THE PRESBrTERIAN HEMNAL PHILADELPHIA: 'PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION, 1334 CHESTNUT STREET. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by THE TRUSTEES OF THE PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. Westcott & Thomson, ttereotypers and Eleclrolypers, PlUlaJa. The Hymnal was compiled and edited by the Rev. Joseph T. DuRYEA, D.D., under the direction of a Committee appointed by The General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America, consisting of the following persons : Rev. HERRICK JOHNSON, D.D., Chairman. Rev J. TRUMBULL BACKUS, D.D. Rev JAMES O. MURRAY, D.D. GEORGE JUNKIN, Esq. EZRA M. KINGSLEY, Esq. TABLE OF CONTENTS. HYMNS I.— INVITATION TO WOKSHIP 1-86 The Call to Praise 1-37 The Response 38-57 The Call to Prayer and Response 58-65 Invocation 66-86 II.— THE LORD JESUS CHRIST 87-343 1. Contemplation and Adoration 87-178 Advent 95-117 Life and Mission 118-178 Acts 118-128 Character 123-127 Sufferings and Death 129-152 Resurrection 153-162 Exaltation | ^^^^^^ Intercession ) Providence 179-181 2. Affections and Duties 182-343 III.— GOD THE FATHER OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST 344-483 1. Contemplation and Adoration 344-388 2. Affections and Duties 389-483 IV— THE HOLY GHOST— THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD 484-523 1. Contemplation and Adoration 484-504 2. Affections and Duties 505-523 v.— THE TRINITY— THE THREE IN ONE 524-530 VI.— THE WORD OF THE LORD 531-566 VII.— THE CHURCH— THE BODY OF CHRIST 567-69S 5 TABLE OF CONTENTS. HYMN9 VIII.— THE SACEAMENTS OF THE LOED 653-698 Baptism 653-670 Lord's Supper 671-698 IX.— THE LOED'S DAY 699-723 X.— THE COMING OF THE LORD 724-806 Death. Eesurrection. Funeral. Judgment. Heaven. } XL— HYMNS FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS 807-968 Seasons 807-824 National 825-842 Prayer Meeting 844-886 f Morning 887-897 Family Worship < (Evening 898-938 Children 940-951 952-957 Dedication, etc. 962-964 { Seamen 958-961 Close of Service 965-96S XII.— CHANTS, Etc 1-34 6 The Hymnal. LYONS./^ Ws&ns. ^^^^^^^^^ -ja t*:5tg±g=H -^^^^^m^^^^m r ^§ii^ -^-- ■m—mS- li^i 1 Ye servants of God! your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name ; The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol ; His kingdom is glorious and 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. And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. 7 CALL TO PRAISE. OLD HUNDRED. Y L M. -^ ' g?— " ^ ?--^--^ ^ :^ t^ ■^t^ -^-- :& =F I ft^ ^^^ :2i ^ ^= :^ ^ ^ fF ^- -^- -t^ ^ -^ 1f=^ ^— ^ ^^ e -w^ I f^ -^- f 18 RESPONSE. WARE.% fe* LM. S=g ^ =^ %—A -i H --^- -_iJ— -i— :^ iSe: if=S f?=ff i SS^H^ -ii2_ -(^ ^ l==i=i: ^= -^=^=1^ 2i ^=at ^= iSi ^ ^=5 Jrri.-^ -*-:J: ' — «' — ^ — •— '-■S'- ?=?=?= q*=P: iS^E^ -I — ^-\- ±= 26 1 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? J Worthy is he who once was slain, — The Prince of peace, who groaned ant Worthy to rise, and Ijve, and reign, [died— At his almighty Father's side. 3 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men : Let angels sound his sacred name. And every creature say, — Amen. 27 1 Now be my heart inspired, to sing The glories of my Saviour King ; Jesus, the Lord, — how heavenly fair His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 2 O'er all the sons of human race, He shines with a superior grace ; Love from his lips divinely flows. And blessings all his state compose. 3 Thy throne, O 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 His oil of gladness on thy head ; And, with his sacred Spirit, blest His first-born Son above the rest. 28 1 Now to the Lord a noble song : Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue ; Hosanna to the eternal name. And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face. The brightest image of his grace ; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise and powerful God ; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 Grace ! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme. My thoughts rejoice in Jesus' name ; Ye angels, dwell upon the sound. Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 5 Oh ! may I reach that happy place, Where he unveils his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold. And sing his name to harps of gold. 19 BESPONSE. LUTON. ^ L M. — 1 Praise ye the Lord !— my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine : ]\Iy days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train. And none shall find his promise vain. 3 His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 4 He loves his saints, — he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell : Thy God, O Zion ! ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains. 30 1 ]\Iy 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 ; 20 Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. 4 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. 5 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; Vast and unsearchable thy ways, — \a.?,i and immortal be thy praise. 31 1 Come, 0 my soul, in sacred lays. Attempt thy great Creator's praise ; But oh ! what tongue can speak his fame ? What mortal verse can reach the theme ? 2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres, He glory, like a garment, wears ; To form a robe of light divine. Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs. Omnipotence with wisdom shines ; His M-orks, through all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul ! his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds repeat the song. RESPONSE. X MILES' LAI\IE\ C. M. P. )fc^: :& -^ & ^ ©=H=^ And crown him— crown him— crown him— crown him— Lord of all. -tS'- -U«-U •s>- -(S*- -,^-i — H — F- ■^s- 32 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him — Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall ! Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him — Lord of all. 3 Sinners ! whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, CORONATION. K T Go, spread your trophies at his feet. And crown him — Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe. On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him — Lord of all. 5 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall ; We'll join the everlasting song. And crown him — Lord of all. CM. 1 — »— 1 — I ksi — I (— ^ iS-L 21 0 DEDHAM RESPONSE. CM. 33 1 Oh ! for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace ! 2 My gracious Master and my God ! Assist me to proclaim, To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus— the name that calms my fears, That bids my sorrows cease ; 'T is music to my ravished ears ; 'T is life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power oS reigning sin. He sets the pris'ner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood availed for me. 5 Let us obey, we then shall- know, Shall feel our sins forgiven ; Anticipate our heaven below, And own, that love is heaven. 34 1 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, And triumph in thy God ; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. 2 The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul he placed, 22 And on the Rock of ages set My slippery footsteps fast. 3 The city of my blest abode Is walled around with grace ; Salvation for a bulwark stands, To shield the sacred place. 4 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing ; Loud hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King. 35 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the sacred song ! Oh ! may his love— immortal flame- Tune every heart and tongue ! 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach * What mortal tongue display ? Imagination's utmost stretch, In wonder, dies away. 3 Dear Lord ! while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee. May every heart with rapture say, " The Saviour died for me !" 4 Oh ! may the sweet, the blissful theme. Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song. 0 RESPONSE. MURRAY. CM. fc^ tfi j=ti^Lj4j: 2^ ^^ i ^Tg ^-J- g-Ld— ^-L^- r ^ dir^ r=p ^i^ +riar -f=2- J- ?^ P pHflF^ ^ sz:^ ^ iA ^ zi i :*:J: :^ 3: 2^ :^=t^ =^ ^ T ^-i-^ ES -^- ^^ ^^= — ^ ^ ^ -P- .r^ :^ ^ 36 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues. But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus !" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, " For he was slain for us !" 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord ! for ever thine. 4 Let all who dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high. And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one. To bless the sacred name Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb, 37 1 Come, happy souls ! approach your God, With new melodious songs ; r f" 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 them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus ! were not armed With a revenging rod ; No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild. And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ, on the kind errand, came. And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners ! you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry ; Trust in the mighty Saviour's name. And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord ! our willing souls Accept i hine offered grace ; We bless >he great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. 23 RESPONSE. HUMMEC;/i i^^^^^^^i :^ CM. ^=^5 ■^-tr3- ii: :^ ^z^4f'-^=F^[rpTf-f=^ -(=^ ,^ ^ s >3- 1 ^^ ^ :^ fo=^ %S :^ ?^ .r->- g k k :^ i=: :^ 38 1 Yes, I will bless thee, 0 my God, Through all my mortal days ; And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God ; My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 3 Not death itself shall stop my song, Though death will close my eyes : My thoughts shall then to nobler heights, And sweeter raptures rise. 4 There shall my lips in endless praise. Their grateful tribute pay ; The theme demands an angel's tongue. And an eternal day. 39 1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song. Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong, AVilt pu^ythy foes to shame. 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace ; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness. And make his justice known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppressed, 24 V To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace ; For thou wilt ne'er forsake the just. Who humbly seek thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Sion's hill, Who executes his threatening word. And doth his grace fulfill. 40 1 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. RESPONSE. WARWICK. ^, ^ O.M. 1^=*:' =g= :st 2^=^ r m^t ss ijj__g-^j:. ^ e 1 ^2_f^ >V) II I "^ I f "^ — f-* ?2=r=22 -P— P- fe^ =P^ :&=:■ & j; i -1- I I JJ . I it! :?2: ^f J r ^^ i :& J ■pz u ifi -^ — f^ Ez T^ 41 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye : 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at 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. 42 Thy majesty with boundless height. Above our knowledge raised. 3 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame To future time extends ; From age to age thy glorious Name Successively descends. 4 Whilst I thy glory and renown, And wondrous works express, The world with me thy might shall own And thy great power confess. 43 1 Thee will I bless, my God and King, Thy endless praise proclaim ; This trjbute daily I will bring. And ever bless thy Name. 2 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great. And highly to be praised : 1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace ; But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, 0 God, to thee. And send them to thy throne : All glory to the United Three, The undivided One. 3 'Twas he, and we'll adore his name. That formed us by a word ; 'Tis he restores our ruined frame : Salvation to the Lord ! 4 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound ; Rocks, hills and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round, 25 RESPONSE. DOW/\IS.'^ C. M. t i i :ii=^ -J— d ^- ^- ^—*- :ga -i:2_ i -^^ :^ "■?:?" _ 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, "VVith this I venture nigh ; Thou callest burden'd souls to thee. And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin. By Satan sorely press'd. By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my Shield and Hiding-place ; That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face. And tell him, thou hast died. 5 Oh, wondrous love, to bleed and die. To bear the Cross and shame, That guilty sinners such as I Might plead thy gracious Name. 1^ ST. FULBERT. i # S= tt 23 ^^ ^ii r ^=2^ 22=t:gi=^ 2: ^^ :p: t^ :^: :^_^— ^=:^ T ^ vfi—^ S »: 1»|1^' 'f' 'C t ^* g= f if *=*: i 3 :^&=N=p fe= l^ k- i2=i£ P ^ ^ ^=i^=^ ;»^« M 3e^eeS i ^ ^-F — ^ I.) ». -W-F>- ^ h ^ :^3^ S SEES ^T^^^ -^ -^ £ ^=4 t ^. --n P ^J^^^^ 83 1 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 pray for pardoning grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face ; Take away our sin and shame : From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 42 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 grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints : Thus may all our Sabbaths prove. Till we join the church above. INVOCATION. GREENVILLE. X 8s. 7s & 4s. ^if-r^-fTH#H^ltff-B ^ D.C. ^ LJ J-.I-lJ.^-J— J-gJ— J^=j=^-+J J ^ f=F 2 Oh ! may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's designed to give ; Let us all, thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive ; And for ever To thy praise and glory live. 84 1 In thy name, O Lord ! assembling. We, thy people, now draw near ; Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak, and let thy servants hear, Hear with meekness. Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them. Lord ! to thee ; Cheered by hope and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be. Till thy glory Without clouds in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, Thee thy people shall adore ; Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before ; Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. 85 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit ! Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each heart thy grace inherit ; Raise the weak, the hungry feed ; From the gospel, Now supply thy people's need. 86 1 Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing. Fill our hearts with joy and 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 the summons to obey, We shall surely Eeign wit'ri Christ in endless day, 43 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. PLEYEL'S HYMN.'Y 7s. m^- 4 3 -^s^ :^S QTFTTC f M: fri i i^ii *^ ^-^-•^r ^^3^^S^ p^s ^ 87 1 Children of the heavenly King ! As ye journey sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are traveling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock and blest ! You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; There, your seat is now prepared,— There's your kingdom and reward. 4 Fear not, brethren ! joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. 5 Lord ! obediently we go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee. 88 Now begin the heavenly theme. Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove ! Triumph in redeeming love. Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face ! As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. . 44 3 Mourning souls ! dry up your tears ; Banish all your guilty fears : See your guilt and curse remove, — Canceled by redeeming love. 4 Welcome all, by sin oppressed, — Welcome to his sacred rest ! Nothing brought him from above, — Nothing but redeeming love. 5 Hither, then, your music bring ; Strike aloud each joyful string ; Mortals ! join the hosts above, — Join to praise redeeming love. 89 1 Hallelujah ! raise, oh ! raise To our God the song of praise : All his servants ! join to sing God, our Saviour, and our King. 2 O'er all nations God alone, — Higher than the heavens his throne ; Who is like to God most high, Infinite in majesty ? 3 Yet to view the heavens he bends, — Yea, to earth he condescends: Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate. 4 He the broken spirit cheers, Turns to joy the mourner's tears ; Such the wonders of his ways ! Praise his name, — for ever praise. \ CONTEMPLATION AND ADORATION. ARIEL X G. P. M. gifejE^^^i=.gj:i^iLj^jg^^ ;*^ -^ -p^r^ -^ £fj ^.J^ § C=^l MiS P s 4^=t2 M ^=^ h ^ ^l^^^^i^fe m [# I # # # ^=£=g=5e £ m -^-fi-fz^ ^- m ^ ^ ^-//ra ^±Jz % % t L^==i=t=^ it; :e--f^ ^ -5 ^ h ^ -1 ^ A itk 00. s 5^ r^ 90 1 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine ! I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine. 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin and wrath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I 'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come. When my dear Lord will bring me home. And I shall see his face : Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I '11 spend. Triumphant in his grace. 45 THE LORD JES US CHB IS T. ^ HODNET. 7s&6s. D. fh4¥^ s^ I =S-:.^^4^ ? * Omit 2(i time. (^ . c ^^^f ^^^- T ^ 4=2- ■Z7" :^c^ 2=^ ^ ft5 P^ ^ \ r-J. J ^: :^^=:^ :^ ^ — * T 1*— S-*-i *- ^^ L^ trj^ L^- "25^ _£2_ -s^ ^=^ :^ ^&^ J^^.J. ^ i^I=a: ^ ^^M4^ ^ 22: a=i^=^ I * Omit 2d time. i e f-f^ i*: -<=. ■^ SE » r 22: -!S-=- 91 1 To THEE, my God and Saviour ! My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings ! I '11 celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love. 2 Soon as the morn, with roses, Bedecks the dewy east. And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast ; 46 My voice, in supplication, Well-pleas6d thou shalt hear : Oh ! grant me thy salvation And to my soul draw near. 3 By. thee, through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted, Up to their bright abode , There, cast my crown before thee,— Now, all my conflicts o'er, — And day and night adore thee : — What can an angel more ? CONTEMPLATION AND ADORATION. Saviour, blessed Sa-viour, Listen whilst '^^^^•ff-'V^J we sing, Hearts and voices rais-ing Prais~es to our King. 1 Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen whilst we sing. Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. All we have we offer, All we hope to be. Body, soul, and spirit, All we yield to thee. 2 Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee. Deep in adoration Bending low the knee : Thou for our redemption Cam'st on earth to die ; Thou, that we might follow. Hast gone up on high^ 3 Great and ever greater Are thy mercies here, True and everlasting Are the glories there, Where no pain, or sorrow, Toil, or care, is known. Where the angel-legions Circle round thy throne. Brighter still and brighter Glows the western sun, Shedding all its gladness O'er our work that's done. Time will soon be over. Toil and sorrow past, May we, blessed Saviour, Find a rest at last. 2 Onward, ever onward. Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us. Journeying on to God ; Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on. Backward never looking Till the prize is won. 3 Higher then and higher Bear the ransomed soul. Earthly toils forgotten. Saviour, to its goal ; Where in joys unthought of Saints with angels sing, Never weary raising Praises to their King. 47 TEE LORD JESUS CHRIST. NETTLETON.)^ ^^ 8s & 7s. D. FINE. ^ f ^ - e a~rr i £^&P3 I ^EE fcfc^ES ^^ 4«=fe r=^ 5 S^: i^L^M=aJ=MEiE^_ D. C. ^ P=ig ; Let every heart prepare a throne. And every voice a song. 50 2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eye-balls of the blind. To pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure ; And, with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad hosannas. Prince of peace ! Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. HIS ADVENT. hermonS. CM. i *=^ ^ 3=^ la ffi -f^ e ijc :t= _c2_ -^^ 122: 100 1 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 ; Strike all your harps of gold ; But, when you raise your highest notes. His love can ne'er be told. 101 1 1 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 King !" 102 1 The people that in darkness sat A glorious Light have seen ; The Light has shined on them who loiif In shades of death have been. 2 To us a child of hope is born. To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. 3 His name shall be the Prince of peace, For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counselor The great and mighty Lord. 4 His power increasing still shall spread. His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard his throne above. And peace abound below, 51 ( (/ HARMONY GROVE. THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. ^ ~m d=== -j=^. :^=^=^ -T—J 9[ :^=^: ^=H:gJ^:J,-J_L^ z^ci=3i: :^: ■tf2 ^ 1® -I 1 :^: :^ :e: e :fc 4 ^=:^ ^d SE3ES -J- 4 :^=i=^ aP^ J f^^^ g :^ ipszzzp: :^5=t 103 1 When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering hosts bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark ! hark ! — to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, — It is the star of Bethlehem. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode. The storm was loud, the night was dark, — The ocean yawned — and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze. Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; — When suddenly a star arose, — It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; ^nd through the storm and danger's thrall. It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I '11 sing, first in night's diaclem, For ever and for evermore. The Star— the Star of Bethlehem ! 52 V 104 1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill, [night. When Bethlehem's shepherds through the Watdhed 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 glorioles hosts of Zion came ; High heave!i> with songs of triumph rung. While thus they struck their harps and sung: 4 " 0 Zion, lift th^ raptured eye ; The long-expectted hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again ; The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5 " See," Mercy, from her golden urn. Pours a rich stream to them that mourn ; Behold, she binds, with tender care. The bleeding bosom of despair. 6 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart ; Bids Satan and his host depart ; Again the daj--star gilds the gloom. Again the bowers of Eden bloom." HIS ADVENT. i FEDERAL STREET. \ LM. ^ -J^ :ri S^t^^iEg S :^=ij: ^- S^^ 11^^ ^^ — ^- Si ^tj?^ ^MJ ^ :^ ^ i e^ SE M b—^-^^ 2^: ^= ^ :2^ v^ r± ^li: '^^'g^ m -^-^- J^=w:^ 1^1- :& ?E^ ^ 22: ^=^ :pz 105 1 O Christ, our true and only light ! Illumine those who sit in night ; Let those afar now hear thy voice, And in thy fold with us rejoice. 2 And all who else have strayed from thee, Oh, gently seek ! thy healing be To every wounded conscience given, And let them also share thy heaven. 3 Oh make the deaf to hear thy word. And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, Who dare not yet the faith avow, Though secretly they hold it now. 4 Shine on the darkened and the cold. Recall the wanderers from thy fold ; Unite those now who walk apart. Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 5 So they, with us, may evermore Such grace with wondering thanks adore, And endless praise to thee be given. By all thy Church in earth and heaven. 106 1 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 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. 3 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. 4 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. 107 1 What star is this, with beams so bright, A stranger mid the orbs of light? It shines to herald forth the King, And Gentiles to his cradle bring. 2 Behold the long predicted sign. The star of Jacob's ancient line : The eastern Sages hail its rays, And raptured stand in anxious gaze. 3 Without, the Star informs their sight : Within, there shines faith's brighter light, Which gently summons them to rise. And trust the guidance of the skies. 4 When God commands, the wise obey ; Love sees no danger in the way : House, neighbors, friends, their steps recall: The voice of God outweighs them all. 5 Oh, while the star of heavenly grace Invites us. Lord, to seek thy face, Let not our hearts from sloth refuse The guidance of that light to use. 53 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. ^ 7^- d=d=i lU&lOs. :i=^ m ^^EiES :?M^: fei=J=^ 5^: ^ V ^ !#• m m .^. ^ , J. &Ff=ri'i=r^ Pzjs: ^^^ *=f: -^^rr at^ P^^^iP *^^E5^ f-^rrg^^SigH^ gg^ i^Pi 108 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- ing, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, . !Maker and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odor^ of Edom, and oflFerings divine, 64 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we oflFer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would his favor secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the ^joor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 7 i WARSAW. 4 HIS ADVENT. H. M. ^ 3tS= ^^ r2.j ^: ^ ^? m ^=?= s=i S=^ F^^ p=f^^ 1 &^^ m. ^ :^^ n 1 1 I- ^ fe^^y^a^ -U ^ iS^a^H3^ 109 1 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 is known, liOud sound the harjis around the throne. 2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh, The joyful hosts descend ; Jesus forsakes the sky. To earth his footsteps bend ; He comes to bless our fallen race ; He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round ; 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. 4 Strike, strike the harps again. To great Immanuel's name ; Arise, ye sons of men ! And all his grace proclaim ; Angels and men ! wake every string, 'T is God the Saviour's praise we sing. 110 1 Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore, — All are too mean to speak his worth. Too mean to set my Saviour foi'th. 2 But oh, what gentle terms, What condescending ways Doth our Redeemer use. To teach his heavenly grace ! My eyes with joy and wonder see What forms of love he bears for me. 3 Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name ; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came ; — The joyful news of sins forgiv'n, Of hell subdued, and peace with heav'n. 55 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. PORTUGUESE HYMI^-.,' lis. fefe^d^i^aai^^^ -m- - -9^^ iM=J= 7s. D. ^'^ - ^ J J* ^^-^^ ^ -^ -^ -:fi -^ ^ .pi. :t=*=^ i :^-^^ i ^^ T&*- 3=i^EE:s=-i i^ fS -<:::'- -n^—^—j^ '^^ •Jt — p ^_ i=)tfc -^- ^ -f«- itfcfe^ 5?c '^ 4i>— ^ iPiiPiir: 1^ J: :|^i^i^pi^^^^^al n ^-1 f: f f f-^^ 4t M^. -g. ^^ii fe^ :£ ^ Organ pedal. 114 Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King ; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With th' angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem ! Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King. 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; Christ the. everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the Virgin's womb: 68 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see ; Hail the incarnate Deity, Pleased as Man with men to dwell ! Jesus, our Emmanuel ! Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King. 3 Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace Hail ! the Sun of Eighteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by. Born that man no more may die : Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark ! the herald angels, etc. ^ DIX. HIS ADVENT. 7s. 6 lines. ^^ig^^^i^^ m^^^^^m^^^^^f^^w^ ^ -"^^ s -jj— »[— ^ 133 »=^tH g^=E£^=m^?^^^^^^?f{^^ 115 1 As WITH gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hail'd its light, Leading onward, beaming bright ; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to thee. 2 As with joyous steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed. There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; MOZART. [H.114.] 54 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. 5 In the heavenly country bright. Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down. There for ever may we sing Hallelujahs to our King. Is. THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. THATCHERX S.M. ^^ :3: ^^ r ^E :i;=it Jk T ^- 4^- -^ -^ ^ -J ^^ ezS: -U «- ?# f iii 3S f :^ ??±i±iU T^ pg^ SA ig: F fe: 116 1 Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing — how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bade him raise our ruined race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'T was mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by. When Christ was sent, with pardons, down To rebels doomed to die. 5 Now, sinners ! dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the oflfered peace. 6 Lord, we obey thy call ; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name. 117 1 God from on high hath heard, Let sighs and sorrows cease ; Lo ! from the opening heaVen descends To man the promised Peace. 60 2 Hark ! through the silent night Angelic voices swell ; Their joyful songs proclaim that " God Is born on earth to dwell." 3 See how the shepherd-band Speed on with eager feet ; Come to the hallowed cave with them The holy babe to greet. 4 But oh ! what sight appears Within that lowly door ; A manger, stall, and swaddling clothes, A Child and Mother poor. 5 Art thou the Christ? the Son? The Father's Image bright ? And see we him whose arm upholds Earth and the starry height ? 6 Yea, faith can pierce the cloud Which veils thy glory now ; We hail thee God, before whose throne The angels prostrate bow. 7 A silent Teacher, Lord, Thou bidst us not refuse To bear what flesh would have us shun, To shun what flesh would choose. 8 Our swelling pride to cure With that pure love of thine, Oh, be thou born within our hearts, Most holy Child divine. 0 HIS LIFE AND CHARACTER. FRANGONIA. S.M. efe ±it^ :iJ=ziJ: i « feEg^ t* =F ^ j — J~^ W *-m g :^ # " ^ ^ ?^=t M -C^ ■m ^ i^ e 118 1 Within the Father's house The Son hath found his home ; And to his temple suddenly The Lord of Life hath come. 2 The doctors of the law Gaze on the wondrous Child, And marvel at his gracious words Of wisdom undefiled. 3 Yet not to them is given The mighty truth to know, To lift the fleshy veil which hides Incarnate God below. 4 The secret of the Lord Escapes each human eye, And faithful pondering hearts await The full Epiphany. 5 Lord, visit thou our souls. And teach us by thy grace Each dim revealing of thyself With loving awe to trace ; 6 Till from our darkened sight The cloud shall pass away, And on the cleansed soul shall burst The everlasting day. 119 1 Fierce raged the storm of wind, The surging waves ran high, Filled thy disciples' hearts with fear. Though thou, their Lord, wast nigh. 2 But at the stern rebuke Of thine Almighty word, The wind was hushed, the billows ceased. And owned thee God and Lord. 3 So now, when depths of sin Our souls with terror fill. Arise, and be our helper, Lord, And speak thy " Peace, be still." 120 1 All praise to thee, 0 Lord, Who by thy mighty power Didst manifest thy glory forth In Cana's marriage hour. 2 Thou speakest : it is done : Obedient to thy word, The water reddening into wine Proclaims the present Lord. 3 Blest were the eyes which saw That wondrous mystery. The great beginning of thy works, That kindled faith in thee. 4 And blessed they who know Thine unseen Presence true. When in the kingdom of thy grace Thou makest all things new. 5 For by thy loving hand Thy people still are fed ; Thou art the Cup of blessing, Lord, And thou the Heavenly Bread. 6 Oh, may that grace be ours, In thee for aye to live. And drink of those refreshing streams Which thou alone canst give. 61 x« THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, URLINGTON. CM. ^m^^E^^^^^m^^ W: J3^-^-^. JK ^c pc 1^~ 1^: :^=iF ?^ £ J3-Jj :^=U: :p=3p=: ^=^^-r ipEfl 1 Lord, in thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here ; Oh, make our joys the same ! 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was filled. When fondly in his withered arms He clasped the Holy Child ! 3 " Now I can leave this world," he cried, " Behold thy servant dies ; I've seen thy great salvation. Lord, And close my peaceful eyes." 4 Jesus, the vision of thy face Hath overpowering charms ; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace. If Christ be in my amis. 5 When flesh shall faii, and heart-strings Sweet will the minutes roll ; [break, A mortal paleness on my cheek, But glory in my soul. 122 1 In stature grows the Heavenly Child, With death before his eyes ; A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild. Prepared for sacrifice. 2 Those mighty hands that rule the sky No earthly toil refuse ; The Maker of the stars on high An humble trade pursues. 62 3 He whom the hosts of angels praise. At whose command they fly, His earthly parents now obeys, And lays his glory by. 4 For this thy lowliness revealed, We, Jesus, thee adore. And praise to God the Father yield And Spirit evermore. 123 1 What grace, 0 Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below ; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe. 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart, A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee ! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sin than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye. In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee. HIS LIFE AND CHARACTER. ORTOHVILLE. »• P^y^jrd^jE^igyEsS g t=^ ^^ «: ■ts- i — h ^^^^31 e :^ -^ -^ ^^^ ^ 124 1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow ; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lii^s with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men ; Fairer is he than all the fair, Tliat fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress. And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross. And carried all my grief. ASAPH. 4 To him I owe my life and breath. And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet. Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. 6 Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give. Lord, they should all be thine. -4- ^^^ -^ — ^ CM. i^=it W mn^rzt^^ > 1^ 1/ yMELCOMBE. FRF^ THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. -4 -^ — «: Z. A/. * :it=i=i: :1 :t: :^ e ^ f g=^=yEb ^=n=f=:|:: ;*>* ^- 125 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, 0 Son of God ! 2 Oh, who like thee so calm, so bright. So pure, so made to live in light ? Oh, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe ? 3 Oh, who like thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility ? 4 And death, which sets.the prisoner free, "Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee ; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood floAved. 5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way. of woe ; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps. Son of God ! 126 1 When like a stranger on our sphere. The lowly Jesus sojourned here, Where'er he went affliction fled. And sickness reared her drooping head. 64 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, Beheld his face, — for he was light ; The opening ear, the loosened tongue. His precepts heard, his praises sung. 3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame To hail their great Deliverer came ; O'er the cold grave he bowed his head. He spake the word, and raised the dead. 4 Demoniac madness, dark and wald, In his inspiring presence smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll. And reason lightened through the soul. 127 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When list'ning thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place • 2 Fromheaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his foll'wers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers ! to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones! and rest:" Yes, sacred Teacher ; we will come. Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. HIS L IFE A ND GHA BACTER. (J TOULON. 1 IDs. 1 1 Jj i A -. t— - U 1 1 ,. \ 1 J 1 mrt~7j\ — • i~ si - g 1 h ^ ^^~"Sh 1. -^- 4=^ -t- ftf i^ 1 c^ I 1* m /i^• i =«? i— . P . m ^— r ff ilfj- 1 4- __r'_ 1^ 1 ! u r ^— 'k 'I '' 1 1.^-- # r^ [^ \m n 1 ^ 4- 1 1 1 1 1 d> 1 i 2^: ^ S^i^i^ i^ 3t ;^ 22ZIII -^^ 42 ^ -4^- ^^ 32: --^- ^ :s2: f ^ i^ ^ j^g — #-t-i^ 221 f! ^ ^PP 221 :^ m m r -1^ -(^ :z2: ^ ^F "CT" 128 1 0 Lord of health and life, what tongue can tell How at thy word were loosed the bands of hell; How thy pure touch removed the leprous stain, And the polluted flesh grew clean again ? 2 Oh, wash our hearts, restore the contrite soul, Stretch forth thy healing hand, and make us whole ; Oh , bend our stubborn knees to kneel to thee ; Speak but the word, and we once more are free. 3 Yea, Lord, we claim the promise of thy love, Thy love, which can all guilt, all pain re- Nigh to our souls thy great salvation bring,. Then sickness hath no pang, and death no sting. 4 We hail this pledge in all thy deeds of grai^e ; As once disease and sorrow fled thy face. So, when that face again unveiled we see, Sickness and tears and death no more shall be. 5 Then grant us strength to pray " Thy king- dom come," "When we shall know thee in thy Father's home. And at thy great Epiphany adore The Co-eternal Godhead evermore. 65 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. (", OLIVE'S BROW. LM. ^m m ^ -cd gd- if-* ^- ^- :^r^: ^ :J=i= 2± TI :^ ^- -^ -^- ^frT"rr:c=c^g=^-"- 1^ :^ ^S t> 4H^ fT tzp: r SZld 1 'Txs 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. 130 d He dies! — the friend of sinners dies! Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! A solemn darkness veils the skies — A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree. The Lord of glory dies for men ! But, — lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again. 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; Up to his Father's court he flies ! Cherubic legions guard him home, 4nd shout him — welcome to the skiet^. 66 4 Break off your tears, ye saints ! and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing, — how he spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains. 5 Say, — " Live for ever, glorious King ! Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask, " 0 death ! where is thy sting ? And where thy vict'iy, boasting grave ?" 131 1 Here at thy cross, incarnate God, I lay my soul beneath thy love ; Beneath the droppings of thy blood, Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove. 2 Not all that tyrants think or say, With rage and lightning in their eyes. Nor hell shall fright my heart away, Should hell with all its legions rise. 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, Moveless and firm this heart should lie; Resolved, for that's my last defence, ' If I must perish, there to die. 4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; Am I not safe beneath thy shade? Tliy vengeance will not strike me here. Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood. And all my foes shall lose their aim ; Hosanna to my Saviour God, And mv best honors to his name. L^ASHWELL. HIS DEA TH. t LM. ^5-_J g t^=lfB W=^^ :^ * -r-r-r -p — p- :& :^ -p rp --^ i :p: P U=b=P=t f -^ ^ =1= ^«-^i ^ rg= =g= :^ :P=P=p=P: ?2 1 ^^ I (»->— r=^= :^ :^ i ^ 132 1 Oh, come and mourn with me a while ; Oh, come ye to the Saviour's side ; Oh, come, together let us mourn ; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2 Have we no tears to shed for him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? Ah, look how patiently he hangs ! Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3 How fast his hands and feet are nailed ; His throat with parching thirst is dried ; His failing eyes are dimmed with blood : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 4 Seven times he spake, seven words of love ; And all three hours his silence cried For mercy on the souls of men : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 5 Come let us stand beneath the cross ; So may the blood from out his side Fall gently on us drop by drop : Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 6 A broken heart, a fount of tears Ask, and they will not be denied ; Lord Jesus, may we love and weep. Since thou for us art crucified. 133 1 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day. For who aught to my charge shall lay ? Fully absolved through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies — E'en then, this shall be all my plea : Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood. Saviour of Sinners, thee proclaim ; Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 5 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruined nature sinks in years ; No age can change its glorious hue. The robe of Christ is ever new. 6 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice ! Bid, Lord, thy mourning ones rejoice ! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 67 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the gnilty 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 th' accursed 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 bleeding love. 135 (?. ST. BRIDE. 1 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. When God our wanderings laid. And did at once his vengeance pour U^jon 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. S.M. i % ^ ^- 2± 3: ^- :3t d^^ -^--•-2^ 4=^ ri -I i=^~ ^^^^=f 23 -7zr P ^ -^- ^m ^ i ^i :^: 2± -^-^'^- :^ 'WW r^~r ^ ^ ■ g_-g=#-^ 221 ^J e^ii -^ 1^ ^ -^ — ^- 68 HIS DEATH. COW PER. mJ sfi^ ^= CM. M=-^Z tiJ=:S3^; :*^— J— ^- ^-- ^ ^- ±z ,=^zi^gbb^^=g: i:^ £ :p 1^ :=:t ^r^-p= fc 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 have I, as vile as he, AVashed 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. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. BEDFORD 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed. And did my Sov'reign die ? AVould he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love bej'^ond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. And melt my eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er rejiay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give mj^Belf away, 'Tis all that I can do. CM. fcr ^^m -^^ isi 12^: -^—^- :^==2^ -^i:?- :^ t2i ^ i^ :Bi f=r i^f^ & -p- ^ ^^^-p f=F 69 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. Ogethsemane. 7s. 6 lines. =4 S=it: i ^ — • ^- —J *(—•-= — * ?d 1 ^- ^=^ :p=p: --^ g=rTr^:— u^ fE :^ f ^=T ^j J H^^a^EE^E^^=^=^ Q-^ -^ ^ -m- -(=^ £^^^ :^ 1 t 1 -:%—t- ■^-^ i^^^ --^ 5^E 138 1 Go to dark Getlisemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power ! Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of Life arraigned ; Oh ! the wormwood and the gall ; Oh ! the pangs his soul sustained : Shun no suffering, shame, or loss ; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There — adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of Time — God's own sacrifice complete : " It is finished "—hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom, Who hath taken him away ? Christ is risen — he meets our eyes ; Saviour ! teach us so to rise. 70 139 1 Resting from his work to-day, In the tomb the Saviour lay ; Still he slept ; from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, — Lying in the rock alone. Hidden by the sealed stone. 2 Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene ; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade. Where her buried Lord was laid. 3 So with thee till life shall end I would solemn vigil spend ; Let me hew thee. Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmed cell None but thee may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering ; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around ; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. ZION. X HIS DEATH. 8s. 7s & 4s. 2i: 5i :g=g=l I k I -«» — »^=— »- i^^a^^ V— ^- -l — it—^ S^ ^ 5 i^ • t^ s== >u^^^^^- '5T~f -^— J-i- =»=^=g±=^ 3=5 d: -^ ^^ r^- ^ 140 1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See ! — it rends the rocks asunder, Sliakes the earth, and veils the sky "It is finished!" Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 " It is finished !" — Oh ! what pleasure Do these charming words aiford ! RATH BUN Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ, the Lord ; " It is finished !" Saints the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ! Join to sing the pleasing theme : All in earth and all in heaven. Join to praise Immanuel's name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 8s & 7s. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring 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, Never shall the cross forsake me : Lo I 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, Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 71 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. ALETTA)(y to^*=j=y=ji^^iy^^^ 7s. =^;^=i^ ^ S] w=^ Yxr ri^-ttr --^ i r fug , J3-,,^-r.J :g:i#^ g± *==*==?= fej^ S 3^ r -^ 4h«- :^- 6 :^ ^-^: :p2: 142 143 1 When, on Sinai's top, I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstacy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too-transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in tlesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away ; Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary ! 1 " It is finished !" shall we raise Songs of sorrow, or of praise ? Mourn to see the Saviour die, Or proclaim his victory ? 2 If of Calvary we tell, How can songs of triumph swell ? If of man redeemed from woe, How shall notes of mourning flow ? 3 Ours the guilt which pierced his side, Ours the sin for which he died ; But the blood which flowed that day Washed our sin and guilt away. 4 Lamb of God ! thy death hath given Pardon, peace, and hope of heaven : " It is finished !" let us raise Songs of thankfulness and pra se. 144 iTune- 1 Surely Christ thy griefs has borne ; Weeping soul, no longer mourn : View him bleeding on the tree, Pouring out his life for thee, 2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes On the atoning sacrifice ; There the incarnate Deity Numbered with transgressors see. 72 -Supplication".] "s. 3 Cast thy guilty soul on him, Find him mighty to redeem ; At his feet thy burden lay. Look thy doubts and cares away. 4 Lord, thine arm must be revealed, Ere I can by faith be healed ; Since I scarce can look to thee, Cast a gracious eye on me. HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. SUPPLICATION. cJu tly.. CEDRON. 8s & 6s. ^. ^ ^E^Etoifeg eI tJ 4gtg=r ^=i^it ^±S~f^z^ s p H^ -^ -F- ^^ — \ »-S*- -••• J I L^ \ ^ 1