Cumberland Presbyterian HYMNAL Cumberland Presbyterian Church FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/cumberlaOOcumb THE CUMBERLAND PRESBYTERIAN HYMNAL 1/ A SELECTION OF SPIRITUAL SONGS WITH MUSIC / FOR USE IN THE CUMBERLAND PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH APPROVED BY THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY, IN KANSAS CITY, MO., MAY, X889 NASHVILLE, TENN.: CUMBERLAND PRESBYTERIAN PUBLISHING HOUSE THE TEX COMMANDMENTS. 1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me. 2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth : thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them ; for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; and shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me and keep my commandments. 3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain : for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. 4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor, and do all thy work : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God : in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man- servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor the stranger that is within thy gates: for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day : wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it. 5. Honor thy father and thy mother : that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. 0. Thou shalt not kill. 7. Thou shalt not commit adultery. 8. Thou shalt not steal. 9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor. 10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neigh- bor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's. — Ex. 20 : 3-17. THE LORD'S PRAYER. Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temp- tation, but deliver us from evil : For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen. — Matt. 6 : 9-13. THE APOSTLES' CREED. I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth : And in Jesus Christ his only Son our Lord ; who was conceived by the Holy Ghost ; born of the Virgin Mary ; suffered under Pontius Pilate ; was crucified, dead and buried ; the third day he rose from the dead ; he ascended into heaven ; and sitteth at the right hand of God the Father Almighty : from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead. I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy Universal Church ; the communion of saints j the forgiveness of sins j the resurrection of the body ; and the life everlasting. Amen. Copyright, 1878, by Scribner & Co. Copyright, 1881, by The Century Co. Copyright, 1889, by The Century Co. PREFACE. This book, with the exception of thirty-five of the pieces contained in the Supplement, is the work of Rev. Chas. S. Robinson, D. D., of New-York City, a man whose fame for skill, taste, accuracy, and catho- licity, in the preparation of hymnals, is in all the land. The committee appointed by the General Assembly, at Covington, Ohio, in May, 1887, had many meetings, and conducted an extensive correspondence with experienced pastors and musicians, spending many laborious hours in attempting the compilation of a new hymn and tune book, according to the direction of the General Assembly, and had nearly completed the work, when they were confronted by what seemed an insurmountable obstacle. A very large portion of the tunes and words which had been chosen were found to be protected by copy- rights, and could not be procured except by the payment of a larger sum of money than our Board of Publication felt able to use for that purpose. At this juncture, Dr. Robinson's "Spiritual Songs for Church and Choir" was placed in the committee's hands, and a prop- osition from his publishers was submitted which was considered so favorable that it was thought advisable to accept it. It was found that the book contained very many of the songs which the commit- tee especially desired, and also that it was rich in words and music, well arranged, and admirably adapted to the wants and tastes and spir- itual longings of Cumberland Presbyterians. It was, therefore, recom- mended to the General Assembly, which sat in Kansas City, Mo., in May, 1889, that the book be adopted, which was done by a unanimous and hearty vote ; and the committee was directed to prepare a Supple- ment, to contain such pieces as, in the judgment of the committee, would still further insure the adaptation of the book to the wants of our communion. We now offer this work to the Church, believing that it will carry with it solemn warnings to the unrepentant, and sweet consolations to the children of God, and that it will be a source of joy to our people for many years to come. Xathax Greex, TV. J. Graxxis, M. B. DeTVitt. J. Reed Morris, ! J. I. D. HlXDS, J. M. HUBBERT, TABLE OF CONTENTS. hymns. THE LORD'S DAY i-eo THE HOUSE OF PRAYER ei-77 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE 78-111 THE CLOSE OF SERVICE 112-157 THE INSPIRED SCRIPTURES 158-175 GOD: THE ALMIGHTY FATHER.. 176-233 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. incarnation and birth 234—256 Life and Character 257—272 sufferings and death 273—294 kesurrection and reign 295—328 exaltation and offices 329-349 THE HOLY SPIRIT 350-380 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. Man's lost state 381—397 the atonement 398—415 Invitations > 416—444 Repentance unto Life 445—480 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. conflict with sin 481-516 courage and cheer 517—584 communion with christ 585—639 Experience and Graces 640—674 Privileges of Believers 675—703 discipline and Sorrow 704—748 c Hymns. THE CHURCH. Institutions 749—778 Benevolent Work 779—807 Baptism 808—817 The Lord's Supper 818—889 Missions and Growth 890—932 DEATH AND RESURRECTION 933-9:2 THE GENERAL JUDGMENT 973-988 THE REST OF HEAVEN 989-1045 MISCELLANEOUS 10:3-1110 Page. INDEX OF TUNES 428 METRICAL INDEX 430 INDEX OF AUTHORS 432 INDEX OF TEXTS 434 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 436 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 439 SPIRITUAL SONGS. DALSTON. S. P. M. A. WTLLIAMS. fe^^fe^^ ^^^^ S i'g ® xr £ mk 1. How pleaded and blest wasl, To hear the peo-ple cry, " Come, let us seek our G-od to- day! m 9 t -c — *- r£Z- fe ^ ^♦^^ ^— ?t S^ 4 f=t SG Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zi-on's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. J - J - 1 * P ,' f g - sheo E=E T=F §S J- Psalm 122. T. WATTS. How pleased and blest was I , To hear the people cry, " Come, let us seek our God to-day V Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion — thrice happy place — Adorned with wondrous grace, While walls of strength embrace thee round: In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel'3 joyful sound. G 1 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest: The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest ! 4 My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this sacred house !" For here my friends and kindred dwell ° And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. THE LORD'S DAY, HENDON. 7s. I— I h-2-^ iip^^i g? am C. H. A. MALAN. -&-*■ ±3^=X 9 I I er-zr i is>- cr m^ s -2 r<2— O •&• •&• \rrty f r I r f 2z: ^ : =t= -£•- 1. Lord, we come be - fore thee now, At thy feet we hum - bly bow; Oh, do not our (2 J^.g -p. _£. _£. _<2. t=t suit dis-dain! Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? & " Thy face we seek." w. hammond, Lord, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow; Oh, do not our suit disdain ! Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee ; here we stay ; Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down lift up ; Make them strong in faith and hope. 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Ileal the sick ; the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in thee. CHAPEL. 7s. jfestts intercedes. J. Montgomery. To thy temple we repair — Lord, we love to worship there, When within the vail we meet Thee upon the mercy-seat. 2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips — unloose our tongue ; Then our joyful souls shall bless Thee, the Lord our Righteousness. 3 While to thee our prayers ascend, Let thine ear in love attend ; Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads — Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 4 While thy word is heard with awe, While we tremble at thy law, Let thy gospel's wondrous love Every doubt and fear remove. 5 From thy house when we return, Let our hearts within us burn ; That at evening we may say — "We have walked with God to-day." CERMAN CHORAL. 1 ilfegt^^iS^i?3fpl 1. To thy temple wa re-pair — Lor J, wo lore to worship there, When within the vail we meet Thee np-on the mercy - seat. L_a_ji__*_^ ^ 7P ti > **=£*£££< tf<: ** ^*T# SSKlisi j w w — '-S: l.TheLord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wantssupply,. Pi W- jZ.4l^ +.£: Psalm 23. J. ADDISON. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, TOAKLET, My weary, wandering steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy presence shall my pains beguile: The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned; And streams shall murmur all around. \V. YOAKLEY. j C When, streamingfromtheeasternskies^hemorninglightsalutesmineeyes,) I [away, " \ O Sun of righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine ! J Oh, chase the cloud of guilt ffl agi f^-^-» & ~ w^wmm^m ad B-S-- m @s ud turn my darkness in - to day. >z — {- Constant Devotion. W. SHRUBSOLE. 9 When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine ! Oh, chase the clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King My morning-sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name; Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, And be my Advocate with God. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest; Aud, as each morning sun shall rise, Oh, lead me onward to the skies I THE LORD'S DAY, LISCHER, H. M. F. SCHNEIDER. Welcome, delight-ful morn, Thou day of sa - cred rest: I hail thy kind re- turn; — Lord, make these moments blest: j From the low train Of mortal toys, •i^=E^fe f==($=f= f-i— ir—snt ^ I soar to reach Im - mor - tal joys ,1111 . soar to reach Im - mor - tal joys. t=t • •mm +-+-■&- -*9- V-V-V-X I L_ i^- Ti JL" Welcome Worship. HAYWARD. Welcome, delightful inorn, Thou day of sacred rest ; I hail thy kind return ; — Lord, make these moments blest : From the low train I soar to reach Of mortal toys, Immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face : And learn to know And fear the Lord. Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours : Then shall my soul New life obtain, MILLENNIUM. Nor Sabbaths be Enjoyed in vain. H. M. I soar to reach Immor -tal joys. Psalm 84. I. watts. Lord of the worlds above I How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are ! To thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 Oh, happy souls who pray, Where God appoints to hear ! Oh, happy men who pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears ; Oh, glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet ! ENGLISH. 4-4 Mm_ 1. Lord of the worlds above — 0—0- ^ How pleasant, and how fair r love, The dwellings of thy love, Thine ■JL. e *—*- ip^pgiii^pg ah ^ -ftg=^ - sJ f ± &=* 3 h\£f*0-p- -i^±,-tg*j#£ii=ffl r^ v -*>-- earth - ly temples are ! To thine a - bode my heart as-pires, With warm desires to see my God. -^ J J usssiga THE LORD'S DAY. T. DWIGHT. JL « h. m. Psalm 43. Now, to thy sacred house, With joy I turn my feet, "Where saints, with morning-vows, In full assembly meet : Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from thy throne thy mercy shine. 2 Oh, send thy light abroad ; Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God, And guide my doubtful way; I'll hear thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. SABBATH. 7s. 61. 3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, And all my sorrows heal; Here health and strength divine, Oh, make my bosom feel; Like balmy dew shall Jesus' voice My heart rejoice, my strength renew. 4 Now in thy holy hill, Before thine altar, Lord ! My harp and song shall sound The glories of thy word: Henceforth, to thee, O God of grace ! A hymn of praise, my life shall be. LOWELL MASON. fed: 1. Safe - ly through anoth- er week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now .*. JL • JL JL JL -<2- grtTirtbtir^^ JLJLJL+. v — ?- *fc a blessing JL JL JL V- -^-v- seek, Wait - ing in his courts to - day: £• . . . , - n ™ $ 5k Day of all the week the best, Emblem W m •w p h. %=^£± of e - ter -nal rest, Day of all the week the best. Emblem of e - ter - nal rest. JL' JL JL JL ^2. ^rf £ fe - J=U. *• w^m -&— \ Sabbath morning. J. kewton. Safely through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face — Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, — May wc rest this day in thee. 3 Here we come thy name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of gf ace abound, Bring relief for all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we rest in thee above. THE LORD'S DAY. I fe HALLE. 7s. 61. F. J. HAYDN. -4— O balm of care and sadness, Mhst beauti-ful, most bright ; J On thee, the high and low- ly, CI **■ i : I U Daim 01 care ana sa *-l j L^»-^=^ BP- 5H B Bend-ing be - fore the throne, Sing Ho - ly, Ho - ly, Ho - ly, To the Great Three in One. , r r — r r , ff : . » ■ f • • f" ' -hi J ■ -*-,-» — f — f — f — rs- :B § f=F "Day of Rest." c. wordsworth, O day of rest and gladness, O da}' of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee, the high and lowly, Bending before the throne, Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, To the Great Three in One. 2 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, 'Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 3 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest. P=M To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. 17 " Thine holy day." ray palmer. Thine holy day's returning, Our hearts exult to see; And with devotion burning, Ascend, O God, to thee ! To-day with purest pleasure, Our thoughts from earth withdraw: We search for heavenly treasure, We learn thy holy law. 2 We join to sing thy praises, Lord of the Sabbath day; Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest, sweetest lay ! Thy richest mercies sharing, Inspire us with thy love, By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise above. Communion in love. P. H. BROWN'. 18 . Hail, happy day ! thou day of holy rest, What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast ! When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends, And kindly holds communion with his friends. 2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone ; Its flattering, fading glories I despise, And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes: Oh, meet my rising soul, thou God of love, And waft it to the blissful realms above I 10 THE LORD'S DAY. MARLOW. CM, LOWELL MASON. m^m, fete* a= *-;- » r' ' ■ : ££[ il? ^ gjppp 1. This is the day the Lord hath made ; He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. •*■■*- v-v+ 0-2-0- A.+ #. fL 5=C .**-#. i/-u- ^p «gll 1Q -■- ♦" Psalm 1 1 8. i. watt: This is the day the Lord hath made ; He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's only Son ; Help us, O Lord ; descend, and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men With messages of grace ; "Who comes, in God his Father's name, . To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. Psalm 122. I. WATTS. 20 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, — "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day." 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; The Church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ; With holy gifts and heavenly grace, Be her attendants blest. 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God, my Saviour reigns. MEAK CM. WELSH AIR. A. WILLIAMS. ^ z£ ±=Jfc :s "ST & 1. How did my heart re - joice to hear ^if- -&- at My friends do - vout - 1/ say, T VTTTTI frtp is: ^l Zi - on .a. =_ let & 1 ' & ■}- m & =i all ap -02. -#- pear, And keep the sol - emn day. 1 < „ Pi £ i THE LORD'S DAY. 11 LANESBORO. CM. 1. Ear-ly, my God, without de-lay -I*. ■»- -f- I I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spir - it jiiiii^ijiiriaaw faints a - way, My thirsty spir - it faints a - way, With - out thy cheer - ing grace. & 1 Psalm 63. Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 I 've seen thy glory and thy power Througk all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. BEMEB.T0N. C, M. \ 1 3 3 Xot life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. H. W. GREATOREX. 1 &- 1. Lord ! when we bend be - fore thy throne, And our fas - sions pour, \> rfr . ^* -&- w f- ■=^v- +'* fe^J 3r-r 3= G~ And hate what wj da - plore. >-Sl^j2l Sincerity. J. n. carlyle. Lord 1 when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, Oh, may we feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; True penitence impart: And let a healing ray from thee Beam hope 0:1 every heart. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign ; Nor let a thought our bosom share, Which is not wholly thine. 4 Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies; And teach our heart 'tis goodness still That grants it or denies. 12 THE LORD'S DAY, OAKSVILLE. CM. ft- t-r-1 J* * C. ZEUNER. ^ fe^ % :s: Jt=«: ^=3: r ■* ~ ~ r 1. Sing we the song of those who stand A - round th'e - ter - nal throne, u 31SEEE3 ^ 3E J. ,*L 221 #^ -0- 1 23: fcfci* :s: ^2 Of ev ■#■ -«■ ery kin ^=# dred, clime, and land, *-*• mul - ti - tude un - known. mgg * *-*• ♦ E ^=F I r^- «U •^ n 3 22: ?SC=t p 3 Spirit of grace ! oh, deign to dwell Within thy church below; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. 4 Let peace within her walls be found : Let all her sons unite To spread with grateful zeal around Her clear and shining light. 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day Which thou hast called thine own; With joy the summons we obey To worship at thy throne. wO " The Rising Day.'" 1. watts. Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him that rules the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. Q O "Worthy the Lamb! " j. Montgomery. Sing we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime, and land, A multitude unknown. 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here: To-day the young, the old, Oar Saviour and his flock appear One Shepherd and one fold. 3 Toil, trial, sufferings still await On earth the pilgrim throng ; Yet learn we in our low estate The Church Triumphant's song. 4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," — Cry the redeemed above, " Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love ! " 5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, "Who died our souls to save ! Henceforth, Death ! where is thy sting? Thy victory, Grave ! " *5a Psalm 122. H. F. LYTE. With joy we hail the sacred day Which God hath called his own; With joy the summons we obey To worship at his throne. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! Where willing votaries throng To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, And pour the choral song. THE LORD'S DAY. 13 CHUECH. £#a CM. r 1 - F=*= F^=±= r-| 1 ! ^*^= T. P. HOLBROOK. -0 d ^ ft'" * j 1. My soul, how love - ly is the 2/ place, -(9 1 L — ^ — 1 To 1 * — r » * * which thy '* — * God re - hJ . ^ ' sorts! /TV r^ 1 Bl-^5 3 ' <^ !• 00 m r # & g r^ ^ Pb*4 - L -* -• -U — — K4£_=i — ^ — i & 1 1 | L — # — 1 r 1 ' ' 1 w^^^^m^w^m 'Tis heaven to see his smil - ing face, Though in his ±f- earth - ly courts. W D /W>« 84. I. WATTS. My soul, how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts ! J Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays ; And light breaks in upon our eyes, "With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place; "While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. PETERBORO'. CM. I t "* • Psalm 25 : 14. c. WBSLKY, alt. Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal, While here on earth I rove; Speak to my heart, and let me feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, I forget All time and toil and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Thou callest me to seek thv face; Thy face, God, I seek,— Attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak. 4 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. R. HARRISON. f * I 1 1 1 Jt*4 1 — * m -£ h ~P 4 *! — & J 1 ! F 1 -^— ^ — ^ & & -& — 9 — <5> -»-H 1. Once ■ i * * more, my soul, the §000 ris f3 - ing day & Sa 1 - lutes thy wak - ing eyes; ^2. ?*Z > * -f" — & — • 1 b? -& 1 1 i 1 14 THE LORD'S DAY. ST. THO BIAS. S. M. — 1 — H r+ j-j|J ~U HANDEL -& *— d- A. WILLIAMS 1 r-J i COLL. 1 _ 1. How — «i — & — charm - ing -? — r— — \ — 1 — *—0—\-^ the place £? — £ .., 1 Where A * * h«^ # — f- my Ee - r a — » U t" F^zf i i deem - er, God, 1 s ^ 1 1 t =F^:-Ep— : - 1 H 1 L h=J w O TJk Sanchtary. s. stennett. How charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God, Unvails the beauty of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2 Not the fair palaces, To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court. 3 Here on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit And smile on all around. 4 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my G od. & «/ Psalm 63. I. watts. My God ! permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travelers, in desert lands, Can pant for water more. 3 For life, without thy love, No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, — To serve and please the Lord. 4 In wakeful hours at night, I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. 5 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies; And, on thy watchful providence, My cheerful hope relies. 6 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; 1 follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. <*if Psalm 84. t. WA- Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise I Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes 1 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here may we sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Within the tents of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. THE LORD'S DAY, 15 GLORY. S.M. J. fe^^^fej J: RALPH HARRISON. I "»-»■ * f — ~+ 1. Come, we who love the Lord, And lot «ur joys be known; Join p— l -^- i -0 u i=± & — *g- - ^-#-g?- 1. 1 love thy kingdom, lord, The house of thine a- bode, The Chnrch our bkt Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. zs: t-i-OL m%- B-0-& m /CE is T. DWIGHT. OO Psalm 137. 1 love thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy Church, God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thine hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. THE LORD'S DAY. It WARWICK. CM. S. STANLEY. rv r 43t i : s 1. Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice as- cend-ing high; To thee will I di - rect my prayer, To thee lift 1 dO Psalm 5. I. watts. 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 has gone To plead for all his saints, HYMN. CM. gJs--^ *~« 3 £ I J 1 1 lir — ~-^-R+^ II | Z Presenting, at his Father's throne, Our songs and our complaints, 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face. MODERN HARP. ■N- 1. Come, thou Desire of all thy saints ! Our humble strains at - tend, Whilewith our praises zr^zfesr S=« f^- 1 — r O I "Come, Lord!" a. st»ele. Come, thou Desire of all thy saints ! Our humble strains attend, "While with our praises and complaints, Low at thy feet we bend. 2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise ! How should our souls, on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies ! 3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise In us the heavenly flame; Then shall our lips resound thy praise, Our hearts adore thy name. Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine, And fill thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine A heaven on earth appear. 5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, Come, great Redeemer ! come, And bring the bright, the glorious day, That calls thy children home. 18 THE LORD'S DAY. HOLLAND. L,M. W. B. BRADBURY, 1. How pleasant, how di - vinely fair, O Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are ! With long desire my ^ h^^i ±=t *5P i # — « — #— «- «— « s s s + i i --«- «— * "ST m spir - it faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. £ gn -&z -|2— , ; F : ■#— #— #- r 3 ?c F 1 — r fWP k?- a /Ww i 38 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God 1 my King ! why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee ? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. ** V Psalm 84. 1. watts. Great God 1 attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs ; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, God of grace ! Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all the assaults of hell and sin, From foes without, and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory, too; He gives us all tiling , and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, Display thy grace, exert thy power, Till all on earth thy name adore I ^t" Morning Hymn. j. chandler, tr. Christ ! with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts be borne; And may we ever clearly see Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee I 2 All hallowed be our walk this day; May meekness form our early ray, And faithful love our noontide light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 3 May grace each idle thought control, And sanctify our wayward soul; May guile depart, and malice cease, And all within be joy and peace. 4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless; Make plain the way of holiness: From sudden falls our feet defend, And cheer at last our journey's end. THE LORD'S DAY. 19 MELCOMBE. L M. SAMUEL WEBBE. 1. Bless, my soul! the soul I the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ;Let all the powers, within me.join In work and worship so divine. i i ' 'i ri r ■ • y | i r * \ i i i < j ^A /W;« 103. i. watts. Bless, O my soul ! the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers, within me, join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, my soul ! the God of grace; His favors claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot ? 3 'Tis he, my soul ! who sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done : He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; MIGDOL. ■A L. M, The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. ±9 ^^ Psalm 135. 1. watts. Praise ye the Lord; exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints, that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy 3 Bless ye the Lord who taste his love, People and priests exalt his name; Among his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. LOWELL MASON. IV fr N I N-v-A- light, And talk of thy truth at night. at: £$** Psalm 92. I. watts. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal care shall seize my breast; 3 Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels ! how divine I 4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. THE LORD'S DAY, ANVERN. L. M. =£=£z£3fc 3tZ=M if if 3r^-i-^ ;=£ LOWELL MASON, W. ■*=$=£ 1. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a no - bier rest a - bove ; ' ' -0- +- 4- £• -0 0- ^4 4 — fc- V— V- X=X V V I . h- »-— j— 0- v v if if a To that our v—v- i *jLh ^ h h h 3=* JMv £ -J^N Mis -i— *■ *=*=* Tt=±=± '-?- longing souls as - pire, With cheerful hope and strong desire, With cheerful hope and strong desire J ■* *■ £ - ~~ ♦ *> . * *■ * *^Zf- P* ■&*- r ?—*—0- f * ■ • '• * V V • V P. DODDRIDGE. JLJL "A nobler Rest." Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 long-expected day, begin ! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. Invocation. I. watts. gracious Lord, descend and dwell, 45 Come, By faith and love, in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be expressed. 4ft *" Morning. j. hutton. My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of thy returning day; My thoughts, God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 2 Oh, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire — One sinful thought through all the day. 3 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. ^ • "Return, my soul/" J. STENNETT. Another six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun; Return, my soul ! enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Make our enlarged souls possess, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, And learn the height, and breadth, and length Which for the church of God remains — Of thine eternal love and grace. The end of cares, the end of pains. 3 Now to the God whose power can do 4 In holy duties, let the day, More than our thoughts and wishes know, In holy pleasures, pass away ; Be everlasting honors done, How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, By all the Church, through Christ his Son. In hope of one that ne'er shall end. THE LORD'S DAY. 21 LOWEY (or HILLSDALE). L. M N ,N r\ js N ^ I V k |S 1 p»> jt ? t~~T — fcr- 1 ml -#— — P h -t — d — -*-=- S # # k^-M ^ J-J- Shake off 9 dull sloth, and joy - ful -1-5- rise y To s pay ft — #— -V — thy •0- morn - ing _s — j — ^ — L-^_f — g — 1 sac - ri - fice. p#— ; 1 ^Vr 8 — g) • — y -y— V »» v^^ 1 T. KEN. 4o Morning. Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing Iligh praises to the eternal King, 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me when I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew: Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 1Q ^ ** Psalm 65. H. F. LYTE. Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates; All flesh shall to thy throne repair, And find, through Christ, salvation there. 2 How blest thy saints ! how safely led ! How surely kept ! how richly fed ! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in thee ! 3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills ! Evening and morning hymn thy praise, And earth thy bounty wide displays. 4 The year is with thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her king. 5 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; Oh, let thy love our spring-tide be, And make us all bear fruit to thee. LOWELL MASON aYY. mm 1. An- other siidavs' workis done. Another Sabbath is be^un; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blest. 1 lift** I I ' I ' 22 THE LORD'S DAY. Otl 7 s. Redeeming Love. g. burder. Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, When the saints together meet ; When the Saviour is the theme, When they join to sing of him. 2 Sing we then eternal love, Such as did the Father move : He beheld the world undone, Loved the world, and gave his Son. 3 Sing the Son's amazing love : How he left the realms above, Took our nature and our place, Lived and died to save our race. 4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love : With our wretched hearts he strove, Took the things of Christ, and showed How to reach his blest abode. 5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, Where the saints in glory meet j Where the Saviour 's still the theme, Where they see, and sing of him. A. STEELE. 01 c . M. The Mercy-Seat. Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat My soul for shelter flies : 'T is here I find a safe retreat When storms and tempests rise. 2 My cheerful hope can never die, If thou, my God, art near j Thy grace can raise my comforts high, And banish every fear. 3 My great Protector, and my Lord ! Thy constant aid impart ; Oh ! let thy kind, thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart. 4 Oh ! never let my soul remove From this divine retreat ; Still let me trust thy power and love, And dwell beneath thy feet. W. COWPER. ^^ cm. Retirement. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far • From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, , With prayer and praise agree j And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee. 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She then communes with God. 4 Author and Guardian of my life ! Sweet Source of light divine, And — all harmonious names in one — My Saviour ! — thou art mine ! 5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love — A boundless, endless store — Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more. L. BARBAULD. Od c . M . Public Worship. When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his God, What rites, what honors shall he pay ? How spread his praise abroad ? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires Shall clouds of incense rise ? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly sacrifice % 3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord Thy offerings well may spare j But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Thy God will hear thy prayer. H. AUBER. Wa s. M. Psalm 92. Sweet is the work, Lord, Thy glorious name to sing ; To praise and pray — to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet — at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell ; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, — on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. THE LORD'S DAY, T. RAFFLES. OO L . m. Hour of Prayer. Blest hour \ when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour ! when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour ! when God himself draws nigh, TV r ell pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4 Blest hour ! for where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given ; And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of Heaven ! OU L. M. M Gate of Heaven." T. kelly. How sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord ! Dear Saviour ! on thy people smile, And come, according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee : Ah, Lord ! behold us at thy feet ; Let this the " gate of heaven " be. 3 " Chief of ten thousand ! " now appear, That we by faith may see thy face : Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill this place. " ■ 8s, 7s, 4s. w We draw near." T. kelly. In thy name, O Lord, assembling, We, thy people, now draw near j Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let thy servants hear; Hear with meekness — near thy word with godly fear. 2 "While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee ; Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be, Till thy glory "Without cloud in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore ; Tasting of enjoyment greater Than they could conceive before ; Full enjoyment, Full and pure for evermore. 23 *J KJ L. m. Invocation. I. watts. Far from my thoughts, vain world, be- gone! Let my religious hours alone : Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see : 1 wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour ! what delicious fare, How sweet thine entertainments are I Never did angels taste, above, Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine : Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One That eyes have seen, or angels known ! ***y l. m. M Two or Three." s. stennett. "Where two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer and praise ; — 2 There will the gracious Saviour be, To bless the little company; There, to unvail his smiling face, And bid his glories fill the place. 3 "We meet at thy command, O Lord ! Relying on thy faithful word f Now send the Spirit from above, And fill our hearts with heavenly love. E. TAYLOR. P" s. m. Invitation. Come to the house of prayer, thou afflicted, come ; The God of peace shall meet thee there — He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now ; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love ; Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow j your voices raise ; Let not your hearts his praise disown "Who gives the power to praise. 24 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. DALLAS. 7s. FROM M. L. CHERUBTNI. m 3=1 * a ^— f— v A. ■& — ## — *-& — ■ m 1. Come, my soul, thy suit pre - pare, Je - sus loves to an - swer prayer E -0-0- &- &- P +—*—*- r f 1 ! I 2=?=r *— 0- He him - self has bid ¥=* SI 4-i thee pray, There-fore will not say thee nay. S ^# i 5=f i2- O-L ^4 Prayer in Need. J. newton. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer ; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 2 With my burden I begin: — Lord ! remove this load of sin; Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest; Take possession of my breast: DIJON. 7s. There, thy blood-bought right maintain, And, without a rival, reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 5 Show me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die thy people's death. GERMAN EVENING HYMN. -•■ -0-0-0-0- <1 1. Lord! I can-not let thee go, mi -&-*r*r 4-jg- 3-+ 0^4 -0 Till a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. •K9-' -0- -0—tL -6--0- *~0 cr &-- * 0-* -r&- -&-'•&- -0-0- *, -0- &- -&--~0-\0-0 S2_ 0-0-0 -*—*- r&- v>-*-0-0 ^-^-# isi t>d The Guiding Star. w. c. d As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold, As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright ; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to thee. 2 As with joyful steps they sped, Saviour, to thy manger bed, There to bend the knee before Thee whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At thy cradle rude and bare, So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to thee our heavenly King. 4 Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide. HEEOLD. 7s. .! - • ^r^h i — [ — -I"*-! A J. F. HEROLD. —mfi — r~ fe-ft- A * — *-^0 * - P* i_* — ±_ — *__ 1. They who seek the throne of grace L-* — Find 1 — * — '-*-* 1 f + ' that throne in *• 0) cv 1 p— 0— — * ^ — i - ery place ; C ■ 5ST . 9^?*=— * * -&- y f — f— -^=2=1 H 4 - L 1— 1 jjy i r live life of prayer, God is pres - ent ev - ery - where. W -m-0 O. HOLDEN. v)i God everywhere. They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickne^ and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the foes of life prevail, 'Tis the time for earnest prayer; God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer: God is present everywhere. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. WOODSTOCK. CM. — 2?" 1. I *d# 9% ¥=t love to steal t while a - way -Jt=£t r: P From ev - ery cum - bering care, ^~r. sj -& # z 31 3 33 P$ And spend the hours of set - ting -ff- #-' *- 42- ^2. ^L« *. day ^2. 2? T^- 7^ In hum - ble, grate - ful prayer. — a &— ^2_ ££ ^?- =R=t P s: -& ¥ -&- OO Retirement. P. H. bro 1 love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my streugth renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as t!iis And lead t "> lpressive hour, idlcss day. SOTJTHPORT. CM. ■4- GEORGE KIMGSLEV. Ate mmmmmm 1. Hail, tranquil hour of closing- day ! Begone, disturbing care ! And look, my so; '.from earth away, To him who heareth prayer. A^ 2 ^ 2 - Sfe ■#■!■» *r^F 010—CI-&.- 0^0 -&■ *-OL OO "Tranquil hour." l. bacon. Hail, tranquil hour of closing day ! Begone, disturbing care 1 And look, my soul, from earth away, To him who heareth prayer. 2 How sweet the tear of penitence, Before his throne of grace, While, to the contrite spirit's sense, He shows his smiling face. 3 How sweet, thro' long remembered years, His mercies to recall; And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and To trust his love for all. [fears, 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up To his fair home on high. 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven To dawn beyond the west; So let my soul, in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 2t BYEHELD, THOS. HASTINGS. L4- ir zg±M5 B Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Ut-tered or un -expressed; -i&- -0-' -0-0-0-0-0- •&- T-T^ "^-.-£2- -&-&•-&• The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. U I What prayer is. j. Montgomery. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air: His watchword at the gates of death — He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry — "Behold he prays!" 6 thou, by whom we come to God — The Life, the Truth, the Way; The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord ! teach us how to pray. "^ (i The sacred fire." b. beddome. Prayer is the breath of God in man, Returning whence it came; Love is the sacred fire within, And prayer the rising flame. 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, And soothes the troubled breast; Yiek!3 comfort to the mourning soul, And to the weary rest. 3 When God inclines the heart to pray, He hath an ear to hear; -To him there's music in a sigh, And beauty in a tear. 4 The humble suppliant cannot fail To have his wants supplied, Since He for sinners intercedes, Who once for sinners died. COLCHESTER. C. M. H. PURCELL. I 1. Prayer is the breath of God in man, Re - turn - ing whence it came; •-*-& F ffl £ Jh\ $ ~d -1-+- T — r ■# -v T 4 — * M 1 ■4— ti Love J J J ? * is the sa "0 — — ■ cred fire with in, 1 — 1 1 And 1 hrf- h^ * 1 r prayer the rf^rn ■Jdb3=l ris - ing i -*H — i — lame. -«> — n ^fl-f- L M«- I —w— 1 -*9 1 -4— 1 — !»J_ -1 s ^- r - 1 •— 1 ^_ 28 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. RETREAT. L, M. THOS. HASTINGS. &4MU p^iSi^^ggi 1. From erery stormy wind that blows, Fromerery swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sore retreat;' lis found beneath the mercy-seat. ^-,«- frm3 £ " ** The mercy-seat. h. stowell. From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, — A place 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; STOWELL. L.M. Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And sense and sin molest no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This throbbing heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat. SOLON WILDER. frtRF3 SOLO. — SOPRAXO. #-#- 5¥ ^ £e 0'-*- L* ' 1 -(*- 1. From every stormy wind that blows, From ev - ery swell - ing tidj of woes, Chorus. *•-*-■ *~ iPP 1. From every stormy wind that blows, From ev - ery swell - ing tide of woes, ^ ..e.tr.P-MJi pi^lpll^p £ # 0-T& '*¥ a: W=T m * -* -*- *^~* 0* * •^ 0?- There is. a calm, a sure re-treat ; 'T is found be - neath the mer - cy - m sure re-treat; 'Tis found be - ncath the mer- cy - seat. h , ^ > « m *2 m-r-/? — 0-r&± THE HOUSE OF PRAYER, 29 LANGTON. S.M. C. STREETFIELD, C.rr. * -WW* ** -9-9-W C ^\ 1. Jesus, who knows full well The heart of every saint, Inrites us all our grief to tell. To pray and never faint. 70 Importu7iity. J. HKWTOH. Jesus, who knows full well The heart of every saint, Invites us all our grief to tell, To pray and never faint. 2 He bows his gracious ear, — "We never plead in vain ; Then let us wait till he appear, And pray, and pray again. SHIRLAND. S. M, 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear His chosen when they cry; Yes, though he may a while forbear, He'll help them from on high. 4 Then let us earnest cry, And never faint in prayer; He sees, he hears, and, from on high, Will make our cause bis care. mmm i. Our heavenly Father calls. And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet. And our communion dear. m^ JTZ &± r ± j4 S L fL JL XL A. JL £.- JL jtjL J £*. -*— ►Jk ia:?^ \ 1 1 I r . I 1 i JL " God pities.'" p. doddridge. Our heavenly Father calls. And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs: He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls, And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are ! "What various stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, And purchased with his blood ! 4 Jesus, our living Head, We bless thy faithful care; Our Advocate before the throne, And our Forerunner there. 5 Here fix, my roving heart ! Here wait, my warmest love ! Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above. 1 — r 72 J. XEWTOX. M The throne oj grace." Behold the throne of grace ! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God An all-prevailing plea. 3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold: Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold ? 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above. 5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine: Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. 30 THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. SWEET HOUB. L. M, D. W. B. BRADBURY. 2d. /r* Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That callsme from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and (Omit) J wish-es known: c— And oft es-caped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet (Omit) hour of prayer. In sea - sons of dis - tress and grief, My soul has oft - en found re - lief, P m pm 1 — -v i & "Sweet hour." w. w. walford. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and wishes known: In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer ! LINW00D, L. M, 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To him, whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting sod to bless: And, since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I '11 cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer ! fee 4^-M^ GIOACCHIMO ROSSINI. i *^+ £j«§S3 4- Sl -i—-K Si - And ev - ery place is hal - lowed ground. -&- W. COWPER. I i The mercy-seat. Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer, To strengthen faith and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. 31 jP*^ | OBERLIN, L. M. 1 1 1: thos. Hastings, arr. -ft fe * -o: 9—r S ■0 — r- -#■■■#■ -*~* 1. Where high the heavenl/ tern - pie stands, The house of God not made with hands, WM &: ^m. a. A great High Priest our na - ture wears, — The Guardian of man - kind ap-pears. is&E* m % i tdU- flj » -P-P^ • v " The evil hour." m. bruce. Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, — . The Guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, his agonies, and cries. 4 In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of Sorrows had a part; He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. 5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known; And ask the aid of heavenly power, To help us in the evil hour. 9ft • " "What thou will.'" j. newton. And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?" Lord, I would seize the golden hour: 1 pray to be released from guilt, And freed from sin and Satan's power. 2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; More of thine image let me bear : Erect thy throne within my heart, And reign without a rival there. 3 Give me to read my pardon sealed, And from thy joy to draw my strength: Oh, be thy boundless love revealed In all its height and breadth and length. 4 Grant these requests — I ask no more, But to thy care the rest resign : Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, All shall be well, if thou art mine. • • Prayers hindered. w. cowper. What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy-seat ! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there ? 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- draw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Have you no words ? ah ! think again ; Words flow apace when you complain, And fill a fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would oftener be, " Hear what the Lord hath done for me 1 " THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. OLD HXnSTDlED. L. M, , 1 i GUILLAUME FRANC. 1 1 1 I 1 1 ^ ^^=XZ —\ — r 1 i j i i J * « « J 1 *i j j i d j * *\ 1 d m 4 1 \y\) 4 * • * ' Tj * f f * * * 1 \f S € # 1. Be - fore Je ., m m - ho - 4 ■*■ * v vah's aw - ful throne, Ye 1. * 1 na -tions ! bow with sa - cred joy : e f f r £ *■ ? V$4r-5- -<• y— — %~ -f g g P- 4 ' p f ' C -'LI ^-Ur- -x- — e- — -# r ■ — L .j — , — p_p_ H« | 1 i 1 ^ 1 i r i ■ i r i ^pgj] lone: -*— r *-? Know that the Lord is ■ft- *- *- +- m 1 God LJ He can ere - ate, and he de - stroy. „ I . a £ A. iVT t— rr-i 1 f- • O /W;« 100. 1. watts. Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations ! bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone : He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care, — Our souls, and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker ! to thy name ? 4 We'll 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. 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity, thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. #-* r 3 Oh, enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why ? the Lord our God is His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, good, W. KETHE. i *J Psalm 100. All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. 2 Know that the Lord is God indeed-; Without our aid he did us make : We are his flock, he cloth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take. And shall from age to age endure. ^" Doxology. T. KEN. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ^ A Doxology. 1. watts. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. OrW Psalm 117. 1. watts. 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. THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE, WARE. L. M. GEO. KINGSLEY. Jt » v=x & -Gh & m i ■»■ -& §>#i 1. Now to the Lord a no - ble song ! 1 , V <5> * — 0- A - wake, my soul p^m a a - wake my tongue ?C Sfe -J 1- E3 2^ -&- ^m t=t -&- -T r • * Ho - san - na to th' e - ter - nal name, And all his boundless love K ■0- -0- -0- H0 0- i I I I jSL pro - claim 2 I fC OO God' s grace. I. watts. Now to the Lord a noble song ! Awake, my soul ! awake, my tongue ! Hosanna to the eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, — The brightest image of his grace ! God, in the person of his Son, Hath all his mightiest works outdone. 3 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme: My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound: Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground. 4 Oh, may I reach that happy place, Where he unvails his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold. O^t Psalm 36. I. watts. High in the heavens, eternal God ! Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That vails and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep: Wise are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 My God, how excellent thy grace ! Whence all our hope and comfort springs; The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 4 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There, mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord: And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. ^^ "Te Deutn." t. cotterill, alt. Lord God of Hosts, by all adored I Thy name we praise with one accord; The earth and heavens are full of thee, Thy light, thy love, thy majesty. 2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name Angels and seraphim proclaim; Eternal praise to thee is given By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 3 The apostles join the glorious throng, The prophets aid to swell the song, The noble and triumphant host Of martyrs make of thee their boast. 4 The holy church in every place Throughout the world exalts thy praise ; Both heaven and earth do worship thee, Thou Father of eternity ! 5 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor thee; Thy name we worship and adore, World without end for evermore. 34 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. GILEAD. L. M. ETIENNE HENRI MEHUL. mmmm ~~a. : =z? tefeJ ^ m Now rvhile the flesh is mine a - bode, And when my soul — I — J — J— r a • * , g — ff , n B »- F * -G>- as-cends to God 1 — i — r ZSL £E3 * m OU Psalm 146. 1. watts. Praise ye the Lord : my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine ; Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : he made the sky, A nd earth, and seas, with all their train ; And none shall find his promise vain. 4 His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell ; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praise him in everlastiug strains. O • Psalm 147. 1. watts. Praise ye the Lord ! — 't is good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise ; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He formed the stars-those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, — A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite : He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 But saints are lovely in his sight ; He views his children with delight ; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Psalm 29. 88 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, Give to the Lord renown and power ; Ascribe due honors to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud, O'er all the ocean and the land; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood; The Thunderer reigns for ever King; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 4 In gentler language, there the Lord The counsels of his grace imparts: Amid the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 35 Ot7 l.m. Psalm 145. i.wa- My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days: Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine: Let Zion in her courts proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds: Vast and unsearchable thy ways; Vast and immortal be thy praise. NEWCOURT, L. P. M. mmm 1. I'll praise my Mak - er with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, •49- I J - JT hi 1 1 N ! 1 i~^ r" ^±tf bier pow'rs : My days of praise shall ne'er bo past ■&- ea m vv Psalm 146. 1. watts. I'll praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; — he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor ; And none shall find his promise vain. 3 lie loves his saints — he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, Zion ! ever reigns; Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage: Praise him in everlasting strains. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. Or immortality endures. 36 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. MERTON. CM. mmmmmmm^ 1. The Lord of glory is my light, And my sal -ra-tion too; God is my strength, -nor will I fear What all my foes can do. -#£%g • V • • / i V A Psalm 27. 1. WAT] The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too; God is my strength, — nor will I fear "What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires, — Oh, grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, — The temples of my God. 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, There may his children hide; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around; And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. HENKY. CM. nu \ ! J S. B. POND. J^ i 1 Z--2- J J — J- -J-i — f-d 1 — _ — O \y & * x » 1 1. Praise .waits in Zi on, Lord ! ^T^— ^ P f— V%-^-- is— f-^— for 1 thee; There shall our « • m ♦ vows be phi 1 paid; J 2 Y J r— \— 1 1 Li — y — i — -i — r- & -J 1 k-n ^=P 4—1 J. jN I ±*o£ £^E5e£ "#-*- < g * «^3* -# — #- ZE Thou hast when sin - ners pray ; All flesh §±=£ shall seek thine aid. ww Psalm 65. 1. watts. Praise waits in Zion, Lord ! for thee; There shall our vows be paid; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray; All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord ! our guilt and fears prevail, But pardoning grace is thine; And thou wilt grant us power and skill, To conquer every sin. 3 Blest are the men, whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face; Give them a dwelling in thy house, To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answering what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine; And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfill thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just; The distant isles shall fly to thee, And make thy name their trust. THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE, 37 SILVER STREET, it ? *\ — i — i- S. M. 1 1— : ^= bf-: T 9 -t- i. SMITH. H — 1 TO--2- ! * * — ;/ * — * — *-^ 1. Come, sound his -f e e 1 & — praise a - A — *m broad, 1- 7-*— [ And -& ^ I 1 iymns of glo - - ry sing: K 2 p U — yst . 1 T i L^_! 1 I Jfcjr d i i i ! 1 ■3f :r Je - ho - vah 'reign God, ^1 J. The u - ni - ver - sal King. II 3 ■^=r -t^. *7 W Psalm 95. I. WA" Come, sound bis praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing: Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord: We are his 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 our gracious God. t/T Psalm 81. H. F. LYTE. Sing to the Lord, our Might, With holy fervor sing; Let hearts and instruments unite To praise our heavenly King. 2 The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to heaven. 3 We still, like them of old, Are in the wilderness; And God is still as near his fold, To pity and to bless. 4 Then let us open wide Our hearts for him to fill; And he, that Israel then supplied, Will help his Israel still. BARBER. S n ft it . M. | K — ^n — r^ — 1 f\— i " JOHANN C. W. A. _ f> — r^_ n- 1 -\ m ! 1 .... 0. — * — MOZART. 1. Sing to 1 — 1 — 1 — — * — 9— the Lord, N — • w— • our 1 — 1 — — 1 -#■ • -#■ Might, 1 *---* 1 L-0 With ho ~0 1 1 — # # ' 1 - ly fer - vor n —0 — * —0— ~\ 1 — 1 L # . — ■ sing; ^1 9-ftf g b : f= -y #— —P- -r— | P= -f « F-H r— 1 tf • \/ l_J m S-* — *-■- £ l hearts and in - stru - ments u - nite l- 1 H 4 * * 4 V^ To praise our heavenly King. m 38 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 1. Holy, holy, ho - ly, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; M*4* mmm ^=^£ JL<2 SZ2I *-^ mm -;-t. S I I £ • - ^— *— # Holy, holy, ho - ly mer-ci- ful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trini - ty ! I ! — # ! I fl -«- n*. 1 ^— # S& LEONI. 6,8,4s RABBI LEONI, am 1. The God of Abrahm praise, Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, And Godof love: 2_n_ A IP »-±- L=t=: is *f* . , I ■ I • I w * ill' 9 : ^E Jehovah, great I AM, By earth and heaven confessed; I bowand bless the sacred name, For ever blest. * i ' trr*: - J > »»4 ,. . . ..„r« .,i'J j> #^> nn ^— * ?-r-»- T. OLIVERS. T 95 "/A The God of Abraham praise, "Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love ! Jehovah ! great IAM! By earth and heaven confessed; 1 bow and bless the sacred name, For ever blest ! 2 The God of Abraham praise ! At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand : PPPpi I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power, And him my only portion make, My shield and tower. 3 The God of Abraham praise ! Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days In all my ways: He calls a worm his friend ! He calls himself my God ! And he shall save me to the end Through Jesus' blood ! THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 39 R. HEBER. vv P.M. The triune God. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early hi the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, Cas-ting down their golden crowns 4 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! around the glassy sea; All thy works shall praise thy name, in Cherubim and seraphim falling down be- earth and sky and sea; fore thee, Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty; Which wert and art and evermore shalt be. God in three persons, blessed Trinity I 3 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; Only thou art holy ; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. LYONS. 10s, lis. FRANCIS JOSEPH HAYDN. ^Sfe^ feSB H 1. Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his won -derful name; The namealkic-torious of Jcsusex-tol; d. s. His kingdom is glorious, he rales orer all. V * " Salvation to God." c. wesley. Ye servants of God, your Master pro- . claim, And publish abroad his wonderful name; The name all-victorious of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; And still he is nigh — his presence we have ; The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud and honor the Son; The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb. 4 Then let us adore and give him his right, All glory, and power, and wisdom and might; All honor and blessing, with angels above, Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 Oh, tell of his might and sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder- clouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 4 Frail ^children of dust, and feeble as frail, And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. In t hee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; no Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the VO " Worship the King." r. grant. en( J J Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and And gratefully sing his wonderful love; Friend. 40 THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. HAMLIN. 7s. D. J. DOWLAND. mmm is kind, For his mer - cies gods he is the God frd=£ the God Who by wis - dom did ere -ate Heaven's expanse and all its state: «7«7 if Ever faithful." J. milton. Let us with a joyful mind P-raise the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Let us sound his name abroad, For of gods he is the God Who by wisdom did create Heaven's expanse and all its state; — 2 Did the solid earth ordain How to rise above the main; Who, by his commanding might, Filled the new-made world with light: Caused the golden-tressed sun All the day his course to run; And the moon to shine by night, 7 Mid her spangled sisters bright. 3 All his creatures God doth feed, His full hand supplies their need; Let us, therefore, warble forth His high majesty and worth. He his mansion hath on high, 7 Bove the reach of mortal eye; And his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. A"" Psalm 107. J. MONTGOMERY. Thank and praise Jehovah's name; For his mercies firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land, As the people of his choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 2 In the wilderness astray Hither, thither, while they roam, Hungry, fainting by the way, Far from refuge, shelter, home, — Then unto the Lord they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. 3 To a pleasant land he brings, Where the vine and olive grow, Where from flowery hills the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow. Oh, that men would praise the Lord For his goodness to their race; For the wonders of his word, And the riches of his grace. OITIDO. 7s, D. THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 41 lowf.ll mason, arr. pUH-Jk-OLU^^m^Em 1. God e - ter - nal, Lord of all ! Lowly at thy feet we fall: All the world doth worship thee; d «^-$r * • a ii mm 'MM ,+j- i i i — h i j—i ri Frl Ml i j N l We a - midst the t ^ e a * * 1 i — * 1 — rag would he. - * * s . • 4 9 • * All the ho - ly P I - P ' P an - gels cry, P P f 3 s j : * Elail, thrice-ho -ly, m m m a mk C f (r h 9 If • # r* i ' ^^ m — # — # — » * »- fill* -# # >s? 1 i ! 1 , j ^ — 1 *■"■* "TeDeum." j. e. millard, God eternal, Lord of all ! Lowly at thy feet we fall: All the world doth worship thee; We amidst the throng would be. All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice-holy, God most high! Lord of all the heavenly powers, Be the same loud anthem ours. 2 Glorified apostles raise, Night and day, continual praise ; Hast thou not a mission too For thy children here to do? With the prophets' goodly line We in mystic bond combine ; For thou hast to babes revealed Things that to the wise were sealed. 3 Martyrs, in a noble host, Of thy cross are heard to boast ; Since so bright the crown they wear, We with them thy cross would bear. All thy church, in heaven and earth, Jesus ! hail thy spotless birth; — Seated on the judgment-throne, Number us among thine own 1 A"'-*' u In Excehis." c. wes Glory be to God on high, — God, whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man forgiven, — Man, the well-beloved of heaven. Sovereign Father, Heavenly King I Thee we now presume to sing; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. 2 Hail, by all thy works adored ! Hail, the everlasting Lord ! Thee with thankful hearts we prove,- God of power, and God of love I Christ our Lord and God we own, — Christ the Father's only Son; Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man. 3 Jesus ! in thy name we pray, Take, oh, take our sins away I Powerful Advocate with God! Justify us by thy blood. Hear, for thou, Christ ! alone, Art with thy great Father one; One the Holy Ghost with thee: — One supreme eternal Three. G. SANDYS. 42 lUO 7Si p. " God on High." Thou who art enthroned above, Thou by whom we live and move ! Oh, how sweet, with joyful tongue, To resound thy praise in song ! ■ When the morning paints the skies, When the sparkling stars arise, All thy favors to rehearse, And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest, When devotion fills the breast, When we dwell within thy house, Hear thy word, and pay our vows ; Notes to heaven's high mansions raise, Fill its courts with joyful praise 5 With repeated hymns proclaim Great Jehovah's awful name. 3 From thy works our joys arise, O thou only good and wise ! Who thy wonders can declare ? How profound thy counsels are ! Warm our hearts with sacred fire ; Grateful fervors still inspire j All our powers, with all their might, Ever in thy praise unite. AUt 8s, 7s. "Praise to Thee." j. fawcett. Praise to thee, thou great Creator ! Praise to thee from every tongue ; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 Father ! source of all compassion ! Pure, unbounded grace is thine : Hail the God of our salvation, Praise him for his love divine ! 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high ! 4 Praise to God, the great Creator, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost j . Praise him, every living creature, Earth and heaven's united host. 5 Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise ; Then enraptured fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE, AvrO IIS . '"-Alleluia." anon. Oh, join ye the anthems of triumph that rise From the throne of the blest, from the hosts of the skies ; Alleluia, they sing in rapturous strains, Alleluia, the Lord God omnipotent7 reigns ! 2 He gave to the light its beneficent wings ; He controlleth the councils of senates and kings ; From his throne in the clouds the light- nings are hurled, And he ruleth the factions that rage through the world. 3 Rejoice, ye that love him ; his power cannot fail ; His omnipotent goodness shall surely prevail ; The triumph of evil will shortly be passed, The omnipotent King shall conquer at last. C. WESLEV lUb 7S) 6s. Psalm 150. Praise the Lord, who reigns above, And keeps his courts below ; Praise him for his boundless love, And all his greatness show ! Praise him for his noble deeds j Praise him for his matchless power Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heaven adore. 2 Publish, spread to all around, The great Immanuel's name j Let the gospel trumpet sound, The Prince of Peace proclaim ! Praise him, every tuneful string ; All the reach of heavenly art, All the power of music bring, The music of the heart. 3 Him, in whom they move and live, Let every creature sing ; Glory to our Saviour give, And homage to our King : Hallowed be his name beneath, As in heaven, on earth adored j Praise the Lord in every breath, Let all things praise the Lord. THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE. 43 107 Songs of praise the angels sang, Iloaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, "When he spake, and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when ho Captive led captivity. 2 Heaven and earth must pass away — Gongs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens and earth — Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom ccme ? No ; the Church delights to raise Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 3 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne upon their latest breath Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amid eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. 1AC J.vfO c. M. ll Hearts to Pray :" j. newton. Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair ; Again with joyful feet we come, To meet our Saviour here. 2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear ! Thy presence now display ; We bow within thy house of prayer ; Oh, give us hearts to pray ! 3 The clouds which vail thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove ; Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love. 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hopes to raise ; And pour thy blessing from above, To aid our feeble praise. 10Q XVftf l. M. Psalm 39. I. WATTS. Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high ; His robes are light and majesty ; His glory shines with beams so bright, No mortal can sustain the sight. 2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; • His justice guards his holy law; Yet love reveals a smiling face, And truth and promise seal the grace. 3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs ; His power is sovereign to fulfill The noblest counsels of his will. 4 And will this glorious Lord descend To be my Father and my Friend ¥ Then let my songs with angels join j Heaven is secure, if God be mine. A ■*■" L. m. " God is Here." j. wesley, ir. Lo, God is here ! — let us adore ! And own how dreadful is this place ! Let all within us feel his power, And, silent, bow before his face. 2 Lo, God is here ! — him day and night United choirs of angels sing : To him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring. 3 Lord God of hosts ! oh, may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill ! Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. A A J. c# M# " Light in thy Light." c. wesley. Eternal Sun of righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glory of thy face Upon my heart to shine. 2 Light, in thy light, oh, may I see, Thy grace and mercy prove, Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee The God of pardoning love. 3 Lift up thy countenance serene, And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Father reconciled. 4 On me thy promised peace bestow, The peace by Jesus given ; — The joys of holiness below, And then the joys of heaven. 44 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. HUESLEY. L, M, w. m. monk, arr. i a t=t * ^ 1 t—jt soul ! thou Pi ±± ■4 ' +> ■+ 1. Sun of my ^*: Sav, I i iour dear, '=?— «- ■43- not night if thou be near ; i fe-* ^- a ^ Oh, may no earth-born cloud a - rise ■^ # * « f^ r ^_ To hide thee from thy servant's eyes! ■F sc #T 1 3L _^__^_ A A m "Sun of my soul!" J. keble. Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought — how sweet to rest Tor ever on my Saviour's breast ! . EVENING HYMN. L. M. =n- i 3, Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take; Abide with me till in thy love I lose myself in heaven above. THOS. TALLIS. *■ ±=± ¥ t- 4 ■* ' T 1. Glo • ry to thee, my God, this night, For aU the blessings of PS - *— r the light : |3? £ f ^-^ Keep me, oh, keep me, ±± *■ m *—+ King of kings! -« =g ^ #- Be - neath thine own al might y ■wings. * r, • -J*. 3= C* A A O Evening song. T. ke Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings ! Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 1 — r— 1 — 1 — 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 judgmentnday. 4 Oh, let my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close! Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 45 OVERBERG. J. C. H. RINK. SS^SS 1. Great God ! to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise ; Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively prai *** mj*A mmmmmmm^m 114 Twilight. a. stee Great God ! to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise; Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And every gentle, rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and power. 3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus; his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God ! And kind acceptance at thy throne. n Benediction. J. NEWTON. The peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels, Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts I 2 And may the holy Three in One, The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down On every soul assembled here ! 3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HEBKON. L. M. LOWELL MASON. H spasms jJ_4-4 T1 M-4- r 4- 1. Thus far the Lord has led me on ; Thus far his p »wer prolongs my days ; Aud every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 1AO Evening. I. watts. Thus far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home, But he forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come 3 I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. • Dismissal. j. hart. Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! Help us to feed upon thy word; All that has been amiss, forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Though we are guilty, thou art good; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 46 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. BRADEN. S.M. B. BRADBURY. 1. The cwift declin-in j day, How fast fr moments fly! While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains oa tha western sky. A ^•■M — *- -^ — *4-»-> i ' _ g?-f» mgi immmmM^ ^r U> J P. DODDRIDGE. F AAO Evening. The swift declining day, How fast its moments fly ! While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains on the western sky. 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, And use the hours of light; And know, its Maker can command At once eternal night. 3 Give glory to the Lord, Who rules the whirling sphere; Submissive at his footstool bow, And seek salvation there. 4 Then shall new lustre break Through death's impending gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, In your celestial home. *Av "Abide with us." j. m. neale. The day, Lord, is spent; Abide with us, and rest; Our hearts' desires are fully bent On making thee our guest. 2 We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round thee stand, Whose sun can never set. 3 Our sun is sinking now, Our day is almost o'er; O Sun of Righteousness, do thou Shine on us evermore ! J.*wU " Still with thee." j. d. burns. Still, still with thee, my God*, I would desire to be: By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with thee. 2 With thee when dawn comes in, And calls me back to care, Each day returning to begin With thee my God in prayer. f=^f 3 With thee when day is done, And evening calms the mind; The setting, as the rising, sun With thee my heart would find. 4 With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding I would be; By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with thee. 191 A "• *- Doxology. I. w. To God the only wise, Who keeps us by his word, Be glory now and evermore, Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 2 Hosanna to the Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, And ever bless his name. 3 The grace of Christ our Lord, The Father's boundless love, The Spirit's blest communion, too, Be with us from above. J. BLEW. ±£<* The final rest. The day is past and gone, Great God, we bow to thee; Again, as shades of night steal on, Unto thy side we flee. 2 Oh, when shall that day come, Ne'er sinking in the west, That country and that happy home, Where none shall break our rest; — 3 Where all things shall be peace, And pleasure without end, And golden harps, that never cease, With joyous hymns shall blend ; — 4 Where we, preserved beneath The shelter of thy wing, For evermore thy praise shall breathe, And of thy mercy sing. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 47 EVENING. S. M. 1. The dav is past and gone. The erening shades appear; Oh. may we all re - member well TJe night of death draws near. -r**-0 *-+-r0-0 -0 r 0~r0 r^-r g || A W t> /fow*' Hymn. J. lzland. The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh, may we all remember well The night of death draws near! 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we here possessed. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And when we early rise, And view the unwearied sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, Oh, may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love! J-wT " Closing hour, ." s. t. fitch. Lord, at this closing hour, Establish every heart Upon thy word of truth and power, To keep us when we part. 2 Peace to our brethren give; Fill all our hearts with love; In faith and patience may we live, And seek our rest above. 3 Through changes, bright or drear, We would thy will pursue; And toil to spread thy kingdom here, Till we its glory view. 4 To God, the only wise, In every age adored, Let glory from the church arise Through Jesus Christ our Lord ! 19 i M.U19 Sabbath ended. j. ellerton. The day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; Yet pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all ! 2 Around thy throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to thee. 3 Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire ; But oh, the strains how full and clear Of that eternal choir ! 4 Yet, Lord ! to thy dear will If thou attune the heart, We in thine angels' music still May bear our lower part. 5 Shine thou within us, then, A day that knows no end, Till songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend. 1 U U At Dismission. Once more, before we part, Oh, bless the Saviour's name ! Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. 2 Lord, in thy grace we came, That blessing still impart; We met in Jesus' sacred name, In Jesus' name we part. 3 Still on thy holy word Help us to feed, and grow, Still to go on to know the Lord, And practice what we know. 4 Xow, Lord, before we part, Help us to bless thy name: Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. J. HART. 48 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. EVENTIDE. 10s. WM. H. MONK. 1. A-bide with me ! Fast fallsthe ev - en - tide, The darkness deepens— Lord, with me a - bide! _o«_5 1 i ? i — i — n i -•- id — F=i — r -r*=\ _j _; 1 (yd— <& — « — » — When oth- er i help - ers fail, and comforts flee, Help of 3 'f g p> the helpless, oh, a - bide with me ! 1 fy 0t— m—m- m -J* 9 — r p *t_ ! | \ ' — i — r- 1 L-t— m k k :_J U_ 1 Ir r E- =k=J i h- r ' rc 127 '.<4 &V& a///A *«. Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide, The darkness deepens — Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see; O thou, who changest not, abide with me 1 PAX DEI. 10s. 3 I need thy presence every passing hour, What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me ! 4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ! In life, in death, Lord, abide with me ! J. B. DYKES. 1. Saviour, a - gain to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; We rise to blesstheeere our worship cease, And now, de - parting, wait thy word of peace. :t=t -I-£0 "Go in peace." J. ELLERTON. Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, And now, departing, wait thy word of peace, 2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way; Witlrthee began, with thee shall end the day ; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy name. 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; Turn thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to thee. 4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife; Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict » cease, Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 49 HOLLEY. 7s. -Q-4>— « r "^r- r^ — p- H — a r— i r+i GEO. iEWS. k&t^rf£ -M—0 m 1- — ($* — *~TB 1" -j-^f -j-^: t |==| 1. Soft - ly^" now the ig g light of Lg 1 day Fades up - on my sight a - r a ^_ L ^ ' way; K^=^= 1 1 A 1 is? — a .^22 ... a ..... | Jpt pi Ljg, fZ_ -| 1 hi h -jS? i pi 1 ±3t Free from care, from la - bor BE zz: St free, £3 •-«- =f "#- Lord, I would com-mune with thee. ^2- -»$3- -«>. . _£L ■»- X I f=^ +^fi PF^F T 14w Evening. g. w. doane Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Is aught escapes without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity; Then from thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. SEYMOUR. 7s. 130 ■*-tP\J "Foretastes?' j. Montgomery. . For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given, Lord of earth and King of heaven ! 2 Cold our services have been, Mingled every prayer with sin: But thou canst and wilt forgive; By thy grace alone we live. 3 While this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead ; When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last. 4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above; While their steps thy children bend To the rest which knows no end. GREATOREX coll. i ;=g=fe=t)E^ I 4 -?sr 1. Soft - ly now the light of day f- * i f: f- h* t- ksi- Fades up — # 1 — my sight a - way; soa a BE J i J^ n i*=bfo i +—+ i Free from care, from la - bor free, J g , f f-.lu — f- M- Lord; i would com - mune with thee. *=£=£ £=r m 50 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. NIGHTFALL, lis, 5s. J. BARNBY. 22: -&- * . S ' m 1. Now God be with us, for the night is closing, The light and darkness are of his dis J. ! # — #- r — i^a Iir4t Wf- & — #-- i-#- T <^ ^=?C -P--P- P &=p2I Ff I s #=g: t=t -«- «- Tf— *" 3 5* :B-V4J : ?i ±=t -# ^~ £3 «T"t l pos-ing; And r neath his shadow here to rest we yield us, For he will shield us. jl^. Vol . ^* s 1 M#-i -^ i F ±t # _ !«_4-^ X O L " Lord everlasting." c. winkworth, /r. J-Ofl Evening confession, j. bowring. Now God be with us, for the night is closing, From the recesses of a lowly spirit, The light and darkness are of his disposing; Our humble prayer ascends; Father ! And 'neath his shadow here to rest we yield hear it, us ; Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness ! For he will shield us. Forgive its weakness ! 2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us, 2 We see thy hand; it leads us, it supports us! Till morning cometh, watch, Father ! We hear thy voice ;. it counsels and it courts o'er us * • In soul and body thou from harm defend us, ^nd then we turn away; and still thy kind- Thine angels send us. uess Forgives our blindness. 3 Let pious thoughts be ours when sleep Qh how , Q fferi Lord , but thou o'ertakesus; ° delis- h test Our earliest thoughts be thine when morn- To win wit | loye the wauderi thou in _ ing wakes us; vitest, All sick and mourners, we to thee commend By gmiIes rf ^^ nQt by flwn§ or terrors> Uem, -jy£ an ^ rom jjj s errors Do thou befriend them. 4 Father and Saviour ! plant within each 4 We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us, bosom But thee, O Father ! who thine own hast The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom made us ; In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, Keep us in life; forgive our sins; deliver And spring eternal. Us now and ever. . 5 Then place them in thine everlasting 5 Praise be to thee through Jesus our sal- gardens, vation, Where angels walk, and seraphs are the God, three in one, the Ruler of creation, wardens; High throned, o'er all thine eye of mercy Where every flower escaped through death's casting, dark portal, Lord everlasting ! Becomes immortal. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 51 LAST BEAM. P.M. T. V. WHISENTHAL. 1. Fading, still fading, the last beam is chining ; Father in heaven, the day is de - clining m '* , & -0 — #- r ^ S S=? Hil t=t ifZT J ! 0T * - i--^- ^ :*i*: ■0— €- fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime. 0-J-0-0— 0-0- r S>— r -& 0—0 -r< ^—f~p 2d verse. Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 1 QQ -■■"if "The Last Beam." huntington. 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 with the night: From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime! — Ref. 2 Father in heaven, oh, 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 morning returns. — Ref. 52 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. SEGUE. 8s, 7s, 4s AT^jr^gg J. P. HOLBROOK. 1. Guide »§* me, O thou great Jeho-vah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more - — s -+»^-»-»-#— h — j — HS^g -J±Vi t=t=d *— * C± pip=i=i=i: -0 — #- P. WILLIAMS. ldx Guidance. Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; 1 am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death 1 and hell's Destruction ! Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. OLIPHANT. 8s, 7s, 4s. - ^ ■ I V _ *'"' "Leadusf" j. edmeston. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee; Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be. 2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us; All our weakness thou dost know; Thou didst tread this earth before us; Thou didst feel its keenest woe; Lone and dreary, Faint and weary, Through the desert thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God, descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy; Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. lowell mason, arr. 1. Guide me. thou great Je - ho-vah, Pilgrim through this barren laud ; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy 4- -0- +-0- -0- I ■•-■•- *-#-•*- ■*- -0- -&■ r ; v^r I I n | I n i i I r i n r > i i \V _o . ,- ^ — ^4 — j =.-^-4- — U — s=*s — . — =» — ^ i — *», , i|l ! i ^« w i powerful hand : Bread of heav-en, Bread of hearen, Feed me till I want no more, Feed me till I want no more. „ f7 P+-+- -#- . | ft ^~* — •—^-rm — 9.* j !»T— — 0~I0 • m m \m m o \m j j 2rT*T*l 11 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. GREENVILLE. 8s, 7s, 4s, 53 J. J. ROUSSEAU. j | I *ff I 2d. D.C. 1. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing.Fill onr hearts with joy and peace; \ Let us each thy love pos - sess-ing, ) d. c. Oh, re -fresh us, Oh, re • fresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. ] Tri-umph in re -deeming (omit) \ >m f j* # , rr s grace; «F ■?—*- Idfj Dismissal. J. fawcett. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy aud peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; Oh, refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound, May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, May we, ready, Rise and reign in endless day. -i-O ■ "Keep us safe." T. kelly. God of our salvation ! hear us; Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Saviour ! keep us; Keep us safe from every foe. 2 As our steps are drawing nearer To our everlasting home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; STOCKWELL. 8s, 7s. And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. J-OO Benediction. J. newton. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above ! 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord; And possess in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. A O «/ Evening blessing. j. edmeston. Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and thou canst heaL 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow near us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watcheth where thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertakeus, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. D. E. JONES. I ^ K S J I s K S • _a_ I -A> J i . K IS. IS ~&~ T9 — 9~ Saviour, breathe an evening blessinsr. Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 54 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. ONE MORE DAT, P, M, i- B=S=S=E§ h^H- -r 1- ^P ^9=9=*** 1. One more day's work for Jesus, One less of life for me ! Butheav'nis nearer, And Christ is wmm dearer, Than yesterday, to me ; His love andlight Fill all my soulto-night. One more day's work for wet Jesus, -m- -■&=- I I I One more day's work for Jesus, One more day's work for Jesus, One less of life for me. I*=FP t=t JLjCV "One More Day." A. WARNER. Oxe more day's work for Jesus, One less of life for me ! But heaven is nearer, And Christ is dearer, Than yesterday, to me; His love and light Fill all my soul to-night. — Cho. 2 One more day's work for Jesus ! How sweet the work has been, To tell the story, To show the glory, Where Christ's flock enter in ! How it did shine In this poor heart of mine ! — Cho. EMMELAR. 6s, 5s. 1 — r 5 One more day's work for Jesus — Oh, yes, a weary day; But heaven shines clearer, And rest comes At each step of the way ; [nearer, And Christ in all — Before his face I fall. — Cho. 4 Oh, blessed work for Jesus I Oh, rest at Jesus' feet ! There toil seems pleasure, My wants are And pain for him is sweet.- [treasure, Lord, if I may, I'll serve another day ! — Cho. J. BARNBY. j^ 1 1 i - — rit ~i * » ' — 1=1==^ i i 1. Now the day is o - ver, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. S. BARING-GOULD. AtA Day is over. Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. 2 Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose; With thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. 3 Grant to little children Visions bright of thee; Steal across the sky. Guard the sailors tossing On the deep blue sea. 4 Through the long night-watches, May thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. 5 When the morning wakens, Then may I arise, Pure and fresh and sinless In thy holy eyes. CLOSE OP WORSHIP. 55 ST. MATTHIAS. L. M. 61. W. H. MONK. r- iii 1. Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go: Thy word in - to our minds in - still; m And make our luke - warm hearts to glow «* ~ t r L - - - With low - ly love and far - vent will. *=F* m t— f ^m 1 \ ^^3-- 4=^ Through Ufe's long day and death's dark night, £ i=efc f O t? i I gen- tie Je - sus Idi 32 H be -0-' I our light. Atc/6 " Ere we go." f. w. faber. Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go: Thy word iuto our minds instill: And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. — Ref. 2 The day is gone, its hours have run, And thou hast taken count of all — The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. — Ref. U+- l 3 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like thee. — Ref. 4 For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto thee we call; Oh, let thy mercy make us glad: Thou art our Jesus, and our all. — Ref. THE LORD'S PRATER 3 m & ill -i9- -&• 9-1 3= J(SL -*• 42- ■* 143 I — X fc= & ■&- t- t Matt. 6 : 9—13. i Our Father, who art in heaven, | hallowed | be thy | name; || thy kingdom come, thy will be done on | earth, as it | is in | heaven; 2 Give us this | day our | daily | bread; || and forgive us our trespasses, as we for- give I them that | trespass a- | gainst us. 3 And lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the | glory, for- | ever. A- | men. 56 DOXOLOGY. L. M. CLOSE OF WORSHIP. HYMN 144. <& 2- I 1 4 ±fce -jst i i r i i i i I i I i 9$& i I .1" ' I r i I l i I l Praise God, from whom all blessingsflow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise God, from whom all bless - ings flow, Praise him, all creatures here be - -low m==^ & — 0&0 = pg^ -£^ E S Praise him a - bove, Praise him a Praise him, all crea-tures here be- low ; Praise him above, Praise him a - bove, I J i i _ A J J ' i _ : tf— i ±±pz=^d ^ ^ rc^ *- T^- I ! I I ' bove, Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise him above, ye heaven - ly host ; Praise him a - bove, Praise him a - bove, Pg AUr a I I ■0 0- I i M E * £=^ 4=- #• #■ 4=- -i E — »- ^ ^ «? H^- <£■ ^ — —#- -#— #- 3£teg= - fif Praise Father, Son, and Ho - ly Praise him a - bove, ye heaven - ly host ; Praise Fa - - ther, Son, and Ho - ly m ?—0^0^ *=nt *—• r— -*• M 3* -4— tr4 is*— «>-#; ^IZPSTTg: »;** ^ ^ 1 ^— |— 1 Ghost,— Praise Fa - ther, Son, and Ho - ly Ghost,— Praise Father, Son, 1 ' I ! ! ^ M and Ho - ly Ghost. 3|^1 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 51 D0X0L0G?. Lit Concluded. chorus.— ad lib. .. . -Sr-4 m Hal-le - lu - iah, Hal-le - lu - jah, Hal-le - lu - jah, A - men, A -men, — Hal-le - lu - jah .-0- -0- -0- .-0- -0- -0- -0- -0- \ I : E v— \t » «— ^ E£3 y P Hal-le lu - jah, PP u *-fc %=T- A— A ±^7 -N— *r arot y B • p § TS- Hal-le - la - iah, Hal-le - lu - jah, Hal-le - lu - jah, Hal-le - In -jah, Hal-le - la - jah, Hal-le - -?— ?- 5=F ^ J m -N-fe M j J i frM J J i fl -*-i-0 0—+ ffe lu-jah, Hal-le - lu- jah, A - men, A-men, Hal-le - lu- jah, A-men, Hal-le - lu -jah. A-men. BREAD OP LIIE. 6s, 4s. WM. F. SHERWIN. Bi *^ p * 9 1, Break thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me, ■g- -0- •&• J2- -0—0- :— •- -# — * — 0- As thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea ; M. A. LATHBCRY. liO "Bj Galilee: Break thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me, As thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea; Beyond the sacred page I seek thee, Lord; My spirit pants for thee, living Word ! 2 Bless thou the truth, dear Lord, To me — to me — As thou didst bless the bread By Galilee; Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall; And I shall find my peace, My All-in-AU I 58 AiO s . M , The Lord 's Prayer, j. Montgomery Our Heavenly Father, heTir The prayer we offer now : — " Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow. 2 " Thy kingdom come ; thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfill Thy perfect law above. 3 " Our daily bread supply, While by thy word we live; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive, as we forgive. 4 " From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. 5 " Thine, then, for ever be Glory and power divine ; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine." CLOSE OF WORSHIP. C. WESLEY. A ** ( ?s . The Holy Spirit. Light of life, seraphic Fire, Love divine, thyself impart ; Every fainting soul inspire ; Enter every drooping heart ; — 2 Every mournful sinner cheer; Scatter all our guilty gloom ; Father! in thy grace appear, To thy human temples come. 3 Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ; Fill us with thy glorious power, Set us free from all our sin. 4 Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; Be thou all our heart's desire, All our joy, and all our peace. -i-^C3 8 Si 7s. Dismissal. r. ha Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing; Bid us now depart in peace ; Still on heavenly manna feeding, Let our faith and love increase. 2 Fill each breast with consolation ; Up to thee our hearts we raise ; When we reach our blissful station, Then we '11 give thee nobler praise. R. HAWKER. 149 ■*•*-«' I- M. Sabbath Eve. J. EDMESTOM. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 The time, how lovely and how still ! Peace shines and smiles on all below ; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow 3 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts tolove; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 4 Nor will our days of toil be long ; Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God. P. DODDRIDGE. iOU H . M. God's Word. The promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spcl Nor will the Eternal King His words of grace revoke ; They stand secure Not Zion's hill And steadfast still; Abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away When once the Judge appears, And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years ; The promise shines Through all the flame. But still the same, In radiant lines 3 Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, When thunders cleave the ground And dissipate the spheres Midst all the shock Of that dread scene, I stand serene, Thy word my rock. 1 ^1 *tf-» cm. '"''Hear and Know." I. watts. Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name ; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives ; Israel ! thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. CLOSE OF W ORG II IP. 1 W AeJ-w 7 s, Hymn at Parting. E. l. follen. Thou, from whom we never part, Thou, whose love is everywhere, Thou, who seest every heart, Listen to our evening prayer. 2 Father, fill our hearts with love, Love unfailing, full and free ; Love that no alarm can move, Love that ever rests on thee. 3 Heavenly Father ! through the night Keep us safe from every ill ; Cheerful as the morning light, Mav we wake to do thv will. 15 D 7S. Separation. J. NEWTON. D. C. COLESWORTHY. 1 DO 8s, 7s, 4S. "Hear us: While we lowly bow before thee. Wilt thou, gracious Saviour, hear ? We are poor and needy sinners, Full of doubt and full of fear ; Gracious Saviour, Make us humble and sincere. 2 Fill us with thy Holy Spirit j Sanctify us by thy grace j Oh, incline us more to love thee, And in dust our souls abase. Hear us, Saviour, And unvail thy glorious face. 3 None in vain did ever ask thee For the Spirit of thy love ; Hear us, then, dear Saviour, hear us ; Grant an answer from above ; Blessed Saviour, Hear and answer from above. *■ tl~X 8s, 7s, 4s. Invocation. J. pierpon- God Almighty and All-seeing ! Holy One, in whom we all Live, and move, and have our being, Hear us when on thee we call j Father, hear us, As before thy throne we fall. 2 Of all good art thou the Giver ; Weak and wandering ones are we ; Then for ever, yea, for ever, In thy presence would we be ; Oh, be near us, That we wander not from thee. For a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever present Friend. 2 Jesus ! hear our humble prayer, Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ! Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 3 Then if thou thy help afford, Joyful songs to thee shall rise, And our souls shall praise the Lord, Who regards our humble cries. -i-tlvf s. m. "Bless the Lord.'" j. Montgomery. Staxd up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With heart and soul and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify ? 3 Oh, for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our souls inspire, And wing to heaven our thought ! 4 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours : Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, With all our ransomed powers. 5 Stand up, and bless the Lord ; The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth, for evermore. J-O I 8s, 7s, 4S. "Lord, keep us." T. kelly. Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us ever : Vain our hope, if left by thee j We are thine ; oh, leave us never, Till thy glorious face we see j Then to praise thee Through a bright eternity. 2 Precious is thy word of promise, Precious to thy people here; Never take thy presence from us, Jesus, Saviour, still be near : Living, dying, May thy name our spirits cheer. 60 THE SCRIPTURES, UXBRIDGE. L. M. ssp^n^iip LOWELL MASON. Y -7&&-& 1. The hearens declare thy glory, Lord ! In every star thy wisdom shines ; But, when onr eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. Xt)o Psalm 19. 1. watts. The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 1 In every star thy wisdom shines; But, when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So, when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blessed, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of righteousness 1 arise; Bless the dark world with heavenly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renewed, and sins forgiven: Lord ! cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. ±0\j Inspiration. I. watts. 'T was by an order from the Lord The ancient prophets spoke his word ! His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirmed the messages they brought: The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who died for me. E. BEDDOME. 1 6l) The Gospel Word. God, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known: "Where love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, May taste his grace, and learn his name; May read, in characters of blood, The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 3 The prisoner here may break his chains; The weary rest from all his pains; The captive feel his bondage cease; The mourner find the way of peace. 4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies; Here shines the light which guides our way From earth to realms of endless day. 5 Oh, grant us grace, Almighty Lord, To read and mark thy holy word; Its truth with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. ADA Psalm 19. R. GRANT. The starry firmament on high, And all the glories of the sky, Yet shine not to thy praise, Lord, So brightly as thy written word. 2 The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine and precepts wise, In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to thee. 3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high The radiant chorus of the sky; — 4 But fixed for everlasting years, Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, When heaven and earth have passed away. THE SCRIPTURES. 61 V7ILLINGT0K L. M. GREATOREX COLL. 1. Now let my soul, e - ter_-^nal King, B igi^s To thoe its grate - ful trib - ute bring; J J -""' W ^— a!- r i^a My knee with hum - ble horn - age bow, My tongue per- form it - ; sol - emn vow. §te r «? — r & &J1 ? J-OrW " Nature sings." o. heginbotham. Now let my soul, eternal King, To thee its grateful tribute bring; My knee with humble homage bow, My tongue perform its solemn vow. 2 All nature sings thy boundless love, In worlds below and worlds above; But in thy blessed word I trace Diviner wonders of thy grace. OAPELLO. L. M. 3 Here Jesus bids my sorrows cease*, And gives my laboring conscience peace; Here lifts my gratefnl passions high, And points to mansions in the sky. 4 For love like this, oh, let my song, Through endless years, thy praise prolong; Let distant climes thy name adore, Till time and nature are no more. RUDOLF KREUTZER. Wi\\\-$\M \ ± f.'MJ'N \ -^ ##3 1. Up - on the G-os - pel's sa - cred page The gathered beams of a - ges shine ; -4 h — au- -^ j - * * -*- — w- f *_* g zizrzg: — # * ■ i & ^=«~ #- T # #- T - L #- ± # * W~* S ^ 1 -0 0— IJ And, as it hast - ens, ev - ery age But makes its brightness more di - vine. §i£E* *VU " And be glorified" j. bo wring. "Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine ; An J, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. 2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar : And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. :p * *-#- 3 ^y 3 More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its radiance shall o'erflow the world, — . 4 Flow to restore, but not destroy; As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps the lingering mist away. 62 THE SCRIPTURES. HAVEN. 0. M, THOS. HASTINGS. P * iS -&f 7SL G> n 1. Thou love-ly Source of true de - light, Whom I aftt 12: un - seen a - dore! £L «-*^- A Dtr Christ in tJie Word. a. Steele. Thou lovely Source of true delight, Whom I uuseen adore ! Uuvail thy beauties to my sight, That I may love thee more. 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines; — But in thy sacred word, I read, in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sin and sorrow rise, Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies. 4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene Is clouded o'er with pain ; My gloomy fears rise dark between, And I again complain. 5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light ! Oh, come with blissful ray ; Break radiant through the shades of night, And chase my fears away. KNOX. C. M. 6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of thy love: But the full glories of thy face Are only known above. *-W Psalm 119. J. FAWCETT How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. 2 O'er all the strait and narrow way Its radiant beams are cast; A light whose never weary ray Grows brightest at the last. 3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 4 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. TEMPLE MELODIES. precious is the book divine, By in spi-ra- (ion given, Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide onr souls to heaven. THE SCRIPTURES. 63 ELIZABETHT0W1T. CM. GEORGE KINGSLEY. 1. My soul lies cleaving to the dust ; Lord, give me life di - vine ; From vain desires and every lust, Turn off these eyes of mine. ■#--«- -0- eg|-: - a-i- <* ^^-# i II • v y> ADO Psalm ng. i. watts. My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust, Turn off these eyes of mine. 2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race Or turn my feet astray. 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, And thou a faithful God ? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road ? 4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face ? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace ! 5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord. lt>7 Dull of Heart. i. watts. Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord, And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown ; That merchant is divinely wise, Who makes the pearl his own. 3 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 4 Oh, may thy counsels, mighty God ! My roving feet command; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to thy right hand. mmmmm AOO Psalm 119. 1. watts. Oh, how I love thy holy law I 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 How doth thy word my heart engage 1 How well employ my tongue 1 And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yields me a heavenly song. 3 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast: Not honey dropping from the comb, So much allures the taste. 4 No treasures so enrich the mind, Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well-refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold. 5 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. *-"*J Psalm 119. 1. watts. Lord ! I have made thy word my choice, My lasting .heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise ; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies: — 4 The best relief that mourners have; It makes our sorrows blest: — Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. 64 THE SCRIPTURES. IOLA. CM. _JS J h D. G. MASON. 1. How shall the young se - cure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin 1 -# — # #- -* — #- t «=P= s j*—9—t=EZ ^~t: ■m-m-m — 5— J — J-=- -# — « — I — — t— j | . M- 11111 T- Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean, To keep the conscience clean. g g ^rfc^ g «" f ,t — rg= ig - g-fi j r£T» -» — # — hi — F^ — fc I 1 »— i-H h 1 * P \ ---0 P *._•" Psalm 119. I. watts. How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad; The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day ; And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God ! 5 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page ! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. 191 A i A Psalm 119. 1. watts. Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still: Oh, that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will. 2 Oh, send thy Spirit down, to write Thy law upon my heart ; Kor let my tongue indulge deceit, Or act the liar's part. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes; Let no corrupt design, ]S"or covetous desires, arise Within this soul of mine. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord ! But keep my conscience clear. 5 Make me to walk in thy commands — 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God. YORK, CM SCOTCH PSALTER. 1 Oh, that the Lord would guide my wa vs To keep his statutes still ; Oh, that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will. n y &- ^ w F r-r 66 THE SCRIPTURES. CHENIES. 7s, 6s. D. T. R. MATTHEWS. m § ^— * <^ ^ if— ?=5 — "2?- ■# | ** 1. O Word of God in - car - nate, O Wis-dom from on high, O Truth unchanged, un - I A * *, §if? ^ ?^5^ (S.. -*_ r * i^^J *=± B— f » — «- #4= -4- 2£ *— i ti:c t— We praise thee for the ra - diance That £ - - ij: £ ^ *- chang - ing, O Light of our dark sky ! 4-£ m p & t llli is- ^ U a from the hal-lowed page, A Ian - tern to m ! I I •-P-F «££ our foot-steps, Shines on from age to age. * 1. J» f=P« - — &=^ PUPP 1 I 4: TTfe Church's Gift. w. w. how. word of God incarnate, O Wisdom from on high, O Truth unchanged, unchanging, Light of our dark sky ! We praise thee for the radiance That from the hallowed page, A lantern to our footsteps, Shines on from age to age. 2 The Church from her dear Master Received the gift divine, And still that light she lifteth O'er all the earth to shine. It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored, It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ the living Word. 3 Oh, make thy Church, dear Saviour, A lamp of burnished gold, To bear before the nations Thy true light as of old; Oh, teach thy wandering pilgrims By this their path to trace, Till, clouds and darkness ended, They see thee face to face. 175 Psalm 19. j. CONDER. The heavens declare his glory, Their Maker's skill the skies; Each day repeats the story, And night to night replies. Their silent proclamation Throughout the earth is heard; The record of creation, The page of nature's word. 2 So pure, so soul-restoring, Is truth's diviner ray; A brighter radiance pouring Than all the pomp of day: The wanderer surely guiding, It makes the simple wise; And, evermore abiding, Unfailing joy supplies. 3 Thy word is richer treasure Than lurks within the mine ; And daintiest fare less pleasure Yields than this food divine. How wise each kind monition 1 Led by thy counsels, Lord, How safe the saints' condition, How great is their reward ! GOD:-ATTRlBUTES. 67 MIBIAM. 7s & 6s. D. _ $ J. P. HOLBROOK. u ^.^- ^ ®- 1.0 God, the Rock of A- ges, Who ev - er-more hast been,What time the tempest ra - ges, D. s.— To endless gen-er - a - tions, I I pv -J— I -*-z*- mm Our dwelling-place se - rene : The Ev - er - last - ing thou ! Be - fore thy first ere - a • tions, O Lord, the same as now, ♦ S -*■ ®-S£ — r~~. ■i- • U Everlasting. — /V. 90. E. bickersteth. God, the Rock of Ages, Who evermore hast been, What time the tempest rages, Our dwelling-place serene: Before thy first creations, Lord, the same as now, To endless generations, The Everlasting thou ! 2 Our years are like the shadows On sunny hills that lie, Or grasses in the meadows That blossom Tout to die: A sleep, a dream, a story, By strangers quickly told, An unremaining glory Of things that soon are old. 3 thou who canst not slumber, Whose light grows never pale, Teach us aright to number Our years before they fail ! On us thy mercy lighten, On us thy goodness rest, And let thy Spirit brighten The hearts thyself hast blessed ! A ■ ■ Omnipresent. dutch hymn. On mountains and in valleys Where'er we go is God; The cottage and the palace, Alike are his abode. 6 ggga ****- m With watchful eye abiding Upon us with delight; Our souls, in him confiding, He keeps both day and night. 2 Above me and beside me, My God is ever near, To watch, protect, and guide me, Whatever ills appear. Though other friends may fail me; In sorrow's dark abode, Though death itself assail me, I'm ever safe with God. *. • O Sovereign Love. J. conder. 'Tis not that I did choose thee, For, Lord ! that could not be; This heart would still refuse thee; But thou hast chosen me; — Hast, from the sin that stained me, Washed me and set me free, And to this end ordained me, That I should live to thee. 2 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, And taught my opening mind; The world had else enthralled me, To heavenly glories blind. My heart owns none above thee; For thy rich grace I thirst; This knowing, — if I love thee, Thou must have loved me first. 68 GOD:— THE FATHER. MAINZEE, LM. JOSEPH MA1NZER. 3=? ^-, 1. Fa - ther of heaven, whose love profound A ran-som for our souls hath found ft ♦ T Iff ♦ $: a * ^ ^ CS I*. i i I I F r l i i> f i=ifc §^1 P Be - fore thy throne we sin - ners bend ; 00* /TN To us thy par - doning love ex - tend. ^# The Trinity. J. COOPER. 179 Father of heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pardoning love extend. 2 Almighty Son — incarnate Word — Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, — Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quickening power extend. 4 Jehovah ! — Father, Spirit, Son ! Mysterious Godhead ! — Three in One ! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life to us extend. loU Unsearchableness. E. butcher. With deepest reverence at thy throne, Jehovah, peerless and unknown ! Our feeble spirits strive, in vain, A glimpse of thee, great God ! to gain. 2 Who, by the closest search, can find The eternal, uncreated Mind? ]Sor men, nor angels can explore Thy heights of love, thy depths of power. 3 That power we trace on every side; Oh, may thy wisdom be our guide ! And while we live, and when we die, May thine almighty love be nigh. Long-Suffering. 181 God of my life, to thee belong The grateful heart, the joyful song; Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord. 2 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? Why doth thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which so little fruit is found? 3 Still let the barren fig-tree stand Upheld and fostered by thy hand; And let its fruit and verdure be A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee. Ao-W Mystery. b. beddome. Wait, O my soul ! thy Maker's will; Tumultuous passions, all be still ! Nor let a murmuring thought arise; His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals; But, though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confessed, That what he does is ever best. 4 Wait, then, my soul ! submissive wait, Prostrate before his awful seat ; And, 'mid the terrors of his rod, Trust in a wise and gracious God. ATTRIBUTES. 69 CREATION, L M, D, 1st F. J. HAYDN. 2d. mk fi\ m ^¥-± &m ■&-■■&■ ^- =1=1 y I The spacious firma - ment on high, With all the blue e - the - real sky, ) \And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great O - rig - i - nal (Omit) \ pro-claim: m &-* -;-*- <£> ^■^f.^jyr m =f= #_*_* -&• ft- * # a,, ,_ /ZL m ±+ F n i 1 -i iT ! ; 'TJ i J "tr, \? . ~ 1 1 1 II j I/5 1 \ a m c J « • J * * * m, JL.\y 1 J J ! ffi . ilK. *i i # _s_. fe— J— _J_. ^ M • " hsh. * V ' -±4-^-. — -H >? . af- S 2 — f- Th'ui iwta - ried sun, .1 ! f? • from day to day, Does his Cre I -a - - tor's rTj -^-- g — power dis- play; r^ 1 — — 1 3: 2#- -<5*-JL # _ j— , — -- -<5?-- — •- 1 T # -^~v »- <^— #- i^-v •- -f^~] zr w "i I 1 I I 1 1 1 I 1 1 1 I l I I ' I 1 I I ! — r— ;— 1 — \-rn-* — -1 — ' — '-^ — 1- & -«>- And pub - lish-es to ev The work of an 2& 0^-0 tr J-OO In Nature. — Ps. ig. j. ADDISON. The spacious firmament on high, "With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim: The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball, — What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found, — In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singiug as they shine, — "The hand that made us is divine." AOt In the Seasons. p. doddridge. Eternal Source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, To hail thee, sovereign of the year I Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole, The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness when to vail the skies. 2 The flowery spring at thy command, Perfumes the air, adorns the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn, to cheer the vine. Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours, Through all our coasts redundant stores: And winters, softened by thy care, Xo more the face of horror wear. 3 Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling Sabbaths bless our .eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more. TO GOD:— THE FATHER. |^ifeg^ BEATTLE STREET. C, M. D. Ut. I. PLEYEL. I 2d. —I # # — — # # ^ — m ■f — % — F-S 0^6^—1 . (While thee I seek, pro - tecting Power ! Be my vain wish - es stilled;) w . », ( And may this con - se - crat-ed hour [omit.'] ( With t=t *.-ri.—t h4H £ i *- : F=F ■- *&?*, r-i- -*-#- bet §i£ ^M ter hopes be filled. -# — #- Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my tho'ts would m m f— #- ST ffe* -#-F- -<5 , - i - soar : Thy mer - cy o'er my life has flowed ; That mer - cy I a - dore m %=£ s . n 2: F=F v Providence. H. M. WILLIAMS. 185 While thee I seek, protecting Power ! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled; Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. 2 In each event of life how clear Thy ruling hand I see ! Each blessing to my soul more dear Because conferred by thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise Or seek relief in prayer. 3 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee. AOO Psalm 1 1 6. I. watts. What shall I render to my God, For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thine house, My offering shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows, My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God I How dear thy servants in thy sight I How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me 1 My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. ATTRIBUTES, u I - GENEVA. CM. 1 i^ J.COLE. s -&- F *-* r~r W CE ^-tr 1. When all thy mer - cies, O my God! My ris - ing soul sur - veys, When all thy mercies, O my God! &2 -fi-e-f-A-*-«- Sg &-^&- ^ - -__a: 3 ^—^-1 IT" 1 ,_ -^- L ^ Whenallthymercies.O my God! i r^ - g^jgEgjg i^z^-g— -^*-^* Transport - ed with the view, I'm lost ^-7 A .■♦■ >*2 "t— # \0-ZU£l- F*3 In ;t I der, **## love, and praise. ^^- *r^ ^:g f _#;.* Transported with the view^ I'm lost AOl Continued help. j. addison When all thy mercies, my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When, in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. JERUSALEM. C. M, D. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life, Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise: For, oh, eternity 's too short To utter all thy praise ! FROM LOUK SPOHR. * J- # w 9 j0 — r 1. When all thy mercies, O my God! My ris-ing soul sur- veys, Transported with the view, I'm lost D. s. — Be - fore my infant heart conceived 36 #. *. f tt-rS-r* # P P T,_ * *- JL *- JL JL • * • - tfcfc^ FIXE. r «- h r— j K — |— j — N- ■ ^- Nn D. S. w^ fi-^J-^1 InllJl ■J-^j3= •-1=5 - -0 > # y~S *~ s_— jt: In wonder, love, and praise. From whom those comfortsfiov, 2.Uni red. -#— 5 5 •. ' lumbered comfort 1 1 1~ 1 — s,to my soul, f" ^ "^ Thy L # — *?# ten-der care be- stowed, f-1 H L^ — ? 1» ^ " -^=- H ' V I L 1> , 1 1 ^ 1 \J -# # — Uh -K K * * \ — M — b- H- 1 T2 GOD:— THE FATHER, TRURO. L. M. CHARLES BURNEY. 1. Lord! thou hast searched and seen me through; Thine eye commands with pierc - ing view, » -^2- ^ ^ '2 * £+=&+ F I p ?=s i My ris - ing and my rest - ing hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. ^fej^feg^ jg^i *3> ^ J.OO Omniscience. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; Xor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. icq -*- lJ *' Faithfulness. 1. watts. Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith To credit what the Almighty saith ! To embrace the message of his Son ! And call the joys of heaven our own 1 2 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls should fear no mere Than solid rocks when billows roar. Iwv Unscarchableness. e. scott. What finite power, with ceaseless toil, Can fathom the eternal Mind? Or who the almighty Three in One By searching, to perfection find? 2 Angels and men in vain may raise, Harmonious their adoring songs; The laboring thought sinks down, opprest, And praises die upon their tongues. 3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice A portion of his ways to sing; And mingling with his meanest work:;, My humble, grateful tribute bring. U FOREST. L.M. A. chapin. 1. What finite power, with eeaseless toil, Can fathom the eternal Mind r Or who the almighty Three in One By searching, to perfection find ? #p^ ATTRIBUTES. 13 LOUVAN. L.M. ppp ^^Bg -ft- V. C. TAYLOR. € —\-& I T-K I l.Lord of all be - ing ; throned a - far, Thy glo - ry flames from sun and star; W fei s 15- -gr s az •*-*■ ^ # Cen - tre and soul of ev - ery sphere, Yet to each lov - ing heart how near ! 2S& M* £L* is Efe£ AtfA Omnipresence. o. w. holmes. Lord of all being ; throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near I 2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! 4 Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. 5 Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame ! A"*^ Providence. a. Steele. Lord, how mysterious are thy ways ! How blind are we, how mean our praise ! Thy steps no mortal eyes explore; 'Tis ours to wonder and adore. 2 Great God ! I do not ask to see What in futurity shall be; Let light and bliss attend my days, And then my future hours be praise. 3 Are darkness and distress my share ? Give me to trust thy guardian care; Enough for me, if love divine At length through every cloud shall shine. 4 Yet this my soul desires to know, Be this my only wish below; That Christ is mine ! — this great request, Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest. - Lt,e ' Sovereignty. ray palmer. Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb To search the starry vault profound; In vain would wing her flight sublime, To find creation's outmost bound. 2 But weaker yet that thought must prove To search thy great eternal plan, — Thy sovereign counsels, born of love Long ages ere the world began. 3 When my dim reason would demand Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, By some vast deep I seem to stand, Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, And all is dark as night to me, Here, as on solid rock, I rest; That so it seemeth good to thee. 5 Be this my joy, that evermore Thou rulest all things at thy will: Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, And calmly, sweetly, trust thee still. 74 GOD:— THE FATHER. LUTZEN, CM. NICHOLAUS HERMANN. 1 I ' I I I 1. The Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds o-bey his will; He speaks,-and ; in his heavenly height Jhe rolling son stands stiR 1Q4 *wl Power. H. K. WHITE. The Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds obey his will ; He speaks, — and, in his heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. 2 Jlebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatning aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine : Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God. 19^ JLtf *' Providence. I. WATTS. Keep silence, all created things ! And wait your Maker's nod; My soul stands trembling, while she sings The honors of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on his firm decree; He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave to be. 3 His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine; Each opening leaf, and every stroke, Fulfills some deep design. 4 My God ! I would not long to My fate, with curious eyes — What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 5 In thy fair book of life and grace, Oh, may I find my name Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. ST. ANN'S. 0. M. 4r~% Ft : -J 4- WM. CROFT. i m PS 1. The Lord, our God, see is full of might, The winds o +— r —0 1 —m- bey his will ; -f — e- T -f- P fefe ±=£E ±= -*-m • -+ *—+ m He speaks,— and, in his heaven - ly height, The roll - ing sun stands still. m # ■I 1>_ m ATTRIBUTES. 15 NOEL. CM. LOWELL MASON. m^mm m 1. Fa - ther! how wide thy a a e— %'- *=*=§* glo m ry shines ! How high thy won - ders rise ! frH^ :i--i=r*- i j i-4 i J = VfT F^ 1 -4*1 j— r+n i Known ^ e 1 through the (2 2 1 i earth by r f2 P , thou - sand signs, rP P. r (S hit- By . P kl thou-sand through the r- ^ f "^ J - skies. J P?=H 1 1 -I 1 -s— ^= — — • — F f w Y V f \ i 1 1" ' l ; I 1 ^ v i ' — ' 4 — ' A tf O Nature and Grace. i. watts. Father I how wide thy glory shines ! How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand 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 But, when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms, — 4 Here the whole Deity is known; Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace. 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains; Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 6 Oh, may I bear some humble part, In that immortal song; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. Atf I Goodness. — Ps. 145. 1. watts. Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high ; but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies: Through the whole earth his bounty shines And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord 1 How slow thine auger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. ■* "^ In Nature. a. steel*. Lord, when my raptured thought surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore. 2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. 3 On me thy providence has shone With gentle smiling rays; Oh, let my lips and life make known Thy goodness and thy praise. 4 All-bounteous Lord, thy grace impart I Oh, teach me to improve Thy gifts with humble, grateful heart, And crown them with thy love. 76 GOD:— THE FATHER, DOWNS, CM. LOWELL MASON. ^ i^P|:i \. Come, ye that know and fear the Lord. Ad J raise your thoughts above; Let every heart ani voice accord. To sing that" God is love." Love. G. BURDER, Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, And raise your thoughts above: Let every heart and voice accord, To sing that " God is love." 2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove; Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears, To show that " God is love." 3 Behold his patience, bearing long With those who from him rove; Till mighty grace their hearts subdues, To teach them — "God is love." 4 Oh, may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove; Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, Proclaim that "God is love." 6W Omnipresence. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord ! or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within; And, ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high. Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclosed on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. In Nature. j. keble. There is a book that all may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 4 The dew of heaven is like thy grace, It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. 5 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see, And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out thee, And read thee everywhere. fc*\/fW Omniscience. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown ? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire — In heaven thy glorious throne. 2 If, winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, ■Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 3 If, o'er my sins, I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light. 4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power, From which I cannot flee. ATTRIBUTES. n , LAUD, CM, ^r 2 — r 1 "^ r 4— -0 . — S- 1 -■0 F^"^ JOHN B. DYKES. -0 -i~ -±~ m 4 j i * — 4- 1. G-od! we L praise thee, t — *' and #— — con - _0 L * ' fess ■#- That [— # — t 1 * #— thou the ,— — _ . .... on - ly L^ 1 Jord ^Jr-4 1 — ■ 1 t^J 1 |" .0 ^- 7V Deum. TATE — BRADY. 203 O God ! we praise thee, and confess That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud; To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry: — 3 holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway ! 4 The apostles' glorious company, And prophets crowned with light, "With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, Lord, confesses thee, That thou the eternal Father art, Of boundless majesty. 904. £»""! Eternity. i. v Great God ! how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art J:he ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's Great God ! nothing old appears — there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. DUNDEE. C, M, GUILLAUME FRANC. m^^smm^^mwm 1. Great Gcd!howin-fi-nite art thou! What worthless worms are we! let the whole race of creatures bow. And par their praise tothee /Tv - - -0- - - - S7\ ! ; . r~ r 18 GOD:— THE FATHER. VAEItf A. 0. M. D. g. f. root, arr. - (1 sing th'almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, ) \ That spread tne flowinj seas abroad, And built the loft-y skies, j I sing the wisdom that ordained .. j* m 0—V-0 — a — o — l a- 1 - — ■ S J- IS The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars o - bey. i i i — ^4^= »- * » » i hi mmmmm . WATTS. M\)0 Perfections. I sing the almighty power cf God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 1 sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 2 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; lie formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. Lord ! how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye ! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky ! 3 There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow By order from thy throne. Creatures that borrow life from thee Are subject to thy care ; There's not a place where we can flee, But G od is present there. w"0 Mystery. j. fawcett. Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea; Thy paths I cannot trace, Kor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. As, through a glass, I dimly see The wonders of thy love ; How little do I know of thee, Or of the joys above ! 2 'Tis but in part I know thy will; I bless thee for the sight: When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light ? With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. Omniscience. — Ps. 139. j. Thompson. 207 Jehovah God ! thy gracious power On every hand we see; Oh, may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 2 From morn till noon, till latest eve, The hand of God we see; And all the blessings we receive, Ceaseless proceed from thee. In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend; In every age, in every clime, Our Father and our Friend. ATTRIBUTES. 19 MANOAH. CM. FROM G. ROSSINI. t 1. Be ±3 & JZL g — f H '--*j mi gin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And sneak some boundless thing; *- -0- ■-i- & E :s: It- u ^f -+ i The might - y works, or mightier &-±-±-&- name, Of our W O i it i ' m\jO Faithfulness. i. watts. Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. 4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine !" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. & e - ter - nal +• at King. Providence. w. COWPER. 209 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ! The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and will break In blessings on your head. m 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 210 WAV Holiness. j. needham. Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King, Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry; Thrice holy ! let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, Pay, my soul ! to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see. 80 GOD:— THE FATHER. PABEN. 8s, 7s. D. J. H. WILCOX. 1. Lord, thy glo - ry fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Un-to thee be glo-ry JL JL -0 — 0- +. J3L £2. &-\ *- ■&■ -a- & m %p!=£ m giv - en. -ff. £L Ho- ly, ho ±2 9—&- rt ho - ly Lord ! Heaven is still with anthems ring-ing •#-- *• ■#- 4sl • #. £: "tL jo- & iez: Earth takes -F— F £ £fel XT ^*> h. m. Love* Oh, for a shout of joy, Worthy the theme we singj To this divine employ Our hearts and voices bring ; Sound, sound, thro' all the earth abroad, The love, the eternal love of God. 2 Unnumbered myriads stand, Of seraphs bright and fair, Or bow at thy right hand, And pay their homage there ; But strive in vain with loudest chord, To sound thy wondrous love,0 Lord. 3 Yet sinners saved by grace, In songs of lower key, In every age and place, Have sung the mystery, — Have told in strains of sweet accord, Thy love, thy sovereign love, O Lord. 4 Though earth and hell assail, And doubts and fears arise, The weakest shall prevail, And grasp the heavenly prize, And through an endless age record Thy love, thy changeless love, Lord. -Ps. ll T. STERNHOLD. wdl c , M . Majesty.- The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high : And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain ; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. 4 The Lord will give his people strength, Whereby they shall increase ; And he will bless his chosen flock With everlasting peace. 5 Give glory to his awful name, And honor him alone ; Give worship to his majesty, "Upon his holy throne. ™*J*J L.M. Grace. — .Ps. 138. 1. watts. With all my powers of heart and tongue 1 '11 praise my Maker in my song : Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 I '11 sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ; I ; il sing the wonders of thy word ; Not all the works and names below, So much thy power and glory show. 3 To God I cried when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes ; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffused thro' all my soul. 4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 5 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins ; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. 88 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. REGENT SQTTABE. 8s, 7s, H. SMART. hj-j ^r_^ ^ t=t 5fc r'^J'ii^ •g. ' * ■ * i-L- 4^ 35^^ I 1. Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly warbhng in the skies? Sure, th' angelic host re- joic-es,^ ^ M^ B *=t fctt *—?c- &3E ?Z ?£ ££f fetefe -# — #- ^Ij+S > s n#H^ - le - lu m Loudest hal-le - lu-jahsrise, Sure, th' angelic host re-joic-es, Loudest hal ■jahs rise. 1 1 i»-H«-q is 4=t ii r 4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth his glory sing: Glad, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 "Hasten, mortals! to adore him, Learn his name and taste his joy; Till in heaven you sing before him, — Glory be to God most high !" ' 6 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth, Spread the brightness of his glory, Till it cover all the earth. WW* " Those holy Voices'' j. cawood. Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly warbling in the skies? Sure, the angelic host rejoices — Loudest hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy; — "Glory in the highest, glory; Glory be to God most high ! 3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven; — Loud our golden narps shall sound. ANTIOCH. CM. im^EEM H= lowell mason, arr. £ \=x ^ «R22: 0 m 1. Joy to the world — the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King; 1 h Pte^sS^ ifcfc Let eve-ry heart pre - pare him room, -0 — * — a — #« — - ^f^a And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and na-ture sing. fi_ * fL-J0.J0-0.- P /' ff g ■ LLL 1 1 1 — I — I — I — -tar-s — b — br-; f— _^_>_>_k = k>-4 m \^JjJ/JjJ/-t^L m 00 V • \S ^ \/ And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and nature sing, INCARNATION AND BIRTH. 89 HAEK. P.M. J L W. F. SHERWIN. ±=ZL . lit 3=i~* ^ (Hark! hark, my soul; an - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and \How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are (Omit) §±*g ^—w BE •ie Pro • A. \~0^^ 1 claim his matchless ' ■02. +. worth. c\'~ * # » • f *0 5 fa | j«s * ' | s ■ » ' M 10 0- f 1 ' S -W , 1 ^ r r 1 1 t+OO " £&ry to God'' w. hurn. Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemer's birth; Mortals ! awake ; let every tongue Proclaim bis matchless worth. 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done I NEWBOLD. CM. 3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race ! Arise, and shout for joy; He comes, with rich abounding grace To save and not destroy. 4 Lord ! send the gracious tidings forth, And fill the world with light, That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might. i £ GEO. KINGSLEY. - m -m v on the listening ear of night, Come heav'n's me - lo • • ? \ Czt II \zf=^0=rjz=r^ dious strains, Where wild Ju * ■<*■• . t f f E a: f-f SZ_2- -&- & stretches far Her sil - ver man - tied plains, Her sil-ver - mantled plains. w»v Angels' music. E. h. sears. Calm on the listening ear of night, Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 "Glory to God !" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring — "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's eternal Kingl" THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. fiOLID ROOK. L, M. D. W. B. BRADBURY. sky, eye. - C When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the I One star a - lone of all the train, Oanfix the sinner's wandering - f F f f f , f # r Hark! hark! to God the But one a- lone the g ^^j^ t=t=t v— u- f ■P— p: ji_! pz^: V— b^ *£* HI ^ ^ 1 | — ^ - m m *> - chorus breaks, From every host, from ev - ery gem ; Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Beth -le- hem is the Star of Beth - le - hem. mm I p==t*=£ 6d"XM. " They saw the Star." h. k. white. When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks, — It is the Star of Bethlehem. 2 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 3 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease, And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! ST. ALB OT. L. M, 9J.9 ^aiW " Prince of Salem." t. campbell. When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill; When Salem's shepherds thro' the night Watched o'er their flocks by starry light; 2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound In distant hallelujahs stole,. Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts to Zion came; High heaven with songs of triumph rung, While thus they struck their harps and sung: 4 "OZion! lift thy raptured eye ; The long expected hour is nigh: The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his host depart; Again the Daystar gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom." 6 O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye; The long-expected hour is nigh; The joys of nature rise again: The Prince of Salem comes to reign. ST. alban's tune book. 1. When Jordan hushed his waters still And silence slept on Zion s !l . . * ft When Salem's shepherds thro' the night . Watched o'er theirflocksby starry Iight;- NCARNATION AND BIRTH. 93 HARMONY GROVE, L. M. Li. ! 11,1 J i — i — i H. K. OLIVER. =± s 1. All praise to thee, e - "ter - nal Lord, Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood- J-JULJ Choosing 9S i# r "^ a man - ger for thy throne, While worlds on worlds are thine a - lone ! 5 7!&£ child Christ. M. LUTHER. 243 All praise to thee, eternal Lord, Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood; Choosing a manger for thy throne, While worlds on worlds are thine alone ! 2 Once did the skies before thee bow; A virgin's arms contain thee now; Angels, who did in thee rejoice, Now listen for thice infant voice. 3 A little child, thou art our guest, That weary ones in thee may rest; Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, That we may rise to heaven from earth. 4 Thou comest in the darksome night To make us children of the light; To make us, in the realms divine, Like thine own angels round thee shine. 5 All this for us thy love hath done; By this to thee our love is won; For this we tune our cheerful lays, And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. Incarnation. 244 Before the heavens were spread abroad, From everlasting was the Word; With God he was, the Word was Godl And must divinely be adored. 2 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars: His generation who can tell, Or count the number of his years ? 3 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms: The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may converse hold with worms, Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 4 Mortals with joy behold his face, The eternal Father's only Son: How full of truth, how full of grace, When in his eyes the Godhead shone I 5 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel. GALILEE, L, M, RICHARD LANGDON. ggten^SiSilfeil 1. Before the heavens were spread abroad, From everlasting was the Word ; With God he was, the Word was God ! And must divinely be adored. 94 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, HERALD ANGELS, 7s. D. FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY. 1. Hark! the her-ald angels sing " Glo-ry to the new-born King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, S-r5— — #- g&feg ^J 4* 42- ^L A ?- E 4«- 4*- 42- e e 8= t«#^ F=r E P ■w- : f=F ^S| F ^— * 4— 0- ^ ? €— « *-j- *— # God and sinners re-conciled!" < Joy-ful, all ye nations, rise, ? I Join the triumph of the skies; > With th' angelic host proclaim, J i I 4* 4*- 4*- -i- 4«- 4*- 42. t-t fld ijyljUJ fl^ -Wl ■ic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethle-hem. ! J ^ *=£ £ ell M . The Promised Lord. p. doddridge. Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour The Saviour promised long ; [comes, Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes, the prisoner to release, In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And, on the eyes long closed in night, To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And, with the treasures of his grace, Enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. WtFX c, m. The Gospel Song. s. medley. Mortals, awake, with angels join And chant the solemn lay ; Joy, love, and gratitude combine To hail the auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo rolled ; The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 'T was more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky The impetuous torrent ran ; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, • And glory leads the song ; "Good-will and peace" are heard thro'- Th' harmonious angel-throng. [out 6 With joy the chorus we '11 repeat, — " Glory to God on high ! Good-will and peace are now complete j Jesus was born to die ! " ^tftf l. M . Jesus' Birth. ANON. Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn, For unto us a Saviour 's born ; See ! how the angels wing their way, To usher in the glorious day ! 2 Hark ! what sweet music, what a song, Sounds from the bright, celestial throng ! Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart Joy to each raptured, listening heart. 3 Come, join the angels in the sky, Glory to God, who reigns on high ; Let peace and love on earth abound, While time revolves and years roll round. /WtFVF H . M. "The notes of joy.''* a. reed. Hark ! hark ! — the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains ; Some new delight in heaven "u known ; Loud sound the harps around the throne. 2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh, The joyful hosts descend j Jesus forsakes the sky, To earth his footsteps bend j He comes to bless our fallen race ; He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear — bear the tidings round j Let every mortal know What love in God is found, What pity he can show ; Ye winds that blow ! ye waves that roll / Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 98 CRAWFORD, L, M. i^s ^-^: THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 5zJ &Z+ (2= S •Gr J. P. HOLBROOK, — I— L — serve ? HowshaU I ■0- -0- ~f 1 cop -4- ■ 7 —0 — him I -t * ^— 1 -*- love? "^ — 1 I 1 \ -> |i #— _ • 1 # To L-^ — ^-*-S — sf— L ^ - — ' bring the Lord Christ down; ^_?^_f_ r r ir ' r 1 1 ' -J 1 -1 \~ te^ m gyg In vain we search the low - est ft. :k=n* deeps, For him no depths can drown. : ^ =T #± 271 < A 7/. fr«^ 7Vs/. J. G. WHITTIER. We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down ; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith !:as yet its Olivet, And 1o t . « its Galilee. 3 The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; ST. JOSEPH. 8s, 7s, 7s. We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 4 Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name. 5 Lord and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine ! H. H. STATHAM. pg^faSpgl *-4- a j Jesus wept! those tears are over. Buthis heart is still the same; \ Kinsman, Friend, and elder Brother, Is his er-er-lasting name. ) Sariour, who can love like thee, Gracious One of Betha-ny? mm ^r £ smm^M &?/9 «rf • iW M j^eSUS : _ E. DENN Jesus wept ! those tears are over, But his heart is still the same; Kinsman, Friend, and elder Brother, Is his everlasting name. Saviour, who can love like thee, Gracious One of Bethany ? 2 When the pangs of trial seize us, When the waves of sorrow roll, I will lay my head on Jesus, Pillow of the troubled soul. Surely, none can feel like thee, Weeping One of Bethany ! 3 Jesus wept I and still in glory, He can mark each mourner's tear; Living to retrace the story Of the hearts he solaced here. Lord, when I am called to die, Let me think of Bethany. 4 Jesus wept ! that tear of sorrow Is a legacy of love; Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, He the same doth ever prove. Thou art all in all to me, Living One of Bethany ! 104 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. OLIVE'S BROW. L. M. W. B. BRADBURY. 1. 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now The suffering Saviour prays alone. i i i ' ' II i ! Getkscjnane. W. B. TAPPAN. 273 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; Ev'n that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 Tis midnight; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 274- «» • * "'Tis finished/" s. stennett. "'T is finished ! n — so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: "'Tis finished 1" — yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished ! — all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old ; And truths are opened to our view That kings and prophets never knew. 3 'Tis finished ! — Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 'Tis finished ! — let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: 'Tis finished ! — let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies. SOLITUDE. L. M. r V. C. TAYLOR. ■s*y 3£ 1. 'Tis midnight ; and on 01 - ive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone : ^ I liiiiv &bh £•£•£ i ±ii -0^»- r & FT* *~1 -<* 1 sap? m£& =j=&=j — rt 9~ I mmm T - f > i Tis midnight ; in the gar - den now The suffering Sav-iour prays a - lone {L A ¥ 9* • , ' ^ L - 1 „ .* T — my — Sav - lour bleed, r^ *~y* — I And nfn did my f a 1 r ' Sove - reign die? §^te= a- 4± V— H f—^-i — i — p~ fSf =£H t U ^M \L.y .^* ft — fcr 1 — F I f- - !■ I L *^- r IX rs* r -i ■ » t=s s: 2* ^zts: ^=£ ^-* ^ 45*- §se* Would he 3 de - vote that sa - cred head For such a worm as I? £r H&r^-^F -*— r;s ^ ^_ 2£ SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 10T HANOAH. O.M. &£. *-* 3 I 1. I saw One hang - ing on J2* *c -# — r ^ i ; fel FROM G. ROSSINI. 1- -s a tree, In ag - o - ny and blood ■& F=F m &*F=E Sy- Who fixed his Ian - guid eyes on 9J*F* m %%=^=dt As near the cross I stood. &L m m t=m W< w The two Looks. j. newton. 1 saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near the cross I stood. 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, Can I forget that look: It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke. 3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, — But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid, For I the Lord have slain 1 4 A second look he gave, that said, "I freely all forgive: This blood is for thy ransom paid ; I die that thou may'st live.'' 5 Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too ! £0" " He remembers Calvary." i. watts How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son ! Our misery reached his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 He sunk beneath cur heavy woes, To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, But cost his heart a groan. -\=a 3 This was compassion, like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great; Well he remembers Calvary, Nor let his saints forget. hi C5 A " o Christ of God!" ray palmer. Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, While at thy cross I kneel, Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, And all thy sorrows feel. 2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, This heart so hard before; 1 hear thee for the guilty plead, And grief o'erflows the more. 3 I know this cleansing blood of thine Was shed, dear Lord, for me: For me, for all, — oh, grace divine ! — Who look by faith on thee. 4 Christ of God, spotless Lamb, By love my soul is drawn; Henceforth, for ever, thine I am; Here life and peace are born. 5 In patient hope, the cross I'll bear, Thine arm shall be my stay; And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, On thy great judgment-day. 108 HYMN OF JOT. 8s, 7s. D. THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 1st. tUDWIG VON BEETHOVEN. 2d. -0 0- ., (Hail, thou once despised Je-sus! Crowned in mockery a king!) • J Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free sal- (Omit) J va-tion bring. Hail, thou ag-o- mm +.* A—0 t^^t- ^— U4— F E=t E-f— »=£- i i i r ^=# 4 U-l >— &- *=F «— « P— ^ ^3t 3=3" ^*d 5=^ l**^ « niz-ing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ■»• f- -00-0- -0- -p- ti zc ! Bythy merits we find favor; Life isgiventhro'thyname. J _ £ 4- ■#- ^ ■*■ Z- *• +- - - +---0~&- t=t t=t IF -0—^—P^W- *—* ■¥- E3 -P-P-P- :p=s: WO(W Blocked. J. BAKEWELL. Hail, thou once despised Jesus ! Crowned in mockery a king ! Thou didst suffer to release us ; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ! By thy merits we find favor; Life is given through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on thee were laid; By Almighty Love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made: All thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of thy blood ; Opened is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God. (CoO On the cross. R. lee. When I view my Saviour bleeding, For my sins, upon the tree; Oh, how wondrous ! — how exceeding Great his love appears to me ! Floods of deep distress and anguish, To impede his labors, came ; Yet they all could not extinguish Love's eternal, burning flame. 2 Now redemption is completed, Full salvation is procured ; Death and Satan are defeated, Bv the sufferings he endured. u • Now the gracious Mediator Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me, a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace ! 3 Sure such infinite affection Lays the highest claims to mine; All my powers, without exception, Should in fervent praises join. Jesus, fit me for thy service; Form me for thyself alone ; 1 am thy most costly purchase, — Take possession of thine own. 'wO'X Reproached. moraviai Cross, reproach, and tribulation ! Ye to me are welcome guests, When I have this consolation, That my soul in Jesus rests. The reproach of Christ is glorious ! Those who here his burden bear, In the end shall prove victorious, And eternal gladness share. 2 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, Are our honorable crowns; Pain is peace, and shame is glory, Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus, Ye who live a life of faith ! Lift triumphant songs and praises Ev'n in martyrdom and death. SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 109 STABAT MATER, P.M. ANON. 13 #ZZ* €_!_€ g. € # _^L_£I — # — s • # m anguish groaning, ) [gone, sighing, moaning, } Through her soul the sword had £/Otf "Near the Cross." j. w. Alexander, tr. Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful r tation keeping, Gazing on her dying Son: There in speechless anguish rroaning, Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Through her soul the sword had gone ! 2 But we have no need to borrow Motives from the mother's sorrow. At our Saviour's cross to mourn: 'Twas our sins brought him from heaven, These the cruel nails had driven: All his griefs for us were borne. 3 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He his love and power displayed: By his stripes he wrought our healing, By his death, our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 4 Jesus, may thy love constrain us, That from sin we may refrain us, In thy griefs may deeply grieve: Thee our best affections giving, To thy glory ever living, May we in thy glory live. OQft ^^" " H is finished." 1 H. BONAR. From the cross the blood is falling, And to us a voice is calling Like a trumpet silver-clear: 'Tis the voice announcing pardon — It is finished, is its burden, Pardon to the far and near. 2 Peace that glorious blood is sealing, All our wounds for ever healing, And removing every load; Words of peace that voice has spoken, Peace that shall no more be broken, Peace between the soul and God. '■Day of darkness. F. H. HEDGE, tr. 287 'Twas the day when God's Anointed Died for us the death appointed, Bleeding on the dreadful cross; Day of darkness, day of terror, Deadly fruit of ancient error, Nature's fall, and Eden's loss J 2 Haste, prepare the bitter chalice ! Gentile hate and Jewish malice Lift the royal Victim high; Like the serpent, wonder-gifted, Which the prophet once uplifted, 1 or a sinful world to die. 3 Conscious of the deed unholy, Nature's pulses beat more slowly, And the sun his light denied; Darkness wrapped the sacred city, And the earth with fear and pity Trembled, when the Just One died. 4 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted, May that sacred symbol be; Eminent amid the ages, Guide of heroes and of sages, May it guide us still to thee. 110 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. PASSION CHORALE. 7s, 6s. D. m i=t J n j J. S. BACH, ~2 m_ A f f a^. ^, o- .*. ^_ &. .#. A*L 4_ +• 4h m -k — 1= — I 1 — -i-Fz-^-,— i n 1 1 1 — -H 2 — rHs — ri — F — 0- w—w- *—? i 5EE 1 — r THE LORD JESUS CHRIST Gethsemane. T. D. HEMANS. 112 291 CLM . He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony ; The Lord cf all above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 The sun set in a fearful hour, The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow him ! That he who gave man's breath, might The very depths of human woe. [know 3 He knew them all ; the doubt, the The faint, perplexing dread j [strife, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All darkened round his head ; And the Deliverer knelt to pray j Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 4 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread ; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead. But there was sent him from on high, A gift of strength for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay ? How may we meet our conflict yet, In the dark, narrow way ? How but through him, that path who Save or we perish, Son of God ! [trod ? *W" L. M. Christ in the Desert. j. F. thrupp. Awhile in spirit, Lord, to thee Into the desert would we flee ; Awhile upon the barren steep Thy fast with thee in spirit keep ; — 2 Awhile from thy temptation learn The daily snares cf sin to spurn, And in our hearts to feel and own Man liveth not by bread alone. 3 And while at thy command we pray, Give us our bread from day to day, May we with thee, O Christ, be fed, Thou Word of God, thou Living Bread. 4. Incarnate Lord, we come to thee, Thou knowest our infirmity ; Be thou our Helper in the strife, Be thou our true, our inward Life. 9QQ " Worthy the Lamb! " J. allen. Glory to God on high ! Let heaven and earth reply, " Praise ye his name ! " His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore j Sing loud for evermore, " Worthy the Lamb ! " 2 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name, — Ye who have felt his blood Sealing your peace with God, Sound his dear name abroad, " Worthy the Lamb ! " 3 Join, all ye ransomed race, Our Lord and God to bless - } Praise ye his name ! In him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, "Worthy the Lamb!" "» ** *J h. m. " Rejoice I" c. weslky. Rejoice ! the Lord is King ; Your Lord and King adore : Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore ! Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love j When he had purged our stains, He took his seat above : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 3 Rejoice in glorious hope : Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear the archangel's voice ; The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 114 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. EATHBUN ' is* 1. In the cross of Christ I glo - ry Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of muu &* sa - cred story Gathers round its head sublime JA^ dUU Glorying in the Cross. J. bowring. In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story- Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, CARTHAGE. 8s, 7s. Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance, streaming, Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. G. F. root, arr. fe^ =? 1 s: r ■¥- 1. Christ, a bove all i glo UJA seat - ed ! King e - ter •^- -&• -&- nal, strong to ft 5E m -Vz- W BE F=: IF S^S ^ m m To thee, Death, by death de - feat - ed, Tri - umph high and glo - ry -F=^ r OvFA "Many crowns." j. r. woodford. Christ, above all glory seated I King eternal, strong to save ! To thee, Death, by death defeated, Triumph high and glory gave. 2 Thou art gone where now is given What no mortal might could gain, On the eternal throne of heaven, In thy Father's power to reign. 3 We, Lord ! with hearts adoring, Follow thee above the sky: Hear our prayers thy grace imploring, Lift our souls to thee on high. 4 So when thou again in glory On the clouds of heaven shall shine, We thy flock shall stand before thee, Owned for evermore as thine. RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 115 u PROMISE, 8s, 7s. D, * m I 4 — '-#— # — — #' HENRY SMART. 1- 1. Jesus, hail, enthroned in glo - ry, There for ev • er to a • bide ; All the heavenly ! . s I I - 9 — b — ft~M — r*~— — P: — s — i—* — £ — * — • — r* — s — ^— ■— • a #- '• Enthroned in glory." j. bakewell. Jesus, bail, enthroned in glory, Tbere for ever to abide; All tbe heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side. There for sinners thou art pleading; There thou dost our place prepare ; Ever for us interceding Till in glory we appear. 2 Worship, honor, power and blessing Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Irnmanuel's praise. OUO " The blood that sfeaketh." c. wesley. Father, hear the blood of Jesus, Speaking in thine ears above: From impending wrath release us; Manifest thy pardoning love. Oh, receive us to thy favor, — For his only sake receive; Give us to the bleeding Saviour, Let us by his dying live. 9 2 "To thy pardoning grace receive them," Once he prayed upon the tree; Still his blood cries out "Forgive them; All their sins were laid on me.'' Still our Advocate in heaven Prays the prayer on earth begun, — "Father, show their sins forgiven; Father, glorify thy Son !" 0"t " S/uxll see his /ace." M. pyper. "We shall see Him," in our nature, Seated on his lofty throne, Loved, adored, by every creature, Owned as God, and God alone I There the hosts of shining spirits Strike their harps, and loudly sing To the praise of Jesus' merits, To the glory of their King. 2 When we pass o'er death's dark river, "We shall see him as he is,' 7 Resting in his love and favor, Owning all the glory his. There to cast our crowns before him, Oh, what bliss the thought affords ! There for ever to adore him, King of kings, and Lord of lords ! 116 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, JJASTJJlt ttlMJS. Ys. ^ J. WORGAN. r • r r. tr f ?V •'• ■ p j?* Christ, the Lord, is ris*n to- day, Ai - - - - le - lu - ia. Sons of men, and an-gel: 1. Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to- day Sons of men, and an-gels, £^§§ t5Tr say; Al Jrng ^lim l. Raiss your joys and triumphs high! Al - _.- - - le - lu - Pf' i j3i}d-d «-*« Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, re - ply ! m S3 *tf-f P Ai f*5- ^ i« le - lu - *-s— ^ i^=w fi'" 1 C. WESLEY. Ovftl He lives again. Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men, and angels, say; Raise your joys and triumphs high 1 Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, reply 1 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo, he sets in blood no more. 3 Yain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell ; Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath opened Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King; ''Where, Death, is now thy sting?" Once he died our souls to save; "Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?*' 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head; Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies ! DUO Joy i n the Lord. T. kell Joyful be the hours to-day; Joyful let the seasons be; Let us sing, for well we may: Jesus ! we will sing of thee. 2 Should thy people silent be, Then the very stones would sing: What a debt we owe to thee, Thee our Saviour, thee our King ! 3 Joyful are we now to own, Rapture thrills us as we trace All the deeds thy love hath done, All the riches of thy grace. 4 'Tis thy grace alone can save; Every blessing comes from thee — All we have, and hope to have, All we are, and hope to be. 5 Thine the Name to sinners dear ! Thine the Name all names before ! Blessed here and everywhere; Blessed now and evermore 1 RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 117 SCUDAMORE, 7s. R. R. CHOPE. K 1 "♦"♦■ ~_ "fir" 1. Hail the day that sees him rise, Glorious, to his native skies! Christ, awhile to mortals gifen, Enters now the gates of hearcx itei 5^A ^ tff t± f*~t- C. WESLEY. Hail the day that sees him rise, Glorious, to his native skies ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of heaven. 2 There the glorious triumph waits; Lift your heads, eternal gates ! Christ hath vanquished death and sin; Take the King of glory in. 3 See, the heaven its Lord receives 1 Yet he loves the earth he leaves: ¥&*&=? & -&-ri Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 4 Still for us he intercedes, His prevailing death he pleads; Near himself prepares a place, Great Forerunner of our race. 5 What, though parted from our sight, Far above yon starry height; Thither our affections rise, Following him beyond the skies. 4 MOZART. 7. i J # fi m h J » 5 i hfl > i ^ FROM J. C. W. A. MOZART. i ] r 3 & L § A » • f J J J J # • *; ! p # * ** * 1 J i 1 j- j j j* _, i i f4 • * } m • • # «• 1 HI * e * g / *\ A .« J ■ ttU f # - # * * \ >* # f * \S\j** r * m - # * • • J • -#f* r » - «* r +5 f - 1. Christ the Lord is risen a -gain; Christ hath broken ev - ery chain ; Hark Jan -gel- ic v >i r p f * 1 ' w *** ' /• 4 i i i 1 r 1 V i ff # # *• Ir ' J ' r i ' \J i F ' h \ * i 1 1 1 I Jjffl *3 P5 P •~+-±±+ +-r *—*- 0ZW-^ -*\ — M — high, Hal -le-lu-jah! Praise the Lord! f . * f t e ?ff voic es cry, 1 I [ Singing ev - er more on £ •NFO "Hallelujah." c. winkworth, fr. Christ the Lord is risen again, Christ hath broken every chain; Hark ! angelic voices cry, Singing evermore on high, Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord 1 2 He who bore all pain and loss, Comfortless, upon the cross, Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us, and hears our cry: Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 3 He who slumbered in the grave Is exalted now to save ; Now through Christendom it rings That the Lamb is King of kings: Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 4 Now he bids us tell abroad How the lost may be restored, How the penitent forgiven, How we, too, may enter heaven: Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord! 118 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, MILLINGTON, 8s, 7s. 7s, P ^-# r^ =£ #— r £=* *— r £ * ? * &- 75r site W. B. BRADBURY. ,S N ^ E ( Jesus comes, his conflict over, — Comes to claim his great reward ; (Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord ; ^ &- i>— P- r r:f it r. .? ■t*— y— p- *— ^ ^ Haste,ye saints! your tribute bring, t—t- v-i^-v— * . V . V V mm v v p i N N £=£ 22: 52: ^— ^ ^=* izz^z *T* 1/ I I • t; Crown him, ev-er- lasting King, Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlast - ing King. :::;-* * $#f V— i/- -' — h — r 5 * 1 — b~ - * . a — f — p- -«> # — #- - fa U » = »- ^^n OU «/ 7^ Return to Heaven. T. kelly. Jesus comes, his conflict over, — Comes to claim his great reward ; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord; Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the Man on earth rejected 1 Angels worship at his feet: Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 3 Day and night they cry before him,- "Holy, holy, holy Lord !" All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word; Haste, ye saints ! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. dXU Isaiah 63: 1. t. kell? Who is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stained with blood; To the slave proclaiming freedom; Bringing and bestowing good: Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoils he bears? 2 'T is the Saviour, now victorious, Travelling onward in his might; 'Tis the Saviour, oh, how glorious To his people is the sight I Jesus now is strong to save ; Mighty to redeem the slave. ■V— V- yr-yr 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes there 's none remaining, None the contest to maintain: Fallen they, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever; Wear the crown so dearly won; Never shall thy people, never Cease to sing what thou hast done; Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast healed thy people's woes. WAX All glory to Christ. T. KELLY. Glory, glory to our King ! Crowns unfading wreathe his nead; Jesus is the name we sing, — Jesus, risen from the dead; Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save. 2 Jesus is gone up on high: Angels come to meet their King; Shouts triumphant rend the sky, While the Victor's praise they sing: "Open now, ye heavenly gates 1 'Tis the King of glory waits." 3 Now behold him high enthroned, Glory beaming from his face, By adoring angels owned, God of holiness and grace 1 Oh, for hearts and tongues to sing — " Glory, glory to our King !" RESURRECTION AND REIGN, 119 I HARWELL. 8s, 7s, 7s, -N-K LOWELL MASON. N N 7 ± jL» A (Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Soundthenote of praise above ; ( Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; Jesus reigns, the G-od of love : h* ^ i. X J. i. .#__^- See, he sitsonyonderthrone; See, he sits Jesus rules the world alone. Hal-lo Jesus rules the world alone. lu-jah, Halle - lu -jah, Halle - In - jah! A - men. dlw "Jesus reigns." t. kelly. Hark 1 ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the God of love: See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone. 2 King of glory ! reign for ever — Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own ;- Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. 3 Saviour ! hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away; — Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing, — "Glory, glory to our King!" Q1Q tJ A t9 w e l lve lH Him. c. Wordsworth. See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph ! See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate ! Hark ! the choirs of angel voices Joyful hallelujahs sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King. 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? j-^trr- Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory; He, who on the cross did suffer, He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes. 3 Thou hast raised our human nature, On the clouds to God's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord ! in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own. . 4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, Give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspirations, Wafting us to realms above; That, with hearts and minds uplifted, We with Christ our Lord may dwell. Where he sits enthroned in glory, In the heavenly citadel. 5 So at last, when he appeareth, We from out our graves may spring, With our youth renewed like eagles', Flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of heaven, And may meet him in the air — Rise to realms where he is reigning, And mav reijm for ever there. 120 RESURRECTION AND REIGN, PARLAND, , 11**. _ , I 2d_ TMOS. HASTINGS. e P tr^r* *Yt! 3 [Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the Man of sorrows now) ( From the fight returned victorious ! Every knee ( Omit) J {> I t >=y i [him! to him shall bow: Crownhim ! crown Crownhim! crownhim! Crowns become the Victor's [brow. I 3ife j i*+d 'XI m OAtr "Crownhim!" T. kelly. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the Man of sorrows now From the fight returned victorious ! Every knee to him shall bow: Crown him ! crown him ! Crowns become the victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ! Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the vault of heaven rings: Crown him ! crown him 1 Crown the Saviour King of kings ! 3 Hark, those bursts of acclamation 1 Hark, those loud, triumphant chords ! Jesus takes the highest station; Oh, what joy the sight affords 1 Crown him ! crown him ! King of kings and Lord of lords ! OJ_tl " It is finished ?" j. evan». Hark ! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See 1 it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and vails the sky: "It is finished !" near the dying Saviour cry. 2 " It is finished !" oh, what pleasure Do these charming words afford I Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ, the Lord: " It is finished I" Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; Join to sing the pleasing theme: All on earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name: Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb 1 CALVAEY. 8s, 7s, 4s — 0T- m *-zr * J. # ***. ^t & SAMUEL STANLEY. u m & — #- s fcSL s^'g h W jam 1. Hark! the voice of lovo and mer-cy Sounds a - loud from Cal-va- 17 J S< 1 J _^_^_Jj_J IJ- V -(9 ^— r*- ^EB=5 -H . I I -*g-* * - S3 - -*&- ^^ Jdj-r ^S^t^^,. '-0 RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 121 A*UTUMN. 8s, 7s. D. Nr s s £ Spanish: Prom marechio. at ^ -#h~ — "3 ££ ^r -+^&-.-+^-rY x -g: i^^ & ^+ 1. Mighty God! while angels bless thee, May a mortal lisp thy name? Lord of men, as well as an-gels! D. s.— Sounded thro' the wide crea-tion, ^^_^_ & • * t- -ZZ-$L - & ■ # *— ft t-iStft & Ki iJ JJij Thou art every creature's theme: Lord of ev Be thy just and awful praise. 'ry land and nation ! Ancient of e-ternal days ! O X O Christ is God. r. robinson. Mighty God ! while angels bless thee, May a mortal lisp thy name ? Lord of men, as well as angels ! Thou art every creature's theme: Lord of every land and nation ! Ancient of eternal days ! Sounded through the wide creation — Be thy just and awful praise. 2 For the grandeur of thy nature, — Grand, beyond a seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought: For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; — Blessed be thy gentle reign. 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, Bright, though vailed in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who can sing that wondrous song? Brightness of the Father's glory ! Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die: — 4 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe, Came to ransom guilty captives ! — Flow, my praise | for ever flow: Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return and reign for ever; — Be the kingdom all thine own ! **-■-• "Lo, Jehovah/" w. coode. Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found; Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour, Let his courts with praise resound. 2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; Thee our Saviour ! thee our God I From his throne his beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. In his word his light arises, Brightest beams of truth and grace; Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices, In his courts your offerings place. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne; Kow, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore; For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. 122 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. BENJAMIN, S, M. D. P t=t=t =& iM 4-J-t- PROM F. J. HAYDN. J -k * +- d d i --n-i 3=3=5 0—*—0- * x=5 9 1ST 1. "The Lord is ris'n in- deed!" And are the ti - dings true ? Yes, they beheld the Saviour §LgtB B=m£^ g W=-W-*—% ■zr -iSh •i* m * -z£ i i i u i i f2 3====} 3=^ l 4=^f^\ Hfe bleed, And saw him living too. " The Lord is ris'n indeed ! " Then justice asks no more ^-•- - 111 1, ) -ry-rr -& e x=t e £s Who stood, Who stood op posed g be - fore. ^— * -fi- fllSfc 11 ' * r t r r rr er - cy and truth are now agreed, Who stood opposed be - fore, Who stood opposed before ^ .#. .#- .£. *. ^Z-» Jt .0. <9- -£- .£. ^*-r# — # — » — » rl 1 rl 1 1 1— J t*^M I I t=t L L L L e ^ 1=*=*=* 3 @ t=tt ^ *—*—¥■ 318 'Risen indeed.' 319 Z^W WJ /"J. £ £ #. "Lion cfjudah." M. bridges, Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into thy native skies, — Assume thy right; And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled — Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light ! 2 Victor o'er death and hell I Cherubic legions swell Thy radiant train: Praises all heaven inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire, — Thou Lamb once slain ! 3 Enter, incarnate God! — No feet but thine, have trod The serpent down; Blow the full trumpets, blow Wider yon portals throw 1 Saviour triumphant — go, And take thy crown I 4 Lion of Judah — Hail I And let thy name prevail From age to age; Lord of the rolling yearsl Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou has bought with tears Thy heritage. 5 And then was heard afar Star answering to star — " Lo ! these have come, Followers of him who gave His life their lives to save; And now their palms they wave, Brought safely home." I RIGHINI. 6s, 4s. V. RIGHINI. -& mm * 7SL 1. Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise In - to thy na - tive skies,— Assume thy right; And where in J lAJ^lJlA A « #? :?■»■£• many a fold The clouds are backward rolled— Pass thro' those gates of gold, And reign in light! ¥tr—ft= &- £E&=F4 RESURRECTION AND REIGN. 125 BEADPOBD, CM. d=^ *.T r ksn of ft his love rs gives, A pledge of lib I er - ty. m C. WESLEY. O^fd Job z 9 : 25. 1 kxow that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me: A token of his love he gives, A pledge of liberty. 2 I find him lifting up my head; He brings salvation near: His presence makes me free indeed, And he will soon appear. 3 He wills that I should holy be: What can withstand his will ? The counsel of his grace in me, He surely shall fulfill. 4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word: I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, And to thyself receive. CINCINNATI. C M. 1 | I 1 1 1^^ LOWELL MASON. v — 7 7*1 1 1 P | | Wfi — 1 — h " wide, The King of pv» U I Q ~ -a _^-» - # # » ■ _#. # ^ <2 • t> » T7: ?b«J ' 1 _ffi • r * T j ! & * • % # j l 1 y 9 1 ' * 1 ^ c? 1 F 7 •? ± f * >r>+. m t==t=t ^F^ *2=P^ d«*t7 " Lord of 'all" e. perron et. All hail the power of Jesus' name 1 Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall; Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. MILES LANE. 0. M. fe± W. SHRUBSOLE. S3 -•— * fat nt—*—*—r ifiU j ' 4:' g -0 — 0- 1. AU hail the power of Je - sus' name ! Let an- gels prostrat prostrate faU ; Bring forth the royal * » FT © di-a - dem, And crown him, crown him, crown him, crown him Lord r n Jt §ife^ F==^ -F Pi ^ — P^ » — 1 ^^P ^ g-£?-g- 321 128 THE LCIID JESUS CHRIST. POETUQUESE HTiTN. L. H. J. READING. S ^m^ pn \ ii0 u piW \ 1. O Christ, the Lord of heaven! to thee. Clothed with all rna-jes-ty di - vine, E - ternal power and ter - nal praise, of right, is thine, S ^*7 i n» r* 1 r^ ♦ ^ > nal praise, of right, is thine. Ww" ih Lord of heaven." ray palmer. Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee Clothed with all majesty divine, Eternal power and glory be ! Eternal praise, of right, is thine. 3 Thy throne, God, for ever stands: Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right; Justice and grace are thy delight. 4 God, thine own God, has richly shed 2 Reign, Prince of life ! that once thy brow His oil of gladness on thy head; Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn; And with his Sacred Spirit blessed Reign, throned beside the Father now, His first-born Son above the rest. Adored the Son of God first-born. 3 From angel hosts that round thee stand, dO Er r W- i a WOO Christ, our A dvocate. a. Steele. He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! What joy the blest assurance gives 1 And now, before his Father, God, Pleads the full merits of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice armed with frowns appears ; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 3 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us ou his heart. 4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! On him our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. O O 4: ' • Behold the Way /" j. cennick. 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 had sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief, my burden, long had been Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I am the Way!" 5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, dear Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am, Nothing but sin I thee can give; Nothiug but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell, to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I '11 point to thy redeeming blood, And say, ''Behold the way to God \ n A ionement made. 335 Xow to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honors given ; He saves from hell, — we bless his name- He guides our wandering feet to heaven. 2 'Twas his own purpose that began To rescue rebels doomed to die: He gave us grace in Christ, his Son, Before he spread the starry sky. 3 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down. 4 He dies; and in that dreadful night Doth all the powers of hell destroy; Rising, he brings our heaven to light, And takes possession of the joy. 130 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, j ai^g^^ j^jpp^g SAMSOH. L. M, 1 r» .0 — 0. f +' I i 1. Come, let us sing the song of songs, The saints in heaven began the strain, The homage which to Christ be- 3 3 " totted ^ * wfr\ t ImFhtvh :p p^pg E "Worthy fhe Lamb, for he was slain ! : I IS §^ w ^Pt^^ & — &- OdO "The Song of Songs." j. Montgomery. Come, let us sing the song of songs, — The saints in heaven began the strain — The homage which to Christ belongs: " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God — "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 3 To him, enthroned by filial right, All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain 1" 4 Long' as we live, and when we die, And while in heaven with him we reign: This song, our song of songs shall be: Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain P ALL SAINTS. L, M. WILLIAM KNAPP. §S Be hum - ble hon - ors paid be - low 2 And strains of no - bier praise a A bove. #-#- ■#- #- + -f- f- -a. £ m m FF=F OO f The atoning Priest. I. watts Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honors paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 'Twas he who cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in his precious blood; 'Tis he who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be everlasting power confessed I Let every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold ! on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move; Though with our sins we pierced him once, He now displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day; Come, Lord ! nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay. EXALTATION AND OFFICES. 131 OOO Christ is God. I. watts. What equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing, Are far inferior to thy name ? 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groaned and died, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his almighty Father's side. 3 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustained amazing loss; BENNINGTON, L. M. D. To him ascribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross. 4 Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. 5 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men: Let angels sound his sacred name, And every creature say, Amen. FROM PERCIVAL. 1. Our Lord is ris - en from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are . ■*■■•- ■•- ■#-••#- m captive led, Dragged to the por - tals of the sky. There his triumphal cha-riot waits, And angels + + *.. ^Ji J i ^ , £S £=* w- -i — i — rS S -ri — r^Tf-i ■# i P— V P* chant the solemn lay: — " Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! Ye ever-last-ing doors! give way! §S5 3Z g V-t^-b<" U **=*£ ^a ff C. WESLEY. I" f OOtF Psalm 04. Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged 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 the ethereal scene: He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in. 10 Who is this King of glory — who? The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ; Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 3 Lo I his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: — "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates I Ye everlasting doors ! give way. * Who is this King of glory — who ? The Lord of boundless power possessed; The King of saints and angels, too, God over all, for ever blessed. THE HOLY SPIRIT. J. WHITAKER. Thy pow'r con - veys our bless - ings down From God the Fa - ther and the Son. m ■&£■£& •ef- 'Sr. ~^l -0. f 1» <# ±± -# # ,*== &- 5?: Otfvr ' Inward Teachings." I. watt Eternal Spirit, we confess And sing the wonders of thy grace: Thy power conveys our blesssings down From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day; Thiue inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge too. 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin; All our imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. ' Vent, Creator.' E. caswall, tr. 351 Come, Creator Spirit blest ! And in our souls take up thy rest; Come, with thy grace, and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Great Comforter ! to thee we cry; O highest gift of God most high I O fount of life ! O fire of love ! Send sweet anointing from above ! 3 Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love; With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. tFtF/W " The book unfold." b. beddome. Come, blessed Spirit ! source of light ! Whose power and grace are unconfined, Dispel the gloomy shades of night — The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 To mine illumined eyes, display The glorious truths thy word reveals; Cause me to run the heavenly way, Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below, And excellence of things above. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, To show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God. OtlO Spirit of grace. P. doddridge. Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love: Oh, turn to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy sovereign power be known. 2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise; While all their glowing souls are borne To seek that grace which now they scorn. 3 Oh, let a holy flock await In crowds around thy temple-gate ! Each pressing on with zeal to be A living sacrifice to thee. THE HOLY SPIRIT, 135 PRINCE. L.M. i m i & FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY. FINE. t=t=t wk ±-&- 1. Come, gracious Spir - it, heaven- ly Dove, With light and comfort from a - bove: D. B. — O'er every thought and step pre - side. -#-#- mm Be thou our guardian, ft. <* P- IS ie -PB — 1 P- «-•--*- thou our guide ! E=E zc 1 Invocation. s. BROWNE, a//. 354 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above: Be thou our guardian, thou our guide \ O'er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness — the road That we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Xor let us from his precepts stray. 4 Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with him for ever blest; Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — Fullness of joy for ever there ! ZEPHYR, L, M. W. B. BRADBURY. iS^f^^pSS^i 1. Sore the blest Comforter is nigh. 'T is he sustains my fainting heart ; Else would my hopes forever die. And every cheering ray depart. trtftf The Spirit near. a. Steele. Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes for ever die, And every cheering ray depart. 2 "Whene'er, to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, — Can it be less than power divine, That animates these strong desires? 3 And, when my cheerful hope can say,— I love my God and taste his grace, — Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray, That brings this dawn of sacred peace ? 4 Let thy good Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, God of love I And light and heavenly peace impart, — Sweet earnest of the joys above. " " " Giver of Rest. stewart. Come, Holy Spirit 1 calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God; Remove each vain, each worldly thought, And lead me to thy blest abode. 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul A living spark of holy fire ? Oh, kindle now the sacred flame; Make me to burn with pure desire-. 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, And let me now my Saviour see; Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart, And bid my spirit rest in thee. 136 THE HOLY SPIRIT. STEPHENS, 14 CM, WM. JONES. 1. Come, Holy Spirit, hearenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, Bndleaflaraeof sa-cred lore In these cold hearts of ours. or;? V tw t Invocation. I. \v Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look 1 how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At'this poor dying rate — Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. CHESTER, CM, I— =*: &r^B: THOS. HASTINGS. 4=v -#-#- ■Q-#r4— 4- a 1. O Ho- ly Ghost, the Com-fort - er, How is W%=*=t thy love de spised, While the heart longs for sym-pa- thy And friends are i - dol - ized, And friends are i - dol - ized. ms A — — L P3J> 0^ jSZ. #— W^ OOo The Comforter 1 s bve. J. E. SAXBY. O Holy Ghost, the Comforter, How is thy love despised, While the heart longs for sympathy And friends are idolized. 2 Spirit of the living God, Brooding with dove-like wings Over the helpless and the weak Among created things 1 3 Where should our feebleness find strength. Our helplessness a stay, Didst thou not bring us hope and help, And comfort, day by day ? 4 Great are thy consolations, Lord. And mighty is thy power, In sickness and in solitude, In sorrow's darkest hour. 5 Oh, if the souls that now despise And grieve thee, heavenly Dove, Would seek thee, and would welcome thee, How would they prize thy love ! THE HOLY SPIRIT. 137 ELVET. CM. g fe^EE* J. B. DYKES. ta i ** -a- 1. Why should the chil - dren of a King Go mourning all their days? U h 1 .*- V i P h ' J r\ jLWl i J J - 1 i r?TV 7 * * 3 » 4> :« _ vV J f4 « 4 * i jj ■J # £ ^ Great 1 Com -fort s — V u de - * t scend, and bring Some to i — a r» — - kens — — of thy grace. Rl-rb— 1 b -f7— 1 1 -i H — * — # 1 — 1 — * — ~g -^ r>k * **» ! V \7 f * l 1 ! Otfe/ Assurance. i. watt Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven ? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home. OOl/ Sanctification. T. COTTERILL. Eternal Spirit, God of truth, Our contrite hearts inspire; Revive the flame of heavenly love, And feed the pure desire 2 'T is thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, With guilt and fear oppressed ; 'Tis thine to bid the dying live, And give* the weary rest. 3 Subdue the power of every sin, Whate'er that sin may be, That we, with humble, holy heart, May worship only thee. 4 Then with our spirits witness bear That we are sons of God, Redeemed from sin, from death and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood. P M BOARDMAN, 3: GEORGE KINGSLEY, arr. a 3t=* g * '* -0—0- &- £ fea M 1. Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days ~^, rj ♦ *** I e f- J eh Ff 22: 221 t=£±=P !bfc ^-#: ^:2zt ^5=|=xg==i^ ^— ^ fe*=£ ^ gS^I Great Com-fort - er, de - scend and bring Some to - kens of thy grace. S^E B :sz F^ffe-t^P ^ 138 THE HOLY SPIRIT. HAYDtf. S. M, P. J. HAYDN. I. Come, flo - ly Spirit, come ! Let thy bright beams arise ; J. HART. r tf Vl A Giver of Grace. Come, Holy Spirit, come! Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us of our sin; Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The mercies of our God. 3 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove. pel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. 5 Come, Holy Spirit, come; Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and thee. MOENINGTON. S. M. n # fti 1 is il m 1 ^ G. W. MORN 1 | IXGTON. V trJfii*j i ^ i 1 J 1 J 1 1 IMSi J J j l 1 1 # f J * J J m B ff 4 1 — * — i- — « — — w. — -J— ^— 1 * -3 4- -d i-jl :* 4 2 1 — 1. Blest Com - fort - ter 11 Jr * t 1 3 — di - L - r vine, r Whose rays -J of heavenly love J J m m n k#jif=? — « — lA -\ — p— ^ 1 " '[ -fzr _ji 9 — ~Jfl " ft ^4- | + ^— — v — — ^ -1 1 & fe£ * tag A - mid our gloom and dark - ness shine, H J J And point our souls - bove ; — V L. H. SIGOUKNEY. O 6 Z " 5«K :«fl// voice. ' Blest Comforter divine, Whose rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And point our souls above: — 2 Thou, who with " still small voice, Dost stop the sinner's way, And bid the mourning saint rejoice, Though earthly joys decay; — 3 Thou, whose inspiring breath Can make the cloud of care, And ev'n the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear; — 4 Thou, who dost fill the heart With love to all our race; — Blest Comforter, to us impart The blessings of thy grace. WHITEFIELD. S. K o 1 * E > 1 THE 1 , KOLY —J SPIRH r. i 139 EDWARD MILLER. ^ 1 . - d £2 9 9- fc~ 9 . N — 9 1 i ^*~ rn r T\ rt m * 1 ! ™V"* - J a # J 1 * * J J 1. Come, Ho - ly Spir ■ ■9- ■#- • 'it, i come, With -0- en ■ er - gy di - vine; i~\' ♦> * * • ■ 9 • 0. # * J * * s? ^-i. & 9 # * - S A |« # • * • • 9 If r • » 4 i y _ , 1 V 9 • 1 ■^J I - ! — • —- ' -i J V s K ^ # 4 i L k . « * # «j I ik J J J 1 9 * * * " : v m m 9 # • # " ir * And on this poor be - ■9- night ■9- 9 ■ ed 9 • soul, ) -0- With beams of mer f- f- -1 ♦ cy m shine. c^* la # • # fi • # , f ^j. 9 m m r s — V — V — £ • 9 p S L_^ — * ^J ■*■• — —9 — ' 1 t OUO The heart melted. b. beddome. Come, Holy Spirit, corne, With energy divine; And on this poor benighted soul, With beams of mercy shine. 2 Oh, melt this frozen heart; This stubborn will subdue; Each evil passion overcome, And form me all anew. 3 Mine will the profit be, But thine shall be the praise; And unto thee will I devote The remnant of my days. 004 Teaching Truth. B. beddome. Come, Spirit, source of light, Thy grace is unconfined; Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The darkness of the mind. 2 Now to our eyes display The truth thy words reveal ; Cause us to run the heavenly way, Delighting in thy will. 3 Thy teachings make us know The mysteries of thy love, The vanity of things below, The joy of things above. 4 "While through this maze we stray, Oh, spread thy beams abroad; Disclose the dangers of the way, And guide our steps to God. 365 He works in us. J. MONTGOMERY. 'Tis God the Spirit leads In paths before unknown; The work to be performed is ours, The strength is all his own. 2 Supported by his grace We still pursue our way; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 3 'Tis he that works to will, 'Tis he that works to do; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too. OLNET. S. M, •7T-9~9- 1. lis God the Spirit leads In paths before unknown; The work to be performed is oars, The strength is all his own. *l - ■ rt S I 140 THE HOLY SPIRIT, MERCY, 7s. E. p. Parker, arr. 1. Ho 1 Ghost ! with light di - vine ."J Shine up - on this heart of g & 3£ *-<»- t=± & =^P m T&—£Z3t J^rzH #* ^- SEE ■*■- -#~^- 22 Chase the shades ot night Pg ^ U-4^ id^ -±t — — f- way, Turn my dark - ness in - to day. r\ m r+ j _ i -JSL & m --P P dOD All-divine. A. reed Holy Ghost ! with light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine; Chase the shades of night away, Turn my darkness into day. 2 Holy Ghost ! with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine; Long hath sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. 3 Holy Ghost ! with joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine; Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 4 Holy Spirit ! all-divine, Dwell within this heart of mine ; Cast down every idol-throne, Reign supreme — and reign alone. ir. FULTON. 7s £ £ i- W. B. BRADBURY. m & A-&- *—*-+ jt± 22: -*-• ^-* cious Spir it, Love *-#— * f thy light with - in me shine; 1. G-ra Let S P Pi #-* -«- fN*# 9-1 -0 0~4 0- 9-+ m All my guilt - y fears re - move, -0. * £ Q-> ? £- Fill sr me with thy heavenly love. /I m I ^ v=$ T 367 "Keep me, L>rd.'" j. stocker. Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me with thy heavenly love. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God; Wash me in his precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast, — Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord ! for ever thine. THE HOLY SPIRIT, 141 NEW HAVEN. 6s, 4s, THOS. HASTINGS. PS ■& — * — * — ~ir~* — * — zr 1. Come, Ho-ly Ghost! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Di - vine-ly a g g /f ' «■ ,g ■&-*-■?- f £ f- -fg- J J _ -(2. ^ ft £=£ 3bg: tm T^ BE r-^- ^#3 £3 -« — ? ^=s E^ s: :t S= IE * i "i — r good thou art; Thy sacred gifts im-part, To gladden each sad heart; Oh, come to ^H -»&- 1 — r -*-■#•■#■ SEE f«— p- dOO "Oh,cvme to-day." ray palmer, /r. Come, Holy Ghost ! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Divinely good thou art; Thy sacred gifts impart, To gladden each sad heart; Oh, come to-day ! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest ! With sooothing power; Rest, which the weary know; Shade, 'mid the noontide glow ; Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; Cheer us, this hour ! 3 Come, Light serene ! and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: We know no dawn but thine; Send forth thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest. 4 Exalt our low desires; Extinguish passion's fires; Heal every wound; Our stubborn spirits bend; Our icy coldness end; Our devious steps attend, While heavenward bound. 5 Come, all the faithful bless, Let all, who Christ confess, His praise employ: Give virtue's rich reward; day ! J3. I Victorious death accord, And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy ! 369 "Let there be light." j. Marriott. Thou I whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, "Let there be light!" 2 Thou ! who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, — Oh, now to all mankind, "Let there be light I " 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving holy Dove ! Speed forth thy flight: Move o'er the waters' 'face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place, "Let there be light!" 4 Blessed and holy Three, All-glorious Trinity, — Wisdom, Love, Might ! Boundless as ocean's tide Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, — "Let there be light!" 140 THE HOLY SPIRIT. MERCY, 7s. Hf u j — i ±=^u=^u e. p. parker, arr. *—* &1 ?2L $m l.Ho 1 IF M Ghost ! with light di - vine, ."J Shine up - ■I- 1 this heart of fc=ft g: 4-tg - =* Chase i* -#— #■ 3F ^sb^a #± the shades ot J night K~^ 3t ^— * st 23: -54-^- a 5w^fc4 way, -- Fill me with thy heavenly love. AU my guilt y fears re - move, & F=f BE =F OO # " Keep me, L>rd!" j. stocker. Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove, Pill me with thy heavenly love. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God; Wash me in his precious blood. r — X 3 Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast, — Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord 1 for ever thine. THE HOLY SPIRIT, 141 NEW HAVEN. 6s, 4s, THOS. HASTINGS. m 1. Come, Ho-ly Ghost! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Di - vine-ly dte * % t ifr^ g fr-J I ^? -»- =to^ t=p2 *_#_ ft r — i— f * &- good thou art; Thy sacred gifts im-part, To fff - = -g — h — I W r^ t=t gladden each sad heart ; Oh, come to - day S: =i«— P- fe* * ^r I r ^ dOO "Oh,come to-day.'" ray palmer, /r. Come, Holy Ghost ! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Divinely good thou art; Thy sacred gifts impart, To gladden each sad heart; Oh, come to-day ! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest ! With sooothing power; Rest, which the weary know; Shade, 'mid the noontide glow ; Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; Cheer us, this hour ! 3 Come, Light serene ! and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: We know no dawn but thine; Send forth thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest. 4 Exalt our low desires; Extinguish passion's fires; Heal every wound; Our stubborn spirits bend; Our icy coldness end ; Our devious steps attend, While heavenward bound. 5 Come, all the faithful bless, Let all, who Christ confess, His praise employ: Give virtue's rich reward; Victorious death accord, And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy ! OOtJ u Let there be light" j. Marriott. Thou ! whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, "Let there be light!" 2 Thou ! who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, — Oh, now to all mankind, "Let there be light 1" 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving holy Dove ! Speed forth thy flight: Move o'er the waters' 'face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place, "Let there be light!'' 4 Blessed and holy Three, All-glorious Trinity, — Wisdom, Love, Might ! Boundless as ocean's tide Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, "Let there be light!" 142 THE HOLY SPIRIT "'"c. M. Pentecost. j. keble. When God, of old, came down from heaven, In power and wrath he came ; Before his feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. 2 But when he came the second time, He came in power and love ; Softer than gales at morning prime, Hovered his holy Dove. 3 The fires that rushed on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light a glorious crown On every sainted head. 4 Like arrows went those lightnings forth, Winged with the sinner's doom • But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth Proclaiming life to come. Oil. 7S . " The thing? of Christ." \v. hammond. Holy Spirit ! gently come, Raise us from our fallen state ; Fix thy everlasting home In the hearts thou didst create. 2 Now thy quickening influence bring, On our spirits sweetly move j Open every mouth to sing Jesus' everlasting love. 3 Take the things of Christ, and show What our Lord for us hath done ; May we God the Father know Through his well-beloved Son. «><« 7Si 6s, 8s. The Witness. A. M. toplady. Blessed Comforter, come down, And live and move in me j Make my every deed thy own, In all things led by thee ; Bid my every lust depart, And now with me, vouchsafe to dwell j Faithful Witness, in my heart Thy perfect love reveal. 2 Let me in thy love rejoice, Thy shrine, thy pure abode; Tell me, by thine inward voice, I am a child of God : Lord, I choose the better part ; Jesus, I wait thy peace to feel j Send the witness, in my heart The Holy Ghost reveal. ° • & c. M. The Promise. H.' aubbr. Our blest Hedeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed, With us on earth to dwell. 2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue ; All powerful as the wind he came, And all as viewless, too. 3 He came, sweet influence to impart, • A gracious, willing Guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to fix his rest. 4 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Is his and his alone. 5 Spirit of purity and grace ! Our weakness pitying see ; Oh, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, Purer and worthier thee ! 374- I * 7s, 5s. w Comforter Divine I " g. rawson. Holy Ghost, the Infinite ! Shine upon our nature's night With thy blessed inward light, Comforter Divine ! 2 We are sinful : cleanse us, Lord j We are faint : thy strength afford j Lost, — until by thee restored, Comforter Divine ! 3 Like the dew, thy peace distill j Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter Divine ! 4 In us, for us, intercede, And, with voiceless groanings, Our unutterable need, Comforter Divine ! 5 In us " Abba, Father," cry,- Earnest of our bliss on high, Seal of immortality, — Comforter Divine ! 6 Search for us the depths of God j Bear us up the starry road, To the height of thine abode, Comforter Divine ! THE HOLY SPIRIT. 143 QWf W. H. BATHURST. OlO s .M. The Light. Lord, bid thy light arise On all thy people here, And when we raise our longing eyes, Oh, may we find thee near ! 2 Thy Holy Spirit send, To quicken every soul ; And hearts, the most rebellious, bend To thy divine control. 3 Let all that own thy name Thy sacred image bear ; And light in every heart the flame Of watchfulness and prayer. 4 Since in thy love we see Our only sure relief, Oh, raise our earthly minds to thee, And help our unbelief. W jr. Invocation. Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire, Let us thine influence prove ; Source of the old prophetic fire ! Fountain of life and love ! 2 Water with heavenly dew thy word, In this appointed hour ; Attend it with thy presence, Lord, And bid it come with power. 3 Open the hearts of them that hear, To make the Saviour room ; ITow let us find redemption near j Let faith by hearing come. did H. M. Luke II : 13. J. BURTON. O thou that nearest prayer ! Attend our humble cry j And let thy servants share Thy blessing from on high : We plead the promise of thy word, Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry j If they, with love sincere, Their children's wants supply ; Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray. 3 Our heavenly Father, thou, — We — children of thy grace, — Oh, let thy Spirit now Descend and fill the place j That all may feel the heavenly flame And all unite to praise thy name. wCTv l. m. " Baptize the Nations I ' " j. Montgomery. Spirit of the living God, In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race. 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word j Give power and unction from above, Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light j Confusion, order, in thy path ; Souls without strength inspire with might j Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 4 Baptize the nations ! far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record j The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call him Lord. 144 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. SHAWMUT. S. M. LOwfeLL mason, arr. & 1. Oh, where shall ?est 19- be found— Rest for the ■fi- wea w :zl s: f soul' 1 J I * -p "5 9 w^z^--^ z^t-i-^—^-z 'T were vain the o - cean depths to sound, Or pierce to eith - er pole. sis ■&• -&- & -- 1—J £»^ Oul Deut. 30: 19. J. MONTGOMERY. Oh, where shall rest be found — Rest for the weary soul? 'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh: *Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death 1 5 Lord God of truth and grace ! Teach us that death to shun; Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone. GOETON. S, M. FROM BEETHOVEN. l^piPi^^^iiiis^P 1. Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away tbe stain. 00 , * *t n^^ib ■SEE r— P-p- I I #. -p- p- F OO/W n None other name? i- watts. Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb Takes all our sins away, A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love. MAN'S LOST CONDITION* 145 GANGES, O.P.M. S. CHANDLER. i -N— fv — \-*-m fi — « m- £fe *— e J=f -z-z A 1 £* §3 1. Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go ; 4-^ ? f E - S hS=F ^_#. J4 -•- i N S st— *— * £-lJ J J i iattr -4 —4--T ^f One solemn truth, increased my pain, "The sinner must be born a-gain,'' Or sink to end-less woe. h i I £-^-£ E *=± v- feztzd: OuU Regeneration needed. s. OCCVM. Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go; One solemn truth increased my pain, "The sinner must be born again," Or sink to endless woe. 2 I heard the law its thunders roll, While guilt lay heavy on my soul — A vast oppressive load; All creature-aid I saw was vain; u The sinner must be born again," Or drink the wrath of God. 3 But while I thus in anguish lay, The bleeding Saviour passed that way, My bondage to remove. The sinner, once by justice slain, Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love. MEEIEAH. C. P. M. ^3 C WESLEY, v y • 1 I WO a u In jeopardy" 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 yon heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 2 God ! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress: Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me ere it be too late; Wake me to righteousness. 3 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord 1 shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ! LOWELL MASON. in-sen-si - ble {A point of time, a moment's space, j Removes me to yon heavenly place, J Or shuts me up in helL BE^t d: !=rf zz: 10 p-f-f 146 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. MONSON. CM. S. R. BROWN. dEi fefe m & j=^ 1ST i-^ ■+- *• Uz—l- fi ■(2- 1. How help - less guilt - y na - ture lies, Un - con - scious of its load & i=i=£ -0—fL t=c € m ^3 iiifn ^ i i d==± 3 I ?z #-# ■25^ God. §S The heart, un - changed, can nev - er ' & £— r-<2 *— r ^i !" - I To i-a =* s hap pi - ness and pg^ f 6? OOO The load of Sin. a. stee How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load ! The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God. 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue ? ? T is thine, almighty Spirit 1 thine, To form the heart anew. 3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall From reason's darkened eyes ; — 4 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live; A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. 5 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord ! be thine. OOvF No escape. i. watts. In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own: Nothing, O Saviour ! but thy blood Can bring us near the throne. 2 The threatenings of the broken law Impress the soul with dread: If God his sword of vengeance draw, It strikes the spirit dead. 3 But thine illustrious sacrifice Hath answered these demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Are offered by thy hands. 4 Tis by thy death we live, O Lord I 'Tis on thy cross we rest: For ever be thy love adored, Thy name for ever blessed. OO I "Sin revived'. I died." i. watts. Lord, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread ! 1 was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; But since the precept came With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am. 3 My guilt appeared but small before, Till terribly I saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Was thine eternal law. 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load; My sins revived again: I had provoked a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain. 5 My God, I cry with every breath For some kind power to save, To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave. MAN'S LOST COND ON, 14t ARUNDEL. CM.. Ulii^Sg^Ss^pa 1. Vain are the hopes, the sons of men Ou their own works have built ; Their hearts, by nature, all unclean, And all their actions, guilt. ^te rf.J, &- *--<9- 0** rv ^^; Sfl *H§i dOO "All Guilty." I. watts. Tain are the hopes, the sons of men On their own works have built ; Their hearts, by nature, all unclean, And all their actions, guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murmuring word; And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord. 3 Jesus ! how glorious is thy grace; — When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness, That makes the sinner just. HUMMEL. CM. Oo\l The Strait Way. I. watts. Strait is the way, the door is strait, That leads to joys on high; 'Tis but a few that find the gate While crowds mistake and die. 2 Beloved self must be denied, The mind and will renewed, Passion suppressed, and patience tried, And vain desires subdued. 3 Lord ! can a feeble, helpless worm Fulfill a task so hard ! Thy grace must all my work perform, And give the free reward. C. ZEUNER. spii^^pfeieiiiiiiil 1, How sad our state by nature is! Our sin-how deep it stains! And Satan I J I our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. h * I ^ -. ^mmisMmmmmm l^v-v- Ot/U The Soul ruined. I. watts. How sad our state by nature is I Our sin — how deep it stains ! And Satan holds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace, Sounds from the sacred word ; " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust a pardoning Lord." 3 My soul obeys the almighty call, And runs to this relief ; I would believe thy promise, Lord: Oh, help my unbelief ! 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my Strength and Righteousness, My Saviour and my All. 11 QQ1 *-* v X Utter helplessness. I. watts. Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 2 The sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace ; Born in the image of his Son, A new, peculiar race. 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, Breathes on the sons of flesh, New-models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise From the long sleep of death ; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. 148 WELLS. L.M. gjr*4 I THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. ± Israel holdroyd, arr. ^nrrrr-t *=3=? wm 1. Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk to - geth - er the %% ■? — r f=*=F^ t ■*—? -9 — V But wis - dom shows a nar - row path, With here and there a tra - vel - er. m iT m ^ f=p OtJ& The narrow path. 1. watts. Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," — Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. BEPENTANCE. L. M. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain: Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. THEO. E. PERKINS. i i t=« i=t 1 22: 2 4— at T* zz: 22: ^r 1. Je grave £ 7^ "*■ 1 my heart, That thou the one thing need- ful *-# -^?- 3 W=F _^_ i b i ii 1 ¥ ■zr jz: 75 -*?*- I could from all things part - ed #• -r^- <•&- -&• ^ m &- .&- 1 \^f"*- But nev - er, nev - er, Lord, from thee. ->£>- ■*• •*- ->«- -^- -*- ^5 ^ Ff O t/ O «« 0«* /,&/«£• needful. " s. m edley . Jesus, engrave it on my heart, That thou the one thing needful art; 1 could from all things parted be, But never, never, Lord, from thee. 2 Needful is thy most precious blood, To reconcile my soul to God; Needful is thy indulgent care; Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. r=f -»- 3 Needful art thou, my guide, my stay, Through all life's dark and weary way; Nor less in death thou 'It needful be, To bring my spirit home to thee. 4 Then needful still, my God, my King, Thy name eternally I '11 sing ! Glory and praise be ever his, — The one thing needful Jesus is ! MANS LOST CONDITION, 149 PRAYER, S. Iff. LEON'ARD MARSHALL. 1. Can sinners hope for heaven. Who lore this world so well ? Or dream of fn • tnre hap - pi - ness, While on the road to hell ? gjjj fgp gg ^l^i pii & &^&- d«/i Pardon and Purity. b. beddomk. Can sinners hope for heaven, Who love this world so well ? Or dream of future happiness, While on the road to hell ? 2 Shall they hosannas sing, With an unhallowed tongue ? Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbor wrong ? 3 Thy grace, God, alone, Good hope can e'er afford ! The pardoned and the pure shall see The glory of the Lord. OtJO "Ail downward." I. watts. Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God — Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour, AY hen God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke ! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 But God shall raise his head, O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed, To recompense his pain. *'*7*-' "Jesus only." h. bonar. Not what these hands have done Can save this guilty soul: Not what this toiling flesh has borne Can make my spirit whole. 2 Xot what I feel or do Can give me peace with God; Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, Can bear my awful load. 3 Thy work alone, Christ, Can ease this weight of sin; Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, Can give me peace within. IOWA, S, M tf t i i J j jj Jl j \ \ ji l J ft JE feM \i l 1 1 M i l Al ll 1. A charge to keep I have, A Gud to glo-ri - fy, A nev-er - dy - ing soul to save, And fit it for the sky, ff-^^tW? m^mm^ mm OU i Probation. A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill; Oh, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will. C. WESLEY. tx 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die. 150 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE, COWPER, CM, $mmmmmm R=F LOWELL MASON. "1 &=±g=gl m 1. There is a foun - tain filled with blood, Drawn from Im - man - uel's veins ; And SISgS 'Hi JSL :s: ± JSL -ffi. £? a p 5 3 3: t=t =ip^|i=B p p fa? szt sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilt -y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains. me ■&-T ?—a~ ■*—?- « ■&- A S^ jS- s: _^_ #— «- i W. COWPER. dt/a z^a. i 3 : 1. There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be, till I die. FOUNTAIN. CM. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I '11 sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. qqq tf tf U The Gospel. s. medley. Oh, what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found, Suited to every sinner's case Who hears the joyful sound ! 2 Come, then, with all your wants and Your every burden bring; [wounds; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, — A deep celestial spring. 3 This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts: Come, thirsty souls ! your wants disclose And drink, with thankful hearts. WESTERN AIR. km^msm^^ 'St here is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged be - neath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains. ±£ m 1ST 3*# m THE ATONEMENT. 151 ARLINGTON. CM. T. A. ARNE. -£ S3 * 1. A maz - ing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like Pfl -y» — ^ *-±—W "i — ^ 3: m me : -Xr=X=i =^M p4 n£ & once was lost, but now am found, &- m *- a- -&. & *± Was blind, but 42. + £ 2£ now I ^ f ^tvfvf "Amazing grace." 1 J. newton. Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me ! 1 once was lost, but now am found — Was blind, but now I see. 2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed I 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 Yea — when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, 1 shall possess, within the vail, A life of joy and peace. 5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be for ever mine. *"■*■ "Salvation." I. WATTS. Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound I 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay; — But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. SIMPSON. CM. i J=t FROM LOUIS SPOHtt. m 3=F ^ mm i 1. Sal - va - tion!— oh, the joy t P i — ; — ful sound! 'Tis pleas • ure -*■ u range the sweet plains on the bankg 2 Ye souls that are wounded ! oh, flee to of the river, the Saviour ! And sing of salvation for ever and ever ! He calls you in mercy, 'tis infinite favor; Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. LOVING-KINDNESS. L. M r -w 1. Awake, mysoul,to joyfullays,Andsingthy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claimsasong from me, fetlilfe] His loving-kindness, oh, how free! Loving kindness, loving-kindness, His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! THE ATONEMENT, THE NINETY AND NINE. P. M. _ 1. Therewere ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter^ of the fold, But^ one was out on the A**: J^X-^i¥^5— 5— #- r ^-^-^ P i » » t > » #-* #-r I r#-#-T-»-#-»- » •-» — , H-ritW-Hffl JjyTtjj £-ft-* *~ WT-& -N K h -■*—*—*: •0S-0 — #- hills a - way, Far off from the gates of gold— A - way on the moun-tains # 9—r-O-*- wild and bare, way from the ten-der Shepherd's care, A -way from the tender Shepherd's cara, a # — — r-0 — r 0-^—O —0 0— ri m Ct *- ♦:*.* J3 ■u- i- b— Eg a 4:11 d " 7V ^a^ tffo lost" e. c. clephane. There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold, But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold — Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 2 " Lord , thou hast here thy ninety and nine : Are they nx>t enough for thee?" But the Shepherd made answer: "This of Has wandered away from me: [mine And although the road be rough and steep I go to the desert to find my sheep." 3 But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Xor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere he found his sheep that was lost; Out in the desert he heard its cry — 'Twas helpless and sick, and ready to die. 4 But all through the mountains, thunder- And up from the rocky steep, [riven, There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, "Rejoice ! I have found my sheep !" And the angels echoed around the throne, "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own I" S. MEDLEY. 4:U'x l. m. Loving-kindness. Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me: His loving-kindness, oh, how free 1 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate: His loving-kindness, oh, how great 1 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along: His loving-kindness, oh, how strong ! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood: His loving-kindness, oh, how good I 154 THE GOSPEL OF GRACE. p LENOX, S. M, t=t L. EDSON. e»f 1. Arise,my soul, arise: Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; ■»--# I ?-0 ffiH Before the throne my Surety stands : JJJi i ujJnN trrtti- r 5 m w w -+ Before the throne my Surety stands : My name is written on his hands. - r EJ t=r #_#_^__#_ w-w-m- r — 7 — v — „ — =_ :£: .&. ^2. F fore the throne my Surety stands: Before the throne my Surety stands: My name iswrittenon his hands tt:"tf £>«?• Surety. c. wesl Arise, my soul, arise ! Shake oif thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands: My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear; He owns me for his child; I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. :rvU Year of Jubilee. c. wesley. 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 ransomed 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 ransomed sinners, home. GLASGOW . CM- i N ft ft- ~~^ S i — rr- -f- G. F. ROOT. 1. Great L^-J — J- God, when I r*-± 1 P— 1 1 1 -4r ap - — #— 1 ' proach thy throne, r _# fit (L^ -_, ( 1 — *- And ■ » -, all — 3 — 9 — *~ thy glo - ry -75* see; «^-M— !p — ^i P — F — » — _ * »_J!_ 1 — v-* -I -f— M^ -^— 1 p "STt S £ N J> h 1 This r=T^ is my stay, and this a - lone, That Je - sus died for ft 2£ 1 1 .a. THE ATONEMENT. 155 ATHENS. C. M. D. N F. GIARDINI. 1. Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,Prepare a tuneful voice ; In God, the life of all my joys, D. s. — Up-on a poor, pollut - ed worm, 4-fi- t=t ^*- • • • 0- *—*—*- ^p--p *— P * ^r ' r nr T rtf -P3- P5 D.S. s §3*33 i ' ; A - loud will I re - joice. He makes his graces shine. =*Th -0 0- 0-^0- 'T is he adorned my nak - ed soul, And made sal-va-tion mine ^ B -v- J tt r5 ^-*—^ v— •-v- -^-a -?«-^- 7V* » i— j t,y| ii *- s^= j±j Find in ci:, b f f. n L # E # — J — me thine all in 1 b 1 1 i all. Je - sus paid it ■t f ■ gi 1 all, All to him I < ?we; - — M»— V- L ^— v- M -F F F F - M ^ — ^ — ^J -1 — F F V- h— - -1 >— U-^- J -H Sin had left cnm - son stain ; He washed it white as « m & i — ^>-r 411/ The debt paid. e. m. hall. 1 hear the Saviour say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in me thine all in all. Cho. — Jesus paid it all, All to him I owe ; Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow 2 Lord, now indeed I find Thy power, and thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone. — Cho. 3 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim — I'll wash my garment white In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.- -Cho. 4 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, Then "Jesus paid it all" Shall rend the vaulted skies. — Cho. 5 And when before the throne I stand in him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet. — Cho. SPANISH HYMN, 7s, 61. SPANISH MELODY. 1 , HMJ. | |y I I U.V. 1. Fromthe cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, \ What melodious sounds we hear, D.C."Loves redeeming work is done — Come and welcome, sinner, come!" (Bursting on the ravished ear! — A -0- * _ J . . »4 BEE -# — &- £* 2Z i W THE ATONEMENT, 151 I AM COMING. P.M. '? : ic h n 1 L. HARTSOUGH. s lfe>-V? — i— J. j* h h — |- -H fr— J £- — 1 m P 0— =i- d-j *-' 0—i — P- i. i iear thy wel-come — i — L^! 1 ! voice, 4 1 h n~ > ~'~~' That calls me, Lord, to P ' P P # thee, For -# 1 P — # — "i — *-b — ' sleansing in thy ■0- -0- -0- • .f f f y^jj ^ * • 0*0 00 -*- 1 Ml . =S=£=i J* |» 4-^-Hd^i ■* i> \rk L| / — > — ^_J - — ' " i \, v V » u u 1 <0,i, J >■ " , CHORl s. — N- $5^* s— H =fc - P~ — — h —P — fL- —0 — ^ — — t= Hp- ■» * 0— -i~ — — =g«= tr •— ' pre-cious blood, ♦• -0- /^ S:-rl; 7 > P 1 — ^ j That # • flowed 1 # . — | ... — 0— on * — s— Cal - va - -P #— 1 | i -Vr- *• 1 I -0 * —v- am ■0- V com ■0- Lord! €=: i » * — i i ft A i Tell me the old, old sto -ry, ■#-■#■-<$>-■#- e=tc=t ■»- O- ? t- r ^ *—t 2Z f± 3 P P M— I — t- u p E^ Ud^U-d d^ -4—*r -gr i-ft S *-^ •*— * «— ^ :^z til: »— * # <5>-- Tell me the old, old sto - ry, Tell me the old, old sto ry, Of Je - sus and his lova. 1 $-* t=tl jSL *—W- 3E |E-P- 4: 1 O 7^ j/^ry <2/7/** 0 -7—0- op - pressed, And make this last re - solve. §* A & :- T**" Esther 4: 16. e. jones. Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve; — 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sins Like mountains round me close; I know his courts, I '11 enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess; ^ I '11 tell him I 'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer; But if I perish, I will pray, And 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 for ever die." 162 THE GOSPELr-INVlTATIONS', BERA, L If. J. E. GOULD. te^fed *l=**±£= 1. Be - hold a Stran - ger at r the door ! He gent - ly knocks, has knocked be - fore, A.9A ^~ 4r2V AiWrW " God calling yet." j. borthwick. God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumber lie ? 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise? Can I his loving voice despise, And basely his kind care repay? He calls me still ; can I delay ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? I wait, but he does not forsake; He calls me still; my heart, awake ! 4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay; Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. THE G0SPEL:-INVITATI0NS. 163 SEASONS, LIE. feg feg=fe 1. Why will ■# — x-Sh- "?' waste on tri - fling cares That life which God's com- pas - sion spares? 1 1 ^_tf. 5* 3±± ^ 1 •*" 1 ai * r»-rH- * * ^ m 1 ^^ ^rf—£— _^ ^ *-= ^ gfe43==3^ 4-H- ^ssS — *- & \ tr f— While, p.. : , A in the L( #-l va - rious r 2 — r- -*S> « — | 1 range of t PP -^ ■ — # — *-& a — ^ i I hought, The one thing need -ful L^S — 0- is for got? r<5> j -\ i ^^ = " — r= p » ^=r- & m \f*- t - #->■ — i r=r '1 \ £-£ P- 1 1 h- 1 i I -F-; 1 ^d — 1 — i- — •- \-0. 1 1 T^O One Thing needful. p. dodoridge. Why will ye waste on trifling cares Tkat life which God's compassion spares? While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot ? 2 Shall God invite you from above ? Shall Jesus .urge his dying love ? Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? And all these pleas unite in vain? ASHWELL 3 Not so your eyes will always view Those objects which you now pursue; Not so will heaven and hell appear, When death's decisive hour is near. 4 Almighty God ! thy grace impart; Fix deep conviction on each heart: Nor let us waste on trilling cares That life which thy compassion spares. LOWELL MASON. 1. Oh, do not let the word de - part, And close thine eyes a - gainst the light Poor sin-ner, hard -en not thy heart -0 9 m •— rJ ^— -ffi Thou wouldst be saved; why not to - night' 4^4- a -•a "Why not to-night?" mrs. e. reed. Oh, do not let the word depart. And close thine eyes against the light ; Poor sinner, harden not thy heart : Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night ? 2 To-morrow's sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight; This is the time; oh, then be wise I Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 12 3 Our God in pity lingers still; And wilt thou thus his love requite? Renounce at length thy stubborn will; Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ? 4 Our blessed Lord refuses none Who would to him their souls unite; Then be the work of grace begun: Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night 1 164 THE GOSPEL-.-INVlTATIONS. MAETTN, 7s, D, S. B. MARSH. t=t tt £ ^vw= ? ±3? SF^ •tttAA.iP- m . j Sinners, torn, why will ye die? God. yonr Maker, asks you- I God, who did yonr be - ing give, Made you with hira-self to d. c. -Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and -«- • & ^-&—*^5> VAT- 1 Y a nd tW Ezekiel 33 : 11. 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 ye might live. teS?: igfig— T|-prg-»-'g-»-r ' g - L g *jg '. g~ &*&■ ^T |2±pifc± 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: Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? Why, ye long-sought sinners ! why, Will ye grieve your God, and die? C. WESLEY. HORTON. 7s. , XAVIER SCHNYDER VON WARTENSEE. U #un r^ j | ^, *. A* ft J 1 J 4 — ~ — — p- — 1 9 f- — 1 # #! ~* J— £- — H h5_ — 1— H— -9- — i ~~i — — * 1 — -* s— d-*-u*f- — 1 — '— 1. Come, said Je - sus' sa - 1 cred * r • r - f r r voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; CVT* ffl 1 1 * p # r ■ » 9'-¥nH > -1 m — -+— — H W-f f- J- 1 -f-*- tf !• ±— V T= y— ■ p 1— 1 /— L " 1*— F 1/ __J u oil K IS r^ J 1 rj 1 # J h v, >. * J_ ! J-# * •* « , i h J * ^r\ ft :<■ ~Ti# » -5 7 * * J J 1 •, # 7 r #t; # J # a : I 1 wiU guide you to your home, IS -#• ■#- — +- Wea - ry 1 pil - grim, hith ■ er come! CVlf » « 1 r r 1* ^•Jfii* 1 |a A * " 1 U L fp 6 1 *f -^ tf 1 P u « pf # 1 7 n ~] # r u r* 1 ^ r u i V 1 A. L. BARBAULD. *a rW O " Whosoever will. ' Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; 1 will guide you to your home, Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn; — 4 Hither come ! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. EXPOSTULATION, lis. 165 J. HOPKINS. i=t U +—r -&- ±=t *r* w %=£ -& — #* = 5 m 1. Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When G-od in great mercy is coming so nigh? mu - b^ — i E-.-tes — F — F 111 ^n rnpt t=f ^3 rf^-* 3 -' ^ ^S==^4 ^~T ^> ^ 3=* ^ D NowJe-sus in-vites you, the Spir-it says, Come, And an-gels are wait-ing to welcome you home. §S^g ^4- -£2-' -EEL fL +. m J2. *. 2 F^ i5^ ^-#^ r5? M I 4:« # "Why will ye die?" j. hopkins. Her voice is not heard in the vale of the Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, tomb ; When God in great mercy is corning so nigh? Her message unheeded will soon pass Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, away. And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, -.',., , , Long grieved and resisted, may take his 2 In riches, in pleasures, what can you 00- ga( j fli^t m tau ?' ».. ,. , . , And leave thee in darkness to finish thy To soothe your affliction, or banish your race _ , P ain • . . , To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. lo bear up your spirit when summoned to _ _ _ _ _ . . _ , die 4 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, Or waft you to mansions of glory on The earth shall dissolve and the heavens Irio.h \ shall fade, The dead, small and great, in the judgment 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to re- snal l stand ; ceive What power then, sinner, will lend Oh, how can you question, if you will believe ? thee its aid ! If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 4 <>q 'T is you he bids welcome ; he bids youcome *^ " A c< * uaint th y sel f-" knox. home. Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on d. 9 k thy road, Arwe? H I made haste." t. Hastings. a j vi *-\ j j i n i» n And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on Delay not, delay not, sinner, draw near, thy head, The waters of life are now flowing for And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. ' thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here; 2 Acquaint thyself quickly, sinner, with Redemption is purchased, salvation is . God, f ree And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad ; 2 Delay not, delay not, sinner, to come, Thy Safeguard in danger that threatens thy For Mercy still lingers and calls thee to- path ; day: Thy Joy in the valley and shadow of death. 166 THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS. NONE BUT JESUS. P.M. j — 9— « — « -j ■- } fe^Ml^^^ 1. Weeping will not save me— Though my face were bathed in tears, That could not allay my fears, f=P -^— p- t=f= ^3 :ti E*^ « 0- ?=S=it £ -# — # -# — #- ^=^ £?EfE£ J=f= ^ : Could not wash the sins of years, Weeping will not save me. *=H :p -l*->-> : i — i — r- Jesus wept and died for me : -• — » — » — #- S »- 53: I I i -»- I g g g P i=f=f ^=p=p 1 i I Jesus suffered on the tree : Jesus waits to make me free ; He a - lone can save me. f , J? J> ^td" "■ No other name." R. lowri Weepixg will not save me — Though my face were bathed in tears, That could not allay my fears, Could not wash the sins of years, — Weeping will not save me. — Cho. 2 Working will not save me — Purest deeds that I can do, Honest thought and feelings too, Cannot form my soul anew, — Working will not save me. — Cho. 3 Waiting will not save me — Helpless, guilty, lost, I lie; In my ear is mercy's cry; If I wait I can but die — Waiting will not save me. — Cho. 4 Faith in Christ will save me — Let me trust thy weeping Son; Trust the work that he has done; To his arms, Lord, help me run — Faith in Christ will save me. — Cho. GRACE. 8s. 7s, 4s. fefc ■4-i-r fefe^ £ -0 0- ^Vtt -*-& - c. c. converse, arr. -N- « f . P « f ir-0-0— w w~r*T0 — < 1. Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesusready stands to save you, sm -?—?. -^-+--0—0- 0—t—W- D. s. — He is a - ble, he is a • ble, I w -&-r- 1— *—*—* FIXE. 3 TTl4 rJ 4 1- 3=3=32 Full of pit - y, love and power. He is able, he is able, He is willing, doubt no more. -0 #- He is willing, doubt no more. fJr §^j .0—t—t- -0 — 0- -0—O- -fi-0-0-^- t—jt T • • ?- *—*— 0- ^ THE GOSPEL NVITATIONS. 16*1 COME, YE DISCONSOLATE, lis, 10s CHOIR. , ^= , ' — s- 2=33=r=}: m \'JM 3&A s> — g— *- L *- « S e) p — * *-+ 1. Come, ye dis-con-so-late, where'er ye lan-guish; Come to the mercy-seat, fer - vent-ly kneel ; '•4-. +- r.N &*-* =z=s =t # I— £ :^- #;* ££? -^ — # — * *-■*-&. & 0- -#-* Oh £ -*— ^ p z y — ^ J=t CONGREGATION. rfi sU ***=? ^ -•■:-•■ Herebringyourwoundedhearts, here tell your anguish, Earth has no sorrowthat heaven cannot heal. 9* *J^ ^FP^P £?—£—£ JL- h ^— #- ^-f-fhgzzEzt -# 1 #-rS — fcr5 S i < g - #-^- -|g g — »- | | :E=se S Ai#-n -*-M* 4:0 A " Here speaks the Comforter." t. moore. Come, ye disconsolate, where 'er ye languish : Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the stray- ing, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ; Here speaks the Comforter tenderly say- ing- 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 feastof love : come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can re- move. ^t04 " Ho, ye needy / " j. ha; Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 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 Ho, ye needy; come, and welcome; God's free bounty glorify ! True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. ^ O O " Mercy's Call." j. allen. Sinners, will you scorn the message, Coming from the courts above? Mercy beams in every passage ; Every line is full of love ; Oh ! believe it, Every line is full of love. 2 Now the heralds of salvation Joyful news from heaven proclaim ! Sinners freed from condemnation, Through the all-atoning Lamb ! Life receiving Through the all-atoning Lamb ! 3 ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way; Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay: Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. 168 THE GOSPEL: — I NVITATIONS. ^«i c. M. "Oh, amazing Love /" i. watts. Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and — oh, amazing love ! — He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 Oh, 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 j Strike all your harps of gold ; But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told, ^Otf l. m. Psalm 136. I. WATTS. Give to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways ; Wonders of grace to God belong j Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 He sent his Son, with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : Wonders of grace to God belong j — E-epeat his mercies in your song. 3 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat j His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. TtOvf c. M. "Ho! Every One." 1. watts. Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 IIo ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill the immortal mind, — 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 427 ^W I C . M , tttf 0i {o Condemn, but Save." 1. WATTS. Come, happy souls, approach your God With new, melodious songs ; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give theni life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed With an avenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance cf a God. 4 But all was merciful and mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offered grace j We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. JQC ±*jO L. M. "To Save Sinners." 1. watts. Not to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear ; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word j Trust in his mighty name, and live : A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. 42Q aW Si Mi The Bride says, Come. j. Montgomery. Come to the land of peace 5 From shadows come away j Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway. 2 Fear hath no dwelling here j But pure repose and love Breathe through the bright, celestial air The spirit of the dove. 3 Come to the bright and blest, Gathered from every land ; For here thy soul shall find its rest, Amid the shining band. THE GOSPEL:-INVITATIONS. 169 T. HASTINGS. "" p. m. Jesus calls. Prooping souls, do longer mourn, Jesus still is precious ; If to him you now return, Heaven will be propitious j Jesus now is passing by, Calling wanderers near him ; Drooping souls, you need not die, Go to him and hear him ! 2 He has pardons, full and free, Drooping souls to gladden ; Still he cries — " Come unto me, Weary, heavy-laden ! n Th nigh your sins 2 like mountains high, Rise, and reach'to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All shall be forgiven. 3 Precious is the Saviour's name, Dear to all that love him ; He to save the dying came ; — Go to him and prove him ! Wandering sinners, now return ; Contrite souls, believe him ! Jesus calls you, cease to mourn : Worship him j receive him. TtI s . m . Spirit and Bride. H. u. onderdonk. The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering, " Sinner, come ; " The bride, the Church of Christ, pro- To all his children, " Come ! " [claims, 2 Let him that heareth, say To all about him, " Come ! " Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come ! 3 Yes, whosoever will, Oh, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life 5 ; T is Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, Declares, " I quickly come ; " Lord, even so ; we wait thine hotfr ; O blest Redeemer, come ! il^ l. M. Flee for Life. w. b. collyer. Haste, traveler, haste ! the night comes And many a shining hour is gone ; [on, The storm is gathering in the west, And thou far otf from home and rest. 2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky ,• The rains descend, the winds are high ; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near. 3 Oh, yet a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and rain j A hiding-place, a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come ! 4 Then linger not in all the plain ; Flee for thy life ; the mountain gain ; Look not behind ; make no delay ; Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! W, HAMMOND. at:0 7s. Winning Souls. Would you win a soul to God % Tell him of a Saviour's blood, Once for dying sinners Spilt, To atone for all their guilt. 2 Tell him — it was sovereign grace Led thee first to seek his face ; Made thee choose the better part, Wrought salvation in thy heart. 3 Tell him of that liberty, Wherewith Jesus makes thee free ! Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, Earnest of the joys of heaven. aT-A: l. m. " Only Knock* j. B. waterbury Infinite Love ! what precious stores Thy mercy has prepared for us ! The costliest gems, the richest ores Could never have endowed us thus. 2 But thy soft hand, O gracious Lord ! Can draw from suffering souls the sting: And thy rich bounty to our board Can bread for hungering sinners bring. 3 How rich the grace ! the gift how free ! 'T is only ask — it shall be given ; 'T is only knock, and thou shalt see The opening door that leads to heaven. 4 Oh ! then arise and take the good, So full and freely proffered thee, Remembering that it cost the blood Of him who died on Calvary, 170 THE GOSPEL: -REPENTANCE. LIFE, 8s, 7s, 7s, j rg i r Efe^te^ H J J l THOS. HASTINGS. hl-^i-l-l 1. Come to Calvary's ho - ly mountain, r ^ * O Sinners, ru - ined 5 ^ k^» - t=\ b7 the fall ! Here a pure and m. ^ — ... Rf-}?^^ — *-*^r- 1 — I — I — • i — r~r— r "P — *~ f*~ -#- * -g -* \> -£-0-^—0 0— -0 # -#- • -^ — # — — -i (5* — \ b 1 1 < y r i T l~f I ■ 1/ I — r J U 1 f-\ U K 1 ! 1 heal - ing foun - tain, Flows to you, to me, to all,- • J3 ^_ ±=1 S a foil, per- 1 fc=J=^ 4— i i +-0C 291 pet ■J- w & — S • 9 — ^"i * — W ^ Z7~ ual tide, Opened when our Sav - iour died, O - pened when our Saviour died. A — ^_ — w • w • • • .* — • — &- i rzx v— P- a *»w A fountain opened, j. Montgomery Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the fall ! Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, — In a full, perpetual tide, Opened when our Saviour died. 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind 1 Here the guilty, free remission, PASS ME NOT. 8s, 5s. i . f r Here the troubled, peace may find; Health this fountain will restore, He that drinks shall thirst no more — 3 He that drinks shall live for ever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: God is faithful; God will never Break his covenant in blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was glorified. W. H. DOANE. . j Pass me not. gentle Sarionr, Hear my humble cry: J Whileonothersthonart smiling, (omit; d. c. -While on others thou art calling, (omit] Do not pass me by. Sariour, Sariour, hear my bnmble cry ! Do not pass me by. +±0-0±-0- ^9- *.'*- + rl — — 0-s- P^ ** \ V \ \ wH &-T0-0-0-+- jl'iO "Do not pass me." F. c. van alstyne. Pass me not, gentle Saviour, Hear my humble cry; While on others thou art smiling, Do not pass me by. — Cho. 2 Let me at thy throne of mercy Find a sweet relief ; Kneeling there in deep contrition, Help my unbelief. — Cho. r^—rW—&—W—t 2±r 3 Trusting only in thy merit, Would I seek thy face; Ileal my wounded, broken spirit^ Save me by thy grace. — Cho. 4 Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom on earth have I beside thee, Whom iu heaven but thee ! — Cho. REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. Ill AH OPEN DOOR. P. M. ROBERT LOWRY. 1. The mistakes of my life are many, The sins of my heart are more, And I scarce can see for k r t ¥ =i=sk -+—*-.-^ ^5E5 >r-V **=*=* J=;=S=s=e tE5 ■# #-T But I knock at the o - pen door. I know I am weak and sin - ful, It comestomemore and more ; Butwhenthe dear Saviour shall bid mecomein, I'll enter that open door. J) I s •*♦ *-•.*. JL £-•*.£.+. m +. fff #-ff-f- f- fTj epPUP TJie door of mercy. U. L. bailey The mistakes of my life are many, The sins of my heart are more, And I scarce can see for weeping; But I knock at the open door. — Cho. 2 I am lowest of those who love him, I am weakest of those who pray: But I come as he has bidden, And he will not say me nay •Cho. 3 My mistakes his free grace will cover, My sins he will wash away, And the feet that shrink and falter, Shall walk through the gate of day. — Cho. EVEN ME. P. M. W. B. BRADBURY. fepfgH i=± 5=cB m Lord. I hear of showers of blessing Thou art scattering full and free; \ Showers thethirstysool refreshing ; Let some droppings fall on me. \ Even me, Ev-enme, Let some droppings fall on me. !$*-# wmm ■&- ■&-+-&- TiT 1 ^ "Even me." e. codxer. Lord, I hear of showers of blessing Thou art scattering full and free ; Showers the thirsty soul refreshing; Let some droppings fall on me ! — Ref. 2 Pass me not, gracious Father ! Lost and sinful though I be; Thou might'st curse me, but the rather • Let thy mercy light on me. — Ref. 3 Have I long in sin been sleeping? Long been slighting, grieving thee I Has the world my heart been keeping, Oh ! forgive and rescue me ! — Ref. 4 Pass me not, mighty Spirit ! Thou canst make the blind to see; Testify of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of peace to me. — Ref. m THE GOSPEL: — REPENTANCE. WILBERPORCE, 7s, $Z&$A | , , ~ 61. — i — i — 1 — r C. C. CONVERSE, «W. ■ nn n.i ■ ■-, — , m^=^=^ 2 4 d l 1 1 j j r' ': J J J 11 ill r Brightest beam of love di - vine, ) Do thou on our dark-ness shine, 5 And dispel with 1 (Je - sus, Sun of Righteousness, ' I With the ear •• ly morn-ing rays r ^. , z — # #-, O- ^rH 4 ^ ^ 5 — h- "P 1 1 H* — r — r — ^n r^^^^t? • '<• f- ■* \j 1 / 4 ' ' / > 4 « # W p p Y J "*" • ■ III "fir \ i 1 purest light All our night, — all our nig §SI? « ._ -..^ v? m^ "XTf/ The melted heart. j. bokthwick. Jesus, Sun of Righteousness, Brightest beam of love divine, With the early morning rays Do thou on our darkness shine, And dispel with purest light All our night, — all our night. 2 Like the sun's reviving ray, May thy love, with tender glow, All our coldness melt away, Warm and cheer us forth to go; Gladly serve thee and obey, All the day, — all the day. 3 Thou, our only Life and Guide, Never leave us nor forsake; In thy light may we abide Till the eternal morning break ; Moving on to Zion's hill, Homeward still, — homeward still. JESUS, MYALL. 6s, 4s. N-4- mmm m 4 S - d A. BOIELDIEU. a— a CI r-j i l| g M Lord, at thy mer - cy-seat, Hum-bly I fall ; [in, Pleading thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call ; J Nowletthy workbegin,Oh,makemepure with-