M. 
 
 Homeward  bound. 
 Out  on  the  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
 Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
 Far  from  the  safe,  quiet,  harbor  we've  rode, 
 Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
 Promise  of  which,  on  us  each  he  bestowed : 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
 
THE     JOURNEY.  209 
 
 2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound. 
 Look,  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores! 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound. 
 Steady,  O  pilot !  stand  lirm  at  the  wheel, 
 Steady !  we  soon  shall  out-weather  the  gale, 
 Oh,  how  we  lly  'ncath  the  loud-creaking  sail, 
 
 Wc  're  homeward  bound. 
 
 3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 
 
 We  're  home  at  last. 
 Softly  wc  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 
 
 We  're  home  at  last. 
 Glory  to  God !  all  our  dangers  arc  o'er, 
 We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore, 
 Glory  to  God !  we  will  shout  evermore. 
 
 Wc  're  home  at  last. 
 
 26S.-P.  m. 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 I'm  but  a  stranger  here ; 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home : 
 Earth  is  a  desert  drear ; 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
 Round  me  on  every  hand : 
 Heaven  is  my  father- land,— 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 2  What  though  the  tempest  rage? 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home ; 
 Short  is  my  pilgrimage,  — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
 Soon  will  be  over-past ; 
 I  shall  reach  home  at  last,  — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side,— 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home,  — 
 I  shall  be  glorified; 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 14 
 
210  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 There  arc  the  good  and  blest, 
 Those  I  loved  most  and  best; 
 There,  too,  I  soon  shall  rest,— 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 269.— P.  HI. 
 
 Joyfully. 
 
 Joyttlly,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
 Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above, 
 
 Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
 
 "  Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home." 
 Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
 Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go: 
 
 Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam; 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 
 
 2  Friends  fondly  cherished  have  passed  on  before, 
 Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore; 
 
 Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling  gloom* 
 "Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home." 
 
 Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  car; 
 
 Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ! 
 Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
 "Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home/' 
 
 3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
 Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow ; 
 
 Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb: 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  I  go  home. 
 Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
 Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone: 
 
 Joyfully,  then,  shall  1  witness  his  doom; 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 
 
 270.-P.  M. 
 
 I'm  a  pilgrim. 
 I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger ; 
 I  can  tarry,  —  I  can  tarry  but  a  night! 
 Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
 To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 
 I  'm  a  pilgrim,  &c 
 
THE    JOURNEY.  211 
 
 2  Of  that  city,  to  winch  I  journey, 
 My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light; 
 There  is  no  scr.ow  nor  any  sighing 
 Nor  any  tears  nor  any  dying. 
 
 I  'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 
 
 5  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 
 
 Oh  !  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there; 
 Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
 I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 
 
 4  Father,  mother,  and  sister,  brother, 
 If  you  will  not  journey  with  me,  I  must  go; 
 For  since  your  vain  hope  you  still  will  cherish, 
 Should  I,  too,  linger,  and  with  you  perish  ? 
 
 6  Farewell,  neighbors,  with  tears  I  'vc  warned  you; 
 I  must  leave  you,  I  must  leave  you,  and  be  gone; 
 With  this  your  portion,  your  heart's  desire, 
 Why  will  you  perish  in  raging  fire ! 
 
 6  Farewell,  dreary  earth,  by  sin  so  blighted, 
 In  immortal  beauty  soon  you'll  be  arrayed; 
 For  he  who  formed  thee  will  sooi:  restore  thee, 
 From  sin  and  death  to  praise  and  glory. 
 I  'in  a  pilgrim,  &c. 
 
 271. -P.  HI. 
 
 Pilgrim  stranger. 
 
 Whither  go'st  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
 Pressing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 
 
 Know'st  thou  not 't  is  full  of  danger, 
 And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
 
 CH0KU8:  — 
 
 No :  I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom ; 
 
 Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
 Oh,  hallelujah,  Oh,  hallelujah, 
 
 I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom ; 
 Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
 
 Oh  hallelujah,  0,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 
 
212  CHORAL     ECHOES. 
 
 2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 
 
 Passing  through  the  waste  so  wide, 
 But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
 While  I  'm  blessed  with  such  a  guide ; 
 
 For  I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c 
 
 3  Such  a  guide !  no  guide  attends  thee, 
 
 Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise ; 
 If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
 'T  is  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 
 
 Oh,  I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c 
 
 4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 
 
 Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends; 
 He  '11  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
 He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 
 
 For  I  'm  bound,  &c. 
 
 5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
 
 Darkly  winding  through  the  vale ; 
 Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
 Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
 No :  I  'm  bound,  &c. 
 
 6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful; 
 
 To  its  brink  my  steps  1  '11  bend ; 
 Thence  to  plunge  't  will  be  delightful ; 
 There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
 
 Oh,  I  'm  bound,  &c 
 
SECTION  XXII. 
 
 THE  HOLY  WAR. 
 
 273 — 1».  M. 
 
 We'll  end  this  tear. 
 [Tune  No.  39.] 
 Hark!  listen  to  the  trumpeters; 
 
 I  mean  to  go : 
 They  call  for  valiant  volunteers; 
 I  mean  to  go. 
 
 Chorus : 
 0  we'll  end  this  war,  down  by  the  river,— 
 We  '11  end  this  war,  down  by  the  river's  side. 
 
 2  We  want  no  cowards  in  our  band ; 
 
 I  mean  to  go : 
 We  call  for  valiant-hearted  men; 
 I  mean  to  go. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 3  I'm  all  enlisted  in  the  war; 
 
 I  mean  to  go : 
 Content  to  have  a  soldier's  fare ; 
 I  mean  to  go. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls,  fight  on, 
 Until  the  conquest  you  have  won ; 
 Our  Captain  leads  us  in  the  war: 
 We  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
 In  fiery  chariots  we  fhall  rise, 
 And  join  the  army  of  the  skies. 
 
214  CnORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 273 P.M. 
 
 Battle-field. 
 
 Live  on  the  field  of  battle ; 
 
 Be  earnest  in  the  fight : 
 Stand  forth  with  manly  courage, 
 And  struggle  for  the  right. 
 Chorus : 
 
 Live,  live,  live,  live 
 On  the  field  of  battle. 
 
 2  "Watch  on  the  field  of  battle ; 
 The  foe  is  everywhere : 
 His  fieiy  darts  fly  swiftly, 
 Like  lightning  through  the  air. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  V,ratch,  &c. 
 
 3. Pray  on  the  field  of  battle; 
 
 God  works  with  those  who  pray : 
 His  mighty  arm  can  nerve  thee 
 Till  thou  shalt  win  the  day. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Pray,  ^c 
 
 4  Die  on  the  field  of  battle ; 
 Die  'midst  the  noble  strife : 
 Thy  death  shall  well  interpret 
 The  meaning  of  thy  life. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Die,  &c. 
 
 274 — CM. 
 
 Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith. 
 [Tune  No.  41.] 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 A  follower  of  the  Lamb ; 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
 Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
 
 Chorus  : 
 I  '11  be  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 
 A  follower  of  the  Lamb; 
 Nor  will  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
 Nor  blush  to  speak  his  name. 
 
THE    IIOLY     WAB.  215 
 
 2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
 
 On  flowery  beds  of  case, 
 While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
 And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 
 Chorus : 
 
 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
 
 Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
 Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
 To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
 
 Cnoitus : 
 
 4  Since  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
 
 Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 
 I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
 Supported  by  thy  word. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 6  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
 Shall  conquer,  though  they  die : 
 They  see  the  triumph  from  afar,  — 
 By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
 And  all  thy  armies  shine 
 In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
 The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 275.  -I».  ai. 
 
 The  armor,  the  captain,  the  battle,  the  victory. 
 
 Soldiers  of  the  cross  arise ! 
 Lo !  your  leader  from  the  skies 
 Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, — 
 
 The  prize  of  victory. 
 Seize  your  armor,  —  gird  it  on ; 
 The  battle 's  yours,  it  will  be  won ; 
 Though  tierce  the  strife,  't  will  soon  be  done : 
 
 Then  struggle  manfully. 
 
 2  Jesus  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
 Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
 Now  he  leads  you  on,  to  swell 
 The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
 
216  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
 Who  will  doubt  or  who  can  fear  ? 
 "  God,  our  strength  and  shield,"  is  near ; 
 We  cannot  lose  our  causo. 
 
 3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God! 
 Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod  : 
 Follow  where  your  Leader  trod ; 
 
 You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
 Soon  your  enemies  all  slain, 
 The  crown  of  glory  you  shall  gain ; 
 And  walk  among  that  glorious  train 
 Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 
 
 27G.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Endure  hardness  as  a  good  soldier. 
 [Tune  No.  42.] 
 
 On  when  shall  I  sec  Jesus, 
 
 And  dwell  with  him  above  ? 
 And  drink  the  flowing  fountains 
 
 Of  everlasting  love  ? 
 When  shall  I  be  dcliver'd 
 
 From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 
 
 2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
 
 My  Captain  's  gone  before ; 
 He  's  given  me  my  orders, 
 
 And  bids  me  not  to  fear : 
 And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
 
 A  crown  of  life  he  '11  give, 
 And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
 
 Eternal  life  shall  have. 
 
 3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
 
 To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
 And  then  away  to  Jesus 
 
 On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly : 
 Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
 
 I  bid  }rou  all  adieu ; 
 And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
 
 And  on  your  way  pursue. 
 
THE     HOLY    WAR.  217 
 
 4  And  if  you  meet  -with  trials 
 
 And  troubles  on  the  way, 
 Cast  all  your  care  on  Jesus, 
 
 And  do  n't  foi-get  to  pray. 
 Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 
 
 Of  faith  and  hope  and  love  ; 
 And  when  your  race  is  ended, 
 
 You  '11  reign  with  him  above, 
 
 5  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 
 
 For  Jesus  is  your  friend ; 
 And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 
 
 He  '11  not  refuse  to  lend ; 
 Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 
 
 Though  often  you  request : 
 He  '11  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
 
 And  take  you  up  to  rest. 
 
 377.  —  8.  M. 
 
 Tlie  standard  of  the  cross. 
 Hark,  how  the  watchmen  cry ! 
 
 Attend  the  trumpet's  sound; 
 Stand  to  your  arms,  —  the  foe  is  nigh; 
 
 The  powers  of  hell  surround. 
 Who  bow  to  Christ's  command, 
 
 Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare : 
 The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand,  — 
 
 Go  forth  to  glorious  war. 
 
 2  See,  on  the  mountain-top, 
 
 The  standard  of  your  God; 
 In  Jesus'  name  'tis  lifted  up, 
 
 All  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 
 His  standard-bearers  now 
 
 To  all  the  nations  call : 
 To  Jesus'  cross,  ye  nations,  bow; 
 
 He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 
 
 3  Go  up  with  Christ,  your  Head ; 
 
 Your  Captain's  footsteps  see : 
 Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 
 
 To  certain  victory. 
 All  power  to  him  is  given ; 
 
 He  ever  reigns  the  same : 
 Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven 
 
 Are  all  in  Jesus'  Name. 
 
218  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 27S.-P.  Itt. 
 Dare  to  be  Right. 
 [Tune  No.  57.] 
 
 Da  he  to  be  right,  dare  to  be  trae; 
 You  Lave  a  work  that  no  other  can  do. 
 Do  it  so  bravely,  so  kindly,  so  well, 
 Angels  will  hasten  the  story  to  tell. 
 Chorus  : — 
 Then  dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
 You  have  a  work  that  no  other  can  do. 
 
 2  Dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
 
 Other  men's  failures  can  never  save  you.  • 
 
 Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  honor,  your  faith; 
 Stand  like  a  hero  and  battle  till  death. 
 
 Chorus:— 
 
 3  Dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
 
 Love  may  deny  you  its  sunshine  and  dew. 
 Let  the  dew  fail,  for  then  showers  shall  be  given; 
 Dew  is  from  earth,  but  the  showers  are  from  heav'n. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 4  Dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
 
 God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too ; 
 Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones  shed, 
 Counts  and  protects  every  hair  of  your  head. 
 
 Chorus  :— 
 
 5  Dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  truo ! 
 Cannot  Omnipotence  carry  you  through  ? 
 City  and  mansion  and  throne  all  in  sight, 
 Can  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  be  right  ? 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 6  Dare  to  be  right,  dare  to  be  true ! 
 
 Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in  view; 
 Look  at  your  work  as  you'll  look  at  it  then, 
 Scanned  by  Jehovah  and  angels  and  men. 
 
 Chorus:— 
 
 7  Dare  to  be  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
 Prayerfully,  lovingly,  firmly  pursue 
 
 The  path  by  apostles  and  martyrs  once  trod, 
 The  path  of  the  just  to  the  City  of  God. 
 
SECTION    XXIII. 
 
 DEATH,  JUDGMENT,  AND  ETERNITY. 
 
 379 P.  M. 
 
 Time  flies,  eternity  is  near. 
 
 Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
 
 Roll  round  with  the  year, 
 And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
 His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
 
 And  our  talents  improve, 
 By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  Ioto. 
 
 2  Our  life  is  a  dream ;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 
 
 Glides  swiftly  away, 
 And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
 The  arrow  is  flown,  —  the  moment  is  gone  ? 
 
 The  millennial  year 
 Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  here. 
 
 3  0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say,*- 
 
 I  have  fought  my  way  through ; 
 I  have  finish 'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do. 
 O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the  glad  word, 
 
 Well  and  faithfully  done ! 
 Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne. 
 
 3S0 — I,.  Itt. 
 
 The  living  and  the  dead. 
 
 Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  — 
 The  tirn^  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
 The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 
 
220  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  The  living  know  that  they  must  die ; 
 But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 
 
 Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
 Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
 
 3  Their  hatred,  and  their  love,  is  lost,  — 
 Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
 
 They  have  no  share  in  all  that 's  done 
 Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 
 
 4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
 My  hands,  wkh  all  your  might  pursue; 
 Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
 Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 
 
 5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
 In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
 But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
 Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 
 
 281. -COT. 
 
 Mine  age  is  as  nothing  before  thee. 
 O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
 Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
 
 And  our  eternal  home :  — 
 
 2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
 
 Still  may  we  dwell  secure ; 
 Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
 And  our  defence  is  sure. 
 
 3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
 
 Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
 
 From  everlasting,  thou  art  God, 
 
 To  endless  years  the  same. 
 
 4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight, 
 
 Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
 Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
 Before  the  rising  sun. 
 
 5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
 
 Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
 They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
 Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
 
DEATH,    JUDGMENT,    AND    ETERNITY.       221 
 
 6  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
 
 "With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
 Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
 And  lost  in  foil' wing  years. 
 
 7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
 Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last, 
 And  our  perpetual  home ! 
 
 282 — P.  M. 
 
 Resurrection  and  the  judgment. 
 
 [Tune  No.  12.] 
 
 When  the  fierce  north-wind,  with  his  airy  forces, 
 Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury, 
 And  the  red  lightning,  with  a  storm  of  hail,  comes 
 Rushing  amain  down : 
 
 2  Now  the  poor  sailors  stand  amazed,  and  tremble, 
 "While  the  hoarse  thunder,  like  a  bloody  trumpet, 
 Roars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 
 
 Quick  to  devour  them. 
 
 3  Such  shall  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  disorder, 
 If  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  earthly ; 
 Such  the  dire  terror  when  the  great  archangel 
 Shakes  the  creation ; 
 
 4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vault  of  heaven ; 
 Breaks  up  old  marble,  —  the  repose  of  princes : 
 See !  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arising ! 
 Flames  all  around  them ! 
 
 5  Hark  !  the  shrill  outcries  of  the  guilty  wretches; 
 Lively,  bright  horror  and  amazing  anguish 
 
 Stare  through  their  eye-balls,  while  the  living  worm  lies 
 Gnawing  within  them. 
 
 6  Thoughts,   like  old  vultures,  prey  upon  their  heart- 
 
 strings, 
 And  the  smart  twinges  when  the  eye  beholds  the 
 Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  vengeance 
 Rolling  before  him. 
 
222  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 7  Hopeless  immortals,  how  they  scream  and  shiver! 
 While  devils  push  them  to  the  pit  wide  yawning, 
 Quick  to  receive  them,  reeling,  plunging  headlong 
 Down  to  the  centre. 
 
 8  Stop  here,  my  fancy,  —  all  away,  ye  horrid, 
 Doleful  ideas.    Come,  arise  to  Jesus. 
 
 How  he  sits,  God-like,  and  the  saints  around  him, 
 Throned,  yet  adoring ! 
 
 9  O  may  I  sit  there,  when  he  comes  triumphant, 
 Dooming  the  nations !    Then  ascend  to  glory; 
 While  our  hosannas  all  along  the  passage 
 Shout  the  Redeemer. 
 
 383.  — P.  HI. 
 
 Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 
 
 And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
 And  must  I  suddenly  comply 
 
 With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
 What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
 Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains 
 
 To  all  eternity  ? 
 
 2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
 While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 
 
 And  props  the  house  of  clay  ? 
 My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
 To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare, 
 
 Against  that  fatal  day. 
 
 3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
 For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 
 
 If  life  so  soon  is  gone ; 
 If  now  the  judge  is  at  the  door, 
 And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 
 
 Th'  inexorable  throne. 
 
 4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
 A  moment's  misery  or  joy ; 
 
 But,  0 !  when  both  shall  end, 
 Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  ? 
 Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 
 
 With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 
 
DEATH,    JUDGMENT,    AND    ETERNITY.       223 
 
 5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
 But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 
 
 That  never,  never  dies ! 
 How  make  mine  own  election  sure; 
 And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 
 
 A  mansion  in  the  skies. 
 
 6  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray ; 
 
 Be  thou  my  Guide,  he  thou  my  Waj 
 
 To  glorious  happiness. 
 Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart; 
 And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 
 
 Let  me  depart  in  peace. 
 
 384.— CM. 
 
 It  is  appointed  unto  man  once  to  die. 
 
 Hakk  !  from  the  tomhs  a  doleful  sound! 
 
 Mine  cars,  attend  the  cry : 
 Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
 
 Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
 
 2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
 
 In  spite  of  all  your  towers; 
 The  tail,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
 Shall  lie  as  low  as  ours. 
 
 3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom, 
 
 And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
 Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  graco, 
 
 To  fit  our  souls  to  fly : 
 Then,  when  wc  drop  tlais  dying  flesh, 
 We  '11  rise  above  the  sky. 
 
 385. -Ii.  M. 
 Eternity. 
 
 Eternity  is  just  at  hand, 
 And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ? 
 And  careless  view  my  parting  day, 
 And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 
 
224  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  But,  an  eternity  there  is, 
 
 Of  endless  woe1,  or  endless  bliss, 
 And  swift  as  time  fulfills  its  round, 
 We  to  eternity  arc  bound. 
 
 3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind, 
 Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind, 
 
 They  're  gone,  but  where  ?  Ah !  pause  and  see, 
 Gone  to  a  dread  eternity. 
 
 4  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
 In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 
 
 And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee,— 
 Death,  and  a  long  eternity  ? 
 
 2S6 — C.  M. 
 
 What  manner  of  persons  ought  we  to  be? 
 
 And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
 
 And  answer  in  that  day 
 For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
 
 And  every  word  I  say  ? 
 
 2  Yes  :  every  secret  of  my  heart 
 
 Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
 And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
 For  all  that  I  have  done. 
 
 3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live,— 
 
 With  what  religious  fear ! 
 Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
 For  my  behaviour  here. 
 
 4  Thou  awful  judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
 
 The  watchful  power  bestow; 
 So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
 To  all  I  speak  or  do. 
 
 5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 
 
 0  let  me  feel  thee  near ; 
 
 And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 
 
 1  at  thy  bar  appear, 
 
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 287.  — S.  HI. 
 
 A  look  into  eternity. 
 
 And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
 
 To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
 And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
 
 Into  a  world  unknown  ?  — 
 A  land  of  deepest  shade, 
 
 Unpicrced  by  human  thought; 
 The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 Where  all  things  arc  forgot. 
 
 2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
 
 What  will  become  of  me  ? 
 Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
 
 Must  then  my  portion  be : 
 Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 
 I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
 And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
 
 And  see  the  flaming  skies. 
 
 3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb, — 
 
 With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
 A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 
 
 A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 
 Will  angel  bands  convey 
 
 Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
 Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 
 »  To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 
 
 4  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 
 
 That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
 Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out, 
 
 Or  number'd  with  the  blest  ? 
 I  must  from  God  be  driven, 
 
 Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
 Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven,         s 
 
 Or  else,  —  depart  to  hell. 
 
 2S8.  —  P.  BE. 
 Not  dead,  but  gone  before. 
 
 Friend  after  friend  departs : 
 
 Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
 There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
 
 That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
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226  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
 Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 
 
 2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
 
 Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
 There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 
 
 Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
 Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire, 
 "Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 
 
 3  There  is  a  world  above, 
 
 Where  parting  is  unknown, 
 A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
 
 Form'd  for  the  good  alone ; 
 And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
 Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 
 
 4  Thus,  star  by  star  declines, 
 
 Till  all  are  pass'd  away, 
 As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 
 
 To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
 Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, — 
 They  hide  themselves  in  heaven;s  own  light. 
 
 289.  —  P.  fflt. 
 Time  and  eternity. 
 
 Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
 'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
 
 Secure,  insensible : 
 A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
 Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 
 Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 
 
 2  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
 And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 
 
 Eternal  things  impress : 
 Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
 And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
 
 And  wake  to  righteousness. 
 
 3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
 The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 
 
 When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
 
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 To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
 And  teil  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 
 To  meet  a  joyful  doom. 
 
 4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,— 
 "With  serious  industry  and  tear, 
 
 Eternal  bliss  t'  ensure ; 
 Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
 And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
 
 And  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
 Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 
 
 And  reign  with  thee  above, 
 "Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
 And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 
 
 And  everlasting  love. 
 
 290.—  P.M. 
 
 Gabriel's  trump. 
 
 What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear  ? 
 'T  is  Gabriel's  trump,  methinks,  I  hear, 
 
 The  expected  day  has  come. 
 Behold  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea,— 
 Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee : 
 
 Return,  ye  exiles,  home. 
 
 2  Behold  the  fair  Jerusalem, 
 Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 
 
 In  glory  doth  appear ; 
 Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tombs, 
 To  meet  the  Bridegroom ;  lo !  he  comes 
 
 And  hails  the  festive  year. 
 
 3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there ; 
 I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air, 
 
 And  trace  the  sacred  road ; 
 Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things, 
 O  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 
 
 I  'd  quickly  see  my  God. 
 
228  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 1  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  0  fly,— 
 I  thirst,  I  pant,  I  faint,  I  die, 
 
 Angelic  joys  to  prove ! 
 Soon  shall  I  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
 Clap  my  glad  wings,  and  soar  away, 
 
 And  shout  redeeming  love. 
 
 291.  —  C.  JXE. 
 
 Man  dieth  and  wasteth  away. 
 
 Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear ; 
 
 Repent,  —  thine  end  is  nigh; 
 Death,  at  the  farthest,  can  t  be  far : 
 
 0  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  defence ; 
 
 His  time  there 's  none  can  tell : 
 He  '11  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. 
 
 292. -C.  M. 
 
 Thou  hast  made  my  days  as  a  hand-breadth. 
 
 Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
 Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
 
 I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
 And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
 
 2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast,  — 
 An  inch  or  two  of  time ! 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
 In  all  his  power  and  prime. 
 
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 3  See,  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
 
 Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
 They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
 But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 
 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 
 They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
 And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
 
 5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 
 
 From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust! 
 They  make  our  expectation  vain, 
 And  disappoint  our  trust. 
 
 6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
 
 My  fond  desires  recall ; 
 I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
 And  make  my  God  my  all. 
 
 293.  — Chant. 
 
 The  Reaper. 
 
 There  is  a  reaper,  whose  name  is  Death, 
 
 And  with  his  sickle  keen, 
 He  reaps  the  bearded  grain  at  a  breath, 
 
 And  the  flowers  that  grow  between. 
 
 2  "  Shall  I  have  naught  that  is  fair  ?"  said  he; 
 "  Have  naught  but  the  bearded  grain  ? 
 Though  the  breath  of  flowers  is  sweet  to  me, 
 I  will  give  them  back  again." 
 
 2  He  gazed  at  the  flowers  with  tearful  eyes; 
 He  kissed  their  drooping  leaves ; 
 It  was  for  the  Lord  of  Paradise, 
 He  bound  them  in  his  sheaves. 
 
 4  "  My  Lord  has  need  of  these  flow'rets  gay," 
 
 The  reaper  said,  and  smiled; 
 "  Dear  tokens  of  the  earth  arc  they, 
 Where  once  there  was  a  child. 
 
 5  They  shall  all  bloom  in  fields  of  light, 
 
 Transplanted  by  my  care, 
 And  saints,  upon  their  garments  white, 
 These  sacred  blossoms  bear.'" 
 
230  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 6  And  the  mother  gave,  in  tears  and  pain, 
 
 The  flowers  she  most  did  love : 
 She  knew  she  should  find  them  all  again, 
 In  fields  of  light  above. 
 
 7  Oh  !  not  in  cruelty,  not  in  wrath, 
 
 The  Reaper  came  that  day : 
 'T  was  an  angel  visited  the  green  earth, 
 And  took  the  flowers  away. 
 
 294.— P.M. 
 
 Reflections  on  death  and  eternity. 
 My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
 Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
 
 Around  their  steady  pole ; 
 Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
 And  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 
 
 Where  endless  ages  roll. 
 
 2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen : 
 How  swift  the  moments  fly  between, 
 
 And  whisper  as  they  fly. 
 "  Unthinking  man,  rememember  this, 
 Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 
 
 Thou  too,  must  groan  and  die." 
 
 3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call ; 
 Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 
 
 And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
 Beyond  the  vast,  expansive  blue, 
 To  sing  above,  as  angels  do, 
 
 Or  sink  in  endless  night. 
 
 4  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  woe 
 Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 
 
 On  this  precarious  breath : 
 The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows 
 Whether  another  shall  close, 
 
 Ere  I  expire  in  death. 
 
 5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
 I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 
 
 And  there  in  silence  rot. 
 Alas !  an  hour  may  close  the  scene ; 
 And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 
 
 My  name  be  quite  forgot. 
 
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 6  But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct, 
 And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 
 
 It  cannot,  cannot  be : 
 No  :  my  immortal  cannot  die ! 
 What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly 
 
 When  death  shail  set  thee  free  ? 
 
 7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
 Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 
 
 And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place  ? 
 Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
 And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 
 
 Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 
 
 8  A  heaven,  a  hell,  and  these  alone, 
 Beyond  the  present  life  are  known,— 
 
 There  is  no  middle  state. 
 To-day  attend  the  call  divine ; 
 To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 
 
 Or  it  may  be  too  late. 
 
 9  Oh,  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
 "Vast  is  the  change,  what  e'er  it  seem 
 
 To  poor  unthinking  men. 
 Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
 Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now, 
 
 What  it  would  tell  me  then. 
 
 10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
 Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way 
 
 That  leads  to  joys  on  high. 
 Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 
 
 So  as  I  dare  not  die. 
 
 295.  — P.  M. 
 
 Tlie  chariot. 
 The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
 As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 
 Lo !  self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
 And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  are  bowed. 
 
 2  The  glory !  the  glory  !  around  him  are  poured, 
 Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  their  Lord; 
 And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
 And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory  wear. 
 
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232  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  all  have  heard : 
 Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnels  are  stirred ! 
 From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the 
 
 north, 
 All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth. 
 
 4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  all  are  set! 
 Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are  met, 
 There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
 And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 
 
 5  O  mercy  !  O  mercy !  look  clown  from  above, 
 Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love ! 
 When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  arc  driven, 
 May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 
 
 296.  — P.  M. 
 
 Behold  the  Lord  comcth. 
 
 Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
 
 Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain ; 
 Thousand,  thousand,  saints  attending, 
 
 Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 
 
 2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 
 
 Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
 Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
 Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
 
 Deeply  wailing, 
 Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 
 
 3  All  the  tokens  of  his  passion 
 
 Still  his  dazzling  body  bears; 
 Cause  of  endless  exultation 
 To  his  ransom'd  worshipers; 
 
 With  what  rapture 
 Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars.' 
 
 4  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 
 
 High  on  thine  eternal  throne ; 
 Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
 Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known : 
 
 Jah !  Jehovah ! 
 Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own. 
 
SECTION   XXIV 
 
 THE  DYING   CHRISTIAN. 
 
 297.—  li.  M. 
 
 Precious  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord  is  the  death  of  his  saints. 
 Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die, 
 
 When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ; 
 How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye! 
 
 How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 
 
 2  So  fades  a  summer-cloud  away ; 
 
 So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
 So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
 So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 
 
 3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 
 
 Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing; 
 O  grave  where  is  thy  victory  now  ? 
 And  where,  insidious  death,  thy  sting  ? 
 
 298.— P.  M. 
 
 The  dying  Christian. 
 Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
 Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame. 
 Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
 O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
 Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
 And  let  me  languibh  into  life. 
 
 2  Hark !  they  whisper :  angels  say,  — 
 Sister  spirit,  come  away : 
 What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, — 
 Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight,  — 
 Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath, 
 Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
 
234  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  The  world  recedes ;  it  disappears : 
 Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ; 
 
 With  sounds  seraphic  ring. 
 Lend,  lend  your  wings ;  I  mount :  I  fly. 
 0  grave  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
 
 399.  — P.  M. 
 
 Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave. 
 
 Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  —  but  we  will  not  deplore 
 thee, 
 
 Though  soitow  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb ; 
 The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  before  thee, 
 
 And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  thro'  the  gloom. 
 
 2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ,  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 
 
 Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 
 But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
 And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath  died. 
 
 3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  and  its  mansion  forsaking, 
 
 Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long; 
 But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy  waking, 
 And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  seraphim's  song. 
 
 4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  —  but  we  will  not  deplore 
 
 thee, 
 Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,  and  Guide ; 
 He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee; 
 And  death  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour  hath  died. 
 
 300.  — P.  M. 
 
 Angel  band. 
 [Tune  No.  44.] 
 
 My  latest  sun  is  setting  fast, 
 
 My  race  is  almost  run : 
 My  sorest  trials  now  are  past, 
 My  triumph  is  begun. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 O,  come,  angel  band, 
 
 Come,  and  around  me  stand ; 
 0  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 
 To  my  immortal  home. 
 
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 2  I  know  I  'in  Dealing  the  holy  ranks 
 
 Of  friends  and  kindred  dear : 
 For  I  brush  the  dew  on  Jordan's  banks ; 
 The  crossing  must  be  near. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 3  I  've  almost  reached  my  heavenly  home ; 
 
 My  spirit  loudly  sings  : 
 The  holy  ones,  —  behold  they  come; 
 I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 4  0  bear  my  longing  soul  to  him 
 
 Who  bled  and  died  for  me ; 
 Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 
 And  gives  me  victory. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 301.— Ii.  M. 
 
 The  end  of  that  man  is  peace. 
 
 How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
 
 When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
 How  mildy  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 
 
 How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 
 
 2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 
 
 So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
 So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
 So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 
 
 3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 
 
 A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
 And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
 Which  his  unfettcr'd  soul  enjoys. 
 
 4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
 
 Where  light  and  shade  alternate  dwell  : 
 How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears ! 
 Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 
 
 5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, — 
 
 Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
 While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
 How  bless  the  righteous  when  he  dies  I 
 
CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 302.  — H..  M. 
 
 Grace  conquers  the  fear  of  death. 
 
 Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
 
 What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
 Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
 
 Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
 And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  0  would  my  Lord  his  servant  meet, 
 
 My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
 Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
 Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 
 
 4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
 
 Feci  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
 While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
 And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 
 
 303. —P.  M. 
 
 Tlie  faithful  sentinal. 
 
 Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  his  youth, 
 He  hasted,— the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth; 
 For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the  lost : 
 Soon,  alas !  was  his  fall ;  but  he  died  at  his  post,  — 
 
 2  The  stranger's  eye  wept,  that,  in  life's  brightest  bloom, 
 One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb; 
 
 For  in  ardor  he  led,  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
 And  he  fell  like  a  soldier,  —  he  died  at  his  post. 
 
 3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  was  done; 
 The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won; 
 
 But  he  whisper'd  of  those  whom  his  heart  clung  to  most : 
 "  Tell  my  brethren,"  said  he,  "  that  I  died  at  my  post.'» 
 
 4  He  ask'd  not  a  stone,  to  be  sculptured  in  verse ; 
 He  ask'd  not  that  fame  should  his  merits  rehearse; 
 But  he  ask'd  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the  ghost, 
 That  his  brethren  might  know  that  he  died  at  his  post. 
 
THE    DYING    CIIltlSTIAN.  237 
 
 5  Victorious  his  fall,  for  he  rose  as  he  fell, 
 "With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell ; 
 
 He  has  passed  o'er  the  sea,  —  he  has  reached  the  bright 
 
 coast ; 
 For  he  fell  like  a  martyr,  —  he  died  at  his  post. 
 
 6  And  can  we  the  words  of  our  brother  forget  ? 
 O  no !  they  arc  fresh  in  our  memory  yet : 
 
 An  example  so  sacred  shall  never  be  lost ; 
 
 We  will  fall  in  the  work,  —  we  will  die  at  our  post. 
 
 304 P.  M. 
 
 JSTo  more  sorrow  there. 
 
 On,  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
 
 When  I  am  called  to  die ; 
 Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
 
 To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 There  '11  be  no  more  sorrow  there, 
 
 There'll  be  no  more  sorrow  there; 
 In  heaven  above  where  all  is  love, 
 
 There  '11  be  no  more  sorrow  there. 
 
 2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drop3 
 
 Roll  off  my  marble  brow ; 
 Break  forth  in  songs  of  joyfulness, 
 Let  heaven  begin  below. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 
 
 Oh,  watch  my  dying  face 
 To  catch  the  bright, 'seraphic  gleam 
 Which  o'er  iny  features  plays. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 4  Then  to  my  raptured  soul, 
 
 Let  one  sweet  song  be  given ; 
 Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
 And  gie^t  me  first  in  heaven. 
 Chorus: — 
 
238  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 
 
 And  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
 
 And  foid  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
 
 Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 6  When,  round  my  senseless  clay, 
 
 Assemble  those  I  love, 
 Oh  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
 My  glorious  home  above. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 305. -S.  M. 
 
 God  shall  wipe  away  all  tears  from.  tJieir  eyei 
 
 0,  what  a  mighty  change 
 
 Shall  Jesus'  suff'rers  know, 
 While  o'er  the  happy  plains  we  range, 
 
 Incapable  of  woe! 
 No  ill-requited  love 
 
 Shall  there  our  spirits  wound : 
 No  base  ingratitude  above,  — 
 
 No  sin  in  heaven  is  found. 
 
 2  There  all  our  griefs  are  spent ; 
 
 There  all  our  sorrows  end : 
 We  cannot  there  the  fall  lament 
 
 Of  a  departed  friend : 
 A  brother  dead  to  God, 
 
 By  sin,  alas !  undone : 
 No  father  there,  in  passion  loud, 
 
 Cries,  —  0,  my  son !  my  son ! 
 
 3  No  slightest  touch  of  pain, 
 
 Nor  sorrow's  least  alloy 
 Can  violate  our  rest,  or  stain 
 
 Our  purity  of  joy : 
 In  that  eternal  day 
 
 No  clouds  or  tempters  rise ; 
 There  gushing  tears  are  wiped  away 
 
 Forever  from  our  eyes. 
 
SECTION    XXV. 
 
 HEAVEN  IN  PROSPECT. 
 
 306.  —  Ii.M. 
 
 Tlie  believer's  portion. 
 
 Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
 My  faith,  ray  patience,  and  my  love; 
 When  men  of  spite  against  rac  join, 
 They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
 
 2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
 'T  is  all  the  happiness  they  know ; 
 
 T  is  all  they  seek :  they  take  their  shares, 
 And  leave  the  rest  among  then-  heirs. 
 
 3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign ; 
 
 Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine; 
 I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
 And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
 
 4  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
 But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
 Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
 When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 
 
 5  0  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode ! 
 
 I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
 And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
 The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
 
 307. -S.  M. 
 
 A  better  country. 
 
 Far  from  these  scenes  of  night, 
 
 Unbounded  glories  rise, 
 And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delightj 
 
 Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 
 
240  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  Fair  land !  —  could  mortal  eyes 
 
 But  half  its  charms  explore, 
 How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
 And  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 
 
 3  No  cloud  those  regions  know, — 
 
 Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ; 
 For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
 Can  never  enter  there. 
 
 4  O  may  the  prospect  fire 
 
 Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
 Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
 Bear  every  thought  above. 
 
 5  Prepared,  by  grace  divine, 
 
 For  thy  bright  courts  on  high, 
 Lord,  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
 The  chorus  of  the  sky. 
 
 30S.— P.  M. 
 
 Blessed  are  the  people  that  knoio  the  joyful  sound. 
 Hark,  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds ! 
 Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds ; 
 And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
 Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
 And  guides  them  safely,  by  his  word, 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 2  Hail,  all  victorious,  conquering  Lord! 
 Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  adored, 
 Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 
 
 And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
 That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign, 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 3  Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls,  fight  on ! 
 And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
 Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
 And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
 And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear, 
 
 In  endless  day. 
 
HEAVEN    IN    PROSPECT.  241 
 
 4  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
 With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
 To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
 "When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
 And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 309.  — P.  HI. 
 
 Tliere,  there  is  rest. 
 
 Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 
 
 Here  is  no  rest,  —  is  no  rest; 
 Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest,  —  I  am  blest; 
 For  1  "look  forward  to  that  glorious  day 
 When  sin  and  sorrow  shall  vanish  away: 
 My  heart  doth  'cap,  while  I  hear  Jesus  say 
 
 There,  there  is  rest,  —  there  is  rest. 
 
 2  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around; 
 
 Here  is  no  rest,  —  is  no  rest: 
 Here  I  urn  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround; 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest,  —  1  am  blest. 
 Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
 Laugh  at  my  weeping,  —  endeavor  to  shame; 
 I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme; 
 
 There,  there  is  rest,  —  there  is  rest. 
 
 3  Here  arc  afflictions  and  trials  severe; 
 
 Here  is  no  rest,  —  is  no  rest : 
 Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear; 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest,  — I  am  blest. 
 Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word ; 
 Blessed  arc  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord; 
 They  have  been  called  to  receive  their  reward; 
 
 There,  there  is  rest,  —  there  is  rest. 
 
 4  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state; 
 
 Here  is  no  rest,  —  is  no  rest: 
 Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 
 
 Yet  1  iim  blest,  —  I  am  blest. 
 Soon  shall  I  be  from  my  sorrows  released, 
 Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
 Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  breast; 
 
 There,  there  is  rest,  —  there  is  rest. 
 16 
 
-242  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 310.  —  P.  M. 
 
 Rest  for  the  weary. 
 
 In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
 
 There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 
 There  my  Saviour 's  gone  before  me, 
 
 To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
 There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
 There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
 
 There  is  rest  for  you  : 
 On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
 In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
 Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
 
 There  is  rest  for  you. 
 
 2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
 
 Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
 For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
 In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter,— 
 
 Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share; 
 But  in  that  celestial  center, 
 I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
 
 CnoRus : 
 
 4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanished, 
 
 And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 
 Shout  for  gladness.  0  ye  ransomed! 
 Hail  with  joy  the  rising  mora. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 6  Sing,  0  sing,  ye  hens  of  glory ; 
 Shout  your  triumph  as  yon  go : 
 Zion's  gates  wiil  open  for  you, — 
 You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
 Chorus  : 
 
HEAVEN    IN    PKOSPECT.  243 
 
 3ii.  — p.  in. 
 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
 
 Wc  '11  be  gathered  home ; 
 Nor  death  nor  .sighing  visit  there, 
 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home : 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 We'll  wait  till  .Testis  comes, 
 We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
 We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
 And  We  'II  be  gathered  home 
 
 2  Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 
 
 Wc  '11  be  gathered  home ; 
 That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine; 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 3  When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
 
 We'll  be  gathered  home; 
 That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be; 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below ; 
 
 Wc  Ml  be  gathered  home : 
 Which  flames  devour  or  waves  overflow, 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 5  The  earth  may  fail  and  stars  decline; 
 
 Wc  '11  be  gathered  home : 
 
 The  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine ; 
 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 6  All  nature  sink  ahd  cease  to  be ; 
 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home : 
 That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  he : 
 We  '11  be  gathered  home. 
 
 Chorus:— 
 
244  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 313- P.  HI. 
 
 TJic  shining  shore. 
 
 My  days  arc  gliding  .swiftly  by, 
 
 And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
 Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, — 
 
 Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 For  oh !  we  stand  on.  Jordan's  strand,  — 
 
 Our  friend*  are  passing  over; 
 And  just  before  is  the  shining  6hore, — 
 Our  nappy  homo  forever. 
 
 2  "We  '11  gird  our  lions,  my  brethren  dear, 
 
 Our  distant  home  discerning; 
 Our  absent  Lord  lias  left  us  word, 
 Let  every  lamp  bo  burning. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 3  Should  coming  days  fie  cold  and  dark, 
 
 "VVc  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
 
 That  perfect  rest  naught;  con  molest, 
 
 Where  golden  harps  are  ringing'. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
 
 Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever; 
 Our  King  says,  "  Come,"  and  there 's  our  home, 
 For  ever,  oh !  for  ever ! 
 
 Chords: 
 
 313. -P.  M. 
 
 Tlic  heavenly  antepast. 
 
 Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
 
 We  soon  shall  recover  our  home; 
 The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, — 
 
 The  day  of  eternity  come. 
 From  earth  we  shall*  quickly  remove, 
 
 And  mount  to  our  native  abode; 
 The  house  of  our  Father  above, — 
 
 The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 
 
HEAVEN    IN    PROSPECT.  245 
 
 2  Our  mounting  is  all  at  an  end, 
 
 When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  word, 
 We  see  the  new  city  descend, 
 
 Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 
 The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 
 
 No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air: 
 No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin; 
 
 No  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 
 
 3  By  faith  wc  already  behold 
 
 That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  : 
 Her  walls  are  of  Jasper  and  gold ; 
 -  As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear; 
 Immovably  founded  in  grace, 
 
 She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
 And  brightly  her  builder  displays, 
 
 And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 
 
 314 — 1».  KE. 
 
 Ootr  the  river. 
 On  the  banks  be3rond  the  stream, 
 Where  the  fields  are  always  green, 
 
 There  \s  mi  night,  but  endless  day; 
 
 There  is  where  the  angels  stay. 
 There  's  mi  sorrow,  pain,  nor  fear, 
 There  's  no  parting  fare  well -tear; 
 
 There  \s  no  cloud,  no  darkness  there, 
 
 All  is  blight,  and  clear,  and  fair. 
 
 2  Flowers  of  fadeless  beauty  there, 
 Trees  of  life  with  foliage  fair, 
 
 Fruits,  the  most  inviting  grow, 
 
 There  is  where  I  want  to  go. 
 Hark!  I  hear  the  angels  sing; 
 Heavenly  harpers  on  the  wing 
 
 Throng  (he  air,  and  hid  ine  rise 
 
 To  all  the  music  of  the  skies. 
 
 3  Soon  from  earth  I  Ml  soar  away, 
 To  the  realm-  of  endless  day  : 
 
 Soon  1  'II  join  the  ransomed  throng, 
 
 Sing  with  them  redemptions  t,oug. 
 Pearly  gates  stand  open  wide, 
 Just  beyond  death's  chilling  tide; 
 
 There  my  mansion  bright  I  see, 
 
 There  my  angels  wait  for  me. 
 
246  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 315.  — C.  91. 
 
 Yet  believing,  ye  rejoice  vnthjoy  unspeakable  and  fuM  of  glory. 
 
 How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
 
 Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
 This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place : 
 
 1  seek  my  place  in  heaven ; 
 
 2  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 
 
 Yet,  O  by  faith,  I  sec; 
 The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, — 
 The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 
 
 3  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 
 
 While  here  on  earth  we  stay! 
 We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
 And  antedate  that  day. 
 
 4  We  feel  the  resurrection  near,  — 
 
 Our  life  in  Christ  concealed; 
 And  with  his  glorious  presence  hero, 
 Our  earthen  vessels  Idled. 
 
 5  0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow! 
 
 And  let  the  vessels  break, 
 And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go 
 To  grasp  the  God  we  seek. 
 
 6  In  rapturous  awe  on  him  we  gaze, 
 
 Who  bought  the  sight  for  me ; 
 And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 316. -C  JJI. 
 
 TJie  lands  beyond  (he  river. 
 
 There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
 
 Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
 Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
 
 And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
 
 2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
 And  never  withering  flowers ; 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
 This  heavenly  land  irom  ours. 
 
HEAVEN    IN    PROSPECT.  247 
 
 3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
 Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 
 So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
 While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
 
 4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
 And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
 Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
 Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
 
 317. -P.  M. 
 
 Tliere  's  a  light  in  the  window. 
 
 There 's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee,  dear  brother,— 
 
 There 's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee ; 
 Thy  mother  has  moved  to  her  mansions  above,  — 
 There 's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 
 
 And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee; 
 
 A  mansion  in  heaven  we  see, 
 
 And  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
 
 2  There 's  a  crown  and  a  robe  and  a  palm,  dear  brother, 
 When  from  toil  and  from  care  thou  art  free ; 
 The  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  thee  a  home, 
 With  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 3  O  watch,  and  be  faithful,  and  pray,  dear  brother, 
 All  your  journey  o'er  life's  troubled  sea ; 
 Though  afflictions  assail  you,  and  storms  beat  severe, 
 There 's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 Then  on,  perseveringly  on,  dear  brother, 
 Till  from  conflict  and  suffering  free ; 
 
 Bright  angels  are  beckoning  thee  over  the  stream; 
 There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
248  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 318.  — P.  M. 
 
 Let  me  go. 
 
 Words  and  Music  by  Rev.  L.  Hartsough. 
 
 [Tune  No.  45.] 
 
 Let  mc  go  where  saints  are  going, 
 
 To  the  mansions  of  the  blest ; 
 Let  me  go  where  my  Redeemer 
 
 Has  prepared  his  people's  rest. 
 I  would  gain  the  realms  of  brightness, 
 
 Where  they  go  out  nevermore : 
 I  would  join  the  friends  that  wait  me 
 
 Over  on  the  other  shore. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 Let  me  go ;  'tis  Jesus  calls  me, ' 
 
 Let  mc  gain  the  realms  of  day? 
 Bear  mc  over  angel  pinions ; 
 
 Longs  my  soul  to  be  away. 
 
 2  Let  me  go  where  none  arc  weary, 
 
 Where  is  raised  no  wail  of  woe ; 
 Let  me  go  and  bathe  my  spirit 
 
 In  the  raptures  angels  know : 
 Let  me  go;  for  bliss  eternal 
 
 Lures  ni}'  soul  away,  away, 
 And  the  victor's  song  triumphant, 
 
 Thrills  my  heart,  —  I  cannot  stay. 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 3  Let  me  go !  why  should  I  tarry  ? 
 
 What  has  earth  to  bind  me  here  ? 
 What  but  cares,  and  toils,  and  sorrows  ? 
 
 What  but  death,  and  pain,  and  fear  ? 
 Let  me  go ;  for  hopes  most  cherished, 
 
 Blasted,  round  mc  often  lie. 
 0, 1  've  gathered  brightest  flowers, 
 
 But  to  see  them  fade  and  die. 
 
 Chorus  :— 
 
 4  Let  mc  go  where  tears  and  sighing 
 
 Arc  forevcrmorc  unknown ; 
 Where  the  joyous  songs  of  glory 
 Call  me  to  a  happier  home. 
 
HEAVEN    IN    PEOSPECT.  249 
 
 Let  me  go ;  I  'd  cease  this  dying, 
 
 I  would  gain  life's  fairer  plains ; 
 Let  me  join  the  myriad  harpers, 
 
 Let  me  chant  their  rapturous  strains. 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 5  Let  me  go :  there  is  a  glory- 
 
 That  my  soul  hath  longed  to  know. 
 I  am  thirsty  for  the  waters 
 
 That  from  crystal  fountains  flow : 
 There  is  where  the  angels  tarry, 
 
 There  the  saved  forever  throng; 
 There  the  brightness  wearies  never; 
 
 There  I  '11  sing  redemption's  song. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 6  Let  me  go  •  0,  speed  my  journey ! 
 
 Saints  and  seraphs  lure  away. 
 0,  I  almost  feel  the  raptures 
 
 That  make  up  their  endless  day. 
 Oft  mcthinks  I  hear  the  singing 
 
 That  is  only  heard  above. 
 Let  me  go :  6,  speed  my  going! 
 
 Let  me  go  where  all  is  love. 
 
 Chorus:— 
 
 319. -li.  M. 
 
 The  glorious  end  in  view. 
 
 Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue ; 
 
 With  vigor  arise, 
 And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  skies. 
 Of  heavenly  birth,  though  wand'ring  on  earth, 
 
 This  is  not  our  place ; 
 But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  wc  confess. 
 
 2  At  Jesus'  call,  wc  gave  up  our  all; 
 
 And  still  wc  forego, 
 For  Jesus'  sake,  our  enjoyments  below. 
 No  longing  wc  lind  for  the  country  behind ; 
 
 But  onward  wc  move, 
 And  still  we  arc  seeking  a  country  above :  — 
 
250  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  A  country  of  joy  without  any  alloy ; 
 
 Wc  thither  repair ; 
 Our  hearts  and  our  treasure  already  are  there. 
 "Wc  march  hand  in  hand  to  Immanuers  land; 
 
 No  matter  what  cheer 
 "We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity 's  here. 
 
 4  The  rougher  the  way,  the  shorter  our  stay ; 
 
 The  tempests  that  rise 
 Shall  gloriously  hurry  our  souls  to  the  skies : 
 The  fiercer  the  blast/the  sooner  't is  past; 
 
 The  troubles  that  come 
 Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  us  home. 
 
 320.  — P.  M. 
 
 The  sun-bright  clime. 
 Have  you  heard,  have  you  heard  of  the  sun-bright 
 
 clime, 
 Undimm'd  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time  ? 
 Where  age  has  no  power  o'er  the  fadeless  frame, 
 Where  the  eye  is  fire  and  the  heart  is  flame, — 
 Have  you  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime  ? 
 
 2  A  river  of  water  gushes  there, 
 
 'Mid  flowers  of  beauty  strangely  fair, 
 And  a  thousand  forms  are  hovering  o'er 
 The  golden  waves  and  the  dashing  shore, 
 That  arc  seen  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 3  And  myriad  forms  all  clothed  in  white, 
 In  garments  of  beauty  clear  and  bright; 
 Thc.v  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
 'Mid  fadeless  hues  of  countless  flowers, 
 
 That  bloom  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 4  Ear  hath  not  heard,  and  eye  hath  not  seen 
 Their  heavenly  forms  and  their  changeless  sheen, 
 Their  ensigns  arc  waving,  their  banners  unfurled, 
 O'er  the  jasper  walls  and  the  gates  of  pearl 
 
 That  arc  fixed  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 5  But  far,  far  away  is  that  sinless  clime, 
 Undimm'd  by  sorrow,  unharm'd  by  crime; 
 Where  amid  all  things  that  are  fair  is  given 
 The  home  of  the  just,  and  its  name  is  heaven : 
 
 'T  is  the  name  of  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
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 321  —  S.  I?I. 
 
 Rejoicing  in  hope. 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
 
 And  let  your  joys  be  known ; 
 Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
 
 While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
 Let  those  refuse  to  sing- 
 
 Who  never  knew  our  God, 
 But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
 
 May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 2  The  God  that  rales  on  high, 
 
 That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
 That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
 
 And  calms  the  roaring  seas ; 
 This  awful  God  is  ours, 
 
 Our  Father  and  our  Love ; 
 He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powert, 
 
 To  carry  us  above. 
 
 3  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
 
 And  never,  never  sin ; 
 There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in : 
 Yea,  and  before  me  rise 
 
 To  that  immortal  state, 
 The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
 
 Should  constant  joys  create. 
 
 4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
 
 Glory  begun  below : 
 Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground, 
 
 From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 
 Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
 
 And  every  tear  be  dry  : 
 "We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
 
 323.— P.OT. 
 
 Joyful  in  hope. 
 
 Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
 My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
 Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
 
252 
 
 CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 AwhMe  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
 And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
 To  that  celestial  hill. 
 
 2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
 Lobk  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 
 The  saints'  secure  abode ; 
 On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
 And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 
 
 And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 
 
 3  "Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
 We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 
 
 And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
 To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
 And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 
 
 The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 
 
 4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope! 
 It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up ; 
 
 It  brings  to  life  the  dead  : 
 Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
 And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 
 
 Triumphant  with  our  Head. 
 
 6  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 
 We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see; 
 
 The  beatific  sight 
 Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
 And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
 
 Of  everlasting  light. 
 
 323 — P.  HI. 
 
 Tlie  family  in  heaven  and  earth. 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
 That  have  obtain'd  the  prize ; 
 
 And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
 To  joys  celestial  rise. 
 
 2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 
 With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
 For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
 In  earth  and  heaven,  arc  one. 
 
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 8  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 
 One  church  above,  beneath, 
 Though  now  divided  by  the  stream,— 
 The  narrow  stream  of  death. 
 
 4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
 
 To  his  command  we  bow ; 
 Part  of  his  host  have  crossed  the  flood. 
 And  part  arc  crossing  now. 
 
 5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  homo 
 
 This  solemn  moment  ily ; 
 And  wc  are  to  the  margin  come, 
 And  wc  expect  to  die. 
 
 6  His  militant,  embodied  host, 
 
 With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
 
 And  long  to  sec  that  happy  coast, 
 
 And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 
 
 324 — 8.  in. 
 
 Forever  with  the  Lord. 
 
 Foitr.VEit  with  the  Lord ! 
 
 Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
 Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
 
 'T  is  immortality. 
 
 2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 
 
 Absent  from  him  I  roam ; 
 Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
 A  day's  march  nearer  home. 
 
 3  Forever  with  the  Lord ! 
 
 Father,  if  't  is  thy  will, 
 The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
 E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 
 
 4  So  when  my  latest  breath 
 
 Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
 By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
 And  life-eternal  gain. 
 
 5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
 
 How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
 And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
 Forever  with  the  Lord. 
 
254  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 325.  —  JP.  HI. 
 
 Tliere  's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 
 This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
 
 For  man's  illusion  given ; 
 The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
 Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow: 
 
 There 's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 
 
 2  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 
 
 From  wave  to  wave  are  driven, 
 And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray, 
 Serve  but  to  light  their  troubled  way: 
 
 There  's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 
 
 3  And  false  the  light  of  glory's  plume, 
 
 As  fading  hues  of  even ; 
 And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
 Arc  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb: 
 
 There 's  nothing  bright  but  heaven. 
 
 4  And  wherc's  the  light,  held  out  to  cheer 
 
 The  heart  with  anguish  riven; 
 Affliction's  sigh,  and  sorrow's  tear, 
 Have  never  found  a  refuge  here : 
 
 There 's  nothing  kind  but  heaven. 
 
 5  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
 
 Corroding  fears  arc  driven ; 
 They  're  washed  in  Chsist's  atoning  blood, 
 Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 
 
 And  find  then*  way  to  heaven. 
 
 326.  — COT. 
 
 In  all  these  things  we  are  more  than  conquerors. 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
 
 To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 I  '11  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 
 2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
 
 And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
 Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  frowning  world. 
 
 3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come; 
 
 Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 
 
 So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
 
 My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
 
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 4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
 In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Across  rny  peaceful  breast. 
 
 337. -P.  HI. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 
 What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my  frame  ? 
 
 Is  it  death  ?  Is  it  death  ? 
 That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital  frame  ? 
 
 Is  it  death  ?  Is  it  death  ? 
 If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
 From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, — 
 I  shall  the  King  of  glory  sec. 
 
 All  is  well, 'all  is  well. 
 
 2  "Weep  not  my  friends,  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me; 
 
 All  is  well. 
 My  sins  arc  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free, 
 
 All  is  well. 
 There 's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
 To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes; 
 I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  sides. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 
 8  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory ; 
 
 All  is  well. 
 I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
 
 All  is  well. 
 Bright  angels  arc  from  glory  come, 
 They  're  round  my  bed,  —  they  're  in  my  room, 
 They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 
 4  Hark,  hark !  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 I  soon  6hall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu! 
 I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
 My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 
 
 All  is  well. 
 
256  CHOHAL    ECHOES. 
 
 338 — P.  M. 
 
 Vain  world  adieu. 
 
 "When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
 And  sens  arc  calm,  and  skies  are  clear, 
 And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
 And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
 The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 Vain  world,  adieu,  vain  world,  adieu. 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 Vain  world,  adieu. 
 
 2  With  cheerful  hope,  her  eyes  explore 
 Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore; 
 The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
 The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream; 
 Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
 And  loud  iier  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 Vain  world,  adieu. 
 
 3  As  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
 More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
 With  steady  helm  and  free  hent  sail, 
 Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail ; 
 Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
 And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
 Glory  to  God. 
 
 329 P.  3TI. 
 
 I  would  not  liv*  alway. 
 
 I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
 Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
 The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
 Are  enough  for  life's  joys,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 
 
 2  I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  —  welcome  the  tomb! 
 Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom : 
 There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
 To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 
 
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 3  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his  God, — 
 Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
 Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the  plains, 
 And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 
 
 4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
 Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
 While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
 
 And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 
 
 330  —  P.  M. 
 
 The  world  of  light. 
 
 There  is  a  beautiful  world 
 
 Where  saints  and  angels  sing ; 
 A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reign, 
 
 And  heavenly  praises  ring. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 We  '11  be  there ;  we  '11  be  there : 
 Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory 
 We  shall  wear 
 In  that  beautiful  world  of  light. 
 
 2  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
 
 Unseen  by  mortal  sight, 
 And  darkness  never  enters  there ; 
 That  world  is  pure  and  bright. 
 Chorus  :— 
 
 3  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
 
 Where  sorrow  never  comes ; 
 A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall, 
 In  sighing  for  our  homes. 
 
 Chorus  :— 
 
 4  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
 
 Of  harmony  and  love : 
 0,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 
 And  dwell  with  God  above. 
 
 Chorus  :— 
 
258  CHORAL   ECHOES. 
 
 331.  —  s.  m. 
 
 A  house  not  made  with  hands,  eternal  in  the  heavans. 
 
 We  know,  by  faith  we  know, 
 
 If  this  vile  house  of  clay, 
 This  tabernacle  sunk  below, 
 
 In  ruinous  decay,  — 
 
 2  "We  have  a  house  above, 
 
 Not  made  by  mortal  hands ; 
 
 And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love 
 
 That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 
 
 3  It  stands  securely  high, 
 
 Indissolubly  sure : 
 Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky, 
 Shall  evermore  endure. 
 
 4  Full  of  immortal  hope, 
 
 We  urge  the  restless  strife, 
 And  hasten  to  be  swallow'd  up 
 Of  everlasting  life. 
 
 5  Lord,  let  us  put  on  thee 
 
 In  perfect  holiness, 
 And  rise,  prepared  to  see  thy  face 
 Thy  blight,  unclouded  face. 
 
 6  Thy  grace  with  glory  crown, 
 
 Who  hast  the  earnest  given ; 
 And  then  triumphantly  come  down, 
 And  take  us  up  to  heaven 
 
 333.  -P.M. 
 
 Beautiful  toorld. 
 
 We  're  going  home ;  we  've  had  visions  bright 
 Of  that  holy  land,  that  world  of  delight, 
 Where  the  long,  dark  night  of  time  is  past, 
 And  the  morn  of  eternity  dawns  at  last ; 
 Where  the  weary  saint  no  more  shall  roam, 
 But  dwell  in  a  happy,  peaceful  home : 
 Where  the  brow  with  sparkling  gems  is  crowned, 
 And  the  waves  of  bliss  are  flowing  around. 
 0,  that  beautifnl  world !  0,  that  beautiful  world. 
 
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 2  We  're  going  home,  we  soon  shall  be 
 Where  the  sky  is  clear  and  all  are  free ; 
 
 Where  the  victor's  song  floats  o'er  the  plain, 
 And  the  seraph  s  anthems  blend  with  its  strain; 
 Where  the  sun  rolls  down  its  beautiful  flood, 
 Ajid  beams  on  a  world  that  is  fair  and  good : 
 Where  stars,  once  dimmed  at  nature's  doom, 
 Will  ever  shine,  o'er  the  new  earth-bloom. 
 
 3  Where  tears  and  sighs  which  here  were  given, 
 Are  changed  for  the  gladsome  song  of  heaven; 
 
 Where  the  beautiful  forms  which  sing  and  shine, 
 
 Are  guarded  well  by  a  hand  divine ; 
 Where  the  banner  of  love  and  friendship's  wand 
 Are  waving  above  that  princely  band, 
 
 And  the  glory  of  God,  like  a  boundless  sea, 
 
 Will  cheer  that  immortal  company. 
 
 4  'Mid  the  ransomed  throng,  'mid  the  sea  of  bliss, 
 'Mid  the  holy  city's  gorgeousness, 
 
 'Mid  the  verdant  plains,  'mid  the  angel's  cheer, 
 •Mid  the  saints  that  round  the  throne  appear : 
 
 Where  the  conqueror's  song,  as  it  sounds  afar, 
 
 Is  wafted  on  the  ambrosial  air ; 
 Through  endless  years  we  then  shall  prove 
 The  depth  of  a  Saviour's  matchless  love. 
 
 333. -P.  M. 
 
 The  Eden  above. 
 
 We  're  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure  and  the  holy, 
 The  home  of  the  happy,  the  kingdom  of  love ; 
 
 Ye  wanderers  from  God  in  the  broad  road  of  folly, 
 0  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 Will  you  go,  will  you  go,  will  you  go,  will  you  go 
 O  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
 
 2  In  that  blessed  land,  neither  sighing  nor  anguish 
 Can  breathe  in  the  fields  where  the  glorified  rove ; 
 Ye  heart-burdened  ones,  who  in  misery  languish, 
 0  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
260  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 3  Nor  fraud  nor  deceit  nor  the  hand  of  oppression 
 
 Can  injure  the  dwellers  in  that  holy  grove ; 
 No  wickedness  there,  not  a  shade  of  transgression,  •— 
 O  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Mcthinks  thou  art  now  in  thy  wretchedness  saying,  — 
 
 O  who  can  this  guilt  from  my  conscience  remove  ? 
 No  other  but  Jesus ;  then  come  to  him  praying, — 
 Prepare  me,  0  Lord,  for  the  Eden  above. 
 Chorus: — 
 
 334. -P.  M. 
 
 Oh!  I  want  to  cross  over! 
 
 "Words  and  music  by  Rev.  L.  Hartsough. 
 
 [Tune  No.  46.] 
 
 0  have  you  not  heard  of  that  realm  of  delight, 
 To  which  the  blessed  Saviour  doth  each  one  invite  ? 
 *T  is  prepared  for  the  good  and  the  pure  and  the  blessed ; 
 'T  is  over  the  river,  where  the  weary  find  rest. 
 Chorus  :— 
 
 Oh !  I  want  to  cross  over,  to  dwell  where  he  reigns, 
 
 And  join  the  glad  angels  on  Eden's  fair  plains ; 
 
 I  want  to  be  gathered  with  all  the  redeemed ; 
 
 Yes :  over  the  river  where  the  fields  are  all  green. 
 
 2  Tho'  death's  foaming  billows  are  rolling  between, 
 Yet  glories  are  there  such  as  eye  hath  not  seen, 
 
 And  songs  are  there  sung  such  as  ear  hath  not  caught, 
 And  the  way  o'er  the  river  the  Saviour  hath  taught. 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 3  T  is  a  land  of  rare  beauty,  —  a  realm  of  delight, 
 Overflowing  with  gladness,  refulgent  with  light ; 
 Its  verdure  ne'er  withers,  its  flowers  ne'er  die : 
 Oh !  I  long  to  pass  over  with  Jesus  on  high. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 4  Its  fountains  are  pure,  and  its  pleasures  untold ; 
 Its  fulness  of  rapture  no  tongue  can  unfold ; 
 Its  life-breathing  zephyrs  float  gently  along 
 O'er  the  river,  enticing  a  purified  throng. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
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 6  There  the  weary  may  rest,  and  the  wicked  ne'er  come ; 
 There  the  saints  are  all  safe  in  their  heavenly  home ; 
 With  their  harps  and  their  crowns  they  for  ever  are 
 
 seen, — 
 Away  o'er  the  river,  where  the  valleys  are  green. 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 6  T  is  Jesus  invites  me  this  glory  to  see, 
 To  reign  with  him  ever,  all  happy  and  free ; 
 I'll  join  with  the  ransomed,  and  with  them  abide; 
 I'  11  cross  the  dark  river,  —  bright  angels  will  guide. 
 Chorus;  — 
 
 335.  — P.M. 
 
 Pilgrim  near  the  crossing. 
 
 How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
 How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
 
 From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
 Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
 His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell,— 
 
 He  only  sojourns  here. 
 
 2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
 Already  saved  from  low  design, 
 
 From  every  creature-love; 
 Blest  with  the  scorn  of  infinite  good, 
 My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load, 
 
 And  seeks  the  things  above. 
 
 3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
 My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 
 
 And  my  abiding  home; 
 For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
 And  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 4  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
 I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 
 
 And  claim  my  heavenly  rest : 
 Soon  will  the  pilgrim's  journey  end ; 
 Then,  0  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 
 Receive  me  to  thy  breast. 
 
262  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 336.  — c.  m. 
 
 The  goodly  city  in  prospect. 
 
 Jerusalem,  my  happy  home ! 
 
 Name  ever  dear  to  me ; 
 When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end# 
 
 In  joy,  and  peace  in  thee  ? 
 
 2  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
 
 Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
 Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up# 
 And  sabbath  has  no  end  ? 
 
 3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 
 
 Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
 I  've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
 And  realms  of  endless  day. 
 
 4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 
 
 Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
 And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
 Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
 
 5  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
 
 My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
 Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
 When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 
 
. 
 
 SECTION   XXVI. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 337 — P.  M. 
 
 Burial  of  Mrs.  Judson. 
 
 [Tune  No.  47.] 
 
 Mournfully,  tenderly,  bear  on  the  dead ; 
 Where  the  warrior  has  lain  let  the  Christian  be  laid : 
 No  place  more  befitting,  —  O,  Rock  of  the  sea, 
 Never  such  treasure  was  hidden  in  thee. 
 
 2  Mournfully,  tenderly,  solemn,  and  slow 
 Tears  are  bedewing  the  path  as  we  go ; 
 Kindred  and  strangers  are  mourners  to-day,  — 
 Gently,  so  gently,  O,  bear  her  away; 
 
 3  Mournfully,  tenderly,  gaze  on  that  brow, — 
 Beautiful  is  it  in  quietude  now ; 
 
 One  look,  and  then  settle  the  loved  to  her  rest, 
 The  ocean  beneath  her,  the  turf  on  her  breast. 
 
 4  So  have  ye  buried  her  up,  and  depart 
 
 To  life  and  to  duty,  with  undismayed  heart ; 
 Fear  not :  for  the  love  of  the  stranger  shall  keep 
 The  casket  that  lies  in  the  Rock  of  the  deep. 
 
 5  Peace  to  thy  bosom,  thou  servant  of  God, 
 
 The  vale  thou  art  treading,  before  thou  hast  trod. 
 Precious  dust,  thou  hast  laid  by  the  Hopia  trpe, 
 And  treasure  as  precious  in  the  Rock  of  the  sea. 
 
 238.  —  1^.  M. 
 
 Hie  joy  of  salvation: 
 Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
 
 Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin ; 
 Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
 
 Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 
 
264  MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 8  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  pleasures  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  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
 That  heaven  prepares  for  then*  delight. 
 
 339. -P.  BE. 
 
 The  orphan's  prayer. 
 
 [Tune  No.  48.] 
 
 I  love  to  stay  where  my  mother  sleeps, 
 And  gaze  on  each  star  as  it  twinkling  peeps 
 Through  that  bending  willow,  which  lonely  weeps 
 
 O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
 
 O'er  iny  mother's  grave ; 
 Through  that  bending  willow 
 
 O'er  my  mother's  grave. 
 
 2  I  love  to  kneel  on  the  green  turf  there, 
 Afar  from  the  scene  of  my  daily  care, 
 And  breathe  to  Jesus  my  evening  prayer, 
 
 O'er  my  mother's  grave. 
 
 3  I  still  remember  how  oft  she  led 
 
 And  knelt  me  by  her,  as  with  God  she  plead, 
 That  I  might  be  his  when  the  clods  were  spread 
 
 O'er  my  mother's  grave,  &c. ; 
 'Neath  that  bending  willow 
 
 O'er,  &c. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS.  265 
 
 4  I  love  to  think  how,  'neath  the  ground, 
 She  sleeps  in  death  as  a  captive  bound ; 
 She  '11  sleep  no  more  when  the  trump  shall  sound 
 O'er  my  mother's  grave. 
 
 340. -P.M. 
 
 The  infant's  dream  of  heaven. 
 
 [Tune  No.  49.] 
 
 The  Story.  — A  little  girl  fell  asleep  on  her  mother's  lap 
 while  the  latter  was  smiling  on  her,  through  her  tears,  and 
 singing  a  sweet  strain.  The  child  dreamed  that  she  wandered 
 away  in  the  forest,  and  died,  and  was  carried  by  a  beautiful 
 angel  to  heaven.  Mixing  with  the  heavenly  throng,  she  soon 
 saw  among  them  a  man  "  walking  with  the  patriarchs,  clothed 
 in  white,"  whom  she  remembered  as  the  once  poor  old  man 
 who  came,  a  beggar,  one  stormy  night,  to  her  father's  door,  and 
 who  sat  in  her  father's  arm-chair,  overwhelmed  with  his  sor- 
 rows, and  died  before  morning.  Next  day  after  the  dream  she 
 came  and  besought  her  mother  to  lull  her  to  sleep  again  in 
 precisely  the  same  manner,  so  she  might  be  sure  and  have  the 
 same  dream  again. 
 
 0,  cradle  me  on  thy  knee,  Mamma, 
 
 And  sing  me  that  holy  strain 
 Which  soothed  me  last,  as  you  fondly  press'd 
 My  glowing  cheek  to  your  loving  breast ; 
 For  I  saw  a  scene  when  I  slumbered  last 
 
 That  I  fain  would  see  again. 
 
 2  And  smile  as  you  then  did  smile,  Mamma, 
 
 And  weep  as  you  then  did  weep : 
 Then  fix  on  me  your  tearful  eye, 
 And  gaze  and  gaze  till  the  tears  be  dry. 
 Then  rock  me  gently,  and  sing,  and  sigh, 
 
 Till  you  lull  me  fast  asleep. 
 
 8  For  I  dreamed  a  heavenly  dream,  mamma, 
 
 While  slumbering  on  your  knee : 
 I  lived  in  a  land  where  forms  divine, 
 In  kingdoms  of  glory  eternally  shine, 
 And  the  world  I  'd  give,  if  the  world  were  mine, 
 
 Again  that  land  to  see. 
 
266  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  I  fancied  we  roamed  through  a  wood,  Mamma, 
 
 And  we  rested  us  under  a  hough ; 
 Then  near  me  a  butterfly  flaunted  in  pride, 
 And  I  chased  it  away  through  the  forest  wide, 
 And  the  night  came  on  and  I  lost  my  guide, 
 
 And  I  knew  not  what  to  do. 
 
 5  My  heart  grew  chill  with  fear,  Mamma, 
 
 And  I  loudly  called  for  thee, — 
 When  a  white-robed  maiden  appeared  in  the  air, 
 And  she  flung  back  the  locks  of  her  golden  hair, 
 And  she  kissed  me  so  sweetly  ere  I  was  aware, 
 
 Saying  "  Come,  pretty  babe,  with  me." 
 
 6  My  tears,  my  fears,  she  beguiled,  Mamma, 
 
 And  she  led  me  far  away : 
 We  enter'd  the  door  of  the  dark,  dark  tomb, 
 Then  pass'd  through  a  long,  long  vault  of  gloom, 
 Then  open'd  our  eyes  on  a  world  of  bloom, 
 
 And  a  sky  of  cloudless  day. 
 
 7  I  mixed  with  the  heavenly  throng,  Mamma, 
 
 With  cheruo  and  seraphim  fair; 
 And  I  saw,  as  I  roamed  the  regions  of  bliss, 
 The  spirits  which  came  from  a  world  such  as  this ; 
 And  theirs  was  the  joy  no  tongue  can  express, 
 
 For  they  know  no  sorrow  there. 
 
 8  Do  you  think  of  that  poor  old  man,  Mamma, 
 
 Who  came  so  late  to  our  door  ? 
 And  the  night  was  dark,  and  the  storm  was  loud, 
 And  his  heart  was  weak,  and  his  soul  was  bowed, 
 And  his  ragged  old  mantle  became  his  shroud, 
 
 Ere  the  midnight  watch  was  o'er. 
 
 9  And  O  what  a  weight  of  woe,  Mamma, 
 
 Made  heavy  each  long-drawn  sigh, 
 As  the  good  man  sat  in  papa's  old  chair, 
 And  the  rain-drops  fell  from  his  thin,  grey  hair, 
 And  then  the  big  tear  of  speechless  care 
 
 Ran  down  from  his  aged  eye. 
 10  My  heart  was  full  of  grief,  Mamma, 
 
 And  my  eyes  were  full  of  tears 
 As  he  told  how  he  went  to  the  Baron's  strong-hold, 
 Saying,  "  O,  let  me  in,  for  the  night  is  cold : " 
 But  the  rich  man  said,  "  Go  sleep  in  the  fold, 
 
 For  we  shield  no  beggars  here." 
 
MISCELLANEOUS.  267 
 
 11  Well,  he  was  in  glory  too,  Mamma, 
 
 And  as  safe  as  the  blest  can  be : 
 He  needed  no  alms  in  that  land  of  light, 
 For  he  walked  with  the  patriarchs,  clothed  in  white, 
 And  no  seraph  there  had  a  crown  more  bright, 
 
 Nor  a  costlier  robe  than  he. 
 
 12  Let  me  go  once  more  to  that  land,  Mamma, 
 
 While  slumbering  on  your  knee. 
 I  would  live  in  the  land  where  forms  divine 
 In  kingdoms  of  glory  eternally  shine : 
 For  the  world  I  'd  give,  if  the  world  were  mine, 
 
 Again  that  land  to  see. 
 
 341.  — P.  M. 
 
 Lullaby. 
 
 [Tune  No.  57.] 
 
 Sleep,  baby,  sleep : 
 Thy  Father  watches  his  sheep ; 
 Thy  mother  is  shaking  the  dream-land  tree, 
 And  down  falls  a  little  dream  on  thee. 
 Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
 
 2  Sleep,  baby,  sleep : 
 
 The  large  stars  are  the  sheep ; 
 The  little  stars  are  the  lambs,  I  guess, 
 And  the  bright  moon  is  the  shepherdess : 
 Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
 
 3  Sleep,  baby,  sleep : 
 
 The  Saviour  loves  his  sheep ; 
 He  is  the  Son  of  God  on  high, 
 Who  for  our  sakes  came  down  to  die. 
 Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
 
 4  Sleep,  baby,  sleep : 
 
 The  morning  light  will  peep ; 
 The  sun  will  come  to  see  my  dear; 
 The  birds  will  sing,  her  heart  to  cheer. 
 Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
 
268  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 343. -P.  M. 
 
 But  know  thou,  that  for  all  these  things,  God  will  bring  thee 
 into  judgment. 
 
 [Tune  No.  51.] 
 
 Young  man,  indulge  thy  passion, 
 
 And  squander  all  thy  youth 
 In  every  foolish  fashion, 
 
 Regardless  of  the  truth ; 
 Nor  heed  God's  threat'ning  ensign, 
 
 And  what  thou  list  that  do ; 
 Yet  know  that  this  is  seed-time,  — 
 
 There  comes  a  harvest,  too. 
 
 2  When  God  shall  send  his  angels 
 
 To  reap  the  harvest  down, 
 The  tares  they  '11  bind  in  bundles, 
 
 The  flames  shall  clasp  them  round, 
 The  pit  shall  close  upon  them, 
 
 And  shut  them  in  despair, 
 And  not  a  ray  of  morning 
 
 Shall  ever  enter  there. 
 
 3  Or,  are  you  at  agreement, 
 
 At  league  with  death  and  hell  ? 
 And  do  your  great  achievements 
 
 Assure  you  all  is  well  ? 
 If  you,  like  God,  can  thunder, 
 
 And  have  the  keys  of  hell, 
 I  '11  own  you  need  not  wonder, 
 
 If  all  at  last  goes  well. 
 
 4  But  still  your  glass  is  running, 
 
 And  vengeance  still  doth  wait; 
 But  soon  the  time  is  coming, 
 
 When  it  will  be  too  late. 
 The  jubilee  is  sounding; 
 
 Then  do  n't  be  found  at  last 
 God's  holy  Spirit  wounding, 
 
 And  you  in  darkness  cast. 
 
 5  Wisdom  hath  spread  her  table,  — 
 
 A  dying  Saviour's  love; 
 The  feast  is  not  a  fable, 
 
 As,  coming,  you  may  prove. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 Its  joys  are  living  fountains 
 
 Of  overflowing  grace, 
 From  Zion's  fragrant  mountains, 
 
 "Where  God  unveils  his  face. 
 
 6  Come,  then,  receive  instruction, 
 
 Ye  children,  and  be  wise, 
 Before  the  threatening  storm  comes 
 
 To  sweep  away  your  lies ; 
 Lest  you  should  sigh,  lamenting, 
 
 When  in  a  damned  state, 
 I  long  delayed  repenting, 
 
 And  now  it  is  too  late. 
 
 343. -P.  M. 
 
 America* 
 
 [Tune  No.  32.] 
 
 My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
 Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
 
 Of  thee  I  sing. 
 Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
 Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride ; 
 From  every  mountain  side 
 
 Let  freedom  ring. 
 
 2  My  native  country  !  thee, 
 Land  of  the  noble  free, 
 
 Thy  name  I  love : 
 I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
 Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
 My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 
 
 Like  that  above. 
 
 3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze 
 And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
 
 Sweet  freedom's  song : 
 Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
 Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
 Let  rocks  their  silence  break, - 
 
 The  sounds  prolong. 
 
 269 
 
270  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  Our  Fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
 Author  of  liberty, 
 
 To  thee  we  sing : 
 Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
 With  freedom's  holy  light; 
 Protect  us  by  thy  might, 
 
 Great  God,  our  King. 
 
 344.-C.  M. 
 
 The  child's  faith  in  God. 
 [Tune  No.  52.] 
 
 I  knew  a  widow,  very  poor, 
 
 Who  four  small  children  had ; 
 The  eldest  was  but  six  years  old, — 
 
 A  gentle,  modest  lad. 
 And  very  hard  that  widow  toiled 
 
 To  feed  her  children  four ; 
 An  honest  heart  the  woman  had, 
 
 But  she  was  very  poor. 
 
 2  To  labor  hard  she  left  her  home, 
 
 For  children  must  be  fed , 
 And  very  glad  was  she  to  get 
 
 A  shilling's  worth  of  bread : 
 And  this  was  all  those  children  had 
 
 On  any  day  to  eat ; 
 They  drank  cold  water,  ate  their  bread, 
 
 But  never  tasted  meat. 
 
 3  One  day,  when  snow  was  falling  fast, 
 
 And  piercing  was  the  air, 
 I  thought  that  I  must  go  and  see 
 
 How  those  poor  children  were : 
 Ere  long  I  reached  their  wretched  home, 
 
 'T  was  pierced  by  every  breeze ; 
 When  looking  in,  that  eldest  boy 
 
 I  saw  upon  his  knees. 
 
 4  1  paused  to  listen  at  the  door, — 
 
 He  never  raised  his  head, 
 But  still  went  on,  and  said,  "  Give  us 
 This  day  our  daily  bread." 
 
MISCELLANEOUS.  271 
 
 I  waited  till  the  child  was  done, 
 
 Still  list'ning  as  he  prayed, 
 And  when  he  rose,  I  asked  him  why 
 
 The  Lord's  prayer  he  had  said. 
 
 "  "Why,  sir,"  said  he,  "  this  morning,  when 
 
 My  mother  went  away, 
 She  wept,  and  told  us  that  she  had 
 
 No  food  for  us  to-day  : 
 She  said  we  children  now  must  starve, 
 
 Our  father  being  dead  : 
 But,  then  I  told  her, '  Don't  you  cry; 
 
 For  I  can  get  some  bread.' 
 
 " '  Our  Father,'  sir,  the  prayer  begins, 
 
 Which  makes  me  think  that  he, 
 Since  we  have  lost  our  father  dear, 
 
 Will  our  kind  father  be  : 
 And  then  the  prayer  asks  God  to  give 
 
 Us  food  for  every  day ; 
 So  in  the  corner  there  I  went,  — 
 
 And  that's  what  made  me  pray." 
 
 I  quickly  left  that  cheerless  house 
 
 And  ran  with  fleeting  feet, 
 But  soon  was  coming  back  again, 
 
 With  food  enough  to  eat. 
 "  I  knew  God  heard  me,"  said  the  boy. 
 
 I  answered  with  a  nod  : 
 I  could  not  speak,  but  oft  I've  thought 
 
 Of  that  child's  faith  in  God. 
 
 345.-P.  M. 
 
 Pentecostal  power. 
 [Tune  No.  53.] 
 'T  is  the  very  same  power,  the  very  same  power : 
 'Tis  the  very  same  power  that  they  had  at  Pen- 
 tecost. 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 'T  is  the  power,  the  power  :, 
 
 'T  is  the  power  that 
 
 Jesus  promised  should  come  down. 
 
272  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 2  While  with  one  accord  assembled ; 
 
 Wsth  one  accord  assembled 
 All  in  an  upper  room, 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Came  the  power,  &c. 
 
 3  With  cloven  tongues  of  fire, 
 
 And  a  rushing,  mighty  wind 
 
 Chorus  : —  Came  the  power,  &c. 
 
 4  'T  was  while  they  all  were  praying, 
 
 And  believing  it  would  come 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Came  the  power,  &c. 
 
 5  Some  thought  they  were  fanatics, 
 
 Or  were  drunken  with  new  wine. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  'T  was  the  power,  &c. 
 
 6  Three  thousand  were  converted, 
 
 And  were  added  to  the  church, 
 Chorus  :  —  By  the  power,  &c. 
 
 7  The  martyrs  had  this  power 
 
 As  they  triumphed  in  the  flame. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  'T  was  the  power,  &c. 
 
 8  Our  fathers  had  this  power, 
 
 And  we  may  have  it  too. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  'T  was  the  power,  &c. 
 
 9  Lord,  send  us  down  the  power 
 
 That  they  had  at  Pentecost. 
 
 Chorus  :  —  Send  the  power,  &c. 
 
 346.-P.  M. 
 
 Hushed  be  my  murmurings. 
 [Tune  No.  54.] 
 Hushed  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares  depart; 
 Jesus  is  near  me  to  cheer  my  heart : 
 He's  near  to  help  me  while  life's  hours  remain; 
 He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 Gentle  angels  near  me  glide, 
 
 Hopes  of  glory  round  me  'bide, 
 
 And  there  lingers  by  my  side 
 
 A  Saviour,  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour  ever  near; 
 
 A  Saviour,  a  Saviour,  a  Saviour  ever  near. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS.  273 
 
 2  Why  should  I  languish,  —  why  should  I  fear  ? 
 In  sorrow  and  anguish  he  's  ever  near ; 
 Sleeping  or  waking,  in  pleasure  or  pain, 
 Roaming  or  resting,  he  '11  near  me  remain. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 3  Scenes  that  will  vanish  smile  on  me  now, 
 Joys  of  a  moment  play  round  my  brow, 
 But  soon  in  heaven  he  '11  meet  me  again, 
 
 There  '11  end  my  sorrow,  and  there  '11  end  my  pain. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 347.— P.  M. 
 
 Z ion's  hill. 
 [Tune  No.  55.~\ 
 
 A  little  longer  here  below, 
 
 Climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
 And  then  to  glory  I  shall  go, 
 And  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 
 Chorus : — 
 
 We  're  almost  there, 
 
 We  're  almost  there, 
 We're  almost  there,  my  Lord, 
 Climbing  up  Zion's  hill. 
 
 2  I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone, 
 
 They  've  gone  to  Zion's  hill ; 
 And  I  'm  resolved  to  travel  on, 
 Till  I  reach  Zion's  hill. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  Go  on,  go  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
 
 Go  on  to  Zion's  hill ; 
 Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 
 And  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
 
 Climbing  up  Zion's  hill ; 
 I  'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 
 And  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 18 
 
274  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 5  Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
 Climbing  up  Zion's  hill; 
 To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
 And  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 
 
 Chorus  : — 
 
 S48.-P.  M. 
 
 Let  us  walk  in  the  light. 
 
 'T  is  religion  that  can  give 
 
 In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
 Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live 
 
 In  the  light  of  God. 
 'T  is  religion  must  supply 
 
 In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
 Solid  comfort  when  we  die, 
 
 In  the  light  of  God. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
 Walk  in  the  light; 
 Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
 In  the  light  of  God. 
 
 2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
 
 In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
 Lasting  as  eternity, 
 
 In  the  light  of  God. 
 Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
 
 In  the  light,  in  the  light; 
 Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end, 
 
 In  the  light  of  God. 
 
 Chorus : — 
 
 349.-1".  M. 
 
 Jesus  paid  it  all. 
 [Tune  No.  56.] 
 Nothing  either  great  or  small 
 
 Remains  for  me  to  do, 
 Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all,  — 
 All  the  debt  I  owe. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS.  275 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 Jesus  paid  it  all, 
 
 All  the  debt  I  owe, 
 And  nothing  either  great  or  email 
 
 Remains  for  me  to  do. 
 
 2  "When  he  from  his  lofty  throne 
 
 Stoop'd  to  do  and  die, 
 Every  thing  was  fully  done ; 
 "  T  is  finish'd,"  was  his  cry. 
 
 Chorus: — 
 
 3  "Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
 
 Wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 
 Cease  your  "  doing;"  all  was  done 
 Long,  long  ago. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 
 
 By  a  simple  faith, 
 "  Doing  "  is  a  deadly  thing, 
 "  Doing  "  ends  in  death. 
 
 Chorus:  — 
 
 5  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing "  down, 
 
 Down  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
 Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 
 Glorious  and  complete. 
 
 Chorus  :  — 
 
 350.  — li.M. 
 
 What  is  man,  that  thou  sliouldst  magnify  him. 
 
 Infinite  God,  thy  greatness  spann'd 
 These  heavens,  and  meted  out  the  skies: 
 
 Lo !  in  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 
 The  measured  waters  sink  and  rise  I 
 
 2  Thee  to  perfection  who  can  tell  ? 
 
 Earth  and  her  sons  beneath  thee,  lie 
 Lighter  than  dust  within  thy  scale, 
 And  less  than  nothing  in  thine  eye. 
 
 3  Yet,  in  thy  Son,  divinely  great, 
 
 We  claim  thy  providential  care ; 
 Boldly  we  stand  before  thy  seat,  — 
 Our  advocate  hath  placed  us  there. 
 
276  CHOHAL    ECHOES. 
 
 4  "With  nim  we  are  gone  up  on  high, 
 
 Since  he  is  ours,  and  we  are  his ; 
 
 With  him  we  reign  above  the  sky,  — 
 
 We  walk  upon  our  subject  seas. 
 
 5  We  boast  of  our  recover'd  powers, 
 
 Lords  are  we  of  the  lands  and  floods ; 
 And  earth  and  heaven  and  all  is  ours, 
 And  we  are  Christ's,  and  Christ  is  God' 
 
 351. -P.M. 
 
 Doxology. 
 
 I  give  immortal  praise 
 
 To  God,  the  Father's  love, 
 For  all  my  comforts  here, 
 And  better  hopes  above ; 
 He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son, 
 To  die  for  sins  that  man  hath  done. 
 
 2  To  God,  the  Son,  belongs 
 
 Immortal  glory  too, 
 Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
 
 From  everlasting  woe : 
 And  now  he  lives,  and  now  he  reigns, 
 And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 
 
 3  To  God,  the  Spirit's  name, 
 
 Immortal  worship  give, 
 Whose  new-creating  power 
 
 Makes  the  dead  sinner  live ; 
 His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
 And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 
 
 4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
 
 Be  endless  honors  done ; 
 The  undivided  Three, 
 
 And  the  mysterious  One : 
 Where  reason  fails  with  all  her  powers, 
 There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 
 
INDEX    OF    FIRST   LINES. 
 
 Charles  "Wesley's  hymns  are  marked  with  a  star. 
 
 Abraham  when  severely  tried 
 
 A  charge  to  keep  I  have 
 
 Ah  !   guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression 
 
 Ah  !   whither  should  I  go  ? 
 
 Alas !   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
 
 A  little  longer  here  below 
 
 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 
 
 And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
 
 And  am  I  only  born  to  die 
 
 And  can  I  yet  delay 
 
 And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought 
 
 And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found 
 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away 
 
 A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
 
 Arise  my  s'oul  arise 
 
 As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 
 
 Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word 
 
 Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays 
 
 Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  his  youth 
 
 Away  my  unbelieving  fears 
 
 Away  with  our  fears 
 
 Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 
 
 Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  Watts      8 
 
 Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door!  Grigg    72 
 
 Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive  Watts    34 
 Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind               S.  Wesley  Sr.    27 
 
 Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head  Heber    48 
 
 Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart  Barbauld  195 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow !  *    69 
 
 Broad'  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  Watts    64 
 
 But  can  it  be  that  I  should  prove  *  142 
 
 By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dyiug  29 
 
 By  thy  birth  and  by  thy  tears  Glenelg    87 
 
 Page 
 
 *  114 
 
 *  150 
 66 
 
 *  90 
 Watts    31 
 
 273 
 
 Perronet    41 
 
 Watts  214 
 
 *225 
 
 *222 
 
 *  115 
 *224 
 
 *  190 
 Gibbons    40 
 
 Montgomery  197 
 
 *  96 
 Watts  190 
 
 *  95 
 Medley  177 
 
 236 
 175 
 181 
 244 
 
278 
 
 CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow  Hastings    68 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King  Cennick  162 
 
 Christian  love  has  no  pretences  159 
 
 Come  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove  Watts    91 
 
 Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  Jones    77 
 
 Come  let  our  mournful  songs  record  32 
 
 Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  Roll  *  219 
 
 Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  With  #  249 
 
 Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above  #  252 
 
 Come  my  fond,  fluttering  heart  L.  Taylor  111 
 
 Come  O  thou  traveler  unknown  #  130 
 
 Come  on  my  partners  in  distress  #  251 
 
 Come  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast  *    71 
 
 Come  sound  his  praise  abroad  Watts      7 
 
 Come  thou  Almighty  King  24 
 
 Come  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  Robinson  178 
 Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish       Moore    67 
 
 Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy  Hart    72 
 
 Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  And  let  Watts  251 
 
 Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  Unto  me  103 
 
 Dare  to  be  right,  dare  to  be  true 
 Dark  was  the  hour  Gethsemane 
 Daughter  of  Zion  from  the  dust 
 Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 
 Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be 
 Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 
 Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve 
 
 Eternal  God,  almighty  cause 
 Eternal  power  whose  high  abode 
 Eternity  is  just  at" hand 
 Extended  on  a  cursed  tree 
 
 G.  L.  Taylor  218 
 
 Gorham    25 
 
 Montgomery  168 
 
 Bryant  174 
 
 *    82 
 
 Beddorne    86 
 
 97 
 
 Watts      9 
 
 223 
 
 L.  Wesley    30 
 
 Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining  171 
 
 Farewell,  farewell  to  all  below  110 
 
 Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone  Watts  118 
 
 Far  from  these  scenes  of  night  Steele  239 
 
 Father  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  Watts    11 
 
 Father  I  dare  believe  *  143 
 
 Father  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee  *    89 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  *  113 
 Forever  with  the  Lord                                 Montgomery  253 
 
 Forth  in  thy  name  O  Lord  I  go  *  116 
 
 Fountain  of  life  to  all  below  *    43 
 
INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 
 
 279 
 
 Friend  after  friend  departs  Montgomery  225 
 
 From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  Watts      8 
 
 From  all  that 's  mortal,  all  that 's  vain  183 
 
 From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard  Cunningham    33 
 
 From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows  Stoicell  185 
 
 From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  Heber  199 
 
 From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit  85 
 
 From  whence  doth  this  union  arise  157 
 
 Gather  them  in  200 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb  Gorham  111 
 
 Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night  Ken  107 
 
 Go  bring  me  said  the  dving  fair  193 
 
 God  is  in  the  torrent's  fall  12 
 
 God  of  all  power  and  truth  and  grace  *  141 
 
 God  of  my  life,  what  just  return  *    73 
 
 God  of  my  life,  through  ail  my  days  Doddridge  179 
 
 God  of  my  life  whose  gracious  power  '  #  140 
 
 Go  to  thy  rest  my  child  167 
 
 Go  watch  and  pray  64 
 
 Grace  'tis  a  charming  sound  Doddridge    44 
 
 Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim  Watts  119 
 
 Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love  Doddridge    44 
 
 Guide  me  0  thou  Great  Jehovah  Oliver  172 
 
 Hail  the  blest  morn  when  the  Great  Mediator 
 Hark  how  the  watchmen  cry 
 Hark !    listen  lo  the  trumpeters 
 Hearken  ye  sprightly  and  attend  ye  vain  ones 
 Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  Watts 
 
 Hark  !  how  the  gospel-trumpet  sounds  Medley 
 
 Hark  my  soul !   it  is  the  Lord  Cowper 
 
 Hark !   the  glad  sound  the  Saviour  comes    Doddridge 
 Hasten  sinners  to  be  wise  T.  Scott 
 
 Have  you   heard,  have  you  heard  of  that  sun- 
 bright  clime  ? 
 Head  of  the  church  triumphant  * 
 
 Hear  the  royal  proclamation 
 Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent 
 He  dies  i   the  friend  of  sinners  dies 
 Help  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly 
 Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam 
 High  in  the  heavens  eternal  God 
 How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 
 How  &n  a  sinner  know 
 How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 
 
 Watts 
 
 Ains  worth 
 
 Watts 
 
 Barbauld 
 
 16 
 217 
 213 
 
 50 
 223 
 240 
 125 
 
 17 
 
 250 
 
 166 
 
 70 
 
 88 
 
 37 
 
 148 
 
 241 
 
 12 
 
 235 
 
 98 
 
 165 
 
280 
 
 CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot  261 
 How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lord    Kirkham  174 
 
 How  happy  every  child  of  grace  #  246 
 
 Ho\V  lost  Avas  my  condition  Newton  106 
 
 How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain  #  192 
 
 How  sweet  in  the  musings  of  faith  to  repair  39 
 
 How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  Newton    23 
 
 How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  Newton  124 
 
 Hushed  be  my  murmurings  272 
 
 If  I  in  thy  likeness  0  Lord  may  awake  117 
 
 I  give  immortal  praise  276 
 
 I  knew  a  widow  very  poor  270 
 
 I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  119 
 
 I  love  the  Holy  Son  of  God  23 
 
 I  love  to  stay  where  my  mother  sleeps  264 
 
 .  I  'm  a  lonely  traveler  here  207 
 
 I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  210 
 
 I  'm  but  a  stranger  here  209 
 
 I  'm  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day  104 
 
 I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord  Watts    9-5 
 
 In  every  time  and  place  *  207 
 
 Infinite  God  thy  greatness  spans  275 
 
 In  hope  against  all  human  hope  #    99 
 In  life's  early  morn  when  my  Bible,  was  dear 
 I  pant  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 
 In  sjeep's  serene  oblivion  laid 
 In  the  Christian's  home  in  Glory 
 In  the  silent  midnight  watches 
 I  saw  a  wide  and  well-spread  board 
 I  want  a  principle  within 
 I  want  a  sober  mind 
 i    I  would  not  live  alway 
 
 Jerusalem  my  happy  home 
 Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be 
 Jesus  a  word  a  look  from  thee 
 Jesus  died  on  Calvarys  mountain 
 Jesus  if  still  the  same  thou  art 
 Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken 
 Jesus  let  thy  pitying  eye 
 Jesus  lover  of  my  soul 
 Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone 
 Jesus  my  life  thyself  apply 
 Jesus  my  Truth  my  Way 
 Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
 
 dear 
 
 S.  Wesley  122 
 
 173 
 
 242 
 
 A.  C.  Coxe    51 
 
 63 
 
 *  148 
 149 
 
 Muhlenberg  256 
 
 262 
 Grigq   181 
 
 *  139 
 
 28 
 
 *  120 
 Grant   112 
 
 *  192 
 
 *  126 
 Cennick   139 
 
 *  143 
 
 *  128 
 Watts  206 
 
INDEX    OF    FIRST    LIXES. 
 
 281 
 
 Jesus  thou  everlasting  King 
 Jesus  to  thee  I  now  can  fly 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 
 Joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  come 
 Just  as  I  am  without  one  plea 
 Just  as  thou  art  without  one  trace 
 
 Let  all  that  breathe  Jehovah's  praise 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 
 Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 
 Let  me  go  where  saints  are  going 
 Lite  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 
 Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descendin 
 Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 
 Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 
 Lord  how  secui*e  and  blest  are  they 
 Lord  I  am  thine  but  thou  wilt  prove 
 Lord  I  am  thine  entirely  thine 
 Lord  I  am  vile  concicved  in  sin 
 Lord  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
 Love  divine  all  love  excelling 
 
 Mercy  0  thou  Son  of  David 
 
 Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature 
 
 Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 
 
 Mournfully,  tenderly 
 
 My  country,  'tis  of  thee 
 
 My  days  are  gliding  swiftly 
 
 My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my 
 
 My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 
 
 My  former  hopes  are  fled 
 
 My  God  I  know  I  feel  thee  mine 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
 
 My  God  my -portion  and  my  love 
 
 My  God  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 
 
 My  gracious  Lord  I  own  thy  right 
 
 My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 
 
 My  latest  km  is  sitting  fast 
 
 My  Lord,  in  whose  presence  I  live 
 
 My  son  know  thou  the  Lord 
 
 My  soul  be  on  thy  guard 
 
 My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll 
 
 Nearer  my  God  to  thee 
 Nothing  cither  great  or  small 
 
 Watts  124 
 
 100 
 
 210 
 
 Watts  168 
 
 Elliot  114 
 
 67 
 
 20 
 
 *  22 
 
 Watts    lo 
 
 Hartsough  248 
 
 Watts  219 
 
 g                          *  232 
 
 *  226   1 
 
 Burder  1-56 
 
 Watts  263 
 
 Watts  239 
 
 Daiies  198 
 
 Watts    88 
 
 Watts  1-5-3 
 
 *  146 
 
 107 
 
 complaints           161 
 
 Medley    16 
 
 263 
 
 269 
 
 244 
 
 years                   230 
 
 Palmer  171 
 
 Cowper  191 
 
 *  138 
 
 Watts  187 
 
 Watts  186 
 
 Wax  ! 
 
 Doddridge  196 
 
 243 
 
 231 
 
 128 
 
 74 
 
 Heathe  155 
 
 Watts    61 
 
 127 
 
282  CHOTIAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  Watts    52 
 
 Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime  Gibbons  129 
 
 O  brethren  I  have  found  102 
 
 O  careless  sinner  come,  pray  now  attend  47 
 
 O  come  and  dwell  in  me  *  134 
 
 O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth  Medley    21 
 
 O  cradle  me  on  thy  knee,  Mamma  265 
 
 Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring  *    19 
 
 0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  Cowper  189 
 
 O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink  Batherst    93 
 
 O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  *  135 
 
 O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  *    21 
 
 O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  *  137 
 
 O  God,  most  merciful  and  true  *  144 
 
 O  God  our  help  in  ages  past  Watts  220 
 O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice  Doddridge  145 
 O  have  you  not  heard  of  that  beautiful  stream  Torrey  74 
 O  have  you  not  heard  of  that  realm              Hartsough  260 
 
 O  how  happy  are  they  *  103 
 
 O  Jesus  full  of  truth  And  grace  #  138 
 
 O  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace  137 
 
 O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art  *  131 
 
 On  calvary's  cross  the  Saviour  dies  33 
 
 On  every  sunny  mountain  169 
 
 On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream  245 
 
 O  sacred  head  once  wounded  37 
 
 0  sing  to  me  of  heaven  237 
 
 0  tell  me  no  more  #  108 
 
 O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  #  135 
 
 O  they  crucified  my  Saviour  36 
 
 O  thou  by  long  experience  tried  187 
 
 O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight  123 
 
 O  'tis  delight  without  alloy  Watts  121 
 
 Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  #    39 
 
 Out  on  the  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride  208 
 
 O  we  're  a  band  of  brethren  dear  158 
 
 O  what  a  mighty  change  238 
 
 O  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved        ■  81 
 
 O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus  216 
 O  where  shall  rest  be  found                        Montgomery    62 
 
 Parent  Supreme  who  dwellest  on  high  10 
 
 Pilgrim  burdened  with  thy  sin  .  82 
 
 Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  Watts    27 
 
INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 
 
 283 
 
 Repent  the  voice  celestial  cries  57 
 
 Return  O  wanderer  return  Coyler  191 
 
 Review  the  palsied  sinner's  case  19 
 Rise  iny  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings                 Sear/rave  120 
 
 Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me  Toplady  154 
 
 Send  kindly  light  amid  the  encircling  gloom  168 
 
 Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood  Watts    13 
 
 Shepherd  divine  our  wants  relieve  m  147 
 
 Shepherd  of  souls  with  pitying  eye  *  201 
 
 Show  pity  Lord,  0  Lord  forgive  Watts    83 
 
 Sinner  go,  will  you  go  68 
 
 Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  5Q 
 
 Sinners  obey  the  Gospel-word  *    45 
 
 Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard  Faiccett    56 
 
 Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die  *    53 
 
 Sleep  baby  sleep  267 
 
 Soldier  of  the  cross  arise  215 
 Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed                           Montgomery  202 
 
 Spirit  of  faith  come  down  *  131 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus  163 
 
 Stay  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  *    83 
 
 Still  stir  me  up  to  strive  *  144 
 
 Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die  233 
 
 Sweet  is  the  work  my  God,  my  King  Watts  184 
 
 Talk  with  us  Lord  thy  self  reveal  * 
 
 Teach  me  my  God  and  King  Hurbert 
 
 Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  Watts 
 
 The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies  Moore 
 
 The  chariot,  the  chariot,  its  wheels  roll  in  fire 
 
 The  day  is  past  and  gone 
 
 The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 
 
 The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 
 
 The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 
 
 The  snn  of  righteousness  on  me 
 
 The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 
 
 There  is  a  beautiful  world 
 
 There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
 
 There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
 
 There  is  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee  brother 
 
 There  is  a  reaper  whose  name  is  death 
 
 The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the  mountain 
 
 The  voice  of  wisdom  hear 
 
 The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep  Heber 
 
 Addison 
 
 Coicper 
 Watts 
 
 130 
 195 
 228 
 121 
 231 
 151 
 108 
 172 
 
 78 
 
 94 
 152 
 257 
 
 45  \ 
 246 
 247 
 229 
 
 76 
 
 6.5 
 
284  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patriachs  rest    202 
 
 This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show  254 
 
 Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  Hebcr  234 
 
 Though  tierce  the  howling  winds  my  blow  #  170 
 
 Though  in  the  outward  church  below  60 
 
 Thou  great  misterious  God  unknown  *  153 
 
 Thou  man  of  grief  remember  me  *    84 
 
 Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine  *  118 
 
 Thou  son  of  God  whose  flaming  eyes  *    49 
 
 Thy  ceaseless,  unexhasted  love  #    14 
 
 'Tis  midnight  and  on  Olives  brow  26 
 
 'Tis  religion  that  can  give  274 
 
 'Tis  the  very  same  power  271 
 
 To-day  the  Saviour  calls  73 
 To  leave  my  dear  freinds  and  with  neighbors  to  part    152 
 
 Try  us  O  God  and  search  the  ground  *  160 
 
 Vain  delusive  world  adieu  *    79 
 
 Vain  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  Hart  228 
 
 Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  Pope  233 
 
 Watchman  tell  me  does  the  morning  205 
 
 "Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night  203 
 
 We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure  and  the  holy     259 
 We  know  by  faith  we  know  *  258 
 
 Welcome  sw,eet  day  of  rest  Watts  184 
 
 We're  going  home,  we've  had  visions  bright  258 
 
 We  will  pray  for  our  brother,  we  will  pray  162 
 
 What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear  227 
 
 What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my  frame        255 
 What  wondrous  love  is  this  O  my  soul  105 
 
 When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God !  Addison  179 
 
 When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer  256 
 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  Watts  154 
 
 When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  Watts    35 
 
 When  pity  prompts  me  to  look  round  54 
 
 When  shall  thy  love  constrain  #    34 
 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again  164 
 
 When  shall  we  meet  again  158 
 
 When  the  fierce  north  wind  with  his  airy  forces  221 
 
 When  the  harvest  is  past  Smith    58 
 
 While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings  59 
 
 While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  Dwight    58 
 
 While  shepherds  watched  then-  flocks  by  night  15 
 
INDEX    OF     FIRST     LINES. 
 
 285 
 
 While  with  searchless  course  the  sun  Newton  180 
 
 Whil'st  thee  I  seek  protecting  power  Williams  176 
 
 Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger  211 
 
 Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  Watts  236 
 
 Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal  *    94 
 
 With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  Watts    41 
 
 Wherewith  O  Lord  shall  I  draw  near  91 
 
 Why  not  now  my  God  my  God  92 
 
 Ye  angels  who  mortals  attend  101 
 
 *Ye  dirferant  sects  who  all  declare  163 
 
 Yes  my  native  land  I  love  thee  Smith  204 
 Yes  the  Redeemer  rose                                   Doddridge    38 
 
 Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven  133 
 
 *Yield  to  me  for  I  am  weak  150 
 
 Yonder  amazing  sight  I  see  28 
 
 Young  man  indulge  thy  passion  268 
 
 Young  people  all  attention  give  55 
 
INDEX   OF   TOPICS. 
 
 Adoration  9 
 
 Advent,  the  17 
 
 Age,  mine  is  as  nothing  before  thee  220 
 
 Agony,  the  midnight  26 
 
 Agony  of  prayer,  the  prolonged  94 
 
 All  is  well  255 
 
 America  269 
 
 Angel  Band  234 
 
 Angelic  joy  at  the  birth  of  Jesua  16 
 
 Angelic  joy  at  the  resurrection  38 
 
 Appointed  it  is  unto  men  once  to  die  223 
 
 Ascension,  death,  resurrection  37 
 
 Ashamed  of  Jesus,  not  181 
 
 Assurance  95 
 
 Atoning  blood,  efficacy  of  the  45 
 
 Awake  thou  that  sleepest  49 
 
 Band,  angel  234 
 
 Bartimeus  107 
 
 Battle-field  214 
 
 Battle,  the,  the  armor,  the  Captain,  &c.  215 
 
 Beautiful  river,  the  74 
 
 Beautiful  world  258 
 
 Behold  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock  51 
 
 Behold  the  Lord  cometh  232 
 
 Be  in  time  65 
 
 Believer's  portion,  the  239 
 
 Believeth,  he  that  hath  the  witness  in  himself  98 
 
 Believing,  yet,  ye  rejoice  with  joy,  &c.  246 
 
 Beloved  thee,  of  my  soul  123 
 Benefits,  what  shall  I  render  unto  the  Lord  for  all  his    79 
 
 Birth  of  Jesus  15 
 
 Boast  not  thyself  of  to-morrow  49 
 
 Bounty,  long-suffering,  mercy,  "  14 
 
INDEX    OF    TOPICS.  287 
 
 Bower  of  prayer  152 
 
 Breath,  lot  everything  that  hath,  praise  the  Lord  8 
 
 Brevity  of  probation  58 
 
 Burdens,  bear  ye  one-another's  160 
 
 Burial  of  Mrs.  Judson  263 
 
 Careless  sinner  come,  0  47 
 
 Calvary's  mountain,  Jesus  died  on  28 
 
 Canaan,  the,  of  perfect  love  in  view  137 
 
 Chariot,  the  231 
 
 Chiefest  among  ten  thousand  124 
 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow  68 
 
 Child's  faith  in  God  270 
 
 Christ  dies  for  me  31 
 
 Christian's  song,  the  102 
 Christ,  my  wisdom,  sanctification  and  redemption       140 
 
 Christ  on'the  cross  27 
 
 Christ  the  King,  hymn  to  24 
 
 Clean  heax*t,  create  in  me  a  143 
 
 Clean,  if  thou  wilt  thou  canst  make  me  139 
 
 Clime,  the  sunbright  250 
 
 Come,  for  all  things  are  now  ready  71 
 
 Coming  and  reign  of  Christ  18 
 
 Commit  thy  way  unto  the  Lord  172 
 
 Compassion  on  the  multitudes  201 
 
 Communion  with  Christ,  the  bliss  of  187 
 
 Condescending  love  to  me,  Christ's  34 
 
 Confession  and  supplication  83 
 
 Confession,  invocation  and  91 
 
 Conformity,  complete,  to  Christ  143 
 
 Conquered  by  love  115 
 
 Conquerors,  more  than  in  all  these  things  254 
 
 Conscience,  a  tender  148 
 
 Consecration  111 
 
 Consecration  in  detail  113 
 
 Contrast  with  God,  man  in  13 
 
 Contrition  and  faith  82 
 
 Convert's  farewell  110 
 
 Convert,  young,  joy  of  the  103 
 
 Coronation,  the  41 
 
 Country,  a  better,  239 
 
 Country,  I  seek  a  better,  come  thou  with  me  108 
 
 Country,  they  seek  a  better  207 
 
 Courageous  struggle  for  purity  137 
 
288  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Creator,  remember  now  thy,  in  the  days  of  thy  youth     52 
 
 Crieth  out  for  the  living  God,  my  heart  128 
 
 Cross,  Christ  on  tne  27 
 
 Crucified  my  Saviour,  O  they  36 
 
 Crucified  witb  Christ,  I  am  35 
 
 Crucifixion,  the,  and  nature  28 
 
 Dare  to  be  right  218 
 
 Dead,  impenitent  thoughts  on  the  61 
 
 Dead,  not,  but  gone  before  225 
 
 Dead,  the  living  and  the  219 
 
 Death  and  eternity,  reflections  on  230 
 
 Death,  resurrection,  ascension  37 
 
 Delightful,  the  way  is  so  104 
 
 Deliver  thee,  I  will,  and  thou  shalt  glorify  me  141 
 
 Despair  of  self,  faith  in  Christ  126 
 
 Destiny,  the  yearnings  and,  of  the  human  soul  62 
 
 Die,  it  is  appointed  unto  men  once  to  223 
 
 Dieth,  man,  and  wasteth  away  228 
 
 Die,  why  will  ye,  53 
 
 Divine  honors  to  the  Son  of  God  20 
 
 Dominion,  he  shall  have  from  sea  to  sea  206 
 
 Down  in  the  garden,  25 
 
 Doxology  276 
 
 Dream  of  heaven,  the  infant's  265 
 
 Dying  Christian,  the  233 
 
 Early,  they  that  seek  me  shall  find  me  74 
 
 Ecstacy  of  love  119 
 
 Eden  above,  the  259 
 
 Eloi,  eloi,  lama  sabacthani  32 
 
 End,  the  glorious  in  view  249 
 
 Eternity  223 
 
 Eternity,  a  look  into  225 
 
 Eternity,  time  and  226 
 
 Eternity,  reflections  on  death  and  230 
 
 Eternity  is  near,  time  flies  219 
 
 Evening  devotion  167 
 
 Everlasting  light,  the  Lord  shall  be  unto  thee  an  185 
 
 •Evening  hymn  151 
 
 Expurged,  sin,  by  blood  alone  88 
 
 Faith  in  God,  child's  270 
 
 Faith,  contrition,  and  82 
 
 Faithfulness  of  God  174 
 
INDEX    OF    TOPICS.  289 
 
 Faith.  let  him  ask  in,  nothing  wavering  138 
 
 Faith,  realizing  power  of  95 
 
 Faith's  triumph  94 
 
 Faith,  the  joyful  rest  of  14-5 
 
 Faith,  the  rest  of  1G5 
 
 Familly,  in  heaven  and  earth  252 
 
 Father,  our,  is  at  the  helm  170 
 
 Fear  of  death,  grace  conquers  the  236 
 
 Feast,  the,  and  the  stranger  G3 
 
 Fellowship  with  God  183 
 
 Fidelity  150 
 
 Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith  214 
 
 First  love,  thou  hast  left  thy  1S9 
 
 Forever  with  the  Lord  263 
 
 Forsake  thee,  I  will  never  leave  thee  nor  142 
 
 From  the  recesses  85 
 
 Gabrial's  trump  227 
 
 Garden,  down  in  the  25 
 
 Gate,  straight  is  the  64 
 
 Gathered  home  we'll  be  243 
 
 Gather  them  in  200 
 
 Gave  himself  for  us,  who  27 
 
 Glorifv  me,  I  will  deliver  thee  and  thou  shalt  141 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb  141 
 
 God  in  nature  and  in  grace  11 
 
 Gone  before,  not  dead  but  225 
 
 Good  man,  the  195 
 
 Gospel  Feast,  the  75 
 
 Grace,  by,  are  ye  saved  44 
 
 Grace,  nature  conquerred  by  43 
 
 Grace,  rich  and  free  97 
 
 Gratitude  for  spiritual  and  temporal  mercies  181 
 
 Grave,  thou  art  gone  to  234 
 
 Grieve  not  the  Spirit  52 
 
 Guide  me  by  thy  counsel,  thou  shalt  171 
 
 Handbreath,  thou  has  made  my  days  as  an  228 
 
 Hardness  endure  as  a  good  soldier  216 
 
 Hardness  of  heart  deplored  86 
 
 Harvest,  when  the  is  past  58 
 
 Heart-broken  at  the  cross  30 
 
 Heart  of  flesh  I  will  give  you  192 
 
 Heaven,  infant's  dream  of  265 
 20 
 
290  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home  209 
 
 Heavenly  antepast,  the  244 
 
 Heavenly-mindedness  120 
 
 Heaven,  nothing  true  but  254 
 
 Heaven  sold  193 
 
 Help,  importunate  cry  for  144 
 
 High  Priest,  our  sympathizing  41 
 
 Himself  for  us,  gave  27 
 Holiness  and  righteousness  that  we  might  serve  the 
 
 Lord  in  124 
 
 Home,  sweet  161 
 
 Homeward  Bound  208 
 
 Home,  we'll  be  gathered  243 
 
 Hope,  rejoicing  in  251 
 
 House  a,  not  made  with  hands  258 
 
 Hushed  be  my  murmurings  272 
 
 Hymn  to  Christ  the  King  24 
 
 I  love  the  Holy  Son  of  God  23 
 
 Impenitent  dead,  thoughts  on  the  61 
 
 Inbred  sin,  the  struggfe  against  135 
 
 Incomprehensible  God,  the  10 
 
 Invitation,  the  72 
 
 Invocation  and  confession  91 
 
 I  want  to  cross  over  260 
 
 Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain  28 
 
 Jesus,  mighty  to  save  22 
 
 Jesus  only  will  I  know  79 
 
 Jesus  paid  it  all  274 
 
 Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul  101 
 
 Joy  angelic,  at  the  resurrection  38 
 
 Joyful  in  hope  251 
 
 Joyfully  210 
 
 Joyful  noise  unto  the  Rock  of  our  Salvation  21 
 Joy  in  the  presence  of  Christ                                        •  130 
 
 Joy  of  salvation,  the  263 
 
 Jubilee,  the  69 
 
 Judgment,  God  shall  bring  thee  into  268 
 
 Judgment,  resurrection  and  the  221 
 
 Judson  Mrs.,  burial  of  263 
 
 Just  as  I  am  114 
 
 Just  as  thou  art  67 
 
 Just  for  the  unjust,  the  37 
 
 Kingdom  of  God,  seek  first  the  68 
 
INDEX    OF    TOPICS.  291 
 
 Kingdom,  his,  rulcth  over  all  12 
 
 King,  Christ,  the  hymn  to  24 
 
 Knock,  behold  I  stand  at  the  door  and  51 
 
 Lands  beyond  the  river,  the  246 
 
 Law  in  their  heart,  I  will  write  my  152 
 Lead  me  and  guide  me  therefore,  for  thy  name's  sake    168 
 
 Let  me  go  248 
 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates  39 
 
 Light  in  the  window  247 
 Likeness,  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  awake  with  thy     117 
 
 Live  alway,  I  would  not  2-56 
 
 Living,  the,  and  tjie  dead  219 
 
 Longing  soul,  he  satisfieth  the  119 
 
 Loss,  yea  doubtless,  and  I  count  all  things  but  112 
 
 Long-suffering,  mercy,  bounty  14 
 
 Look,  a  into  eternity  22-5 
 
 Lord  it  is  time  to  seek  thee  57 
 
 Love  him,  we  because  he  first  loved  us  19 
 
 Lord,  our  risen  39 
 
 Love,  joy,  and  hope  108 
 
 Lovest  thou  me  ?  125 
 
 Love,  raptures  of  121 
 
 Love,  panting  after  the  fullness  of  131 
 
 Love,  I  the  holy  Son  of  God  23 
 
 Love,  what  wondrous  is  this  105 
 
 Loving  kindness,  his  177 
 
 Lullaby  2G7 
 
 Make  haste  to  help  me  0  God  92 
 
 Man,  in  contrast  with  God  13 
 
 Manner,  what  of  persons  ought  we  to  be  224 
 
 Mark,  I  press  towards  the  129 
 
 Mercies,  the  of  a  life-time  179 
 
 Mercy,  Long-suffering,  Bounty  14 
 
 Mercy  seat,  the  185 
 
 Mercy's  free  29 
 
 Mighty  to  save,  Jesus  22 
 Mind,  let  this  be  in  you  which  was  also  in  Christ  Jesus  135 
 
 Mote  and  beam  159 
 
 Missionary's  farewell  204 
 
 Morning,  in  the  my  voice  shalt  thou  hear  155 
 
292 
 
 CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Morning,  in  the  sow  thy  seed  202 
 
 Mount  up  with  wings,  they  shall  121 
 
 Mourn,  and  thou  at  the  last  50 
 
 Mourn,  blessed  are  they  that  82 
 
 Name,  above  every  name,  God  hath  given  him  a  21 
 
 Name  of  Jesus,  the  19 
 
 Name  shall  be  called  Jesus,  his  23 
 
 Nature  and  grace,  God  in  11 
 
 Nature  conquerrcd  by  grace  43 
 
 Nature,  the  crucifixion  and  28 
 
 Nearer  my  God  to  thee  127 
 
 New  covenant,  the  blessings  of  sought  144 
 
 Omnipresent  God,  the  12 
 
 One,  that  they  all  may  be  157 
 
 Orphan's  prayer  264 
 
 0  that  I  knew  where  I  might  find  him  120 
 
 O  that  I  were  as  in  months  past  191 
 
 Over  the  river  245 
 
 Palestine  202 
 
 Pantcth  my  soul  after  thee  0  God  190 
 
 Parting  blessing  sought,  a  156 
 
 Peace  in  believing  100 
 
 Peace,  the  end  of  that  man  is  235 
 
 Peace,  there  is  no,  saith  my  God  to  the  wicked  56 
 
 Pearl  the,  that  worldlings  covet  78 
 
 Penitent,  cry  the  89 
 
 Penitent,  the  encouraged  67 
 
 Penticostal  power  271 
 
 Perish  if  I,  I  perish  77 
 
 People,  blessed  are  they  that  know  240 
 Perfect  in  ovcry  good  work,  now  the  God  of  peace 
 
 make  you  134 
 
 Perfect  love  133 
 
 Perfect  love,  the  canaan  of  in  view  137 
 
 Perish,  help  lord,  or  I  87 
 
 Persons,  what  manner  of,  ought  we  to  be  224 
 
 Physician,  the  great  106 
 
 Pilgrim  near  the  crossing  261 
 
 Pilgrim  stranger  211 
 
 Pity,  when  prompts  me  54 
 
 Portion,  God,  the  souls  every  where  187 
 
 Portion,  the  Lord  is  my,  saith  my  soul  186 
 
 Praise,  God,  I  will,  while  I  have  any  being  179 
 
INDEX    OF    TOPICS.  293 
 
 Praise  the  Lord,  let  every  thing  that  hath  hreath  8 
 
 Prayer,  a  for  the  second  "blessing  146 
 
 Prayer,  the  prolonged  agony  of  94 
 
 Prayer,  prevalence  of  150 
 
 Pray,  go  watch  and  64 
 
 Pray  we  will,  for  our  brother  1G2 
 
 Pray  without  ceasing  147 
 
 Precious  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord  is  the  death  2:33 
 
 Prepare  to  meet  thy  God  222 
 
 Presence  of  Christ,  joy  in  the  130 
 
 Presumptuous  sins  56 
 
 Probation,  brevity  of  58 
 
 Prospect,  the  goodly  city  in  262 
 
 Rapture  of  love  121 
 
 Rapturous  adoration  123 
 
 Realizing  power  of  faith  95 
 
 Ready,  all  things  are  now  45 
 
 Reaper,  the  229 
 
 Refining  tire,  prayer  for  the  136 
 
 Rejoicing  in  hope  251 
 Remember  now  thy  Creator,  in  the  day  s  of  thy  youth  52 
 
 Rest  for  the  weary"  242 
 
 Rest,  go  to  thy,  my  child  167 
 
 Rest  of  faith,  "the  joyful  145 
 
 Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  thy  salvation  192 
 
 Rest  there,  there  is  241 
 
 Resurrection  and  the  judgment  221 
 
 Resurrection,  death,  and  ascension  37 
 
 Retrospect,  grateful  of  the  past  year  180 
 
 Return,  O  wanderer  191 
 
 Return,  they  shalt  and  come  to  Zion  168 
 
 Risen  Lord,  our  39 
 
 Righteous  well,  tis  with  the  169 
 
 River  of  life,  the  41 
 
 Road  to  ruin,  the  59 
 
 Rock  of  Ages  154 
 
 Royal  proclamation,  the  70  j 
 
 Sabbath,  joy  in  the  184 
 
 Sabbath,  the  earthly  and  heavenly  184 
 
 Sacrifice,  the  living  193 
 
 Salvation  by  faith  96 
 
 Sanctilication,  Christ  my  wisdom  and  redemption  140 
 
294  CHOTiAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Satisfied,  I  shall  be,  when  I  awake  with  117 
 
 Satisfying  portion, Christ  our  118 
 
 Saved,  what  shall  I  do  to  he  81 
 
 Saviour,  my  and  my  sins  88 
 
 Saviour,  my  dying  and  my  soul  33 
 
 Saviour,  my  0  the}r  crucified  36 
 
 Search  0  God  and  know  my  heart  153 
 
 Seek  me  early,  they  that,  shall  find  me  74 
 
 Seek  the  Lord,  for  it  is  time  to  57 
 
 Seek  ye  first  the  kindom  of  God  68 
 
 Self-dedication  139 
 
 Sentinel,  the  faithful  236 
 
 Shadow,  of  thy  wing,  hide  me  under  the  171 
 
 Serve  him  in  holiness  and  rightousness  all  days  124 
 
 Sheep  of  his  pasture,  we  are  8 
 
 Shepherd,  the  Lord  is  my  172 
 
 Shining  shore  244 
 
 Sing  unto  the  Lord,  O  come  let  ns  21 
 
 Sleep,  for  so  he  givcth  his  beloved  173 
 
 Songs  in  the  house  of  our  pilgrimage  162 
 
 Son  of  Gcd,  I  love  the  holy  23 
 
 Sorrow,  child  of  sin  and  68 
 
 Sorrow  for  aught,  joy  in  the  morning  174 
 
 Sorrow  there  no  more  237 
 
 Sovreignty  9 
 
 Supplication,  confession  and  83 
 
 Spirit,  my  shall  not  always  strive  with  man  83 
 
 Spirit,  grieve  not  the  52 
 
 Springs  are  in  thee,  all  my  148 
 
 Standard  of  the  cross,  the  217 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus  163 
 
 Star  in  the  East  16 
 
 Steadfast,  be  ye  155 
 
 Straight  is  the  gate  64 
 
 Stranger  a,  at  the  door  72 
 
 Stranger,  the  feast  and  the  63 
 
 Struggle,  the  against  inbred  sin  135 
 
 Sun  bright  clime,  the  250 
 
 Surrender,  the  painful  114 
 
 Sympathy,  Christ's  for  sinners  86 
 
 Tears,  God  chall  wipe  away  all  from  their  eyes  238 
 
 Thanksgiving  and  praise  178 
 
 They  shall  mount  up  with  wings  as  eagles  121 
 
 Things,  all  come  of  the  176 
 
INDEX    OF    TOPICS.  295 
 
 Thirsteth  mv  soul  for  the  living  God  122 
 
 Time  and  eternity  226 
 
 Time,  it  is  to  seek  the  Lord  57 
 
 To  day  the  saviour  calls  73 
 
 To-morrow,  boast  not  thyself  of  •                              49 
 
 To  whom  .-mould  we  go  90 
 
 Traveler,  the  207 
 
 Trembling  sinner,  the,  to  the  suffering  saviour                84 
 
 Tribulation,  we  joy  in  166 
 
 Triumph,  the  Redeemer's  40 
 
 Truly  this  is  the  Son  of  God               ■  34 
 
 Trust  amidst  discouragements  175 
 
 Truth,  he  will  guide  you  into  all  131 
 
 Union  Band,  the  158 
 
 United  in  Christ  163 
 
 Universal  King,  praise  to  the  7 
 
 Vain  world  adieu  256 
 
 Victim,  the  Jews  and  their  32 
 
 Victorions  faith  99 
 
 Victory,  the,  the  armor,  the  Captain  215 
 
 Victory,  this  is  the  that  overcometh  93 
 
 Voice  my,  shalt  thou  hear  in  the  morning  155 
 
 Voice  of  free  grace  the  76 
 
 We'll  end  this  war  213 
 
 Walk  in  the  light,  let  us  274 
 
 Wants  149 
 
 Warning,  solemn  to  youth  55 
 
 Warnings  on  every  side  48 
 
 Warning,  the  66 
 
 Watch  and  pray,  go  64 
 
 Watchman  205 
 
 Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night  203 
 
 Wavering,  let  him  ask  in  faith,  nothing  ,                        138 
 
 We  will  pray  for  our  brother,  we  will  pray  162 
 
 What  he  hath  done  for  my  soul  103 
 
 What  is  man  that  thou  &c.  275 
 
 What,  oever  ye  do,  do  all  to  the  glory  of  God  195 
 
 Wheat  and  tares  the  60 
 
 when  shall  we  all  meet  again  164 
 
 When  shall  we  meet  again  158 
 
296  CHORAL    ECHOES. 
 
 Wherewith  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord  91 
 
 Why  will  ye  die  53 
 
 Wicked  there  is  no  peace  to  the  56 
 
 Witness  in  himself,  he  that  believeth  hath  the  98 
 
 Works,  let  all  my,  be  begun  &  116 
 
 World,  go  ye  into  all  the  199 
 
 World  of  light  257 
 
 Worship,  deiight  in  118 
 
 Wrestling  Jacob,  I  will  not  let  thee  go  130 
 
 Yearnings,  the  and  destiny  of  the  human  soul  62 
 
 Yearnings  the,  of  a  wanderer  190 
 
 Ye  did  it  unto  me  197 
 Yield  yourselves  unto  God  as  those  that  are  alive  from 
 
 the  dead  198 
 
 Yoxith,  solemn  warnings  to  55 
 
 Zions  Hill  273 
 
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Harvest  Home. 
 
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13. 
 
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 Slowlv. 
 
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 DR.   I.   MASON. 
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 Perfect  Love. 
 
 Arranged  by  W.  Mc  Donald. 
 
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 Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,  And  are  happy    in  the  Lord 
 
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 Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise,Which  is  left  you  in  his  Word  ? 
 
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 I     will 
 
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 I    will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin, 
 
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 Sanc-ti  -  fy  and  make  you  ho  -  ly  ;      I  will  dwell  and  reign  within, 
 
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23, 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb. 
 
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 Glo  -  ry       to     the      Lamb,  Glo  -  ry      to    the 
 
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 24.     "  The  way  is  so  delightful." 
 
 Har.  by  E.  A.  D. 
 
 WM 
 
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 I'm    giad     I       ev  -  er     saw  the  day,  The  way  is   so  de- 
 I      found  the  pilgrim's    narrow  way,  The  way  is  so  de- 
 
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 Chorus. 
 
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 light-ful,     Hal-le  -  lu-jnh;? 
 
 light-ful,    Hal-le  -  lu -jah  :  >  Oh,  the  way    is      so    de-lightful, 
 
Continued. 
 
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 25. 
 
 Union. 
 
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 From  whence  doth  this  union      a  -  rise  ?    That    hat  -  red    is 
 
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 conquered    by      love ;        It        fast  -  ens    our        souls    in  such 
 
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 ties,  That      dis  -  tance  and      time    cant     re    -  move. 
 
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26. 
 
 Adieu. 
 
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 When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain,    Round    us    for  -ev-er; 
 
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 Our  hearts  will  ne'er  re-pose,  Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows,  In 
 
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 this  dark  vale  of   woes  ;  Nev  -  er, 
 
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 27. 
 
 We  will  Pray. 
 
 WM.   L.  WOODCOCK. 
 
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 We    will   pray  for    our   Brother,    we    will     pray 
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 You 
 
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 are  not  alone, my  Brother,in  the  way.  The  Saviour's  by  your  side, and  the 
 
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 Bi-ble    for  your  guide,    If    you  live  by  taith  and  prayer  eve  -  ry 
 
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 AYe  will  pray —  and  we'll  pre* 
 
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 a  on,  till  we 
 
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 all    get 
 
 Home ! 
 
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 28. 
 
 Parting  Friends. 
 
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 When  shall  we  all  meet  again,    When  shall  we  all  meet  again, 
 
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 Oft  shall  glowing  hope  ex-pire,         Oft  shall  weary-love  re-tire, 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign,      But  we  all  shall  meet  a-gain. 
 
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 29.  Lead  Thou  roe  on. 
 
 From  "  Choral  Echoes." 
 
 *S-S  g^jLU^S 
 
 Send    kindly  light    a-mid  th'  encircling  gloom.  And  lead  me  on, 
 The  night  is  dark,  and  I    am  far  from  home, Lead  thou  me  on. 
 
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 Keep  thou  my  feet, 
 
 I      do    not   ask 
 
 to     see     The 
 
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 dis  -  tant  scene,  One 
 
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 step      e-nough     for      me. 
 
 30. 
 
 Sunny  Mountains. 
 
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 On      eve  -  ry    sun-ny  mountain,   In  eve  -  ry    gloomy  dell. 
 
 ismm 
 
 m 
 
Continued. 
 
 Whate'er  the  robe  that  wraps  the  heart,  'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 =1^51 
 
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 'Tis  well,  'tis    well,              'Tis    with  the   righteous    well ;     In 
 
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 'Tis  well,      'tis  well,  'Tis    with  the  righteous     well 
 1st  time. 
 
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 r^p: 
 
 pleasure's  light  and  sorrow's  night,  'Tis    with    the  righteous  well. 
 
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 2cl  time 
 
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 Ritard. 
 
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 a= 
 
 m 
 
 ^~ 
 
 31. 
 
 Twilight. 
 
 Fad-ing,  still    fad-ing,   the        last     beam    is      shin-ing, 
 
 m 
 
Continued. 
 
 r  ' — ir-1 — r 
 
 m — n 
 
 i — > — ; — n 
 
 H 1 1 — 1 — ™ — s — *- 
 
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 Father  in      heav-en,    the      day    is      de  -  dining, 
 
 Safe  -  ty  and 
 
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 in  -  nocence    fly  with  the  light,     Tempta-tion  and    dan-ger  walk 
 
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 4=t 
 
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 forth  with  the  light ;  From  the  fall  of  the  shade,  till  the  morning  hells 
 
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 ^=£=1 
 
 rrri 
 
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 Shield  me  from  dan  -  ger,  save   me  from  crime  ;  Father,  have  mercy, 
 
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32. 
 
 America. 
 
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 My  country?   'tis      of   thee,  Sweet  land  of       lib  -  er    ty, 
 
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 f^g  *llr  r=>, 
 
 Of   thee    I     sing  ;        Land  where  my    fathers  died  ;  Land  of  the 
 
 1=1: 
 
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 iz. 
 
 :£=£= 
 
 gsgipg 
 
 dt=t 
 
 :s^L-s=Jz 
 
 -MtzirS 
 
 |=S 
 
 :.£^ 
 
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 pilgrim's  pride  ;  From  every  mountain-side,    Let        freedom  ring. 
 
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 r~i — r 
 
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 33.  Loving  Kindness. 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,      in    joy-ful  lays,  To      sing  the  great  Re- 
 
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 deemer's  praise ;     He    just  -  ly    claims    a   song  from  thee,  His 
 
Continued. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
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 lov-ing     kind    -    ness    Oh,  how  free,    His  lov-ing    kindness, 
 
 T-— g: 
 
 ^-—r: 
 
 zU-g^-t-i 
 
 rraizrs: 
 
 =»=^=F=J 
 
 fc__ **!— I 
 
 r^st 
 
 Lov-ing      kindness,     Eis     lov-ing  kind    -    ness    Oh,  how  free. 
 
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 &-i—&z=zp=zpr=z bz     '      rr fr_  M 
 
 34. 
 
 Fellowship. 
 
 -*H*- 
 
 S^^^SiS^ 
 
 From  all  that  s  mortal,   all  that's  vain,And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
 
 Hfe§=s 
 
 j_^_S — EM  i**'l 
 
 t=t 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to    gain.  1 
 
 Arise,  my  sou!,  and  strive  to    gain.  I   Some    fellowship  with  God, 
 
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 u-jfc-j 
 
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 D.  C. 
 
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 Son: 
 
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 e  fel  -  low-ship    with 
 
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 God, 
 
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 Some 
 
 fel  -  low-ship  with 
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 God. 
 
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35. 
 
 Gather  them  in. 
 
 Music  by  Bradburt,  by  permission. 
 
 Gather  them  in,  Gather  them  in,     Gath-er    the  wanderers  in, 
 
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 Gather  thorn  in  from  the  broad  highway, Gather  them  in, Gather  them 
 
 [in, 
 Gather  them  in  from  the  prairies  vast, Gather  them  iu, Gather  them  in, 
 
 — ^— & 
 
 Gather  them  in  in  this  gospel  day.  Gather,   gath-er    them    in  ; 
 Gather  them  in  of  ev  -  e  -  ry  cast,  Gather,   gath-er    them    in  ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 
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 §=gi§ 
 
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 Gather  them  in,  there  is  room  to  spare, Gather  them  in  to  the  house  of 
 
 [prayer, 
 
 3=^. 
 
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 Gather  them  in..  Gather  them    in,  Gather  the  wanderers     in. 
 
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 &==& 
 
 j&=im 
 
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36. 
 
 Palestine. 
 
 ^^=^f^xzl  J,  ^"JTTH 
 
 They  have    gone   to   the    land  where  the    pa  -  triarchs    rest, 
 
 -jg-| — a> — is? 
 
 EE^rBi 
 
 ^iEFSER— ^zjv 
 
 s=^s= 
 
 ^=t 
 
 Wliere  the  bones  of  the   prophets  are   laid  ;  Where  the  chosen  of 
 
 2=^ 
 
 ?=3=^ 
 
 g^I 
 
 4=^ 
 
 II 
 
 Is-rael  the  promise    possess'd.  And  Je-ho-vah  his  wonders  displayed. 
 -\ s- 
 
 :mm^^E^m 
 
 37. 
 
 Watchman. 
 
 Eitard.  Fine. 
 
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 &i=*^^*=*=*3^^^^^ 
 
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 Watchman,  tell  ine,  does  the  morning  Of  fair  Zion's  glory  da,vra  ?, 
 
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 :->~t 
 
 ^:=fc=N 
 
 ;=:*: 
 
 :!*=* 
 
 3*=*l 
 
 Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming,  Yet  up-on  my  pathway  shone  ! 
 
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 — ^t li    .  ^-rzfrt — **-t^$ 
 
Continued. 
 
 Pilgrim,  yes  ;  a  -  rise,look  round  thee!  Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies. 
 
 •  a    v 
 
 i^prrprpaCir^zzz^: 
 
 38. 
 
 11*1 
 
 Traveller. 
 
 =1= 
 
 I 
 
 JEgEgEEEE 
 
 I'm      a     lone-ly      trav'ler  here,         AVea  -  ry,    oppress'd, 
 
 -&--—  & — &- 
 
 , gj fs,. 
 
 l^zzzzz-J — *-■ 
 
 But  my  journey's  end  is    near,     Soon    I    shall      rest; 
 
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 -^ p p 
 
 Dark  and  dreary      is     the    way,      Toil  -  ing  I've  come, 
 
 H^ligii! 
 
 :I£?: 
 
 :i==t 
 
 Si 
 
 Ask  me    not    with    you    to    stay,   Yonder's  my  home. 
 
 ^g-f-;*— ^ 
 
 ?=lg=?: 
 
 TT-t- 
 
39. 
 
 Down  by  the  River. 
 
 isili?ii^i^il 
 
 Hark  !   lis-ten    to    the    trumpet  -  ers,     I    mean  to    go ; 
 
 ^-5: 
 
 Igi 
 
 fc=S; 
 
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 c— 3S-—PS '.-i 
 
 — * — * ^— -^ — -* — ii- 
 
 ~^— «^=*- 
 
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 They  call  for    val-liant  vol  -  un-tecrs,      I     mean   to   go; 
 
 [~         ^—-I^CZJg         &—ZZ3*. 
 
 l — *t 
 
 — ; p — « — 
 
 » =g— q— p=1— -i-^— i-^=p=l 1 rprzzga: 
 
 :*zfTz=zat 
 0,  we'll  end     this         war, 
 
 /7\  -T\ 
 
 Down  by    the   Riv 
 =1       !       P-^ 
 
 _  ;        1 qs 
 
 zEzzrz^zzzzta 
 
 :S=S: 
 
 er,    We'll  end  this   war,  Down  bv     the     Riv  -  er   side. 
 
 ^s^^^g^gg=g^^a 
 
 40. 
 
 Battle  Field. 
 
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 Live    on      the    field    of      bat  -  tie,    Be     ear -nest  in    the 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 ri — ^ — n 
 
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 ZZ2rz£±: 
 
 ^^-s^i- 
 
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 fight ;  Stand  forth  with  manly  courage,  And  struggle  for  the  right ; 
 
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 -e — &— 
 
 H-    h    *— s 
 
 ts— ^     * 
 
 Fr— 5  •-    F- 
 
 b^=d 
 
 Live  !  live  !    live  !   live 
 
 the  field     of       bat  -  tie. 
 
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 S 
 
 gg— r— f: 
 
 41 
 
 Soldier. 
 
 W-SrU+F^fZ&^g* 
 
 Am     I     a    sol-dier  of  the  cross,  A  follower  of  the 
 
 liEiiigi^^igll 
 
 F=g-t 
 
 =f=p=: 
 
 Lamb,     And  shall   I    fear      to  own  his  cause,   Or  blush  to  speak  hi3 
 Chorus. 
 
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 *   1    1*       *       fi'm      m 
 
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 ■  £     \     \          L«        L_  !         > 
 
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 a      sol  -  dier  of  the 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 -&— 
 
 -P-p 
 
 -z-^f^f  \-f-zzezz 
 
 -e- 
 
 =~za— 
 
 =i=: 
 
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 follower 
 
 of 
 
 the    Lamb,    Nor    will 
 
 I 
 
 fear        to 
 
 -i — 
 
 ->" — 
 
 -r— 
 
 m^diliii^ 
 
 -» — 
 
 1     g    g^ 
 
 own  his  cause,     Nor      blush    to  speak  his       name. 
 
 i=«— p=-r=»=  :=£= 
 
 -f — n 
 
 4,2. 
 
 Perseverance. 
 
 -&-■ 
 
 m 
 
 O,  •when  shall  I      see      Je  -  sus,  And  reign  with  him  a  -  bove  ; 
 
 J*: 
 
 22: 
 
 §1 
 
 F_J & — 
 
 -J>jz&-. 
 
 za 
 
 And  from  the   flowing        foun  -  tain,  Drink  ev  -  er  -  last-ing    love 
 
 z*zt:ra?— 
 
 i — ~r 
 
 5=at 
 
 ^=S: 
 
 ^=*rrszfeiD 
 
 When  shall  I    he    de  -    liv    -    er'd  From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 
Continued. 
 
 ^=t 
 
 =» 
 
 gUi 
 
 *=3=: 
 
 i=S 
 
 And  with  my  bless-ed        Je   -  sus,  Drink  endless  pleasures    in.    , 
 
 -*— tf-H 
 
 ^* *- 
 
 ^^^i 
 
 43, 
 
 CHANT.    The  Reaper. 
 
 teg—— 
 
 :*? 
 
 ■ 
 
 There  is  a  reaper  whose  name  is  Death,  And  > 
 
 with  his  >     sick  -  le       keen, 
 
 JS 
 
 H 
 
 ^i=^: 
 
 He  reaps  the  bearded  grain  at  a  ) 
 
 breath,  And  the  J  flow'rs  that  grow  be  -  tween. 
 
 -=t 
 
 m 
 
 44. 
 
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 Angel  Band. 
 
 Music  by  Bradbury,  by  permission. 
 
 g!i§iSii=!!iii 
 
 My    la*  -  est  sun  is     set-  ting  fasi,  My  race  is  nearly      run, 
 My   -or -est   tii  -  ais  now  are  past.  My  triumph  is   be  -  gun. 
 
 z6." 
 
 :qr~ p 
 
 Oi      "9      &  . .i 
 
 JB—^a^^—^i-Lz; 
 
 ^smm 
 
 :pa: 
 
 -  -&——p— 9  — 
 
 .  h     I  — in 
 
 O,  come,  an-gel  band,  Come,  and  a-round   me  stand ;  O, 
 
 igirpjz &- 
 
 ~~-F- *= 
 
 ;H 
 
Continued. 
 
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 bear  rue  away  on  your  snowy  wings,  To  my  iniinor-tal     home,    0, 
 
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 bear  me   away  on  your   snowy  wings,  To  my  im-mor  -  tal    home. 
 
 45.  Let  me  go. 
 
 Words  and  Music  by  Rer.  L.  Hartsough,  Oneida  Conference. 
 
 esbe 
 
 atbt 
 
 :*pc 
 
 Let  me  go  where  saints  are  go-ing,  To  the  mansions  of  the 
 
 blest ;  Let  me  go  where  my  Redeemer,  lias  prepared  his  people's  rest 
 
 =^=— 
 
 £3 
 
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 Iwould  gain  the  realms  of  brightness, Where  they  go  out  nevermore1 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 dt 
 
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 I  would  join  the  friends  that  wait  me,  Over  on  the    other  shore. 
 
 46. 
 
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 W—J-W^g: 
 
 O !  I  want  to  cross  over ! 
 
 Words  and  Music  by  Rev.  L.  Haktsough. 
 
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 j*z=M=m — Jt. 
 
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 which  the  blessed  Saviour  doth  each  one  invite  ;  'Tis  prepared  for  the 
 
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 pure  and  the  blessed  ;  'Tis  over  the  River  where  the  weary  find  rest. 
 
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 47. 
 
 Helena. 
 
 OLIVER  BITSON. 
 
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 Mournfully,    ten  -  der  -  ly,  bear  on  the  dead,    Where  the 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 Warrior  has     lain,       let  the  Christian    be  laid  ;        No 
 
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 place  more  befit-ting,   0  Rock  of   the    sea,   Never  such  treasure  waa 
 
 i=i--t 
 
 sg-£ 
 
 ^zfii 
 
 n^tr^rr^r 
 
 hid-den    in  thee,       Nev  -  er  such  treasure  was  hidden  in    thee 
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 48. 
 
 My  Mother's  Grave. 
 
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 love        to       stay  where  my  moth  -  er      sleeps,  And 
 
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 gaze  on  each  star       as     it    twinkling  peeps,  Through  the  bending 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 Willow  which  lone    -  ly    weeps 
 
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 O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
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 O'er  my  mother's  grave,  Thro'  that  bending  willow,0'er  my  mother's 
 
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 49.    The  Infant's  Dream  of  Heaven. 
 
 Harmonized  by  S.  B. 
 
 0       era  -  die  me      on    your  knee,  Mamma,  And  sing  that 
 
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 My  glow  -   ing  cheek  to  your        lov    -    ing        breast, 
 
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 For  I  saw  a  scene  when  I  slumbered  last, That  I  fain  would  see  again. 
 
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 50. 
 
 Lullaby.    P.  M. 
 
 Sleep.      ba  -  by,      6leep,     Thy  fa  -  ther  watches  his  sheep  ; 
 
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 down  falls  a    lit  -  tie  dream  on  thee,  Sleep,  ba-by.  sleep. 
 
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 51.  Holcomb. 
 
 Young  man,  indulge  thy  pas  -  sion,    And  squander    a'!  thy  youth, 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 In     eve  -  ry     fool-  ish    i 
 
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 Nor  heed  God's  threatening  en-sign,    And  what  thou  list,  that  do  ; 
 
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 Yet  kuow  that  this    is   seed  time,  There  comes  a     har-vest  too. 
 
 52. 
 
 Child's  Faith  in  God. 
 
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 The  old-est     was  but  six  years     old,    A    gen  -  tie,    mod-est  lad ; 
 
Continued. 
 
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 And  ve  -  ry  hard  that  wid-ow    toil'd,  To  feed  her    children    four, 
 
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 An    honest  heart  the  wo-man  had.  But  she  was      ve  -  ry  poor. 
 
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 53. 
 
 Pentecostal  Power. 
 
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 !Tis  the    ve  -  ry     same  power,  The  ve  -  ry  same  power  ;  'Tis  the 
 
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 ry  same  pow-er  That  they  had  at  Pen  -  te  cost ;        'lis   the 
 
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 power,  the  power  ;  'Tis  the  power  that  Jesus  promised  should  come 
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54 
 
 A  Saviour  Ever  Near. 
 
 jBila-s 
 
 Music  by  Bradbury,  by  permission. 
 
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 Huslvd  be   my  tnurmurings,  let  cares  depart,    Je  -  sus     is 
 
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 near  me,  to  cheer  my  heart,     He's  near  to  help  whilst  life's  hours  re- 
 
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 pain, 
 
 He  speaks    to 
 
 cheer  me    iu 
 
 toil  and    in    pain. 
 
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 \  Hopes  of  glo  -  ry  round  me  bide  ;  >  And  there  lingers  by  my  side,  A 
 
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Continued. 
 
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 Saviour,     A      Sav-iour,        A      Sav  -  iour      ev  -  er     near,     A 
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 Saviour,  A       Sav-iour,     A      Saviour     ev   -    er 
 
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 55. 
 
 Zion's  Hill. 
 
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 1    ]      1      M 
 
 1      I     J    J    : 
 
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 us,  my    all,     to 
 
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 leaven  is  gone, He 
 
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 Hill,  He 
 
 ,  whom  I  fix  my 
 
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 hopes  upon,  ( 
 
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 limbing  up    Zi  -  on's 
 
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 Hill. 
 
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 there, Why,  we're  almost  there,  my  Lord,  Climbing  up  Zion's  Hill 
 
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 56.  Jesus  Paid  it  All. 
 
 From  "  Revival  Melodist,"  by  E  P.  Hammond. 
 
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 Noth-ing,  either  great    or    small,    Nothing,  ein-ner,     no 
 
 .|  J  J"  TjH-j  J*  Jej^I 
 
 Je  -  sus  died  and     paid   it 
 
 all, 
 
 Long,     long    a    -    go. 
 
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 Chorus. 
 
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 Je  -  sus    paid   it      all,  •    All    the  debt    I         owe, 
 
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 And  nothing,  ei-ther  great  or  small,  Remains    for    me     to   do. 
 
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57. 
 
 Dare  to  be  Right. 
 
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 Dare  to    be  right,  dare  to  be  true,  You  hare  a  work  which  no 
 
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 oth-er    can    do ;     Do    it      so    bravely,    so      kind-ly,    so    •well, 
 
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 Chorus. 
 
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 An-gels   may  hasten    the   sto  -  ry      to    tell.  Dare  to    be   right, 
 
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 t=m-. 
 
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 abzdz-J-^  •  ig=j!b 
 
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 dare  to    be    true, 
 
 You  have  a    work  that  no 
 
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 oth-er     can    do. 
 
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