v^ -J * ft A NEW SELECTION, ^Praise ii- comely for the upvi^ht,^' Psalms. BALTIMORE: JOHX J. IIAUROU, PCBLISHEIt, No. 178, Vlarket Stivet. 1823. Matchett, Printer. BISTRICT OF MARriAXD, ss. , BE IT REMEMBERED, Tliut on this twenty-eiplith *#**i^»v# day of OctolRT, in ihe riit)-s'.-venth year of * » g. * the Independence of the United States of * ■ * America, .Io)in. J. HaiT(;'l, of the said District, «******K hnthdenos.ted inthisoftice tlietilleof a book, ihc rifjht whei-eof he claims as compiler, in tlje words follow- ing:, to wit:— *'• Public, Parlour, and Cottage Hymns. A new se- *' lection. In tno harts. ' Praise is comely for the up- " right.' PsalmsJ^ In conformity to an act of tite Congress of the United States entitle'', "An A et for the eiicouragpn)t>nt of Learning, by securing the copies of Majjs, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, diu'ing the tunes tlierein mentioned,"' and also the act entitied,''An Act sup- plementary to the Act, entitled, 'An Act for the encoursge- nient of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps. Chnjts, and Books, to the authors and jn-oprictors of such coj)ies. dur- intc the times tht ren; mentioned.' and extendiiigtlie hem tits ther.. of ti; the arts of Des!giiing, Engraving, and Etching, Historical and ether Prints." PHILIP MOORE, Cftrk »fths. Dtsirict of Maryland, 'ARLOUR, AND COTTAGE HYMN 1. L. "M. ;EF0RE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is (iod alone, lie can create, and he destroy. 2 His soY'reign power, without our aid. Made us of clay, and fonn'd us men; And when like wand'ring" sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd his j^ates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall hll thy courts \^ ith sounding- praise. 4 Wide as the world is th}- command, A'ast as eternity thy love; rirui as a rock thy trutii must stand, When rolling \eurs shall ceaise to move. HYMN 2. L. M. awake, No long-er in thy sins lie down: The garment of salvation take, Thy beauty and thy strength put on. 3 Shake off the dust thai blinds Ihy sight. And hides the promise from thine eyes Arise, and struggle into light, I'he great Deliverer calls, arise! 3 Shake off the bands of sad despair, Sion, assert tliy liberty; Look up, thy broken heart prepare. And God shall set the captive free. 4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace. Be purg'd from every sinful stain. Be like your Lord, his word embrace. Nor bear his hallow*d name in vam. 5 The Lord shall in your front appear. And lead the pompous triumph on; His glory shall bring up the rear. And perfect what his grace begun. HYMN 3. S. M. 1 AH ! whither shall I go. Burdened, and sick,^ and faint? To whom should 1 my trouble show, And pour out my complaint ? 2 My Saviour bids me come. Ah! why do 1 delay? He calls the weary sinner home And yet from him 1 stay. w W\mt is it keeps me hack, From which I cannot part ' W hich will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart. 4 Some cursed thing- unknown Miist surely ku*k within; Some idol which I will not own. Some secret, bosom sin. 5 Jesus, the hind'rance show, \N hich I have fear*d to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee. 6 Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying- power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away! 7 I now believe in thee Compassion reigrns alone: According to my faith, to me O let it. Lord, be done! 8 In me is all the bar, Wiiich thou wouldst fain removet Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. HYMN 4. S. M. 1 A CHARGE to keep I have; A God to glorify; A never-dying soul lo save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My eallinjf to fulfil: O may it all my powers engage J o do m}- Muster's wiU. 3 Arm me w.th jt-a ous care, As in thy sight to live; And O, tiiy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to giv^. 4 Help me to u'atch and pray, rvnd on thyselt rely: Assiir'd if 1 my trust betray 1 shall tor ever die. HYMN 5. CM. 1 AT. AS ! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? "Wv^uld he devote his sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done. He groan'd u|K)n the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide. And shut Jiis glories in; Wlien Christ, the mighty Maker died, For man, the creature's, sin! 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face. While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne*er repay The debt of love 1 owe: Here, Lord, I give mvself away, »Tis all that I can do. HYMN 6. S. M. 1 "AND can I yet delay My little all to give i" To tear my soul from earth away, And Jesus to receive? Nay, but I yield, 1 yield ! 1 can holdt)ut no more; I sink by dyins? love coniijeji'd. And own thee conqueror. 3 Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take^ And seal me ever thine! Come, a!\d possess me whole. Nor hence again remove; Settle and hx m. wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love. > My one desire be this, Thine only love to know; To seek and taste no other bliss,^ No other good below; My life, my portion thou, Thou all-sufficient art. My liope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter and keep my heart ! HYMN 7. C. M. AND let this feeble body fail, Anfl let it faint or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale^ And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the disembodied saints. And find its long-sought rest: That on!\ bliss for wiiich it pants In ti>€ Kedeenier^s breast. - 8 2 In hope of that immortal crown I '.\)\v the cross susUtm; Ami i^ladly wander up and down. And smile at toil and pain: I S'lff'er on my tlireescore •, tai-s Til) my Deliverer come; And vvipe away his servant's tears. And lake iiis exile hoaic. * 3 O what hath Jesus boug^ht Por me! BefoT-e my ravisii'd cyea. Rivers ot" lite divin;i 1 see. And trees of paradise! I see a world of spirits brig-ht, Who taste tiie pleasures thf-re! I'hey all are rob'd in spotless u hite. And conq'j'inj? palms they bear. 4 O whrit ai-e all my sufferings here. If, LfM-d, thou count tne iTie. t. With that enrapturM host i* appear. And worship at thy feet! Give ioy or jrrief give ease or pain. Take life or friends awav: But lei me fi-d taem all a^aiu in tiiat eternal day. HYVIN 8. C. \f. 1 AND must I be to iud'jcmcut brought, And answer in that day, Forevery vain and i^ 11. CM. 1 BEING of beings, God of love, To thee our hearts we raise; 11 Thy all-siistuining' power we prove, And glaul} ^iiig' LU} j)raise. 2 Th.iic, wholly tiiiiie, we pant to be, )iiv suciirice receive; M.* ic, and preserv'd, and sav'd oy thee# i'otnce oui-selves we give. 3 Heuv'nwurd our every wish aspires, For ail thy mercy's store; Tiie sole return th\ love requires, is that we ask tor more. 4 For more we ask, we open then Our hearts t'embrace thy v.ill; Turn, and beget us, Lord, again \Vith all tiiy fulness lill. 5 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love Shed in our lieails abroad; So shall we ever live and move. And be with Christ in Uod. HYMN 12. C. M. 1 BLEST be the dear uniting love, I'hat will not let us part, Our bodies may far olf remove, We sLiil are one m heart. 2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head, Where lie appoints we go; And still in Jehu's footsteps tread. And show his praise below. 3 O may we ever walk in him, And nothing know beside, Nothint^ 'I'sive, nothing esteem. But Jesus crucilied ! 12 Closer and closer let ns cleave '1 o his belovM eriibrace; Expect liis fulness to receive, And grace to answer grace. 5 Partakers of the Saviour's grace. The same in mind and hcai't. Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death, can part. But let us hasten to the day, Which shall o\ir flesh restore: When death shall all be done away And bodies part no more. HYMN 13. S. M. 1 BT.EST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds. Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts, and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes. Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joinM in heart, And hope to meet again. This glorious hope revives On-r eourage by the wayj 1 13 "While each in expectation lives Ami longs to see tlie day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be tree; And pei-tecl love and friendship reign Through all eternity. HYMN 14. S. M. 1 COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord. While ye surround his throne. Let those refiise to sing Who never knew our God; But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 2 The God that rules on high. Who all the earth surveys, AVho rides upon the stormy sky. And calms the roaring seas: This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love, He will send down his heavenly powers To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face; And never, never sin! There, from the rivers of his g^ce, J3rink endless pleasures in; Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below. 14 Celestial fniit on earthly ^ound Fi(;iii tViith and hope ntuy grow Th'r:. l:,t our songs abound, A:id every tea; be dry: "Wc re marciiing' throdgii Immanuelns land, To fairer worlds on iiigli, HYMN 15. S. M. 1 SEE how the rising sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclain^s his Maker's praise, With every brightening ray, 2 Thus would my rising soul Its lieivvenly parent sing; " And to its great original The huinbie tribute bring. Serene 1 laid me down Beneatn his guardian care; I slept, and 1 awoke, and found My kind Preserver near! 4 Thus does thine ami support This weak, defenceless frame: But whence these favors. Lord, to me, So worthless as 1 am? 5 O how shall I repay The bounties of my God? This feeble spirit punts beneath Thepleasin., painful load. 6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross lljring my sacrifice; By tliee perfum'd, it shall ascend "With fi-agrance to the skies. 15 r My life T would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy i)rts.nce 1 would spend A long" eternity. HYMN 16. P. M. I COME, ye sinners, poor and needv, Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of |)ity; love, and power; He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. i Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify, True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you ni;3fh;. \V It bout money, Come to Jesus Chiist and buy. J Let not conscience make you linger^ Nor of fitness fondly dream: All the fitness he requirelh. Is to feel your need of him; This he give? you, 'Tis the Spirit's rismg beam. t Come, ve wearv, heavy-laden. Lost and ruin'd by the fall. If you tarry till you're belter. You uili never come at all; Not the righteous. Sinners — Jesus came to cull. » Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your .Maker prostrate Kest 16 On the bloody tree behold him! Hear hitn cry before he dies, ** It is finish'd!" Sinners, will not this suffice? 6 Lo! th* incarnate God ascending", pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on hini, venture freely. Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and ang' Is join*d in concert, Singlhe praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name. Hallelujah? Sinners here may do the same. HYMN 17 P. M. 1 ANGELS, roll the rock away. Death, yield up thy mie^hty prey: See the Saviour quits the tomb. Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 Shout ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Echo to the blissful sound. Hallelujah. Hullelvjah' Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes. See the conqu'rer mount the skies; Troops of anj^els on the load, Hail, and sing th' incarnate God. Hallelvjah. IT 4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide, Glorious hero, thro' them ride; Kini^ of glory, mount thy throne. Boundless empire is thine own. Halldujali. 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs. Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Praise, him in the noblest song's, From ten thousand, thousand tongues. Hallelujah' 6 Ev'ry note to rapture swell: Sing the pow'rs of death and hell ffallelujah. Olllg Lilt- pVJ^Y IJ V/l V*>-t«».l» tillVJ. •A'W.* Dragg'd in chains behind liis wheels. Each the wreck eternal feels. 7 Let Tmmanuel be ador'd. Ransom, Mediator, Lord; To creation's utmost bound. Let th' immortal praise resound. Jlullelujah, HYMN 18. P. M. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know. To earth's reiuotest bounds. The year of .kibiiee is come; Return, ye ransoni'd sinners, home! ^ E.valt the lamli of God; Tiie sin-atoning Lamb, Redemption by liis blood. Through all the world proclaim; Tfie year of Jubilee, &i: 1* 18 3 Ye, who have sold for nought, Your heritag-e above, c , take it back unbought. The gift of Jesu*s love; The year of Jubilee^ &c» 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Yotir liberty receive; And safe in Jesus dwell. And blest in Jesus live; The year of Jubilee, &c. 5 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pard'niiig grace; Ye happy souls, draw near. Behold your Saviour's face; The year of Jubilee, &c, 6 Jesus, our great high-priest, Hath full atonement made ; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad! The year of Jubilee, &c, HYMN 19. C. M. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way. His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea. And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in imfathomable mines Of never-falling skill, He treasures up his bright designs. And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are biec with mercy, and sliall break In blessings on your head, 1 19 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sen^e^ y'ut trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiUng face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow*r. 6 Bhnd unbelief is sure to err. And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter. And be will make it plain. HYMN 20. P. M. 1 HARK! the herald angels say, Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day! Kaise your joys and triumphs high. Let the glorious tidings fly. Hallelujah. 2 Love's redeeming work is done; Th* battle's fought, the vict'ry won; Lo! the sun's eclipse .s o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. Hallelujah. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath open'd paradise. Hallelujah' 4 Lives again our glorious king, "Where, O death, s now thy sting?* Once he died our souls to save, "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?'* Hallelujah. 20 What tho' once we perished all, Partners of our parents' full; Second life we shall receive, . And in Christ for ever live. f ffallelujah. ' *Hail, thou great Almighty Lord, 'Hail, thou great incarnate Word; *Hail thou suff'r'ing Son of God, 'd to hear. Come down and meet us now! 5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Let, all our hearts receive; isent with the celestial liost. The peaceful answer give. each the cov'nant blood apply. Which takes our sins away; id register our names on higb, , And keep us to that day. 24 HYMN 26. P. M. 1 COME, O thou traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone, And 1 am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to stay. And wrestle till the break of day. 2 In vain thou struggle st to get free, I never will unloose my hold: Art thou the man who died for me? The secret of tliy love unfold: Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. S What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long? I rise superior to my pain, When 1 am weak, then am I strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail. 4 Yield to irte 'now—for 1 am weak. But confident in self-despair: Speak to my heart, in blessings speak. Be conquer'd by my instant prayer; Speak, or thou never hence shalt move. And tell me if thy name be love. .5 'Tis love, 'tis love! thou diedst for me, I hear thy whisper in m\ heart: The morning breaks, the shadows flec; Pure, universal love thou art: To me, to all, thy bowels move. Thy nature and thy name is love. ^ I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's frientl^ 25 Nor wilt thou with the nic^-ht depart, Hut stay and love mc to ilie endj Thy mercies never shall remove. Thy nature and thy name is love. HYMN 27. P. M. 1 COME on, my partners in disti-ess. My comrades "through the wildernesrs; Who still your bodies feel: Awhile forg-et your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears. To that celestial hill ? Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place. The saint's secure abode; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise. And force your passage to the skie?;, And scale the mount of God. J Who suffer with our >4aster here. We shall before his face appear. And by his side sit down; To patient faith the prize is sure^ And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice blessed bliss, inspiring hope, It lifts the fainting spirits up; It brings to life the dead! Our contiicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at hist. Triumphant with our head. 5 That great mysterious Deity; We soon with open face shall see The beatific sight, 2 26 Shall fill the heavenly. courts with..praise. And \^ ide diffuse the golden blaze Ot everksting- light. 6 The Father shiniog on his throne. The glorious co-eternal Sou, ' • The Spirit one and seven, Conspire our rapture to compV-te; And lo! we fall before his feet, And silence heightens heaven. 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesus, we now sustain the cross., Aiid at thy footstool fall. Till thou our hidden life reveal. Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill. And God is all in all. HYMN 28. P. M. 1 COME, thou Fount of every blessings Tune my heart to sing thy grace: Streams of mercy never ceasing. Call for songs of loudest praise: Teach me some melodious sonnet. Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it: Mount of thy redeeming lovel 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by ihy help I come; And I hope by thy good pleasure. Safely to arrive at home. Jesus scugiit me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, t<. rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood! . 'l O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm consti ain'd to be! . Let thy goodness, Uke a fetter, I Biud my wand'Ting- heart to thee: Prone to wander, Lord, 1 feel it; Prone to leave the God 1 love — Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above. HYMN 29. C. M. X DEAR refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise. On thee, when waves of trouble roll. My fainting hope relies. J To thee I tell each rising grief. For thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief. Tor ev'ry pain 1 feel. (3 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust: And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.] t Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when 1 complain? No — still the ear of sov'reign grace Attends the mourner's pray'r; £8 O may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there? r Thy mercy-seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat: With humble'hope attend ihy will, And wait beneath thy feet. HYMN 30. L. M. 1 FTfOM all that dwell below the skle^. Let the Creat(T's praise arise, Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land — by every tongue. 2 FAernal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,^ In song's of praise divinely sing: The great salvation loud proclaim. And shout for joy the Saviour's name; 4 In every land begin the song; To every land the strains belong; In clieeiful sounds all voices raise, And fill the world with loudest praise. HYMN 31. CM. 1 FATHER, 1 stretch my hands to theC;, No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me! Ah! whither shall I go? 3 What did thine only Son endure^ Pefore 1 drew my breath! 29 What pain, wnat labour to secure My soul from endless death! O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power; Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing- eyes: 6 let me now receive that gift; My soul without it dies. Surely thou canst not let me die; O speak, and I shall live! And here I will unwearied lie. Till thou thy spirit give. t'6 The worst of sinners would rejoice, , Could they but see thy face: O let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace! HYMN S. M. FROM sin*s dark, thorny maze, To Canaan's fertile plains, A trav'Uing fair one, in distress. On her beloved leans. Through fire and flood she goes, A weakling more tlian strong- Vents in his bosom all her woeSj And, leaning moves along. [3 When dangers round her press. And darkness veils the skies. She leans upon his righteousness. From whence her hopes arise. 30 4 When guilt, a mighty flood. Her trembling conscience pains. Then on his peace-procuring blood This travelling fair one leans. 5 She views the covenant sure; Her hopes all centre there; And on his bosom leans secure. Whose temples bled for her. 6 O'er Jordan's chilling flood. When callM by death to go. She, leaning on her covenant God, Shall pass triumphant through. HYMN 33. S. M. 1 FATHER, our hearts we lift Up to thy gracious throne. And thank tliee for the precious gift Of thine incarnate Son! The gift unspeakable AVe thankfully receive. And to the wo;-Id tliy goodness tell, And to thy glory live. 2 Jesus, the holy Child, Doth by his birth declare, That God and man are reconcil'd, And one in him we are; Salvation through his name To all mankind is given. And loud his infant cries proclaim A peace 'twixt earth and heaven. 5 A peace on earth he brings, Which nevermore shall end: The Lord of hosts, the King of kings. Declares himself our friend; I Assumes our flesh and blocxl, That we his grace may gain; The everlasting Son of God; The mortal Son of man. His kingdom from above He doth to us impart, And pure benevolence and love O'erflow the faithful heart: Chang'd in a moment, we The sweet attraction find, "With open arms of chai-ity Embracing all mankind. 5 O might they all receive The new-born Prince of PeacQ', And meekly in his Spirit live! And in his love increase! Till he convey us home. Cry every soul aloud, Come, thou desire of nations, come^ And take us up to God ! HYMN 34. S M. 1 FAITH — 'tis a precious grace. Where'er it is bestow'd ! It boasts of a celestial birth. And is the gift of God ! 2 Jesus it owns a king. An all-atoning priest; It claims no merit of its own, But looks for all in Christ. 3 To him it leads the soul. When fiU'd with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness! 4 Since 'tis thy work alone, And that divinel)- P'ee; Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, To work dii3 aith in me. HYMN 35. S. M. 1 GRACE ! 'tis a charmm!>- sound ! Harriionious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew that wond'rous plan, [3 Grace first inscrib'd my name In God's eternal book: 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took.] 4 Grace led my roving feet, To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies eaci) hour we meet. While pressing on to God. 5 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise, HYMN 36. C. M. 1 SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve. In this our evil day. To all thy tempted foll'wers give The power to watch and pray. Long" as our fiery trials last. Long- as .lie cross we b«.-ar; O let our souls on thee be cast III never-ceasing prayer! 3 The spirit of interceding- grace, Give us in faith to claim; To wrestle till we see thy face, And know th\ hidden name. 4 Till thou thy perfect love impart. Till tiiou thyself bestow; Be this the cry of every heart, I will not let thee go. 5 I will not let thee go, unless Thou tell thy name to me: With all tliy great salvation bless, And make me all like thee. 6 Then let me on the mountain-top Behold t'.iy open face; Where faith in sight is swallow'd up, And prayer in endless praise. HYMN 37. S. M. 1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest. That saw the Lord arise: Welcome to this reviving breast. And these rejoicing eyes. .' The King himself comes near. And feasts his saints to day: Here we may sit, and see him here. And love and praise and pray. » One day in such a place. Where thou, my God, art seen. Is sweeter than ten thousand clays That's spent in guilt and sin. My willing- soul would stay In such a frame as this. And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. HYMN 38, P. M. WHAT now is niy object and aim? What now is my hope and desire'? To follow the heavenly lamb. And after his image as]Mre; My hope is all centred in thee; I trust to recover thy love. On earth thy salvation to see, And then to enjoy thee abov&. 1 thirst for a life-giving God; A God that on Calvary died; A fountain of water and blood, Which gush'd from ImmanuePs sid^r I gasp for the stream of thy love. The spirit of rapture unknown; And then to redrink it above. Eternally fresh from the throne-. HYMN 39. P M. GUIDE me, O thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty — Hold me with thy powerful hand? Bread of heaven. Feed me till I want no more. o Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow Let the fiery, cloudy pillar. Lead me all my journey through; Strong' deliv'rer! Be thou stiil my strength and shield. J Feed me with the heavenly manna, In this bairen wilderness: Be my sword, and shield, and banner — Be my robe of righteousness: Fight and conquer , All my foes by sov'reign grace. 1 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Foe to death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side- Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee. HYMN 40. C. M. 1 GOD of my life, my morning song I To thee 1 cheerful raise: Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing» And pleasant 'tis to praise. 2 Preserv'd by thy Almighty arm, I pass'd the shades of night. Serene, and safe from ev'ry harm. To see the niorning light. J While numbers spent the night in sighs And restless pains and woes. In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes. And rose from 3weet repose. i When sleep, death's image, o'er me spread^ And 1 unconscious lay, thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay, 5 O let the same Almighty care Through all this day attend: From ev'ry dangei*, ev'ry snare, My heedless steps defend. . 6 Smile on my minutes as they roll. And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise. HYMN 41. P.M. 1 HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word: Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2 " I delivered thee, when bound, "And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound: ** Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, ** Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 *' Can a woman's tender care " Cease towards the child she bare? " Yes, she may forgetful be, " Yet will I remember thee. 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, **^Higher than the heights above; "Deepej' than the depths beneath — *< Free and faithful — strong as death. "Thou shalt see my glory soon, " When the work of grace is done"; 57 " Partner of my tlirone shalt be, " Say, poor siiipcr, lovst thou me? 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint. That my love is \veak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, O tor grace to love tliee more. HYMN 42. CM. 1 GOD of all consolation, take The glory of thy grace! Thy gifts to thee we render back In ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Througii thee we now together came In singleness of heart; "\Ve met, O Jesus, in thy name; An Thy fi'ry chariots send.] [3 What have I here? my thoughts and joysft So long dispos'd to roam, Are fixt, and T will follow them To my eternal home.] 4 "What have I in this barren land? My Jesus is not here; Mine eyes will ne'er be blest, until My Jesus doth appear. 5 My Jesus is gone up to heaven, To get a place for me; For 'tis his will that where he is, His followers should be- 6 Canaan I view from Pisgah's top: Of Canaan's grapes I taste; My Lord, who sends unto me here. Will send for me at last. [7 I have a God that changeth not — Why should I be perplexed? My God, who owns me in this world, Will own me in tlie next.] [B Go fearless, then, my soul, with God, Into another room: 43 Tliou who hast walked with him here-. Go, see thy God at home.] My dearest friends, they dwell above; Them will I go to see; And all my friends in Christ belo^ Will soon come after me. HYMN 47. P. M. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly; While the billows near me roll. While the tempest still is high'. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; receive my soul at last! 3 Other refuge have I none. Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone — Still support and comfort me! t All my trust on thee is stay'd; All my help from tjiee I bring; Cover my defenceless head "^^'ilhthe shadow of thy wing. 5 Tiiou, O Christ, art all I want; Boundless love'in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 6 Just and holy is thy name, 1 am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am — Thou art full of truth and grace. 44 *7 Plenteous j^race with thee is found; Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Let me feel them flow within. 8 Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring- thou up within my heart — Rise to all eternity! HYMN 48. L. M. 1 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. ^ The way the holy prophets went. The road that leads from banishment, The king's highway of holiness I'll go, for all his paths are peace. [3 No stranger shall proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin, No lion, no devouring care. No sin, nor sorrow shall be there. 4 No — nothing shall go up thereon, Bat trav'lling souls, and I am one; Way -faring men, to Canaan bound. Shall only in the way be iound] 5 This is the way I long have sought. And mourn 'd because I found it notj My grief, my burden, long has been, IJecause I could not cease from sin. 45 6 The more I strove against Its pow*r, I sinn'dand stumbled but the more; Till late 1 heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, 1 am the way.*' r Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am; My sinful self to thee I give — Nothing but love 1 shall receive. 8 Then will I tell to sinners round, "What a dear Saviour I have found;. I'll point to thy redeeming blood. And say, behold the way to God. HYMN 49 P. M. 1 LORD, we come before thee now. At thy feet we humbly bow; O do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek tliee. Lord, in vairi: 2 In thine own appointed way. Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord we cannot let thee go, 'Till a blessing thou bestow. I Send some message from thy word That may joy and peace aflord; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. [4 Comfort those who weep and mourn. Let the time of joy return; Those who are cast down, lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope. 46 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick the captive free. Let us all rejoice in thee. HYMN 50. C. M. 1 MY God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting- breath renewed. But to renew thy praise? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain; When life was hov'ring' o*er the grave. And nature sunk with pain [3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt. Didst chase the fears of hell; And teach my pale and quiv'ring hps Thy matchless grace to tell.] 4 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head On thy dear faithful breast; Pleas'd to obey my Father's call To his eternal rest. 5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God, Did I my soul resign: In firm dependence on that truth. Which made salvation mine. 6 Back from the borders of the grave. At thy command I come: Nor will I urge a speedier flight j To my celestial home. i 7 Where thou deterrnin'st mine abode. There would I choose to be; For in thy presence death is hfe, And earth is heaven with thee. HYMN 51. CM. 1 HOW vain are all things here below, How false, and yet liow fair! ' Each j)leasure hath its poison too, i And every sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give bu'i a flatt'ring light; AVe should suspect some danger nigh, WMiere we jjossess delight. 83 Our dearest joys, and nearest friend^ The partners of our blood. How they divide our wavering mindSj ' And leave but half for God! J 4 The fondness of a creature's love. How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move. Nor can we call them thence. S Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be I M> soul's eternal food; I And grace command my heart away I From all created good. t ! HYMN 52. C. M. 1 HOW happy every child of grace, j Who knows his sins forgiven! ! This earth, he cries, is not my place^ I seek my pl^QQ in he^iven: 48 A country far from mortal sight, Yet O' by faith I see, The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heaven prepar'd for me. 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, ■^Ve more than taste the heavenly powers^ And antedate that day; We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ conceal'd, And with his glorious presence here Our earthen vessels fiU'd. 3 O would he more of heaven bestow! And let the vessels break; And let our ransom'd spirits go. To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me, And shout and wonc^er at his grace Through all eternity. HYMN 53. P. M. 1 I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, 4 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 th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain. 49 3 The Lord pours eyesig-ht on the blind; Th(.' Lord supports the faintmg- mind; He sends tiie lab'ring- conscience peac^j He helps ihe stranger in distress, The widow and the latherless. And {grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath. And when my voice is lost m death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Miiile hte, and thouf^ht, and being- last. Or immortality endures. HYMN 54. L M. 1 I THIKST, thou wounded Lamb of God To wash me in thy cleansing blood; ' To dwell ^v'ithin thy wounds: then 'pain Is sweet, and hte or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be Forever clos'd to all but thee; Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love forever there. 3 How blest are thev who still abide Close slieiter'd in 'thy bleecUng side; "VVho hfe and strength from tlience derive Anu by thee move, and in thee Uve. 4 What are our works but sin and death Till th..u thy quick'ning Spirit breathe? Thou M-iv'st the power th> grace to move, O wond rous grace! O boundless lo\e! 5 How c;in it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring-. 50 Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown! Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor Will we think of aught beside, **My Lord, my love is crucified" 7 Ah! liord, enlarge our scanty thouglit To know <;, . But love me to tiie end. 6 Stili stir me up to strive With thee in strength divine; And every moment, Lord, revive This fuinting soul of mind. 7 Pers'S* to save my soul Thr (iit^hout thefierj hour, Tiil I ani every whit made whole^ And sliow tonh ail tli) power. Through fire and water bring Into the wealthy place. And leacli me the uc-w song to sing[. When perfected in grace! O make me all like thee. Before 1 hence remove! Settle, confirm and 'slablish me. And build me up in love. 10 Let me thy witness live. When sin is all destroyd; An 1 then my spotless soul receive^ And take me home to God. HYMN 56. L. M- 1 JESUS shall reij^n where'er the sun, Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom sprend from shore to shore^ Till moon shall wax and wane no more. 2 From north to soutli the princes meet,. To pay their homage at iiis feet: 52 While western empires own tlieir Lord, And savag. tribes atienci his word. 3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head: His name hke sweet perfume shall rise, With every morning sacrifice. 4 People and realms of ev*ry tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on uis name. HYMN 57. C. M. 1 JESUS, united bv tf;y grace, And each to eacli endear'd; With confidence we seek thy face, And know our prayer, is heard. 2 Still let us own our common Lord, And bear thine easy yoke, A baud of love, a threefold cord. Which never can he broke. 3 Make us into one spirit drink: Baptize into thy name; And let us always kindly think. And sweetly speak the same. 4 Touch 'd by the loadstone of thy love, Let al) our hearts agree; And ever tow'rds each other move, And ever move 'ow^rds thee, 5 To thee inseparably join'd, Lci all our spinti^ c.eav^-: O i..ay we all the loviiig mind That was in thee receive! 6 This is the bond of perfectness. Thy spotless charity; O let us still, we pray, possess The mind'that was in thee! 7 Grant this, and then from all below. Insensibly remove; Our souls tiieir change shall scarcely know^ Made perfect hrst in love. 8 With ease, our souls thro* death shall glide Into their paradise, And thence on wings of angels ride; Triumphant thro* the skies. 9 Yet when the fullest joy is given, The same delight we prove: In earth, in paradise, in heaven, Our all in all is love. HYMN 58. C. M. 1 NOW let our hearts their glory wake, The sacred song to raise; And ev'ry tuneful pow'r combine* To shout Jehovah's praise. 2 To us a goodly heritage His providence assigns. And in a safe and pleasent place, Marks out our happy lines. 3 Come, let us to his holy name, A gralefu; altar raise: And be this habitation styl'd The house of pray*r and praise* 54 4 Here may his secret breathings fan Devotion to a flame, And fiiilh and love and zeal inspire, T* adorn the Christian name, 5 Thus with thy visits, smiles and grace, May this abode be blest; Ard liere, O great Jehovali, fix Thy pleasant, lasting rest. HYMN 59. L. M. 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is si-one up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay: *'I/ift up your heads ye heavenly gates! *'Ye everlasting doors give way! ' 3 Loose all your bars of massy light. And wide unfold tlie radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right. Receive the king of glory in. 4 "Who is the king of glory, who?'* Tl.e Lord, that all his foes o'er came; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthreWj And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name. Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay; "Lift u[) your heads, ye heavenly gates, **Ye everlasting doors give way! 6 "Who is the king of glory, who?'* The Lord of boundless pow'r possest, O'J The king" of saints, and ang-els too, God over all, for tver blest! HYMN 60. C. M. f WHAT amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, ' "Who know the joyful sound* * Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting soulsj Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls. Abundant, free, and clear. -' Come then, with all your wants and wounds Your ev'ry burden bring! Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep celestial spring! ' Whoever will, (O gracious word!) Sliall of this stream partake; ' onie thirsty souls and bless the Lord, And drink for Jesi's sake! J > Millions of sinners, vile as you, I Have here found life and peace; { Come, then, and prove its virtues tOQj And drink, adore, and bless. HYxMN 61. CM. I I ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy 'and, Where ray possessions lie. v) the transporting, rapi'rous scenCj That rises to my sight! ^ 56 Sweet fields an-ay'd in living" green, And rivers of delight! 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail. On trees immortal grow; There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales With milk and honey flow. [4 All o'er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son for ever reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and fear'd no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place. And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's fuce. And in his bosom rest? 7 Fill'd with delight my raptur'd soul .^'ould here no longer stay; Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll. Fearless I'd launch away. HYMN 62. P. M. 1 LEADER of faitliful souls, and guide Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, e'en us abide, Who would on thee alone rely; On thee nlone our spirits stay, M'hile held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangei-s and pilgrims here below. This earth, we know, is not our place. And hasten through the vail of woe. And restless to behold tljy face. Swift to our hcaveidy country move, Our everlasting home above. We've no abiding city here, Btit seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer. Aspiring to the jjlains of light, Jerusalem, tlie saint's abode. 4 Patient th' appointed race to run, This weary world we cast behind; From stren:^4h to strength we travel on, The New Jerusalem to find; (^ur labour this, our only aim. To find the new Jeruselam. 5 Through thee, who all our sins hastbornCj Freely and graciously forgiven, "NV'th songs to Zion we return, Contendnig for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King; We find it nearer while we sing. 6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine, We urge our wav with strength renew'd The churcli of tne hrst-born to join. We travel to the mount of God, With joy upon our heads to rise; And meet our baviour in the skies. HYMN 63, p. M. 1 Let earth and heaven agree, A*i^e,s and men be join'd. -^ 58 To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind: T'aciore the all-atonin;? Lamb, And ij.csb the sound ot Jesu*s name. 2 Jesus! transporting sound! The joy of earth and lieaveiv, No other help is found, No othername is given By which we can salvation liave. But Jesus came the world to save. 3 Jesus! harmonious name! It charms the hosts abovej They evermore proclaim, And wonder at his love; 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, 'Tis heaven to see our Jcsu's face. 4 His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; *Tis music in his ears, 'Tis life and victory! New songs do now his lips employ. And dances hu? glad heart of joy. ^ 5 Stung by the scorpion sin. My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole; See tliere my Lord upon the tree: I hear, 1 feel he died fo^ me. 6 O unexampled love! O all-redeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move Ta sare a fallen race! 59 M'hat shall I do to make it known Wlmt thou for all mankind hast doner O for a trumpet voice. On all the world to call, To bid their hearts rejoice In him who died for all! For all my Lord was crucified; For all, for all my Saviour died. 8 To serve thy blessed will, Thy dying- love to pra se. Thy counsel to fulfil. And minister thy grace: Freely what I receive to give, The life of heaven on earth to live HYMN 64. C. M. LET every tong-ue thy goodness speak. Thou sov'reign Lord of all, Th^- strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fad. When sorrows bow the spirit downj When virtue lies distressVU Beneath the proud oppressor's frown^ Thou giv'st the mourner rest. I Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel, I Thou hear'st thy children's cry; t And their best wishes to fulfil, j Thy grace is ever nigh. Thy mercy never shall remove From men ofhcavt siiicere: ' Thou sav'st the souls whoso humble love • Is join'd with holy fear. 60 3 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise^ And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God. HYMN 65. C. M. I LORD, all I am is known to thee; In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence or to flee The notice of thine eye. % Thy all surrounding- sight surveys My rising and my rest, My 'Hiblic waks, my private ways. The secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts he open to thee, Lord, Before they're form'd within, And ere my lips pronounce the wordy Thou know'st the sense 1 mean. 4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and higb^ Where can a creature hide? "Within thy circhng arms I lie Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me stillj And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every 11), SecurM by sovereign love. HYMN 66. P. M. 1 LORD, and is thine anger gonei* And art thou pacified! After all that i have done, ' Dost thou no longer chide? 61 liitinite thy mercies are. Beneath the weight I cannot movif;' 'tis more than 1 can bear. The sense of pard'ning love. : I,ct it still my heart constrain^ And all my passiens sway; Keep me, lest 1 turn again Out of the narrow way; rorce my violence to be still, And captivate my ev'ry thought; Cliarm, and melt, and change my will. And bring me down to nought. IS If I have begun once more Thy sweet return to teel; If e'en now I find thy powey Present my soul to heal; ^"111 and quiet may 1 Ue^ Xor struggle out of thme embrace; -Never more resist or fly From thy pursuing grace. •i To the cross, thine altar, bind . Me with the cords ot love; Preedom let me never find From my dear Lord to moves j That I never, never more , May with my much -lov*d Master pSCTt^ ' To the posts of mercy's door, O nail my wilUng heart |» See my utter helplessness, j And leave me not alone, ' O preserve in perfect peace. And seal me for thine own! .More and more tliyself reveal, Thy presence let me always find) 4 62 Comfort, and confirm, and heal My feeble, sin-sick mind. 6 As the apple of an eye. Thy weakest servant keep; Help me at thy feet to lie, And there for ever weep; Tears of joy mine eyes o 'erflow, That I possess a hope of heaven; Much of love 1 ought to know. For 1 have much forgiven. HYMN 67. CM. 1 The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest; And in most sweet, harmonious lays, Employ this day of rest. 2 O may we still remember thee. And more in knowledge grow; And may we more of glory see, While waiting here below. 3 On this sweet day a brighter scene Of glory was display'd. By God th* eternal Word, than when This universe was made. 4 He rises, who our souls had bought With blood, and grief extreme; 'Tji^as great to speak the world from nought 'Twas greater to redeem. HYMN 68. P. M. X THIS, this is the God we adore, Our faitliful unchangeable friend; 63 Whose love is as large as his pow*f. And neitlier knows measure nor end. 2 *Tis Jesus, the first and the last, "Whose spirit shall i^uidc us safe homej We'll praise him for all that is past. And trust him for all that's to come. HYMN 69. C. M. 1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess; Thy goodness we adore; A spring whose blessings never fail— A sea without a shore! 2 S^n, moon and stars, thy love attest;. In every golden ray, Love draws the curtains of the nighty And love brings back the day. 3 Thv bounty ev*ry season crowns. With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters loads the vines. AVitli strength'ning grain the fields-, 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen: There, like a sun, thy mercy shines^ Without a cloud between. 5 Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy, Thro' Jesu's name are giv*n. He on the cross wa-, lifted high; That we might reign in heav'jij; HYMN 70. C. M. 1 WHEN Jesus hung upon the treej lu agonies und bJoodi n 64 He fix'd bis languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 2 never till my latest breath Can I forget that look: He seem'd to charge me with his death. The' not a word he spoke. '3 A second look he gave and said, "I freely all forgive; **This blood is for thy ransom paid; "I die that thou may'st live " 4 With pleasing grief and moiu-nfuljoy, INly spirit now is fill'd. That I should sucli a life destroy,^ Yet live by him 1 kill'd. HYMN 71 L. M. 1 LORD, how secure and blest are they "Who feel the joys of pardon*d sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea. Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads» Made up of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on. But fly not half so swift away: Their souls are ever bright as noon. And calm as summer evenings are, 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills; Where groves of living pleasures grow! And ionging hopes, and clieerful smiles. Sit undisturb'd upon their brow. G5 J They scorn to seek our golden toys. But spend the day and sliare the night. In niinib'ring o'er the richer joys, That Heaven prepares for their delight. ^ HYMN 72. C. M. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known: A rest where ptire enjoyment reigns; And thou art lov'd alone. 2 A rest where all our soul's desire is fix'd on things above, 'Where fear, and sin, and grief expire^ Cast out by perfect love. 3 O that I now the rest might know, Believe and enter in! Kow, Saviour, now, the power bestow. And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove this hardness from my hearts This unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart. The sabbath of thy love. $ I would be thine, thou know'st I wouI(J, And have thee all my own; Thee, O my all-sufficient good, 1 want, and thee alohe. 6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant! This, only this begiven; NoiMiig besidtr my God 1 want, Nothing in earth or heaven. 66 7 Come, O my S.'viour. come away^ Into iriy sou) descend' No longer froiTi thy creature stay, My author ancl tr.y end! 3 Come, Fath- r. Son, and Holy Gost^ And se:d me thine abcde; Let all I am in thct- bt- lost, Let all be lost in God! HYMN 73. C. M. f MY Saviour, my aliTiig-hty friend, V^ hen T be; soul With ti'ansport fiU^ 67 9ently doth he chide my stay, "Rise, my love, and come away." The scatter'd clout^s are fled at last, The rain is g-onc, the winter's ,;ast. The lovely vernal flowers appear, The warb mg choir enchants our ear": Now with sweetly pensive rnoaq, Coos the turtle dove alone. HYMN 75. P. M. 1 VAIN, delusive world adieu; With all of creature -good, OnU Jesus 1 pursue, Wiio boaght me with his blood! All thy pleasures I forego, I trample on ihy wealth and pride: Onl} Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified. 2 Other knowledge 1 disdain, 'Tis all but vanity; Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, He tasted death for me! Me to save from endless woe The sin-atoning victim diecC Only Jesus will 1 know, And Jesus crucified! 3 Here will I set up my rest; My fluctuati jg heart From the haven of his breast Shall never more depart: ■^Vhither should a sinner go? His wounds for me stand open wide; Only Jesus \mjI I know. And Jesus crucified! 68 4 Him to know is life and peaCfj And pleasure without end, This is all my happiness, On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace t« grow. And ever in his faith abide,-. Only Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified! 5 O that I could all invite. This saving- truth to prove: Show the length, the breadth, the heigk^ And depth of Jesu*s love! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone applied^ Only Jesus will I know. And Jesus crucified. HYMN 76, S. M. Jifoming Son^9 1 SEE how the rising sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praisiiSi With ev'ry bright 'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly parent sin^; And to its gi'eat original The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and 1 awoke, and foun^ My kind Preserver near! 69 4 Thus does thine arm suppori Thi^> weak, defenceless frame: But whence these favors, Lord, to me^ So worthless as I am? 5 O how shall I repay The bounties of my God? Th'S feeble spirit pants beneath The pleasing", painful load. 6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross I bring- my sacrifice; By thee perfum'd- it shall ascend With fragrance to the skies. 7 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy presence I would spend A long eternity HYMN 77. L. M. 1 PRATSE God, from whom all blessings flow. Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HYMN 78. CM. 1 WHY should a living man complain Of deep distress within. Since ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry pain Is but tlie fruit of sin? Lord to thy dealings I'll submit. Nor would I dare rebel; Yet sure 1 may, here at thy feet, My painful feelings tell* 70 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrows rise,; And bent ipon my somI; De -p calls to deep -0 hea;- my cries, While stormy bdlows roll 4 F cm fear to hope, and hope to fear. My ship-wri^ck'd soul is tost; Till I am tempted in despair To g-ive up ail for lost. 5 Yet tliro' the stormy clouds I look Once more to thee, tny God; O fix my feet on Christ, tlie rock. Who bought me with his blood, '6 One look of mercy from thy face, *^Vill set mv heai't at ease; One all-commanding- word of grace Will make the tempest cease. TIYMN 79. C. M. 1 LOKD, in the morning thou shalthe^r 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, Pre»enfin>; at the Father's tjirone 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 O may thy Spirit gviide my feet -In ways of righteousiifess; 71 Make every path of duty straight^ And piain betor my lace. 5 Now to thy hou.se will 1 ixsort. To last c ihy nieicits there; I will tVequeiit thy holy court. And worship in thy fear. HYMN 80. C M. 1' WHEN fail h presents tiie Saviour's deatlft. And whispers, "tliisis nunc;'* Sweetly my rising hours advance. And peacefully decline ^ Lei outward things go how they will, On thee I cast rny care But let me reign with thee in heaven-^ Tiio' most unworthy here ■) Faith in thy love shall sweeten deaths And smooth the j ugged way; Smile on me de.irest Lord, and then I shall not wish to stay. HYMN 81 S. M. t WHAT cheering wo''dd are these't 'JTheir sweemess who cantelli In tiiiie and to etern ty, Mis with the lighteous well. 2 In every state secure. Kept by Jehovah's eye, 'Tis well with them while life indureSS"; And well when call'd to die. 3- *Tis well when joys arise, 'lis well when sorrows flow:] 'Tis well when darkness veils the skiep^ Ai;d strong temptations blow. [4 *Tis well when on the mount They feast on dying love; And 'tis as well in God's account. When they the furnace prove.] 5 'Tis well when at his throne. They wrestle, weep, and pray, 'Tis well when at his feet they groaij. Yet bring their wants away. 6 *Tis well when Jesus calls. From earth and sin, arise. Join with the host of virgin soul;^ Made to salvation wise. HYMN 82. C. M. 1 MORTA.LS awake, with angels join, And chaunt the solemn lay; Joy, love, and gratitude combine, To hail th* auspicious day. 2 In heav*n the rapt'rous song began. While sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran. And tun'd the golden lyre. » 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew. And loud the echo roll'd; The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold. ^ Down through the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran; And angels Hew with eager joy To btar the news to man- Hark! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song: Good will and peace are heard thraughoiit Th' harmonious heavn'ly throng. Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail! Redeemer, brother, friend! Though earth, and time, and life should faij, Thy praise shall never end. HYMN 83. C. M. 1 NOW from the altar of our heartSN, Let warmest thanics anse; Assist us Lord, to offer up Our ev'ning sacritice. 2 This day God was our sun and shield. Our keeper and our guide; nis care was on our weakness shown. His mercies multiplied. .3 Minutes and mercies multiplied. Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and sure than they. 4 New times, new favours, and new joys. Do a new song require: Till we shall praise thee as we would. Accept our heart's desire. HYMN 84. CM. 1 "WH EN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 74 2 Should earth ag-ainst my soul engage^ And fievy cinrtt. he huri'd, Then'l can smile at Satan's rage. And face a frowning world 3 Let cares li! e a wild deluge comcj I>et storms of sorrow fall; So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all, 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, An" nov a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. HYMN 85. C. M. O FOR a thousand tongues, to sing My dear Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and king, The triumphs of his grace. My gracious Saviour, and my God, Assist me to proclaiiu. To spread, through all the earth abroa(3j The honours of thy name i .3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinnei-'s ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the pow'r of cancell'd sii^ He sets the pris'ners f-ee; His blood can make the foulest clexi^ His blood availed for ine> I. r5 V ! HYMN 86 CM. 1 O TOR a closer walk wiih Gnd! \ calm iiii'l heav'niy tVasne; A liirht lo shine upon the road. That leads me to the Lamb! 3 Whore is the blesscdn.-- 1 k'lew. When first 1 saw the Lord? Wheri- is the sb\,\ 'efreshin view. Of" Jesus and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their mem rv sti))' But iliey haveJeft in uchinji' void. The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return. Sweet messeng-er of rest! 1 hate the sins that made thee mou«^. And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I hjve known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear ii from thy throng And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be dose wi'h Go^, Calm and serene r.i\ frame; So p»irer lig'ht shall mark th.- road, That leads me to the Lamb. •HYMN 87 P. M. REJOICE th^- i.ord is Kiiiff; Ynir Lord and Kinj^ a.inie^ "Mortals, give thanks an> siii|^, And triumph evermore; 76 JL.irt up your hearts, lift up your voice> Rejoice, again I say rejoice. Jesus, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love, WheiThe had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up your hearts, &.c. His kingdom cannot fail. He rules o'er earth and heaveti' The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given; Lift up- your hearts, &c. He s^ts at God's right-hand Till all his foes submit. And bow to his command. And fall beneath his feetf Lift up your hearts. Sic. He all his foes shall quell, Shall all bur sins destroy; And every bosom swell "With pure seraphic joy; Lift up your hearts, &c. Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the Judge shall comej And take his servants up To their eternal home; We soon shall hear th' archangel's voic^. The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice! HVMN88. CM. % WITH joy we meditate the gracS Of our High-Priest abovq 77 His heart 13 made of tenderheffs^ His bowels melt with love. 2 ToucliM with a sympathy within. He knows our feeble frame; He knoAS what sore temptations meahj For he hath felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out strong- cries and tearb. And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 4 He*ll never quench the smoking fla::?^ But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We »hall obtain deliv'rlng- grace In the distressing hour. - HYMN 89. C. M. 1 O FOR a heart to praise my God, A heart from guiit set free; A heart that's sprinkled with the blood, So freely shed for me. 2 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, W'lich neither Ufe nor death can part. From him that dwells within. 3 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek. My dear Redeemer's throne; "Where only Christ is beard to s^jeak^ AVhere Jesus reigns alone. 78 4 Thy holy nature. Lord, impart. Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heaii, Thy new, best name, of love. HYMN 90. L.M. 1 SES^NERS, obey the gospel word. Haste to the supper of our Lord; Be wise to know jour gracious day. All things are ready, come away. 2 Ready the Father is to own. And kiss a late returning son; Ready the loving Saviour stands. And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 5 Ready the Spirit of his love, Ev*n now the stony heart to move, T' apply and witness with the blood. And wash and seal the sons of God. 4 Ready for you the Angels wait. To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. HYMN 91. C. M. t THERE is a land of pure delight. Where saints immorta reign; Infinite day excludes the night. And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides. And never-with'ring flov/'ys: Deati;, lik^a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from onrs. 79 sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand idress'ci in living green; So to the Jews old Cannaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between, 1 Could we but climb where Moses stood. And view the landscape o'er; Xot Jonian's stream, nor death's cold flood^ Should fright us from tlie shore. HYMN 92. L. M. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? M'hat tim'rous worms we mortals are1 Death is the gate to endless joy. And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away^ And we shrink back again to Ufe, Fond of our prison and our clay. ^ O if my Lord would come and meet, M)' soul would stretch her wings in haste. Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she past. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed ' Feel soft as downy pillows are, "While on his breast I lean my head. And breathe my life out sweetly there. I HYMN 93. L. M. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in his praise: His nature andJiis works invite I'o make this duty oui* delight. 80 2 He form'd the stars, those heaven'v flame^ lie counts their numbers, calls tlicu names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts arc drown'dj 3 -Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Kor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn; He clothes the smiling fields with corn: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when the^ cry, 5 What is the creature's skill or force. The sprigtly man, or warlike horse? The piercing Wit, the active limb, Are ail to mean delights for iiim. 6 But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight; , He sees their hope, he knows their fear, He looks, and loves his image there. HYMN 94. P. M. 1 THOU God of truth and love, We seek thy (;erfect .vay, Ready thy choice t' approve. Thy providence t' obey; Enter into thy wise design, And sweetly lose our will i,i thinS. 2 Why hast thou cast our lot In the same age and | luce? And why togelh6. C. M. 1 SALVATION! O the joyful .sound! What pleasures to our ears. A sov'reign balm for every wouud, A cordial for our fears. 1 83 Glory y honour, praise^ and poioer. Be unto the Lamb for ever.' Jesus Christ is our Redeemer/ Hallelujah.' praise the Lord* 2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound. Glori/, &c. 5 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts. And dwell upon our tongues. Glort/ ^c, HYMN 97. C. M. 1 « SHEPHERDS rejoice, lift up your eyes, And send your fears away. News from the regions of the skies — A Savioiu-'s born to-day. 2 " Jesus, the God whom angels fear. Comes down to dwell witli you; To-day he makes his entrance here. But not as monarchs do. •3 " No gold, nor purple swaddling bands^ Nor royal shining things; A 'iiangertbi- his cradle stands; And holds the Kjng of kings. 4 " Go shepherds, where the infant lies. And see his humble throne; With tears of joy in all your eyes. Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." $ Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around. The heav'nly armies throng; 84 lA\ey tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song: 6 « Glory to God that reigns above, Let peace surround the earth; Mortals shall know their Maker's lovcj At then* Redeemer's birth" T Lord! and shall angels have their song?-. And men no tunes to raise? O may 'we lose these useless tongues When we forget to praise! 3 Glory to God that reigns above. That pity'd us forlorn; We join to sing our Maker's lov(t. For there's a Saviour born. HYMN 98. C. M. 1 TRY us, O God, and search the ground- Of every sinful heart; Whatever of sin in us is found, O bid it all depart! 2 When to the right or left we stray^ Leave us not comfortless; But guide our feet into the way Of everlasting peace. 3 H»lp us to help each other, Lord^ Each othei-*s cross to bear; Let each his friendly aid aflord. And feel his brother's car©^ •i Help us to build each other uj^ Our little stock unprove^ 85 Increase our faith, confirm qui* hope, And perfect us in love. *^ 5 Up into thee, our living Head, Let us in all things grow; Till thou hast made us free indeed^ And spotless here below. 6 Then when the mighty work is wrouglUj Receive thy ready bride; Give us in lieaven a happy lot ■\Vitli all the sanctified. HYMN 99. C. M. 1 Plung'd in a gulf of deep despair. We, wretched sinners, lay, "\Vithout one cheering beam of hopQ, Or spark of glimm'ring day, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief: He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief, 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break. And all harmonious human tongue^ The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys; Strike all your harps of ^old. But when you raise your highest nofCJ?^ His love can ne'er be told. 5 86 HYMN 100. S. M. 1 THE praying spirit breathe, The watching power impart; From all entanglements beneath Call off my peaceful heart; My feeble mind sustain. By worldly thoughts oppress'd: Appear, and bid me turn again To ray eternal rest. 2 Swift to my rescue come. Thine own this moment seize, Gather my wand'ring spirit home. And keep in perfect peace: Suffered no more to rove O'er all the eailh abroad. Arrest the pris*nerof thy love^ And shut me up in God. HYMN 100. C. M. 4 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys. Transported with the view l*m lost, In wonder, love, and praise, 2 Thy providence my life sustain'd. And all my wants redress'd; When in the silent womb I lay. And hung upon the breast, 3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youthj With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe. And led me up to man. 4» Ten thousand, thousand preciotts gifts. My dail^ thanks employ; | 87 Nor is the least a cheerful heart. That tastes those gifts with joy;. 5 Thro' ev'ry period of my life. Thy goodnes 1*11 adore! And after death, in distant worlds^ Thy boundless love explore. •3 Thro* all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise; But 6, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. HYMN 101. C. M. i MY God, my portion, and my love. My everlasting All, I've none but thee in heaven abovCf Nor on this earthly ball. ^Vhat empty things are all the skies. And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joySj There's nothing like my God. 3 In vain the bright, the burning sun. Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon> If thou withdraw, 'tis ni^ht. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed. Among the shades [ roll, If my Redeemer shows his head, 'Tis morning with my soul. J To thee we owe our wealth and frien^jfe', And healtli, and safe abode: u 88 Thanks to ihy name for meaner things; X But they are not my God. 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth. If once compar'd to thee: Or wliat's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me-? 7 Were I possessor of the earth. And call'd the stars ray own. Without thy graces and th} self, I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas. And grasp in all the shore: Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. HYMN 102. CM. 1 SING to the great Jehovah's praise,! All praise to him belongs. Who kindly lengthens out our days, Demands our choicest songs: His providence hath brought us through Another various year; We all with vows and anthems new Before our God appear. 2 Father, thy mercies past we own. Thy still continued care: To thee presenting, through thy Son Whate'er we have or are: Our lips and lives shall gladly show "The wonders of thy love,' 69 ■^Vhile on in Jesu's steps we go To seek thy face above. 3 Oar residue of clays or hours, Thine, wholly thine shall be: And all our consecrated powers, A sacrifice to thee; Till Jesus in the clouds appear. To saints on earth forgiven, And bring the grand sabbatic year, Tlie jubilee of heaven. HYMN 103. S. M. 1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armour on. Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his eternal Son; Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power. "Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 2 Stand then in his great might, AVith all his strength endu'd; But take, to arm you for the fight^ The panoply of God: That having all things done, And all your conflicts past. Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 5 Stand, then, against your foes, In close and firm array; Legions of wily fiends oppose Throughout the evil day; 90 But meet the sons of nig-ht, But niock their vain desigri, Arm'd in the arms of heavenly light. Of nghteouness divine. 4 Leave no unguarded place> No weakness of the soul: Take every virtue, every grace^ And fortify the whole: Indissollibly join'd, To battle all proceed; But arm yourselves with all the mind That was in Christ your Head. 'n O tOT MIVAH % BUT, above all, lay hold On faith's victorious shield; Arm'd with that adamant and gold, Be sure to win the field: If faith surround your heart, Satan shall be subdu'd; Repell'd his every fiery dart, And quench'dwith Jesu^s blood., 3 Jesus hath died for you! What can his love withstand? Believe, hold fast your shield, and who ^lall pluck you from his hand? Believe that Jesus reigns, And power to him is given: Believe, till freed from sin's remains^ Believe yourselves to heaven! 3 To keep your armour bright* Attend with <;oustant care; J UJ Still walking in your Captain's sight. And watcliing- unto prayer. Ktrudy for all alarms, Steadfastly set your face, Vnd alu ays exercise your arms. And use your every grace, I Pray, without ceasing, pray, (Your Captain gives tlie word,} Tlis summons cheerfully obey, And cull upon the Lord: To God your every want In instiint prayer display: Pray always; pray, and never faiijt; Pray, without ceasmg. pra)-. HYMN lOo. C. M. 1 IjV fellowship alone. To God with faith draw near: Approacii his courts, besiege his throne. ^^'lth all tlie power of prayei"; Go to his temple, go. Nor from his aliar move; Let every house his worship know^' And every heart his love. 2 To God your spirits dart; Your souls in words declare; f )r groan to him who reads the heart, Th' unutterable prayer; His mercy now implore, And now show fortli his praise. In shouts, or silent awe, adore 'Ills miracles of g^race. 92 3 Pour out your souls to God, And bow them, with your knees; And spread your hearts and hands abroad, And pray for Sion's peace. Your guides and brethren bear For ever on your mind; Eixtends the arms of mighty prayer^ In grasping all mankind. 4 From strength to strength go on. Wrestle, and fight, and pray: Tread all the powers of darkness down,- And win the well-fought day; Still let the Spirit cry In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ the Lord descend from high^ And take the conquerors home. HYMN 106. CM. 1 THY ceaseless, unexhausted lovcj Unmerited and free. Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still. Thou dost with sinners bear. That sav'd, we may thy goodness fee^ And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul abound; A vast unfathomable sea Where all our thoughts are drown*d! 4 Its streams the whole creation reach. So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, eno\igh for each. Enough for evermore. k.1 3 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies ar^> A rock that cannot move; A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure; And while the truth of God remains. His goodness must endure. HYMN 107. C. M. J THAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my JudgCj And pass the solemn test. 2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, Thou ruler of my heart. How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound depart, 3 The thunder of that awful word, Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul assunder, Lor^, Witli most exquisite fear. 4 What, to be banish'd from my Lortl, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, And death forever fly! ^ O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where f must not taste lus love' 94 HYMN 109. P. M. 1 THOU Shepherd of Israel and mine, Tlie joy and desire of my heart, For closer communion I pine, I long to reside where thou art; The pasture I languish to find, Where all who their Shepherds obey. Are fed on hy bosom reclin'd, And screen'd from the heat of the d^y. 2 Ah! show me that happiest place. That place of thy people's abode> "Where saints in an ecstacy gaze. And hang on a crucify'd God: Thy love for a sinner declare. Thy passion and death on the tree; My spirit to Calvary bear. To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 ' ris there with the lambs of thy flock, There only f covet to rest: To lie at the foot of the rock, Oi* rise to be hid in thy breast: ' ris there 1 would always abide, And never a moment depart: Concealed in the cleft of thy side. Eternally held in thy heart. HYMN 108. C. M. WHILE sliepherds watch'd their flocts by night. All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down. And glory shone around "Fear not," said lie (for mighty dread Had sciz'd their troublod miiKl:) 95 "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all niankmd. < " To you in. David's town, this day. Is born of David's line, The haviour who is Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign: 4 " Tiie heavenly babe you there shall find To hunian view display'd, All meanly wrapp d in swathing bandSj And in a manger laid." 3 Thus spaioe the seraph, and forthwith Appear d a shimnii;- throng Of angels praising God, f»n high. And thus addrcss*d their song: 'r " AH glory be to God on high. And to the earth be peace; Good-will iienceforth, from heav*n to meji. Begin and never cease." HYMN 109. C. M, 1 GOD! our help in ages past. Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blas^^ And Qur etej-nal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne; Still may we dwell secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone. And our defiance is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood. Or earth receiv'd h-r frame. From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same-. 06 4 Athouaand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun ■5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood. And lost in following years. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons awav; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. 7 O God! our help in ages past. Our hope for years to come. Be thou our guard while life shall last^ And our perpetual home! HYMN 110. C M. 1 O GLORIOUS hope of perfect love! It lifts me up to things above; It bears on eagles' wings; It gives my ravish'd soul to taste. And makes me for some moments fea^t With Jesu's priests and kings. 2 Rejoicing now in earliest hope, I stand, and from the mountain top See all the land below: Rivers of milk and honey rise. And all the fruits of Qfiradise, In endless plenty grow. 5 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, T'avour'd with God's peculiar smile. With every blessing blest; 97 There dwells tlie E,ordour Righteously, And keeps his own in perfect peace, And everlasting rest. •i O that I might at once go up! No more on this side Jordan stop, But now the land possess! This moment end my legal years; borrows, and sins, and doubts, andfear$, A howling wilderness. 5 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in! Cast out thy foes; the inbred sin, 'Ihe carnal mind remove; The purchase of thy death divide j And, O! with all the sanctify'd. Give me a lot of love! HYMN 111. L. M. 1 O THAT my load of sin were gone, O that I could at last submit. At Jesu'sfect to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesu's feet! 2 Rest for my soul 1 long to find: Saviour of all, if mine thou art. Give me thy meek and lowly mind. And stamp thime image on my he^rt. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within. Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, Thy light and easy burden prove. The cross all stain'd \vitli hallowM blood> The labour of tbv dvlng love, ^ 98 5 I would, but thou must give the powerj My heart from every sin release; Bring' near, bring- near the joyful hour. And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer. Nor let tljy chariot wheels delay: Appear in my poor hedrt, appear; My God, my Saviour, come away! HYMN 112. P. M. 1 O THOU God of my salvation. My Redeemer from all sin; Mov'd by thy divine compassion, "SVho has died my heart to win, I will praise thee, I will praise thee;. Where shall I thy praise begin? 2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour; He hath brought salvation near; Manifests his pard'ning favour; And when Jesus doth appear. Soul and body, Sec. Shall his glorious image bear. > While the angel-choirs are crying^ Glory to the great 1 AM! I witli them will still be vying. Glory! glory to the Lamb! O how precious, &c. Is the sound of Jesu's name! 4 Angels now^ are hov'ring round us, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us* Glad to join the holy song: Hallelujah, &c. h9\9 and' praise to Christ belong! 99 5 Now T see with joy and wonder, Whence the gracious spring- arose; Angels' minds are lost to ponder D} ing love's mysterious cause: Yet the blessing, 8cc. Down to all, to me it flows! 6 This hath set me all on fire; Strongly glows the flame of love; Higher mounts my soul, and higher. Struggles for its swift remove; Then I'll praise him, &c. In a nobler strain above! HYMN 113. P. M. 1 REJOICE for a brother deceas'd. Our loss is his infinite gaiin A soul out of prison releas'd. And freed from its bodily chain; "With songs let us follow his flight. And mount with his spirit abovej Escap'd to the mansions of light. And lodg'd in the Eden of love. .2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd, Outflying the tempest and wind. His rest he hath sooner obtained. And left his companions behind; Still toss'd on the sea of distress; Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace. And sorrow and sin are no more. 8 There all the ship's company meet, AVho sail'd with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet, ^nd triumph o'er Borrow and death i 100 The voyag'c of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is ]?ast: The age that in heaven they spend. For ever and ever shall last. HYMN 114. P. M. 1 YE simple souls, that stray Far from the path of peace. That unfrequented way To life and happiness: — How long will ye your folly love, And throng the downward road. And hate tlie wisdom from abovcj And mock the sons of God! 2 Madness and misery, Ye count our lives beneath; And nothingr'great can see, Or glorious in our death! As born to suffer and to grieve. Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contemn'd we live; And unlamented die. o Poor pensive sojourners, O'erwhelmM with grief and woes Perplex'd with needless fears. And pleasure's mortal foes; More irksome than a gaping tomb. Our sight ye cannot bear, Wrapt in the melancholy gloom Of fanciful despair. 4 So wretched and obscure. The men whom ye despis^'. So foolish, weak, and poor. Above your scorn \ye ri^?' 101 Our conscience in the Holy Ghosf, Can witness better things: For he whose blood is all our boast, Hath made up priests and kings. Riches unsearchable In Jesu's love we know. And pleasures from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow; From him the Spirit we receive Of wisdom, grace, and power, And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore. Angels our servants are, And keep m all our ways, And in their hands they bear The sacred sons of grace; Our guardians to that heavenly bliss^ They all our steps attend; And God himself our Father isj And Jesus is our Friend. With him we walk in white. We in his image shine, Our robes are robes of light, Our righteousness divine: On all the grov'ling kings of eartfi, "With pity we look down. And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never-fading crown. HYMN 115. C. M. MY span of life will soon be done'. The passing moments say; As Icngth'ning shadows o'er the mcaLa, Proclaim the close of day. 6 102 O that my heart might dwell aloof, From all created things; And learn that wisdom from above, AVhence true contentment springs! 2 Courage, my soul, thy bitter cross. In ev'ry trial here. Shall bear thee to thy heaven above; But sliall not enter there. The sighing ones that humbly seek In sorrowing paths below. Shall in eternity rejoice. Where endless comforts flow. 3 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er, Of sublunary care. And life's dull vanities no more, This anxious breasrt ensnare. Courage, my soul, on God rely. Deliverance soon w ill come, A thousand ways has Providence, To bring believers home. 4 E*er first I drew this vital breath. From nature's prison free. Crosses in number, measure, weight. Where written, Lord, for me: But thou my shepherd, friend, and guide. Hast led me kindly on. Taught me to rest my fainting head On Christ, the corner-stone. 5 So comforted, and so sustain'd. With darK events I strove. And found, when rightly understood. Ail messengers of love; 103 With silence and submissive awe, AdorM a chast'ning God, Ttever'd the terrors of his law. And humbly kiss'd the rod. HYMN 116. L: M. 1 PEACE, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear! Thy great Provider still is near: Who fed thee last, will feed thee still. Be calm, and sink into this will. 2 The Lord who built the earth and sky. In mercy stops to hear thy cry; His promise all may freely claim, *'Ask and receive in Jesu's name "^ His stores are open all, and free To such as truly upright be; Water and bread he'll give for food, With all things else which he sees good. 4 Your sacred hairs which are so small, By God himself are number'd all; Tliis truth he's publish'd all abroad. That men may learn to trust the Lord. J The ravens daily he doth feed, And sends them food as they have need; Although they nothing have in store. Yet as they lack he gives them more. 6 Then do not seek with anxious care, . What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear. Your heavenly Father will you feed. He knows that all these things you need , 104 /"Without reserve give Christ your heari; Let him his righteousness impart; Then all things else he'll freely give; With him you all things shall receive. 8 Thus shall the soul be truly blest^ That seeks in God his only rest, May I that happy person be, In time and in eternity. HYMN lir. S. M. 1 GLORY to God on high; Our peace is made with heav'n; The Son of God came down to die; That we might be forgiv'n. S His precious blood was shed, His body bruis'd for sin: Bemember this in eating bread, And this in drinking wine. 3 Approach his royal board. In his rich garments clad; Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord; And ev'ry heart be glad. 4 The Father gives the Son; The Son is flesh and blood: The Spir*t applies, and faith puts ou The righteousness of God. HYMN 118. S M. i EQUIP me for the war, And teach my hands to fight, '3VIy simple, upright heart prepare. And guide my words aright. 105 2 Control my ev'ry thought; My whole of sin remove; Let "all my works in thee be wrought; Let all be wrought in love. 3 O arm me with the mind, Meek Lamb, that was in thee! And let my knowing zeal be join'd 'With perfect charity. 4 With calm and tempered zeal Let me enforce thy call; And vindicate thy gracious willj Which offers life to all. 5 O may I love like thee! In all thy footsteps tread! Thou hatest all iniquity, But nothing thou hast mad?. 6 O may 1 learn the art, "With meekness to reprove! To hat<3 the sin with all my heart. But still the sinner love, HYMN 119. L. M, 1 OF him M'ho did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing; Arise, ye iieedy, he'll rcheve; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given. Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven. Tho' sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. To shame our sins he blushM in blood,. He clos'd his eyes to show its God; 106 Let all the world fall down and know. That none but God such love can show. 4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone I shed my tears and make my moan! Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love. 5 Insatiate to this spring I fly; 1 drink and yet am ever dry; Ah! who against thy charms is proof? Ah! who that loves can love enough? HYMN 120. C. M. I' MY God, I know, I feel thee mine. And will not quit my claim. Till all I have is lost in thine. And all renew'd I am. ] I hold thee with a trembling hand. And will not let thee go, Till steadfastly by faith I stand, And all thy goodness know, .T Jesus, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad: Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fix'd in God. 4 O that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow! Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the nioimtains flow! '. O that it now from heaven might fall^. And all my sins consume: Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I callj Spirit of bm-ning, come. 107 J Refining" fire, go through my heart, Illuminute my soul; Scatter thy hfe through every part, And sanctify the whole. 7 Sorrow and sin shall then cxph'e. When enter'd into rest; I only live my God to admire, My God for ever blest 8 My steadfast soul, from falling free. Shall then no longer move; But Christ be ail the world to me. And all my heart to love. HYMN 121 L M. I MY hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo! now my soul I bow; I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, 1 find thee, Saviour, in my heart. J Be thou my strength, be thou my way. Protect me through my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide. And keep me. Saviour, near thy side. 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me^ As I have need, my Saviour be: And if [ would from thee depart. Then clasp me. Saviour, to thy heart, 4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour. Save me from sin and Saian's power; Tear every idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour — reign alone. 5 My suff 'ring time sliall soon be o'er, Then shall I sigh and weep no more; IGS My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endleS3 day. HYMN 122 L. M. i PIERCE, fill me with an humble fear. My utter helplessness reveal; Satan and sin ar always near; Thee may I always nearer feel. 2 O! that to thee my constant mind Might with an even flame aspire. Pride in its earhest motions find, And mark the risings of desire. 3 O! that my tender soul might fly The first abhorr'd approach of ill; Quick as the apple of an eye. The slightest touch of sin to fee!. 4 Till thou anew my soul create, Still may I strive, and watch, and prjgr; Humbly and confidently wait, And long to see the perfect day. HYMN 138. C. M. i tVHY do we mourn departing friends. Or shake at Death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sendsL To call them to liis arms. ^ Are we not tending upward too. As fast as time can move? "Nor should we wish the hours more slo^:. To keep us from our love. } Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to tti© tomlsi? 109 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a lonjj perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he blessM, And soft'ned ev'ry bed: Where should the dying- li embers rest; But with their dying head? 5 Thence he arose ascending- high, And shew'd our feet the way. Up to the Lord our ttesli shall fly, At the great rising-day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations, under ground) Ye saints, ascend the skies. HYMN 124. S. M. 1 GREAT God, now condescend To bless our rising race; Soon may their willing spirits bend To thy victorious grace. "20 what a vast delight Their happiness to see! Oar warmest wishes all unite To lead their souls to thee. 3 Now bless, thou God of love, Thii ordinance divine Send thy good ^spirit from above. And make these children thine» HYMN 125. P. M. 1 YES! we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; 7 110 God, the mighty God, is speaking, By his word, in ev'ry land; When he chuses, Darkness flies at his command. 2 Let us hail the joyful season: Let us hail the rising ray: When th« Lord appears, there's reasoii To expect a glorious day: At his presence Gloom and darkness fly away. 3 While the foe becomes more daring; Wliile he enters like a flood; God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad: Eveiy language Soon shall tell the love of God. 4 O! 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving. To our hearts to hear each day, Joyful news from far arriving. How the Gospel wins its way: Those enlight'ning. Who in death and darkness lay. ^ God of Jacob, high and glorious. Let thy people see thy hand; Lei the gospel be victorious, Through the world, in every land: And the idols, Perish, Lord, at thy command. - HYMN 126. C. M. 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb Ill And shall I fear to own his cause^ Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds of ease; AVhile others fought to win the prize. And sail'd through bloody seas? > Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, ' To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, jj- . Supported by thy word 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war. Shall couquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar, ^. And seize it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious- day shall rise. And all tliy armies shine In robes of victory thro* the skies. The glory shall be thine. HYMN 127. P. M. 1 DROOPING saints no longer grieve,- Heaven is propitious, If on Christ you do believe; You will find himprecious. 2 Jesus now is passing by. Call the mourners to him.; 112 He has died, for you and T, Now look up, and view him. 3 From his hands, his feet, his side; Runs a heehng fountain. See the consolation tide; Boundless as the ocean. 4 See the^iving waters move, For the sick and dying; Now resplve to gain his love. Or to perish trying. 5 Grace's s^ore is always free; Drooping souls to gladden, Jesus calls; "come unto me;" Wearry heavy laden. 6 Though your sins, like mountains high, Rise and reach to heaven; Soon as you, on him rely, "All shall be forgiven*. 7 Now me thinks, I hear one say, I will go, and prove him; If he takes my sins away; Surely I shall love him. 8 Yes, 1 see the Father smile. Smiling moves my burden; All iiB grace, for 1 am vile. Yet he seals my pardon. 9 Streaming mercy, how it flows, Now I know I feel it; Half has never yet been told. Yet, I want to tell it. 10 Jesus' blood, has healed my wounds, Oh the wond'rous story; 113 1 was lost, but now am found, Glory! Glory! Glory! 11 Ghivy to my Saviour's nnme, Saints are bound to love him; Mourners }ou may do the sauie, Only come and prove him. IJ Hasten to the Saviour's blood, Ftt 1 It, and declare it; Oh that 1 coidd sing* so loud, That all the woi Id might hear it. 13 If no pfieater joys are known. In the upper regions; I will try to travel on. In this pure religion. It Heaven s here, and heaven's there, Glory's here, and yonder; Jirightest Seraph's shout amen, ^\ hile all the angels wonder. HYMN 128. C. M. 1 HAIL, mighty .Tesus; how divine Is thy victorious sword! The stoutest rebel must resign. At thy commanding word. 2 The strongest holds of Satan yield To thy all conqu*ring hand: "Wlien once thy glorious arm's reveaPd; No creature can withstand. ?> Deep are the wounds thy aiTows give; They pierce the h rdest heart: Th^ smiles of grace, the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart. ii4 4 Still gird thy sword upon thy thlgb, T?:de witii iriajestic >\vii_vr Go forth, sweet Prince, triumphantly. And make thy foes obey. HYMN 129. C. M. 1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds. In a believer's ear! It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole. And calms the trroubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build. My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treas'ry fill'd With boundles stores of grace. 4, Jesus! my shepherd husband, friendj My prophet, priest, and king; My Lord, my life, my way, my end. Accept the praise 1 bring. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart. And cold my warmest thought; But when 1 see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought, 6 'Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath: And may the music of thy name Kefrtbh my souUu death. 115 HYMN 130. L M. 1 JESUS, thy blood and ri,^hteousness My beauty art , my glorious dress; *Mivlst Haming- worlds in these arrayed. With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath liv'd and died forme." 3 Bold shall 1 stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fuliy thro thee absolv'd 1 am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame^ 4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, Thus all the armies bought with blood. Saviour of siniiersthee proclaim, Sinners of whom the chief I am. 5 This spotless robe the same appears When ruin'd nature Muka in years: No age can change its glorious hue, TU'^ grace of Christ is ever new. 6 O' let the dead now hear thy voice, . Nov. bid thy banish'd ones rejoice, Tlieir beauty this their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness! HYNLX 131. C. M. 1 T.ET Zion's watchmen all awake, And lake xh' alnrm they give,- Xow K t them from the mouth of God Their solemn charge receivCi 116 2 'Tis not a cause of small import The pas Oi*s cure vlemaiuls; But wliat niig-iit fill a.i hh^.- :'s heart, And fill'd • Savioui*s hands. 3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego; For souls which must for ever live In raptures, or in wo. 4 May they, that Jesus whom they preach. Their own Redeemer see; And watch thou daily o'er their souls. That they may watch for uiee. HYMN 132. P. M. 1 pniS»NERS of I'lope, lift up your heads, The day of liberty draws near! Jesus, who on the Serpent treads, Shiill soon in your behalf appear: The Lord will to his temple come; Prepare your hearts to make him room. 2 Ye all shall find whom in his word Himself hath caus'd to put your trust. The Father of ourdyine^ Lord Is ever to his promise just; Faithful, if we our sins confess. To cleanse from all unrighteousness. 3 Yes, Lord, we must believe thee kind. Thou never canst unfaithful prove; Surely we shall thy mercy find; Who ask, shall all receive thy love: Nor cinst thou it to me deny; I ask, the chief of sinners, 1! 117 4 O ye of fearful hearts, be stron.c^! Your (li'v. n ciist eyes and lumds lift up! Ye shall noi lie forgotton Ions': Hope to t!io end, in Jesus hope' Tell hinn, ye wait his grace to prove; And cannot fail if God is love! 5 Pris'ners of hope, be strong, be bold; C;ast oflfyour doul)ts, disdain to feai! Dare to believe' on Christ lay hold! Wrestle with Christ in mighty pi*ayer; Tell him, *'\Ye will not letthee'go, Till we thy name, thy nature know." 6 Hast thou not died to purge our sin, And rose, th\ death for us to plead? To write thy law of love within Our hearts, and make us free indeed.'' That we our Kden migi)t regain, Thou diedst, and could*st not die in vain. TLord, we b* lieve, and wait the hour, \Yhich all thy great salvation bring?; The Spirit of love, and heahh,ar.d pow'r, Sliall come and make us priests and kings Thou wilt perform th^ faithful word, "The servant shall be as his Lord " The promise stands for ever sure, And we shall in thine image shine. Partakers of a nature pure. Holy, ang'-lical, divine; In spirit joni'd to thee, the Son, As thoti art with thy Father one. FIYMN 133 P. M 1 LAMB of God, we fall before thee, Humbly trusting in thy cross> 118 That alone be all otir glorv; All things else are dung and drosf, 2 Thee we own a perfect Saviour, Only source of all that's good; Ev*ry grace and ev'ry favour Come to us through Jesu's blood. 3 Jesus gives us true repentance, By his Spirit sent fr^)m heav*n; Jesus whispers this sweet sentence, "Son thy sins are all forgiv'n.*' 4 Faith he gives us to beUeve it. Grateful hearts his love to prize; Want we v.'isdom? He must give it; Hearing ears, and seeing eyes. 5 Jesus gives us pure affections. Wills to do what he requires; Makes us follow his directions. And what he commands, inspires. 6 All our pray'rs, and all our praises. Rightly offer'd in his name. He that dictates them is Jesus, He that answers is the same. 7 When we live on Jesu's merit. Then we worship God aright; Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Then we savingly unite. 8 Hear the whole conclusion of it. Great or Good, whate'er we call, God or King, or Priest or Frophetj Jesus Christ is All In All. IVJ HYMN 134. P. M X O THOU C^od of my salvation. My Kedeetner from all sin, Mov'd to this, by great compussioii, Yearning bowels from within: I will ])raise thee: "Where shall I thy praise begin? 3 "While the angel-choirs are crying Glory to the great I AM: I with them would still be vying. Glory, glory to the Lamb? O how vjrt-cious Is the sound of Jesu's name! '1 Now I see with joy and wonder. Whence the healing streams arose: Angcl-iuinds are lost to ponder Dying love's mysterious cause; Yet the blessing, Down to all; to me it flows; 4 Though imseen, I love the Saviour, He almighty grace halh shown; Pardon'd guilt, and purclias'd fa\our!. Th 3 he makes to mortals known. Give him glory, Glory; glory is his own. ? Angels now are hov*ring round us, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love thatcrown'd us, Glad lo join the holy song: ll:dlelujah. Love and praise to Christ belong. 120 HYMN 135. C. M. 1 now sweet, upv. iiiav'iii;. Is the sight, When thi-se tliat ;i.ve tiie i-oj;d, 111 one unutlier's peace delight. And !>o tulhl his word! 2 O nia} we feel each brother's sigh. And Wiih him bear a part: May s>>j-rows liow ironi eye to eye. And jo\ iroiu heart to lieart. 3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride. Our wishes fix above; Ma}'^ each his brother's faihngs hide. And shew a brother's love. 4 Let love, in one delightful stream. Through every bosom flow; And union sweet, and dear esteem, In ev'ry action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven that finds His bosom glow with love. HYN 136. C. M. 1 BEYOND the glitt'rlng starry sky Far as th' eternal hilis, There, in the boundless worlds of light. Our great Redeemer dwells. 2 Legions of angels, strong and fair. In countless anvsies shine At his right hand, w itii golden harps. To offer songs divine. I 121 3 "Hail Prince! (they cry) for ever hail! <'\\'li 'SO aiie\am])led love "Mov'd tlieo to quit those blissful realms, "And royalties above," 4 Through all his travels here below, I'hey did his steps attend, Oft wond'ring- how, or where, at last This mystic scene would end. 5 They saw his iicart transfix'd with wounds. His crimson sweat and gore; They saw him break the bais of death, Which none e'er broke before. 6 They brought his chariot from abore. To bear him to h s throne; Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry^ HYMX137. CM. 1 RISE, O my soul, pursue the path By ancient heroes trod Ambitious view those holy men Who liv'd and walk'd with God. 2 Tho* dead, they speak in reason's ear. And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds^ Still fresh instruction give, 3 'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious blood' They conquer'd ev'ry foc; And to iiis p(»w'r and matchless gracC; The crowns and honor owe. 122 4 Lord, may I ever keep in vievr The patterns thou hast given; And ne'er foi*sake the blessed i-oad. Which led them safe to heaven. HYMN 138. C. M. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with yig-or on: A heav nly prize demands thy zeal. And an imniortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in foil survey : Forget the steps already trod. And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all animating voice That calls thee, from on high : 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 Blest Saviour, introduc'd by thee. Have I my race begun: And crown'd with vict ry, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down. HYMN 139. C. M. 1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known, The sov'reign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne. 3 Behold your King, your Saviour crown'd With glories sSl divine; k us And tell the wond'ring- nations round. How brig-ht those glories shine. 3 Infinite pow*r and boundless grace, In him unite their rays; You who have seen his lovely face. Can you forbear his praise? 4> When in his earthly courts we vietv Tlie beauties of ©ur King-; "We long to lovf as angels tlo, And wish like them to sing. 5 And shall we long and wish in vain? Loid, teach our songs to rise! Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies. 6 O happy period! glorious day! NVhi-n heaven and earth shall raise, AVitn all their pow rs, the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. HYMN 140. a M. 1 YE glitt' ring toys of earth, adleu^ A nobler choice be mine; A real prize attracts my view — A treasuie all divine. 2 Begone, unworthy of my cares. Ye specious bates of sense; Inestimable wortii appears. The pearl of price inmiense! [3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown — O name divinely sweet! 124 Jesus, in tliee, in thee alone, Wealth, honor, pleasure meet.] 4 Should both the Indies, at my call Their boasted stores resign. "With joy I would rei. ounce ihem all, For leave to call thee mine. 5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, 01 tins dear g-ift possest, I'd ciasp It to my joyful heart. And be for ever blest. 6 Dear Sov'reign of my soul's desires. Thy love is bliss divine; Accept the praise that grace inspires. Since I can cull thee mine! HYMN 141. S. M. 1 MY God, my life, my love. To thee. t(^hee, I call; I cannot live%thoU remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where 1 dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here, If thou depart, 'tis hell 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there, 125 4 To thee, and thee alone, The ang-els owe th»ir blisS; Tliey sit around thy gracious throne^, And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove. Or but conceal his face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky. Can one delight afford; No, not one drop of real joy, Without thy presence. Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll: The circle where my passions move. And centre of my soul. 8 To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! O Jesus, raise me higher! HYMN 142. C. M. THRO* endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God: Ages to come shall know thy name. And tell thy works abroad. The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid; By thee the beauteous arch of heav'n With matchless skill was made. 7* 126 3 Soon shall Jl is .;,^ooclly frame of things, ForuiMby lay pow'rfiil hand, Be iike a vesture laid aside, And cliang'd at thy command. 4 But thy perfections all divine. Eternal as thj days, Thro' everlasting ages shine. With undiminish'd rays. 5 Thy children's children still thy care. Shall own their father's God; To latest times thy favour share. And spread thy praise abroad. HYMN 143 L. M. 1 OH! gi> e me Lord my sins to moura, My sins which have thy body torn! Give me with broken heart to see. Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O could I gain the mountain's height. And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O, that with Salem's daughters 1 Could stand, and see my Saviour die. 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return; I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus' blood. 4 I'd hang around the cross, and cry. Lord save a soul condemn d to die; O let a wretch come ne tr th\ throne'. To plead the merits of thy Son. 127 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But ,-;ive me mercy in thy Son; And with wy broken heart comply, O give me Jesus, or I die. 6 O save me from a R"aping liell, Or else with devils I must dwell; O might I enter, now I'm cnme! Lord Jesus? save, or I m undone. HYMN 144. L. M. 1 WMENI survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory dy'd, ■ My richest gain 1 count but loss. And pour contempt on ail my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast. Save in the death of Christ my God: All tlie vain things that charm me most, 1 sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down? Did e'er such love and sorrow meet; Or thori>s compose so rich a crown? it Were the whole realm of nature miitC, That were a present far too small; I Love so amazing, so divine, I Demands my soul, my life, my all. I HYMN 145. L. M. i JESUS, immortal King, go on; The glorieiB day will'soon be won; 128 Thine enemies prapare to flee. And leave a conquer'd world to thee. 2 Gird on thy sword, victorious Chief! The captive sinner's sole relief; Cast the usurper from his tlirone; And make the universe thine own. S Thy footsteps. Lord, with joy we trace And mark the conquests of thy grace. Finish the work thou hast begun; And let thy will on earth be done. 4 Then shall contending nations rest, For love shall reign in every breast; Weapons for war design'd shall cease; Or then be implements of peace. 5 Hark how the hosts triumphant sing! **The Lord omnipotent is King!'* Let all his saints rejoice at this, The kingdoms of the world are his! Hallelujah! Amei HYJUN 14G. S. M. ' 1 WE lift our hearts to thee, O Day-Starfrom on high! The sun itself is but thy shade. Yet cheers both earth and sky. " 2 O let thy orient beams The night of sin disperse. The mists of error and of vice. Which shade the universe! 129 s> How beauteous nature now! Hovv ilark and sad before! "With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore. 4 O may no gloomy crime Polute the rising day; May .lesu's blood, like evening dew, Wash all onr stains away! 5 May we this life improve, To mourn for errors past: And live this short revolving day. As if it were our last. 6 To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit one in three. Be glory, as it was, is now. And shall for ever be. HYMN 147. L. M. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man asham'd of thee, Asham'd of thee whom angels praise. Whose glories shine through endless daysl 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far. Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. Asham'd of Jesns! just as soon, liet midnight be asham'd of noon, Tis midnight with my soul 'till he, Bright morning star! bid darkness flee. 130 4 Asham'd of Jesas! that dear friend, On wliom my hopes of heaven depend! No — when I blush — be this my shame^ That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no g-uilt to wash away; No tears to wipe, no good to crave. No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 'Till then — nor is my boasting vain, "rill then 1 boast a Saviour slain; And O, may this my glory be. That Christ is not asham'd of me. 7 His institutions I will prize, Take up my cross — the shame despise; Dare to defend his noble cause. And yield obedience to his lawS. HYMN 148. S. M. 1 YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait; Observant of his heav'nly word, And watchful at his g-ite. 2 Let all your lamps be biight. And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins as in liis sight, . Eor awful is his name. 3 Watch, *tis your Lord's command; Andwlnle we speak, he's near; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. happy servan they, lii svich a posture t'oiind: He shall his Lord with lapturc see. And he with honour crowad. Christ shall the banquet spread. With his own bounteous hand, And raise that favourite servant's head. Amidst th' angelic band. HYMN 149. C. M. 1 JESUS, immortal king", arise! Assume, assert th}' sway, Till earth, subdued,' its tribute brings. And distant lands obey 2 Ride forth, victorious conqu'ror ride! Till all thy foes submit, And all the power of hell resign Their trophies at thy feet! 3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly, ■ This spacious earth around; Till ev'ry soul beneath the sun. Shall hear "the joyful soundl" 4 O may the great Redeemer's name. Through ev'ry clime be known; And heathen gods, like Dagon full; And Jesus reign alone. 5 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, May Jesus be ador'd; \nd earth, with all h^^v millions, shou' Hosannas to tlie Lord! 132 HYMN 150. C M. 1 FIRMLY I stand on Zion's hill. And view my starry crown; No pow'r on eartli my hope can shake. Nor hell can pull me down. 2 The lofty hills and stately tow'rs. That lift their heads on high. Shall all be levell'd in the dust— - Their very names shall die. 3 The vaulted heavens shall nrjelt away. Built by Jehovah's hands; But firmer than the heavens, the Rock Of my salvation stands. HYMN 151 L. M. 1 IN age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a helpless worn redeem.'' ''Tis only Jesus, by his blood. Can raise a sinking soul to God.* 3 Jesus! my only hope thou art, Strength of my failing flesh and heart, O could I catch a smile from thee. And drop into eternity. HYMN 152. S. M. 1 WE know, by faith we know. If this vile house of clay. This tabernacle sink below, In ruinous decay. 3 We have a house above; Not made with mortal hands: 133 Ami firm as our Redeemer's love The heavenly faaric stund-s. } O were we enter'd there! To perfect bliss restor'd! O were we all caught up to share The triumph ot our Lord'. 4 Full of immortal hope, We urge the restless strife, And hasten to be swallowed up Of everlasting life. HYMN 153. C. M. 1 HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghosti 0:ie God, in pei-sons three; Of thee we make our joyful boast. And homage pay to ihee. 2 Present alike in every place, riiy Godhead we adore: . Beyona the bounds of time and space Thou dvveii'sL for evtrmore, 3 In wisdom infinite thou art, Th;ne eye d')th all things see; And every thought of every heart, Is fully known lo tl.ee- 4 "Whate'er thou wilt, in earth below, Thou (\(n f in heaven aoove; But ciiiefl V we rejoice to know rh* Almighty uod of love. Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have nrnH:^ Thy gooduess we rehear&e, ^> ^ Ad.mh: 134 In shining characters display'd Throughout our universe. ' 6 Mercy, with love, and endless grace, O'er all thy works doth reign; But mostly thou delight'st to bless Thy fav'rite creature, man. 7 Wherefore let ev'ry creature give To thee the praise design'd; But ciiiefiy, Lord, the thanks receive, The hearts of all mankind. HYMN 154. L. M. 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; Sweet is the da)' of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast. 2 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, LiKe a young Cedar fresh and green. 3 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon, with all its trees. Yields such a comely sight as these. 4 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair. Still makes them flourish strong and fair. ^.aden with fruits of age they shew ^ord is holy, just and true; ]S5 None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful and unkind. HYMN 155. C. M. 1 ARISE ye Saints, arise and tell, The ^reat good neu s come down from God, Arise, and with devoted zeal, Convey th' intellig-ence abroad. 2 To sit at ease, would ill become- The people whom the Lord has bless'd: Let those who liave the world their home. Be silent, and remain at rest. 3 But let us rise, and speak aloud. And tell the world the thing's we know: How God the heavens in mercy bow*d, And liv'd a man of grief below. 4 O yes! the God who reigns above. Was once on earth, a man of grief: Ye nations hear it, "God is love:" And brings a ruin'd world relief. 5 In streams of blood, his mercy flows; The blood of him who bore the cross: Who sufier'd death, and then arose, And lives to plead the sinner's cause. 6 Now let the idols fidl around; And be the Saviour's name ador'd: His gospel through the world resound; \\\d all the nations call him Lord. IIYM.V 156. C. M. ■ O *Tis a sound should fill the world! The sound of mercy thro' the Lamb 136 1.0 Satan from his seat is hurl'd. Unable to withstand his name! From heaven hke lightning see him fall! Struck by the arm that conquers all. 2 Lord give the word! — and wak'd by thee, Let many tongues thy victory tell! That hopeless sinners now may see. That thou hast vanquish'd deatli and hell: Sound, sound the joyful truth abroad! Let sinners now draw nigh to God! 3 And thou victorious Lord, all hail! Immortal honours shade thy brow! ^\'hen death and hell thy friends assail, They find in thee a refuge now: Thy name shall furnish them with arms, And free their souls from all alarms, HYMN 157. P. M. 1 GOD is a name my soul adores, Th' Almighty Three, th* Eternal One! Nature and grace v/ith all their powers Confess the infinite unknown. 2 Tliy voice produced the sea and spheres, ' Bid the waves roar, and planets shine; But nothing like thyself appears Thro' all these spacious works of thine. 3 Still restless nature dies and grows From change to change the creatures run; Thy being no succession knows. And all thy vast designs are one. 4 A glance of thine runs thro' the globes, itules the bright worlds, and moves theii' frame. 137 Broad sheets of light compose thy robes. Thy guards are form'd of living flame. 5 How shall aflTrighted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace? Beneatli thy feet we lie so far, And see but shadows of thy facCi 5 "Who can behold the blazing light? Who can approach consuming flame? None but thy wisdom knows thy might, None but thy word can speak thy name., HYMN 158. P. IL I COME, let us anew our journey pursue, Holl round with the year. And never stand still till the Master appear? His adorable will let us gladlj fulfil. And our talents improve: [love. By the patience of hope, and the labour of J Our life as a dream, our time as a stream. Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to s^ay; The arrow is flown, the moment is gone: The millennial year Hushes on to our view, and eternity's here, > O that each in tlie day of his coming may say "1 have fought my way througli, *'I have finished the work thou didst give me to do! O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done! [throne." "Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 138 HYMN 159. L. M. 1 THE billows swell, the winds are higli, Clouds overcast my wintry sky: Out of the depths to thee I cal'., My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform. And guide and guard me through the stom Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves — say "peace, be still." 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on thee; 'Ihy constant love, thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Dangers of ev'rv shape and name. Attend the foU'wers of the Lamb; \V!k) leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more. .5 Though tempest-tost, and half a wrecks My Saviour through the floods I seek; Let neither winds nor stormy main. Force back my shatter'd bark again: HYMN 160. C. M. , 1 THOU lovely source of true delight. Whom 1 unseen adore. Unveil thy beauties to my sight. That 1 may love thee more. 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines. But in thy sacred word I read, in fiiirer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord. 139 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, A. I! 3'.! I and sorrow rise, Tiiy love, with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting- breast suppUes. 4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene Is cloudeci o'er u ith pain; My gloomy feur^ r>se dark between. And 1 again complain. 5 Jesus, my Lord m\ life, my light, O come with blissful ray! Break radiant thro' the shades of night, AiKi chase my fears away. t) Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders ot thy love; r»ut the full glories of thy tace Are only known above. HYMN 161. S. M. 1 ON the brink of fi'ry ruin, Justice, with a flaming swordj ^^ as ni} guilty s«>ul pursuing \\ hen 1 first beheld m> Lord. o Tcrrifi'd with Sinai's thunder, Straight I flew to Calvary, \A lieve l«aw with love and wonder, Him by faith who dy'd for inc. "Sinner,* he exclaim'd, *'l've lov'd thee ''With an everlastnig love; ''Justice has in me approv'd thee; ''Thou shalt dwell with me above." 14«> 4 Sweet as angels' notes in hearen, When to golden liuips they scuudj Is the voice of sinsforg-iven, To the soul by Satan bound, 5 Sweet as ang-els' harps in glory. Was that heavenly voice lo me, Wher) I saw ii.y Lord before me Bleed and die to set me freel 6 Saints, attend with holy wonder! Sinners, he ^r and sing his praise! 'Tis the liod that holds the thunder Shows himself the God of grace! HYMN 122. I . AT. 1 WHEN Jesus first, at heaven's command. Descended from his azure throne, Attending angels join'd his praise, Who ciaim'd the kingdom for his own. [Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we'll adore, And sound his fame from sliore to shore ] 2 Girt with Omnipotence and grace, The pow'rs of darkness trembling stood. To hear the dire decree, and feel The vengeance of the mighty God, 3 Not with the sword that warriors wear, But with a sceptre dipt in blood. He bends the nations to obey. And rules them by the love of God. 4 Ride on, and prosper, Kings of king'9. Till all the pow'rs of hell resign Their dreadful trophies at thy feet, And endless glory shall be thine. 141 HYMN 163. L. M. 1 O! HAPPY day, when saints shall meet To part no more — the thoiig-lit is sweet; No more to ftel the rendinj^ smart. Oft felt below, when Christians part. 2 O happy place I still must say, Wliere all but love is done away; AM cause of parting- there is past; Then* social feast will ever last. 3 Such union here is sought in vain, As there, in evrv heart, will reign There separations can't compel The saints to bid the sad farewell. i On earth, when frJerds together meetj And find the passing nioments sweet; Time's rapid motions sooa compel, AV ith grief to say — dear friends, farewell. 5 The shepherd feels the smarting shock. Of parting from his weeping flock; Hid feelings for them, none can tell, "Whenforc'd to say — uiy friends, farewell. 6 The happ\ season soon will come, W hen sain s si. all meet in Ueav*n,their home Eternally vvjtii Christ to dwell. Nor ever hear the sound, farewell. HYMN 164. P. M. 1 WHEN shall I see the welcome hour That plants my God in me? Spirit of health, and life, and power, And perieet liberty. 142 "2 Love only can the conquest win, •'he slren;^tli of •■•in sub-iue; Come, O my Saviour, cast out sin, And form my soul anew. 3 No longer then my heart shall mourn. While sane ificd by g-race; I only for his ^h)ry burn. And always see his face. HYMN 165. C M. 1 PEOPLE of the hving God, 1 have soig-ht the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod. Peace and comfort now are found: Now to you my spirit turns — Turns a fugitive unblest; Bretl:iren, wliere your altar burns, O receive me to your rest. 2 Lonely, I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, Where you dwell shall be my home, Wnere you die shall be my grave. Mine the God whom you adore. Your Redeemer shall be mine; Earth can fill my soul no more. Every idol 1 resign. - 3 Tell me not of gain and loss, Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power; Welcome poverty and cross, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. Follow me, 1 know thy voice — .lesus Lord, thy stcjjs I see. Now 1 take thy yoke by choice Light thy burthen now to me. 143 HYMV 166. C. M. 1 AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound, 'i'liat sav'd a wretcli like me! I once was lost but now am lound; Was blind, but now I see. 3 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. And grace my fears reliev'd; How pr( cious did that gi-ace appear, Tlie hour I first believ'd! Through many dangers, toils and snares, 1 have already con.e; 'Tis grace has brouglit me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. t The Lord has promis'd good to me. His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be. As long as life endures, 5 Yes, when this flesli and heart shall fail< And mortal life shall cease; I shall possess within the vail, A 1 f e of joy and peace. I 6 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason's feeble ray, In ever blooming prospects rise, Unconscious of decay. 7 Then new, on faith's sublimes! whig. Let ardent wishes rise To those bright scenes where pleasures spring, Immortal in the skies 144 HYMN 167. C. M. 1 WHEN we are rais'd from deep distress. Our God deserves a song". We take the pattern of our praise From Hezeklah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave Are oj)en'd wide in vain, If he who holds the keys of death Commands them fast again. 3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse Our minds with si avislL fears; " Our days are past and we shall lose " The renmant of our years.'" 4 We chatter with a swallow's voice, Or like a dove >ve mourn, With bitterness instead of joys, Afflicted and forlorn. 5 Jehovah speaks the healing word. And no disease withstands; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, And tly at his commands. 6 If half the strings of life should break. He can our frame restore; He casts our sins behind his back. And they are found no more. HYMN 168. S. M. X TO-DAY" the Saviour rose; Our Jesus left the dead; He conquL-rVl our tremendous foes, And Satan captive led. 145 He left liis g^lorious throne, To make our peace with God; Blcssing-s for ever on his name — He bought us with his blood. •J For us liis life he paid — ¥ov us the law fultiii'd: On him our loads of guilt were laid; We by l^is stripes are heal'd. 4 Ye saints, adore his name, AVho liatli such mere}' shown; Ye sinners, love the bleeding- I^amlp,, And make his praises known. THE END. INDEX TO HYMNS. Awake Jerusalem awake, Ah! whither shall 1 g-o, - - - A charge to keep I have, Alas and did mv Saviour bleed, - And can I yet delay, - - - And let this feeble body fail. And must I be to judgment brought, Arise my soid arise, - - - - Angels roll the liock away, - Am 1 a soldier of the cross. Awake my soul, stretch every nerve, Ari^c ye saints, arise and tell, - Amazing grace, how sweet, - B. Before Jehovah's awful throne, - Behold the Saviour of mankind, - Being of beings, God of love, - Blest be the dear uniting love. Blest be the tie, that binds. Blow ye the trumpet blow. But above all, lay hold, Beyond the glittering starry skies, - C. Come ye that love the Lord, Come ye sinners poor and needy, - Children of the heavenly king, - Come Holy spirit, heavenly dove, Come let us anew, our journey pursue, INDEX TO HYMNS. 11. Come let US join our cheerful song, . 22 Conie let us use the grace divine, - - 23 C«)me O tliou traveller unknown, - 24 Come on my partners in distress - - 25 Come thou fount of every blessing", - 26 Come ye that love the Saviour's name, 122 D. Dear refuge of my weary soul, - - 27 Drooping saints, no longer grieve, - 111 E. Equip me for the war, - - - 104 From all that dwells below the skies, - 28 Father I stretch my hands to thee; - 29 From sin's dark thorny maze, - - - 29 Father our hearts we lift, - - - 30 Fa'th 'tis a precious gift - - - 31 Firmly I stand on Zion's hill, - - 132 G God moves in a misterious way, - - 18 Grace, 'tis a charming sound, - - 32 Guide me O thou great Jehovah, - - 34 God of my life, my morning song, - 35 God of all consolation take, - • • '?^7 Glory to God on high, .... 104 Great Gad now condescend, - - 109 God is a name my soul adores, - - 136 H. Hark the herald angels sing, - - - 19 He dies, the friend of sinners dies, - 20 Hark my soul it is the Lord, - - - 36 How beauteous are their feet, - - 39 How happy are they, - . - -40 How vain are all tilings here, - - 47 111. INDEX TO HYMNS. / How happy every child of grace, - Hail mighty Jesus, how divine, How sweet the name of Jesus, - How sweet, how heavenly is the, >■ Hail Father Spn and Holy Ghost, I. I sojourn in a vale of tears, - - - I thirst thou wounded Lamb of God, I'll praise my maker while I've, - In fellowship alone, - - - - In age and feebleness extreme, J. Jesus the name high over all, - - - 39 Jesus lover of my soul, - - - 43 Jesus n.y all to heaven is gone, - - 44 Jesus my truth my way, ... 50 Jesus shall reign wheree'r the sun, - - 51 Jesus united by thy grace, - - - 52 Jesus thy blood and righteousness, - 115 Jesus immortal ki.g go on, - - - 127 Jesus aiid shall it ever be, - - 130 Jesus immortal king, - - - - 131 L. Lord we come before thee now, - -' 45 Leader of taiih'ul souls and guide, - -56 Let earth and heaven agree, - -57 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, - 59 LoikI all I am is known to tliee, - - 60 Lord and is thine anger gont , - - - 60 Lord how secure, and blest are they, - 64 Lord I believe a rest remains, - - - 65 Lord in the morning thou sh.» it hear, - 70 Let Z'.oi^'s uatchiiien ail awake, - 115 Lamb of God we fall before ihee, * 117 INDEX TO HVMN3. M. My God thy service well demands', - -46 My Saviour, my almiglity friend, - - 65 Mortals awake with angels join, - - 72 My God, my portion, and my love, . 87 My span of life will soon be done, - 101 My God I know, I feel thee mine, - - 106 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, - 107 iVIy God, my hfe, my love, - - - 124 N. Now let our hearts their g-lory wake, - 53 Now from the altar our hearts, - - 73 O. O happy day when saints shall meet, 14 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, - - 54 O what amazing- words of g-race, - - 55 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, - 55 O for a thousand tongues to sing, - - 74 O for a closer walk with God, - - 75 O for a heart to praise my God, - -77 O God our help in ages past, - - 95 O gloci&us hope of perfect love, - - 96 O that my load of sin were gone, - - 97 O thou God of my salvation, - - 119 Of him who did salvation bring, - - 105 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn, 126 O 'tis a sound should fill the world, - 135 On the brink of fiery ruin, - - 139 P. Praise God from whom all, - - - 69 Praise je the Lord, 'tis good to raise, - 79 Plunged in a gulph of deep despair, - 85 Peace troubled soul thou needst - 103 Pierce fill me with an humble - - 108 Pris'ners of hope lift up your headsj 116 V. INDEX TO HYMNS, People of the living God, - - - 142 R. Hejoice the Lord is king-, - - - 7i l?ejoice for a brother deceas'd, - - 9S Rise, O my soul pursue, - - - 12] S. See how the rising sun, - ■ - Shepherd divine our wants relieve, - See how the rising sun. Sinners obey the gospel word, - Sinners turn why will ye die. Salvation, O the joyful sound, - Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes, Sing to the great Jehovah's praise, - Soldiers of Christ arise. Sweet is the work, my God, my king, T. The Lord of sabbath let us praise. This, this is the God we adore, Thy goodness Lord, our souls confess, The voice of my beloved sounds. There is a land of pure delight, - Thou God of truth and love, - Try us O God, and search the ground, - The praying spirit breathe, Thy ceaseless unexhausted love, - That awful day will surely come, Thou shepherd of Israel and mine, 7 hrough endless years thou art the same, 125 THe billows swellj the winds, - - l38 Thou lovely source of true delight, - l38 To day the Saviour rose, - . - 144 V. Vain delusive world adieu, - - -65 INDEX TO HTMNS. w. Welcome sweet day of rest, - - 33 What now is my object and aim, - - 34 "Wlien Jttsus liung upon the tree, - - 6S "Why should a living man complain, - - 69 ■\Viien faith presents the Savioui*« death, 71 \Miat cheering words are these, - - 71 When I can read my title clear, - - 73 With joy we meditate the grace, - - 76 Why should we start, ana fear to die, - 79 When Jesus first at heaven's command, 140 When all the mercies of my God, - - 86 While shepherds watch their flocks, - 94 Why do we mourn departing friends, 108 When I survey the wond'rous cross, - 127 Welift our hearts to thee, - - - 128 We know by faith we know, - - 1^2 When we are raised from deep distress, 144 Y. Ye simple souls that stray, ... 100 Yes we u-Mst the day, ... 109 Ye glittering toys ot earth adieu, - - 123 Ve servants of the Lord, - - - 130 INDEX TO SUBJECTS. A Avilhor of faith invoked, - - - ?8 Amazing words of grace, - - 55 All thing' for life and Godliness given, 103 Angels hail J esus's unexampled love 121 Adieu to all but Jesus, - - - 123 Age and feebleness, - - - 132 Adoring the Almighty Three in One, 136 B. Beauteous are the feet of Gospel Heralds, 39 Jiirth day 46 Baptism, 109 C. Charge of the Christian, ... 5 Crucifixion of Christ, . ^ . 6 — 1~ Cross sustained in hope of a crown, Christ our sacrifice and atonement. Christian's joy rehearsed, - - - 13 Children of the heavenly King journeying home, 23 Christ, the refuge of the wear}^, - - 27 Christmas hymns, - - - - 72 83 94 Convert's happiness recited, - - 41 Children of grace happy, - - - 47 Courage under trials, . - - 102 I). Death and resurrection of Christ - - 20 Divine Shepherd, ... - 32 Deep calling to deep, - - - - 70 Daily enjoynients of the pious, - - 64* Dangers attend the followers of Christ, 138 INDEX TO SUBJECTS. MH- E. livening Hymn, J^' Eqiiipt for holy war, - - - IJ^^ Even fl»me of constancy, - - - 1^^ F. Faith, a precious gift, - " ' ^ Faith in the love of God, - - -71 Funeral hymns, ... 92 99 108 Faith assures us of a house above, - 1^- Flyinij from Calvary, - - - - 1^9 G. Grace, a charming sound, - - - 32 God, an unchangeable friend, - - 63 Goodness of God adored, _ - - ib Gospel su])per invitation, - - - 78 God the Christian's portion, - <^T God o\ir help and home, - - 9^ God, the mighty God, speaking, - - 110 God the Christian's treasure, - - 124 God adored, though unseen, . - 138 God planted in us, - - - 141 God's people my choice, - - - 142 Grace saves a wretch like me, - 145 H. Holy Spirit invoked, . - i 21 Heavenly f^amb followed, - - - 54 Heart lowly, true, and contrite, - 77 Holy men speak, tho' dead, - 121 Health restored, - - - 144 J. Jerusalem called to awake, ... 4 Judgment anticipated, .... 8 Jesus worthy of all honour, . - . g2 Jesus speaking to poor sinners, . - . 35 J ehovali tlie Christian's guide, . - -54 IX. INDEX TO SUBJECTS* Tes'.is's name liigh over all, - Jesus our refut^e and trust, .)€sus our all followed, Jesus our truth and way, Jesus reigning, - . - - Jesu's name transporting, Jesus's name is sweet, - - « Judgment da\ , - - - - jesus protects and comforts, - jesus's arrows pierce the heart, jesus all in all, . . . _ joy in making the Saviour known, joyful truth so-inded abroad jesus descending from his throne, - K. Knowing Jesus and him crucified, L. Looking to the celestial hill. Leaning upon Christ, Leader of faithful souls, Longing for a closer walk with God, Land of pure delight, - - - Love of God unmerited and -free, Loving the unseen Saviour, - Love for each other. Moi-uing Hymus, - - . 14 35 69 128 Mercies of God reviewed, - - - 86 Mourners invited to Jesus, - - - 111 Ministers' responsibility, - » - 116 Mourning for sin, 126 N. Nations called to bow before Jehovah, * S- JSew habitation, * « . - - 53 INDEX TO SUBJECTS. X. New Year's hymns, - - - - 88 137 Not asham'd of Jesus, . - - - 129 O. Omniscience and omnipresence of the Deity P. Penitent's distress depicted, - - 4 Penitent's full snrrencler, - - - - 7 Parti n£^ with friends, - - 11, 12, 37, 81 Praise to the fount of every blessing-, - 26 Praise of the Creator and Redeemer, - 28 Pubhc worship, 45 Praising our maker while immortality endure 48 Pardoning' love, - . . . _ 60 Piercing look from the cross, - - - 63 Praising the Saviour for his grace, - 66 Praising God in heaven, and on earth, - 69 Praising God for his works, - - - . 80 Praying spirit desired, - - - - 86 Perfect love, 96 Peni' em's prayer; - - - - - 17 Prisoner of hope encouraged, - - 316 Praising God for salvation, - - -119 Prize of heavenly zeal, ... 122 Perfections of the Deity, - - - 125 Pra.se of Christ gUidly 'sung, - - 11 Prospect from Jordan's bunk, - - ,55 Praising God, sweet employ, - - 134 Pursuing anew our journey, - - . 137 Piling hymn, 141 R. Resurrection of Christ, - 16 19 54 144 Rest of f[iith and love, - . - 65 Rejoicing that the Lord is King, - . rS Relief from ttie gulph of despair, . 85 )iobe of righteousness, - - - II5 XI. INDEX TO SUBJECTS. s. Salvation ever during theme, - - - 105 Sanctifying love of Jesus, - - - 106 Soldiers of the cross, . - 89 90 91110 Sea and earth, shouting hossanna, - - 131 Standing on Zion's hill, - - - 132 Sinners poor and needy invited, - - 15 Sabbath day, - - - - 33 67 70 Sojourning in a vale of tears, - - 4^^ Singing the Redeemer's praise, - - 74 Sinners urged to turn, - - . - 82 Shepherd of Israel, - - - . - 94 Simple souls, expostulated with - - 100 Salvation a joyful sound, - - - - 82^ Sacramental, ■ - - - - 104 T. Thirsting for the cleansing blood of Jesus, 49 The Lord upholds the weak, - - - 50 Title read clear to mansions in the skies, 73 Trinity and attributes, - - - 133 Telling God is love, - - - - 135 U. ' United by grace, _ w - - 52 V. Vanity of all below, • - - ^ 47 , Voice of my beloved, - . - . 66 W. Ways of God mysterious, - - - 18 Wrestling Jacob, ----- 24 Well with the righteous, - - - - 71 Wond'rous cross of the King of glory, 127 World conquered by Jesus, - - 128 Watching, 130 Y. Year of Jubilee, - - - - - 17 parlour, antr €ottnst HYMNS. A NEW SELECTION. PART SECONB. ? Praise is comely for the upright." Psalms. BALTIMORE: JOHN J. HARROD, PUBLISHER, No. 178, Market Street. 1823. UATCH£TT, fBINTEn. COTTAGE AND CAMP nSSCTING ^'^^^^^ PART ir. HYMN 1. P. M. 1 AWAK'D by Sana's awful sound. My soul in giiilt and thrall I found, I knew not what to do; O'erwhelmedwith g-uilt — with anguish slsdi), 1 he sinner must be born again. Or sink in endless woe. 2 Araaz'd I stood, but could not tell, "Which way to shun the gates of hell For death and hell drew near; I strove indeed, but strove in vainj The sinner must be born again. Still sounded in my ear. 3 Then to the law 1 trembling fled, It pour'd its curses on my head, 1 no relief could find: This fearful truth I found remain. The sinner must be born again, O'erwhelm'd my troubled mind. 4 Again did Sina*s thunder roU, And g-uilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast unwieldy load: Alas! 1 heavd and found it plain. The sinner must be born again. Or drink the wrath of God. The saints I heard with rapture tell How Jesus conquer'd death and hell. And broke the fowler's snare; Bui when I found this truth remain. The sinner must be born again, I sunk in deep despair. 6 While thus my soul in anguish lay, Jesus of Naz'reth passed that way, T felt his pity move: The sinner by his justice slain, Now by Ids grace is born again. And sings redeeming love. 7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew. The angels tun'd their harps anew. And loftier sounds did raise: All bail the lamb that once was slain, Unnumber'd millions born again. Shall shout thy endless praise. HYMN 2. CM. 1 AFFLICTIONS though they seem severe, In mercy oft are sent, They stop'p'd the prodigal's career. And caused him to repent. 2 Although he no relentings felt, ^lili he had spent his store, His stubborn heart begun to melt. When famine piuQh'd him «ore. I 3 " Whiit have I guin'd by sin," he suid, *' But hnng-er, shume and tcur? My fiiihcr's house abounds with bread, While 1 am starving here. 4 " I'll go and tell him all I've done, Full down before his face; Unworthy to be call'd his son, I'y seek a servant's place." 5 His father saw him coming back. He saw, and ran, and sniil'd; Then threw his arms aiound the neck. Of his rebellious child. 6 "Father, I've sinn'd, but O forgive,"— " Enough," the father said, "Ilejoice, my house, my son's alive, For w hom 1 mourn'd as dead, 7 "Now let the fatted calf be slain. Go spread the new s around. My son was dead, but lives again; Was lost but now is found." 8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals. To call poor sinners home; More than a f:\ther's love he feels. And welcomes all that come. HYMN 3. C. M. I ALL hail the power of Jesu's name, Lee aiv^els prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem. And crown him Lord of all. J Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, And us thev tunc it fall, Ijc-fore his face, who tunes their choir, And crown him Lord ot" all, 3 Crown him ye mornings stars of light, He fixM this floating ball; ' Now hail the strength of Israel's might. And crown him Lord of all. 4 Crown him you martyrs of your God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Ye sbed of Israel's chosen race. Ye ransom d of the fall; Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 6 Had him ye heirs of David's line, Whom David Lord did call; The God incarnate, man divine, And crown him Lord of all. r Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget. The wormwood and the g-all, Go — spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 8 Let ev'ry tribe and ev'ry tongue, That hear the Saviour's call; Now shout an universal song-, And crown him Lord of all. HYMN 4. L M. ARISE, mj- tenderest thoughts, arise, To torrents melt my streaming eycs; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils, which thou canst not heal. ^ Sec luinian nature sunk in shame, S'-c scandal pourM on Jesus' name, 'I'iie father wounded tlirough the son, 'I'he world abus'd, the soul undone. " Sec the short course of vain delight. Closing in everlasting night, In flames that no abatement know, Though briny tears for ever flow. 4 My God, I feel the mournful scene; My bowels yearn o'er dying men; And fain my pity would reclaim. And snatch tlie fire-brands from the flame! 5 But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves; Thine own all-saving arm employ. And turn tiicse drops of grief to joy. HYMN 5. P. M. 1 BEGONE! unbelief, my Saviour is near. And for my relief will surely appear, By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will per- form. With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Tho' dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken will surely prevail. .3 His love in time past forbids me to think. He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer 1 have in review Confirms his good pleasure tobring me quite 8 4 Since all that T meet shall work for my good The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food. Though painftil at present, 'twill cease be. fore long, And then, O how pleasant, the conqueroi's song. HYMN 6. P. M. 1 BUllST, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptur'd vision. All the ecstatic joys that spring Hound tiie bright Elysian: I>o! \vc lift our longing eyes. Break, ye intervening skies; Sons of righteousness arise, ' Ope the gates of paradise. 2 Floods of everlasting light, ■ Freely flash before him: Myriads with supreme delight. Instantly adore him; Angelic trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rise Fi om their princely station; Shout his glorious victories. Sing the great salvation; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone. Holy-! holy! holy One. 4 Hark! the thrilling symphonies, Seem, methinks, to seize uf: .loin \vc lo the Iioly lays — .It* SI IS — Jesus — Jesus! Sweetest sound in seraph's soni^, Sweetest note on niorlal's tongue, / Sweetest carol ever sung- — Jesus — Jesus How along. HYMN r. L. M. 1 ANOTIIETl, six days work is done; Another sabbath is begun, Keturn, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blest. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns. So sweet a rest to weary'd minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n; And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks npay rise. As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, "NVhich none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heav'nly calm wnthiathe breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, "^^ hich for the church of God remains, Tlie end of cares, the end of pains. .5 In holy duties, let the day. In holy pleasures pass away; How sweet a s:ibbuth thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. HYMN 8. P. M. 1 BRIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense> And all my passions capture, Eternal beauties roimd me shine, Infusing wai-mest rapture. 10 I dive in pleasures, deep and full. In swelling- waves of glory; And feel rny Saviour in my soul. And groan to tell my story. 2 I feast on honey, milk and wine, 1 drink perpetual sweetness; Mount Zion's beauties round me shine, While Christ unfolds his glory! No mortal tongue can shew my joys. Nor can an angel tell them; Ten thousand times surpassing all Terrestrial worlds or emblems. 3 My captivated spirit flies, Through shining worlds of beauty. Dissolved in blushes, loud I cry, In praises loud and mighty. And here I'll sing and swell the strain, Of harmony delighted; And with the millions, learn the notes. Of saints in Christ united. 4 The bliss that rolls through those above, Through those in glory seated. Which causes them loud songs to sing, Ten thousand times repeated; Dart through my soul in radiant flame Constraining loudest praises; Overwhelming all my powers with joy. While all within me blazes, 5 When earth and sea shall be no more. And all their glory perish. When sun and moon shall cease to shine. And stars at midnight languish. My joys refin'd shall higher shine. With heaven's radiant glorj; n And tell through one eternr.l d:i} , Love's all immortal story. . HYMN 9. P. M. i COME, my soul, and let us try. For a little season, E\ 'ry burthen to by by, Come, and let us reason. What is this that casts you down? AVho are those that grieve you? Speak and let the worst he known, Speaking may relieve you. 2 Christ by fi\ith I sometimes see, Then it doth relieve me; But my sins return again, I'he'y are they that grieve me. Troubled like the lestless sea, Feeble, faint, and fearful; Plung'd in sin, a sore disease, How can I be cheerful. .J Think on what your Saviour bore In the gloomy garden. Sweating blood from every pore, To procure thy pardon. See him stretch'd upon the wood, Bleeding, groaning, crying, Suil'ring all the wrath of God, Groaning, gasping, dying. HYMN 10. L. M. 1 COME, ye that love the Lord indeed, Who are from sin and bondage freed. Submit to all the ways of God, And walk the narrow, happy road. 12 CHOUUS. TVe're all united heart and hand, Join'd in one band completely, We're marching through ImmaniteVs laiia, Ji'here the -waters Jfow most sivectly. 2 Great tribulation you shall meet, But soon shall walk the golden street. Though hell may rage and vent its spite. Yet Christ will save his heart's delight. Cho. TfVre all united, &c. 3 That happy day will soon appear, When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear Sound through the earth, yea, down to hell. And call tlie nations great and small. Cho. Jl'e''re all united, &c. 4 Behold the world in burning flames, Tlie trumpet louder still proclaims. The workl must hear and know her doom; The separation day is come. Clio. TJ'e're all jmiied, &c. 5 Behold the righteous marching home. And all the angels bid them come. While Christ tlie judge, these words pro- claims, " Here come my saints, T own their names. Cho. We're all united, ^c^ 6 "Ye everlasting gates fly wide; " Make ready to receive my bride; ♦•'Yc harjis of lieav'n now sound aloud, "Here comes the purchase of mv blood." Cho. J re' re all united, ^c. 7 In grandeur see the royal line, In glitterijig ro'jcy ihc sun outshine; 13 See saints and anj^els join in one, And march in splendour to the throne. Cho. We're all uniied, Uc. 8 1'hey stand and wonder and look on; They join in one eternal song. Their great Redeemer to admire, While raptures set their souls on fire. Cho. We're all unite Jy &c. HYMN 11. P. M. The -weary Pilgnni's consolation. 1 COME, and taste along with me The weary Pilgrim's consolation; Boundless mercy running free, The earnest of complete salvation-. Joy and peace in Christ 1 find. My heart to him is all resign'd; The fulness of his power 1 prove. And all my soul's dissolved in love. Jesus is the Pilgrim's portion, His love's as boundless as the ocean> 2 When the world of flesh would rise, And strive to draw me from my Saviour^ Strangers slight or friends despise, I then more highly prize his favour. Friends believe me when I tell. If Christ he present, all is well: The woj'ld and flesh in vain may rise, 1 all tlieir efforts do despise. In the world I've tribulation. But in Christ Pve consolation. 3 Worldlings hold me in disdain. Because I shun their carnal pleasure} 14 All in this which gives me pain Is, that tliey slight a noble treasure. But still among them, bless the Lord! Are some who tremble at his word; And this doth joy to me impart, To tliink the Lord hath reacliM their heart. the grace to sinners given, Peace on earth, and crowns in heaven. 4 When I'm in the house of prayer, 1 find him with the congregation: Music sweet unto my ear. Is the glad sound of free salvation. When J join to sing his praise, "My heart in holy raptures raise; I join, and sing, and si;out aloud. And disregard the gazing crowd. Glorious theme of exultation, What 1 feel is past expression. 5 When I hear the pleasing sound Of weeping mourners just converted. The dead's alive, the lost is found, The Lord hath heal*d the broken hearted. ;My heart exults, my spirits glow, 1 love my Lord and brethren so; Oh, had I wings like Noah*s dove, I soon would sing with those above. Glory, honour, and salvation. What I feel is past expression. 6 Why should I regard the frowns Of those who mock, deride, or slight me; Soon 1*11 lie beneath the ground. Beyond the reach of those who hate me> Sorro'v\s, toils, and si.fierings o'er. When once we reach that happy shore; 15 There, with the shining hosts above, I'JI sing and shout redeeming love. Blessings there beyond expression. Ever i-oU in sweet succession. 7 Sinners you may laugh and scorn; Your moments lost will be lamented; The awful dav is hastening on, When you will wish you had repented. Death in its embraces cold, Will soon your mortal bodies hold. Then all your pleasures take their flight, And down you'll sink to endless night: While you're of that guilty number. Your destruction doth not slumber. 8 Fellow smner go with me; My heart's enlarged to receive you; Shght not mercy ofier'd free. Come to Jesus, he'll reheve you: But if you oifer'd grace refuse, And will destruction ever choose; "Unhappy soul your guilt and blood. Will rest on your defenceless head. Darkness, torment, pain and sorrow. May be yours before to-morrow. 9 Mourner see your Saviour stand, Witl) arms expanding to receive yoxi; He spreads for you his bleeding hands Venture on him, he'll relieve you. Cast all your doubts and fears aside. The door of mercy's open wide; The fountain flows which saves frolnstni Come new believe and enter in. Don't distrust your blessed Saviourj Come, believe, and iive for ever. 16 HYMN 12. P. M. 1 EXULTING, rejoicing, hail the happy morning, The morning on which the Saviour Christ was born; Angels of mercy who his birth attended, O bear our loud hosannahs through tlie sky, 2 Salvation proclaiming to the guilty nations. He comes in the glory, and in the power of God; Angels of mercy, who his steps attended, O bear our loud hosannahs through the sky. 3 Devoted, submissive, on the cross expiring, He bows to the mandate of his Fatlier God; Angels of pity, who his death attended, O bear our loud hosannahs through the sky. 4 He rose from the dead, and up to heaven ascended; And now intercedeth for the sons of men: Who would not love so gracious a Redeemer; "We hail thee! Prince and Saviour of lost mankind. HYMN 13. L. M. 1 DON'T you see my Jesus coming? Don't you see him in yonder cloud? With ten thousand angels round him. See how they do my Jesus crowd 1 2 Don't you see his arms extended ? Don't you here his charming voice? Each loving heart beats high for glory, Oh! roy Jesus is my choice. 17 3 Don't you see the saints'asccnding? Hear them shouting through the air? Jesus smihng — trumpets sounc my cry, Though earth and hell opjjose. I 8 Through duty, and through trials too, l*ii go at his coinnianvl; Hinder me not, for I am bound. To my Immanue'.'s and. 9 And when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be. Hinder ine not, come welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee. HYMN 29. P. M. 1 JESUS, at thy command, I launch into the deep, And leave my native land. Where sin lulls all asleep: For thee I would the world resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 2 Thou art my pilot — wise. My compass is thy word: My soul each storm defies. While I have such a Lord; I'll trust thy faithfulness and power. To save me in the trying hour. 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep. Through all my passage lie. Yet Christ will safely keep. And guard me with his eye: M> anchor, hope, will firm abide. And ev'ry boisterous storm outride. 4 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss. Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh. Lest I should sufler less; Por more the treach'rous culm I dread Than tempests bursting o'er my head, 5 By faith I see the land. The port of endless rest; My soul, thy sails expand. And fly to Jesu's breast: O may 1 gain the heavenly shore, "Where winds and waves disturb no more, 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow A prosperous gale of grace: "\V aft tne from all below, To heaven my destin'd place: There in full sail my port I'll find. And leave the world and sin behind ■I HYMN SO, C. M. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, O how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end Thy joys when shall I see? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold; Thy gates are richly set with pearl. Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 5 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks. My study long have been; Such dazzling views by human sight. Have never yet been seen. 1 if heaven be tliiis jrlorioiis, Lortl, W'hv should I stay from thence? ^\\vAt folly's this that I should dread To die and go from hence? 5 Reach down, O Lord, thy ann of grace, And cause me to ascend, AVhere congregations ne'er breat up, And sabbaths never end. 6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone. Him will ! go and see; And all my brethren here below, Will soon come after me. r My riends, I bid you all adieu, I leave you in God*s care; And if I never more see you. Go on, I'll mett you tliere. 8 When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun. HYMN 31. L. M. 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom arfgels praise, "Whose glories shine through endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds tht- beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. S6 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnlg-bt be.asham'cl of noon; 'Tis midiilg'ht with my soul till he, Brig^it Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heav*n dependl Ko, when I blush — be this my shame That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tears to wipe, no good to crave. No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 'Till then— nor is my boasting vain, 'Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be. That Christ is not asham'd of me. 7 His institutions I will prize. Take up my cross — the shaine despise, Dare to defend his noble cause. And yield obedience to his laws. HYMN 32. C. M. i JESUS, I love the charming name, 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heav'n might hear. Ves, — thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust, Jewels to thee are gaudy toys; And gold is sordid dust Chor. — ^ Saxiour! let creation aingf A Saviour! let all heaven Hug/ 37 He's God -with us, loefeel him oitrs, Jhs fulness in our souls he pinira, *Tis almost done — 'tis almost o^ei-, D'etre joining them ■wfw're gone be^orCj lie then shall meet to part no more. 2 O may thy grace still cheer my heart? And sliedits fragrance there! The noblest balm of all its wounds. The cordial of its care. I'll speak the honours of thy name. With my last lab'ring breath; When speechless, clasp thee in my arms: My joy in lite and death. A Saviour, ^c: riYMNSS L. M. The good old ii-ay. 1 LIFT up your hearts, Immanuel's frieiKfsi And taste the pleasure Jesus sendsj Let nothingcause you to delay. But hasten on the good old way, cwoRrs. And V II sing hallelujah^ And glory be to God on high. And Pll sing hallelujah, Tliere's glory beaming thro' the sky. 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, bhuU not prevent our victory; If we but watch, and strive and pray, Like soldiers in the good old wav. And I'll sin^, &C. 3 O good old way! how sweet thou art, Muy none of Us from the depart. 38 But may our actions always say, We're marching in the good old way. And I'll singf &c. 4 Though Satan may his powers employ. Our happiness for to destroy, Yet never fear, we'll gain the day, And shout and sing the good old way. And /'Using, &c. 5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, And vie A', by faith, the promis'd land, Then we may sing, and shout, and pray, And march along the good old way. And I'll sing, S^c. 6 Ye valiant souls for heaven contend, Remember glory's at the end; Our God will wipe all tears away When we have run the good old way. And I'll sing, &cm 7 Then far beyond this mortal sliore, * We'll meet with those who've gone before, Aud shout to think w6've gain'd the day. By marching in tiie good old way. A7id I'll sing, &i HYMN 34. L. M. i 1 LADEN with guilt, sinners arise. And view your bleeding sacrifice; Each purple drop proclaims there's room, And bids the poor and needy come. 2 Beneath your crimes the victim stood, Sign'd your acquittances in blood, Hereby stern justice is appeas'd; Sinners look up and bereleas'di 39 ;• 3. Mercy, truth, peace, and righteousness, i' Beam from tlic Reconciler's face; Here look, till love dissolve your heart, And bid your slavish fears depart. 1 4 O quit the world's delusive charms, I And quickly fly to Jesu's arms; Wrestle until your God is known. Till you can call the Lord your own. HYMN 35. F. M. ; 1 MERCY, O thou son of David! Thus poor blind Bartemus pray'd, i Others by thy grace are saved, I Now vouchsafe to me thy aid: ' For his crying many chid liim, B ut he pray 'd the louder still, i 'Til his gracious Saviour bid him. Come and ask me what you will. 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging us'd to live, But he ask'd, and Jesus granted I Alms wliich none but he could give: [Lord, remove this grievous blindness, I Let mine eyes behold the day, ' Straight he saw. and won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. 1 3 Now mt- thinks I hear him singing. Publishing to all around: Friends, is not my case amazing, J What a Saviour I have found! I O that all the blind but knew hira. And would be advis'd by me; ; Sure if they would come unto him, I Uq wovJU Cftuse tl^em aU to $£e. 40 4 Now 1 freely leave my garments. Follow Jesus in the way, He will guide me by his counsel, Lead me to eternal day; There I shall behold my Saviour, Spotless, innocent and pure, There with him to reign for ever. If 1 to the end endure. HYxMN 36. C. M. 1 MY times of sorrow and of joy. Great God, are in thine hand; My choicest comforts come from thee. And go at thy command. 2 If thou shonldst take them all away, Yet would I not repine; Before they were possess'd by me. They were entirely thine. 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, Tho' the whole world v ere gone; But seek enduring happiness. In thee, and thee alone. 4 O teach thy worm whatever his state, Therewith to be content; Thine hand to bless, thy time to wait, And leave to thee th* event. 5 What is the world with all its joys? 'Tis but a bitter sweet; When F attempt arose to phick, A pricking thorn 1 meet. 6 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found; The honey's mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends^, Be thou my uil in all. 41 HYMN 37. P. M. i O JESUS my Saviour, to thee I submit. With love and thanksgiving, fall down at thy feet, The sacrifice offer, my soul flesh, and blood, To thee, my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God. 3 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord, 1 love thee my Saviour, I trust in tliy word, I love thee, 1 love thee, and that thou dost know. But how much I love thee I never can show. 3 I am happy, I am happy, O wond*rous ac- count, My jo\s are immortal, I stand on the mount, 1 gaze on my ticiisure, and Unig to be there. With angels my kindred,and Jesus my dear. 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee 1 am blest. My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest; Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song. Thy love doth inspire both my heart and my tongue. I 5 O who is like Jesus? he. is Salem"s bright king. He smiles and lie loves me, and learns me to sing, I'll pritise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, W4»ile rWers of pleasure ihy spirit doth filH. C 42 HYMN 38. P.M/ 1 O how I have long'd for the coming of God» And sought him by praying and searching his Mord, With watching and fasting my soul was opprest, Nor would I give over till Jesus had blest. 2 The news of his mercy, at length did ap- pear, According topromisehe answer'd my prayer And glory is open'd in floods on my soul, Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll. 3 The news of his mercy is spreading abroad. And sinners come crying and weeping to God, Their mourning and praying is heard very loud. And thousands find pardon in Jesus's blood. 4 Here's more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy feet, Opprest by a burden enormously great; O raise them, my Jesus to tell of thy love And shout hallelujah like angels above. 5 I'll sing and I'll shout, and I'll shout and I'll sing, O God make the nations with praises to ring, "With loud acclamations of Jesus's love. And carry us all to the city above. 6 We'll wait for his chariot, it seems to draw near, O come my dear Saviour, let glory appear? We long to be singing and shouting above. With angels o'erwhelSaed in Jesus'« love. 43 HYMN 39. L. M. 1 OHI give mc, lord my sins to mounr; My sins which have thy body torn; Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O could [ gain the mountain's height. And gaze upon the wond'rous sight: O that with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die. 3 I'd hang around his feet, and cry, Lord save a soul condemn'd to die; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 4 Father of mercy, drop thy frown, And give me shelterin thy Son; And with my broken heart comply, O give me Jesus or 1 die. ,) O Lord, deny me what thou wilt. If thou wilt ease me of my guilt; Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry, And give me Jesus or I die. 6 O save my soul from gaping hell. Or else with devils I must dwell; Oh, might I enter, now I'm come, Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone. HYMN 40. P. M. 1 O WHEN shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above. To drink the flowing fountains. 44 When shall I be dellverM, From this vain world of sin, And \tith my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasure in. 2 But now I am a soldier, My captain's gone before. He's given me my orders. And tells me not to fear. And if I hold out faithful, A crown of Ufe he'll give And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. Through grace I am determin'd To conquer though I die. And then away to Jesus, On wings of love I'll fly Farewell to sin and sorrow, 1 bid them all adieu, And you my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles. And trials on the way. Then cast your care on Jesus, And don' orget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armour Of faith, and hope, and love. And when your race is ended You'll reign with him above. 5 O do not be discouraged. For Jesus is your friend. And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend; Neither will he upbraid you. Though often you request; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. 45 HYMN 41. P. M. Description of Christ. 1 O THOU, in whose presence My soul takes delight. On whom in affliction 1 call My comfort by day, And my soner in the night. My hope, my salvation, my all. 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide. Resort with thy sheep. To feed on the pastures of love? For why in the valley Of death should I weep. Or alone in the wilderness rove* .> O why shoul I wander An alien from thee. And cry in the desert for bread: Thy foes will rejoice. When my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daugliters of Zion, Declare, have yeu seen The star that on Israel shone? Say if in your tents My beloved has been, ' And where with his flocks he is gone? 5 This is my beloved. His form is divine, TVis vestments shed odours around; The locks on his head Are as grapes on the vine, When autunrn with plenty isT;rown*d* 46 6 The roses of Sharon, The Uhes that grow, In the vales, o\i the banks of the stream, On his cheek in the beauty Of excellence blow — And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 7 His voice, as the sound Of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon Bow at his feet. The air is perfum'd with his breath. 8 His lips as a fountain Of righteousness flow, That waters the garden of grace, From which their salvation The Gentiles shall know. And bask in the smiles of his face. 9 Love sits in his eye -lids. And scatters delight Through all the bright mansions o^ high:' Their faces the cherubims Veil in his sight, And tremble with fulness of Joy.. 10 He looks — and ten thousand Of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his wordj He speaks, and eternity Fill'd with his voice. Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. Second Part. 1 HIS vestments of righteousness Who shall describe! Its purity words would defile. 47 The heav'ns from his preeence I " Fresh beauties imbibe, , The earth is made rich by his smile^ I 2 Siich is my beloved. In excellence bright, I AVhen pleas'd he looks down from above ' Like the morn when he breathes , From the chambers of light. And comforts his people with love. 3 But when arm'd with vengeance, In terror he comes, The nations rebellious to tame: The reins of omnipotent Power he assumes, And rides in a chariot of flame. 4 A two-edged sword From his mouth issues forth. Bright quivers of fire are his eyes; He speaks, and black tempests Are seen m the north, 'And storms from their caverns aris§. 5 Ten thousand destructions. That wait for his word. And ride on the wings of his breatl^ Fly swift as the wind At tlie nod of their Lord, And deal out the arrows of death. 6 His cloud bursting thunders Their voices resound. Through all the vast regiens on high; 'Till from the deep centre Loud echoes rebound, AqU meet the quick flame in the sky. 4S 7 The portals of heav'n At his bidding obey, And expand ere his banner appear^ Earth trembles beneath, 'Till her mountains give way. And hell shakes her fetters with fear. 8 When he treads on the clouds As the dust of his feet, And grasps the big storm in his hand. What eye the fierce glance Of his anger shall meet. Or who in his presence shall stand. HYMN 42. L. M. 1 O GOD, my heart with love inflame. That I may in thy holy name, Aloud in songs of praise rejoice. While 1 have breath to raise my voice; Then I will shout, tlien I will sing. And make the heavenly arches raig: I'll sing and shout for evermore, On that eternal, happy shore. 2 O hope of glory, Jesus, come, And make my heart thy constant home; For the small remnant of my da}'s , I want to sing and shout thy praise. O give me, Lord, a heart to pray. And live rejoicing ev'ry day; To give thee thanks in ev'ry thing. And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 8 Wben on mjr dying bed I lay. Lord give me strength to shout and pray, And praise thee witn my latest breath UntU my voice is lost in death. 49 Then, brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as yon march the solemn road. Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below, and I above, We'll shout and praise the God we love, Until the great tremendous day. When Gabriel's trump shall wake our clay; Then from our dusty beds we'll spring. And shout, O death where is thy sting! grave, where is thy victory! We'll shout to all eternity. 5 Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the sov'reign of the skies, AVitli smiles unto his children say. Come reign with me in endless day. Then on that happy, happy shore. We'll shout and sing our suff 'rings o'er. I W e'U sing and shout, and shout and sing^ I And make the heavenly arches ring. j HYMN 43. P. M. 1 THERE is a holy city, A happy world above. Beyond the starry regions. Built by the God of love: An everlasting temple. And saints array'd in white. They serve their great Redeemer^ They dwell with him in light. 2 This is no world of trouble. The God of peace is there. He wipes away their sorrows, He banishes their care^ D 50 Uheir joys are still increasing, Their songs are ever new, They praise the eternal Father, The Son and Spirit too. 5 The meanest child of glory Outshines the radiant sun; But who can speak the splendour Of that eternal throne. Where Jesus sits exalted. In godlike majesty? The elders fall before him, The angels bend the knee, 4 Is this the man of sorrows, W ho stood at Pilate's bar, Condemn'd by haughty Herod, And by his men of war? He seems a mighty conqueror. Who spoirdthe powers below. And ransom'd many captives From everlasting woe. 5 The hosts of sanits around him. Proclaim his work of grace; The patriarchs and prophets. And all the godly race; Who speak of fiery trials And tortures on their way. They came from tribulation. To everlasting day. 6 Now with a holy transport, Thev tell their sufl*rings o'ep Their tears and their temptations. And all the pains they bord; 51 They turn and bow to Jesus, Who gained their liberty Amid our fiercest dangers. Our lives are hid in thee. 7 Long time I was invited To gain that heav'nly rest; Grace made no hard condition, *Twas only to be bless'd; But earth's bewitching pleasures Inclined me long to stay; I sought her dreams and shadow And joys that pass away. 8 But now it is my purpose Tlie better way 'o find; To serve my great Creator, Anil leave my sins behind; B guilt's seducing mazes I will no longer roam; I'll give my soul to Jesus. Who brings the ransom'd home* 9 And what shall be my journey, How long I'll stay below. Or what shall be my trials, Are not for me to know: In every day of trouble, I'll raise my thoughts on high; I'll think on the bright temple. And crowns above the sky. HYMN 44. P. M. 1 O ZION, afflicted with wave upon wave, Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save. 52 Surrounded with troubles, with terrors dis- may 'd. "With toiling and rowing" thy strength is decay'd. Loud roaring the billows, now night thee o'erwhem, But skilful the pilot that sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, his power shall defend, 'Tis he, all victorious, thy warfare shall end. 2 O fearful, O faithless, in mercy he cries. What though high the surges to affright thee arise; Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand. Through tossings and tempests I'll bring thee to land. !Forget thee I will not, I care for thy name, Engrav'd on my heart, it shall ever remain. 'I'lie palms of my hands, when I look on I see. The wounds I received when I suffer'd for thee. 3 The fearful, the faithless, the weak are my care. The helpless, the hopeless, I liear their sad prayer; — rhro' great tribulation my people I bring; And when they reach heaven, the louder they'll sing. I feel at my heart, all thy sighs and ihj groans, J'er thou art most nigh me, my flush anA mv bones; 53 i.In all thy afflictions, thoug-h great is my pain, i ' They all are most needful,not one is in vain. j4 The day of eternal salvation draws near. When Jesus our leader will dry every tear. Our bodies and souls shall his glory partake. When the trumpet shall sound, and the na- tions awake. I Fight on, ye old soldiers, you*ll soon be I discliarg'd. The war will be ended, your treasure en. larged. With singing and shouting, though Jordan may roar; We'll enter fair Canaan, and stand on the shore. HYMN 45. C. M. 1 SWEET rivers of redeeming lovCj Lie just before mine eye; Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd to those rivers fly: I'd rise superior to my pain. With joy outstrip the wind: I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main^ And leave the world behind. 2 W^l\ile I'm imprison'd here below. In anguish, pa':n, and smart, Oft times those troubles I forego. When love surrounds my heart. In darkest shadows of the nigiit, Faith mounts the uj^pcr skv, 1 then behold uiy heart's dehght. And would rejoice to die! 54 3 I view the monster death, and smile, Now he has lost his stiny;; Though Satan rages all the wiiile, I still in triumph sing: I hold my Saviour in my arms, At d will not let him go; I'm so delighted with his charms, No other good I'll know 4 A few mere days, or years at most. My troubles will be o'er I hope to join the heav'idy host, On Canaan's happy shore. My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast In love's imbounded sea; The glorious hope of endless rest, Is transporting to me 5 O come, my Saviour, come away, And bear me through the sky, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay. Make haste, and bring it nigh: I long to see thy glorious face. And in thine image shine; To triumph in victorious grace. And be for ever thine. 6 Then I will tune my harp of gold, To my eternal king; Through ages that can ne'er be told, I'll make his praises ring: All hail! thou great eternal God! Who died on Calvary; And sav'd me with thy precious bl»od. From endless misery. 7 Ten thousand, thousand join in one, To praise the Eternal Three: 55 Prostrate before the blazing throne. In deep humlity: They rise and tune their harps of gold, And string the immortal I) re: And ages that can ne'er be told, Shall raise their praises higher. HYMN 46. P. M. 1 Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembhiig, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease fond nature, cease thy strifcj, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark! they whisper: angels say. Sister spirit, come away: "What is this absorbs me quit? Steals my senses, shuts my sighi:? Drowiiii my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can tliis be death? 3 The world recedes: it disappears! Heav*n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! 1 mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? HYMN 47. C M. 1 WHEN langour and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my painS; Ajkd long to fly away. 36 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend; The whispers of thy love; Sweet to look upwards to the place Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behol^ Eternal joys my own. 4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of sufF'ring; paid. 5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience day by day. His Spirit's quick'ning breath, 6 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest. Whose love can never end; Sweet on his covenant of grace For all things to depend. 7 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and ang^els draw their bliss Immediately from thee! HYMN 48 CM. 1 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That wlien my change shall come, Angels shall hover round my bed. And waft my spirit home. 5T 2 There shall my disernbodietl soul View Jesus, and adore; Be with his likeness satisfied. And grieve and sin no more. J 3 Shall see hin\ wear that very flesh On whicli my {^uilt was lain; His love intense, his merit fresh. As though but newly slain. 4 Soon too, my slumbVing dust shall hear The trumpet's quick'ning sound; And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt. At his right hand be found. 5 These eyes shall see him in that day. The God that died for me; And all my rising bones shall say, Lord, who is like to thee? 6 If such the views which grace unfolds, Weak as it is below. What raptures must the church above In Jesu's presence Icnow! 7 O may the unction of these truths For ever with me stay; Till, from her earthly cage dismiss'd. My spirit flies away. HYMN 49. P. M. 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy jilantation, Grant us. Lord, a gi'acious rainl All will come to desolation. Unless thou return again. Lo7'd revive ws, ^U our help must come from thee. 58 2 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high: I.est for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and di^ Lordy revive us, &C' 3 Surely once thy garden flourishM, Every part look*d gay and green: Then thy word our spirits nourished; Happy seasons we have seen! Lordy revive us, &c. 4 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither. Thou canst make us bloom again; O permit us not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain. Lord, revive us, &C' 5 Let our mutual love be fervent. Make us prevalent '.n pray'r; Let each one esteemed thy servant. Shun the world's bewitching snares. Lord, revive us, &c. 6 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour. To revive thy work afresh. Lord, revive us, &c» HYMN 50. C. M. On the f^asaimi. 1 SAW ye my Saviour! Saw ve my Saviour! .Saw ye my Saviour and God? Oh! he' died on Calvarj', to atone for you and me. And to purchase our pardon with blood. 59 ;? He was extended ! he was extended ! I Sli:iinefully nailM to the cross; Oil! he bow'd liis head and died, thus rtiy Lord was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Jesus hung blcedinf^! Jesus hung bleeding^ Three dreadful hours in pain; Oh! the sun refus'd to shine, when his ma- jesty divine, AVas derided, insulted and slain 4 Darkness prevailed ! Darkness prevailed! Darkness prevail'd o'er the land, Oh! the solid rocks were rent through cre- ation's vast extent. When the Jews crucified the God-man, 5 When it was finish'd, when it was finish'd. And the atonement was made; He was taken by the great, and embalm'd in spices sweet. And in a new sepulchre was laid. Hail, mighty Saviour! Hail, mighty Saviour! Prince — and the author of peace, Oh! he burst the bands of death, and trium- phant through the east. He ascfnded to mansions of bliss. Now interceding! Now interceding! Pleading that sinners may live; Crying, Father I have died ! O behold my hands and side, To redeem them: I pray thee forgive. I will forgive them, I will forgive them. If they'll repent and believe, 60 Let them now return to me and be recon- cil'd to thee, And salvation they all shall receive. HYMN 51. P. M. 1 SINNRRS, the wariiing- hear, And haste to Jesu's arms. Where love and g-race appear In all their heavenly charms; No longer from his mercy roam, But flee the dieadfiil wrath to come. 2 Long have you liv'd in sin. And priz'd the joys of earth, Too long- delighted been With vanity and mirth: No longer now from Jesus roam, But fly, O fly from wrath to come. 3 Hark! 'tis the Saviour's voice, His promises invite, O make h s grace your choice. His name your chief delight. O may you seek the heavenly home. And flee the dreadful wrath to come- 4 No longer ling'ring stand. On Sodom's sinful plains; Destruction's near at hand. And everlasting pains: No longer from the Saviour roam, But flee the dreadful wrath to come. HYMN 52 P. M. 1 SWEET the moments. Which before the cross 1 sj>endj 3 61 Life, and health, and peace possessing-, From the sinner's dying friend Here I'll sit for ever viewing" Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing". Plead and claim my peace witjfi God. ,2 Truly blessed is this station. Low before his cross to lie; "While I see divine compassion. Floating in his languid eye. Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze: Love I much? I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace. 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing; And himself more deeply know. HYMN 53. P. M. 1 THERE is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll, ' Tis there I have my treasure, And there I hope to rest my soul. Long- darkness dwelt around me. With scarcely once a cheering ray; But since my Saviour found me, A hght has shone along my way. 2 My way is full of danger. Hut 'tis the path th'it leads to Gnd; 621 Then, like a valiant soldier, I'll dauntless keep the happy road. Now I must gird my sword on, My helmet, breast-plate, and my shield, And fight the host of Satan, Until I gain the heav'nly field. 3 I'm on my way to Canaan, Still guarded by my Saviour's hand; O come along, dear sinner, And see Immanuel's happy land. To all that stay behind me, I bid a long — a long farewell ! O come, or you'll repent it. When you do reach the gates of hell. 4 The vale of tears surround me. And Jordan's cuirent rolls before, O how I -.land and tremble. To hear the dismal waters roar! Whose hand shall then support me. And keep my soul from sinking there; From sinking down to darkness, And to the regions of despair. 5 The waves shall not afTright me. Although they're deeper than the grave. If Jesus will stand by me, I'll calmly ride on Jordan's waves: His word has calm'd the ocean, His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale: may this friend be with me. When through the gates of death I sail. 6 Then come, thou king of terrors. And with thy weapons lay me low! 1 soon shall reach that region, Where everlasting pleasures flow: I 65 Now, Christians I must leave you, A few more days to suffer here; Through grace I soon shall meet you — My soul exults— I'm almost there. I T Soon the archang-el's trumpet ( Shall shake the globe from pole to pole. And all the wheels of nature Shall in a moment cease to roll. Then I sliall see my Saviour, With shining ranks of angels come, To execute his vengeance, And take his ransom'd people home^. HYMN 54. P M. 1 THE wond'rous love of Jesus, From doubts and fears it frees us, With pitying love he sees us, A toiling here below. Through tribulation driven, "We'll force our way to heaven; Through consolation given. Rejoicing on we'll go. 2 Companions now distressed. By Satan sore oppressed. Cheer up, you'll be relieved. Your captain's gone before: In every trying hour, He'll save you by his power. And bring you safe to heaven; On that eternal shore. 3 O yonder is the glory, It lies but just before you, And there we'll tell the story Of all redeeming love: 64 And there we shall for eter. Drink of that flowing river, " And ever, ever ever, Surround the throne of love. 4 There in the blooming garden Of Eden, gain'd by pardon. Upon the banks of Jordan, We will worship the Lamb: We'll sing the song of Moses, While Jesus he composes A song that never closes, Of pleasures to his name. HYMNSi). P.M. THE Lord's into his garden come. The spices yield a rich perfume. The hUes grow and thrive; Refreshing showers of grace divine. From Jesus flow to every vine. And make the dead revive. that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become; The desert blossom as the rose. When Jesus conquers all his foes. And makes his people one. The glorious time is coming on. The gracious work is now begun. My soul a witness is; 1 taste and see the pardon free For all mankind as well as me; Who come to Christ may live. 65 4 The worst of sinners here inay find A Saviour merciful and kind. Who will them All receive; None are too vile who will repent. Out of one sinner legions went, The Lord did him relieve. 5 Come brethren dear, who know the Lord, And taste the sweetness of his word; In Jesu*s way go on: Our trotibles and our trials here, Will only make us richer there. When we arrive at home. 6 We feel that heav'n is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne, From Jesu's throne on high: It comes in floods, we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink againt» And yet we still are dry. 7 But when we come to dwell above. And all surround the throne of love. We'll drink a full supply: Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow. That never will run dry. B 'Tis there we'll reign and shout, and sing* And make the upper regions ring, \N hen all the saints get home: Come on, come on, my brethren dear, Soon we shall meet together there. For Jesus bids us come. 9 Amen, amen, my soul replies, I'm bound to meet you m the skiep. And claim my mansion there: E 66 Now here's my heart, and here's my hand. To meet you on that heav'nly land, ^Vhere we shall part no more. HYMN 56. L. M. The Wheat and Tares. 1 THOUGH in the outward church below. The wheat and tares tog-ether grow; Jesus ere long will weed the crop. And pluck the tares in anger up: For soon the reaping time -will come. And angels shout the harvest home, 2 Will it relieve their horrors there; To recollect their stations here. How much they heard, how much they knew, How much among the wheat they grew? For soon the reaping time, ^c. 3 Oh! this will aggravate their case, They perish'd under means of grace; To them the word of life and faith Became an instrument of death. And soon, &c. 4 We seem alike when thus we meet. Strangers might think we all were wheat; But to the Lord's all searching eyes Each heart appears without disguise. And soon, &c* 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends; Some for the sake of praying friends; Others the Lord, against their will. Employs his counsels to fulfil. But aoonf &c. ) But though they grow so tall and strong. His plan will not "require them long; In harvest when he saves his own, The tares shall into hell be thrown. For so 071 f 6?e. r Most awful thought, and is it so. Must all mankind the harvest know? Is every man a wheat or tare? Me, for that harvest, Lord prepare For soon the reaping titne, &c. HYMN 57. P M 1 THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue: Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last. Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair; But through thy free goodness my spirits revive: And he that first made me still keeps me ahve. 3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart. Which wonders to feel its own hardness de- part; Dissolv'd by thy goodness, I fall to the ground. And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 68 4 The door of thy mercy stands open all days To the poor and the needy, who knock bjr the way, No sinner shall ever be empty sent back, "Who comes seeking- mercy for Jesus's sake. 5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell. Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell; 'Twas Jesus my friend, when he hung on the tree, Who opened the channel of mercy for me. 6 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own. And the covenant love of thy crucify'd Son: All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper di- vine, Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousne; vu7ie. HYMN 58. P. M. 1 'TIS my happiness below. Not to live without the cross; But, the Saviour's pow'r to know. Sanctifying ev'ry loss: Trials must and will bcfal; But, with humble faith, to see. Love inscrib'd upon them all, This is happiness to me. 2 God, in Isr'el, sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil; These spring- up and choke the weeds. Which would else o'ersprcad the sjil; rials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low and keep me there-. ^9 ,3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisements by the way; Mig-ht I not witli reason fear, I should prove a cast away: Bastards may escape the rod. Sunk in earthly, vain delight; But the true-born child of God, Must not, would not, if he mig t. HYMN 59. L. M. 1 THERE is a heav'n o'er yonder skies^ A heav'n where pleasure never dies, A heav'n I sometimes hope to see. But fear again it's* not for me. £iit JesiiSy Jesus, is my friend^ O hallelujah, Ilalleliijah, Jesus, Jesu<, is mi/ friend. 2 The way is difficult and straight. And narrow is the gospel gate; " Ten thousand dangei*s are therein. Ten thousand snares to take me in. Jiut Jesus, &c. 3 I travel through a world of foes, Through conflicts sore my spirit goes; The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand, Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. But Jesus, ^i . 4 The way of dangers I am in. Beset with devils, men and sin; But in this way, thy track I see, And niark'd with blood it seems to be. Sweet Jesus, &c. 5 Come life, come death, come then wl.a." will. His footsteps I will follow stiU^ 70 Through dangers thick and hell's alarms, I shall be safe in his dear arms. O Jesus, ^c. 6 Then, O my soul arise and sing. Yonder' s thy Saviour, friend and king, With pleasing smiles he now looks down. And cries "press on and here's the crown, O Jesus, ^c. 7 "Prove faithful then a few more days. Fight the good fight and win the race. And then thy soul with me shall reign. Thy head a ciown of glory gain." O Jesus y &c, 8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 'Till the last joyful trump shall sound. Then burst the chains with sweet surprise; And in my Saviour's image rise. O Jesus, &C' HYMN 60. P. M. 1 YE children of Zion, vvho're aiming for glory. Enlisted with Jesus to fight against hell. New Canaan's bright borders are now just before you. Though Jordan's proud billows its banks over-swell. Ten thousand have cross'd it, and are now in glory, A shouting and telling the triumphant story. And Jesus, our Saviour, will bring us all over. In the land of sweet Canaan, for ever to dwell. 71 4J This malces my heart joyful, it fills me with pleasure. That suff 'ring and toiling will one day be oer; At the feet of my Saviour I'll there count my treasure, "Where sin, pain, and sorrow can reach me no more. Be bold and courageous, and fear not the devil, Though he should speak of you, all manner of evil, For though Satan rages, yet Jesus engages To bring us all shouting to Canaan s bright shore. 3 Like ships on the ocean, we're tossed by commotion. But Christ is the pilot, and he's a sure guide: If sick and afflicted, kind love has a lotion Which flows in abundance from Jesus's side. Though Satan's wild whirlwinds like de- luges roaring, And floods of temptation as hail are down pouring. Though devils should haunt you, yet let them not daunt you. For Jesus rules over the wind and the tide. 4 I feel his love blazing, my spirits are raising Had I angel's (jinions, away would I go. And see that bright city, and hear angels praising. And all the enjoyment of glory to know> ^£ To our great Fatlier, that shines through. out heaven, All glory from saints and from angels be given; My heart's all on fire, my Jesus draws nigher. His love, like an ocean, all through me doth flow. 3 His love so constrains me, this earth can't contain me, My soul is so joyful, I'm fill'd with new wine, *Tis grace that supports me, and gl 'When we touch the sacred shore ' Blessed thought ! no hostile legions. Can altinn or trouble more: ¥:iv beyond the reach of foes, j We shall dwell in sweet repose. !4 that hope! how bright ! how glorious! ' * ris his people's bkst reward; I In the Saviour's strength viclorious, I Tiiey at lengtii behold their Lord: i In his kingdom they shall rest; j , In his love be fully blest 5 When the sight of war alarms us, Let us call to mind our friend; He who for the conflict arms us, Will be with us to the end: ' !"is enough, the uar is his; t.od our king and leader is. , HYMN 67. F. M. [''I WHAT is life? 'Tis but a vapour; Soon it vanishes away; Life is hke a dying taper; O my soul, why wish to stay? Why not spread thy wings and fl)"". Straight to yonder world of joy. 1^ See that glory: how r'-splendent ; Brighter far than fancy paints, i There in majesty ti-anscendent, Jesus reigns, the king of saints. Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly I , Straight to yonder world of joy. |3 Joyful crowds h-s throne surrounding, ; Sing with rapture of his love: Throug-li the heav'ns bis praises sounding'. Filling- all t))e courts above. Spr> i:d ti\y wings, my soul, :in(l fly- Straight to yonder world of joy. 4 Go, and share his people's glory; '>»idst the ransom'd crowd appear; Thine a joyful, wond'rous story; One that angels love to hea-r. Spread thy wings, my soul, and fiy Straight to yonder world of joy. HYMN 68 C. M. 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord, Bid every string awake. 2 Tbo' in a foreign land, We are not far from home; And nearer to our house above. We every moment come. 1 His grace shall to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor thing-s to come, Shall quench the spark divine. 4 The time of love Vvill come, WhtMi we shall clearly see Not only tliat he shed his blood, But each shall say,yo?' me. 5 Tarry his leisure then. Wait the appointed hour; Wait till the bridegroom of \-our souls Reveal his love with power. : 6 Blest is the man, O God, ■ J'lint stays liiniself oil thee! AVlio waits f;;iMliy salvation, Lord, bhull ihy salvation see. HVMN 69 P. M. 1 I'liniigh earth's wealth allure thee, W nil Its many charms; It ca ; nee*i- secure tlieC', From death's rude alarms. Though tbrtuu's -smile, should you beguile; 1\, build on this foundation; How would ileaih's call, your soul appall. And blast its expectation. 2 S])all earth's ijrightest pleasures, Ciiarni a heav'nly soul; bhall its fudmg treasures, i-ure it iroiu its goal. Wi ' you let tlies •, vain trifles please, Jleie fix your Hope's foundation; And tor earth's to> s, spurn heav'njy joys, And slight your soul's salvation. 3 Ail earth's brightest prospects Soon sink to deca\ ; All ts dreams of pleasure, ^'anisheth away. Not gayest wealth, nor rosy health, Atlord us consolation; Wlum dcaih is neur, the\ cannot cheer. With prospects of salvation. 4 But the Christian places Trust in Jesr's blood; A br.ghter course he traces. By that crimson flood. 2 J, eo Sinners he cries, lift up your eyes, Sf e \ our Lord's sufr'ring" station; He bow'd his head, for you he bled. That you might have salvation. 5 Will you slight the offer, Jesus Christ hath made? Shall his goodness proffer, Ev'ry heavenly aid ? And you refuse, the good to chuse— Still follow inclination; Or careless run, 'till you*re undone, I^'^or heed your soul's salvation. 6 Sinners view the Christian, Mark his steady form; His hopes are plac'd on Jesus, He smiles at life's rude storm. For holy love, buoy's him above The waves of tribulation; He knows no fear, with Jesus near, The rock of his salvation. 7 Sinners view the splendour. That surrounds the bed; Where the happy Christian, Rests his dying head. Ilis eager soul, knows no control, Ohjiear its exultation? *'Tis gain to die! with Jesus nigh! I'he God of my salvation." HYMNrO. L. M. Matthew chap. xxvi. Terse 25. 1 GOD is the same in ev'ry place, And all whose hearts are so inclin'tl, 81 His power in all liis works may trace, His mercy ev'ry wiicre may find. '2 There's not a tree, a shrub, or flower. That sprmgs from out this teeming earth; But bears the impress of that pow'r, , V.'hose word alone, first gave it birth. / 5 Behold the fowls that fill the air, riiey plant no corn, they raise no breadj Yet chiini our lleav'nly Father's care. And by his tender hand are fed. .4 The "lilies of the valley, grow," j Ahhough they neither toil nor spin; ' And Solon.on with all his show. Had no such robes to " deck him in." ; 5 Hear then the words that Jesus saith; " It God so clotiie the tender plant, p Mich moi'e oh ye little faith. Will he supply your ev'ry want." ♦ 6 Let not to-morrow's anxious thought, Wiiat sDall we eat r What shall we drink? I Disturb your hearts — for we are taught, 1 God doth for all his creatures think. !r Full well our lleav'nly Father knows, hat we of ail those things have need; from his bounteous hand tJ For all a rich supply indeed. J 8 But first the kingdom of our God, Seek through tiis righteousness so truei ,^ Then fix your trust upon his word, *' Tliese things shall all be added you.'* 82 HYMN n P. il. T.H' atoning- work Is done: The victim's blood is shed. And Jesus now is gone Kis people's cause to plead: H" stands in heav'n their great High-priest, Hnd bears Qieir names upon his breast. He sprinkles with his blood The mercy-seat above: For Justice had withstood The purposes of love: But justice now objects no more: And mercy yields her bovmdless store. No temple made with hands, K'lS place or service is: In heav'ii .tself he stands: All heav'nly priesthood his. In hi n the sbadovs of the law Are all fulfiird, and now withdraw. An I tho' awhile h- be Hid from the eyes of men; His people look to see Their great High-priest again; In brightest glorv he w ill come, An. I take his waiting j^eople home. HYMN 72. L. M. ■ " BY whom shall Jacob now arise?" For Jacob's friends are few, And, (.^•hat should fill us with surprise,) Thev seem divided too. By whom shall Jacob now arise?" For Jacob's foes are strong. 1 r?i\d their triumph in their, eyes. They think ht'U fail e'er lon'tj. 3 ♦= V,\ u Iiom shall Jacob now arise?" Can an\ tell by whom? Sav, sh;ill this hrancli that witlicrM lies. Again revive and bloom? 4 Lord thou canst tell — the work is thine. The help of man is vain. On Jacob now arise and shine. And he shall live again. HYMN 73. P. M. ' 1 OriACIOUS Lord my heart is fixed, Sin.^ I will, and sing' of thee; >]nce the cup that justice mixed, Thou hnst dvank, and drank for mo- Groat deiiv*rer! Thou hast set the pvis'ner free. 2 Lnte and harp, awake to praise him! All my pow'rs your tribute brmg"! Tho' no praise can higher raise him, (VVn.it can higher raise our king?) Were I silent, Ev'n the stones would rise and sing. 3 M-my were the chains that bound me; n-at the Lord luis loos'd them ali; Arms of mercy now surround me; Favours these, nor few nor Siiudl, Saviour kc^p me: Keep th) servant lest he fall. 4 Fair the scene that lies before me: Life eternal Jesus gives; 84 AVhile he waves his banner o'er me. Peace and joy my soul receives; Sure his promise! I shall live because he lives. When the viror'd u'ould bid me leave thee. Telling me of shame and loss: Saviour, guard me lest I g^'ieve thcef I.cst 1 cease to love thj cross; This a treasure: All the rest I count but -dross. HYMN 74. L. M: 1 ENDLESS praises To our Lord! Ever be his name ador'd! 2 Angels crown him Crown the lamb! He is worthy — praise his name. 8 Saints adore him, Sound his fame, You he saves from endless shame. 4 Saints and angels, •Jointly sing: Glory, glory to our King! HYMN 73. P. 51. 1 IF our warfare be laborious. Soon the strife will reach a close: Rest is sweet, secure and glorious, That from prosp'rous warfare flows,*' Doubly precious, After labour is repose. I 85 Once our choice was peace inglorious; Then we yielded to our foes; Wai-tare now the most laborious, Ev'n with all its toils we choose, Glorious warfare! I Leading' to secure repose, • 5 Are there many foes before us, ' Standiii|^ to oppose our way? j Yet they sliall not ovLipow'r us: I This with boldness we may sa}-; j Since Jehovali, : Keeps his people night and day. 4 Are we blind and prone to error-* j. God vouclisufes to be our g-iiido; I Are we faint and fwW of terror? lie liiiTiself is on our side. 'Tis sufiicient; ' God our Saviour will provide. p "When through him we prore victorious, * Then will strife and labour cense; Then our trhimpli will be g'loricus; * Then his people dwell at ease: And tl'.cir portion Will be everlasting peace. ' HYMN 76. C. M. 1 I,OTjU, if thy people sufler grief, I Vet are their comforts great; r -Kop are they left wiUiout relief; I Thy time is never late. ) If when affliction's waves mix high, ' l)eli\*i-ance should be slow; I !iy purpose is. their fai\h to try, ^^ndmioke then- patience j^ro'w. 8G 3 In sorrow's sev'nfokl furnace tried, i'UiS tho .t^ht n»u\ yield them joy: Tiivm, L(/rd, art walking by their side, JNer can th'e fire destroy. 4 Yea,, ev'n the flame's destructive pow'r, Directed, Lord, by tiiee; Shall nc^thing but their bands devour. And leave their bodies free, 5 All this 1 know. But in the hour Of trial, then 1 taint; And feel that nothing* but thy pow'r Can keep me Iroin complaint. 6 Howe'er a mother loves her own, I know, beyond a doubt; Her love by thine is far outdone; Thy love that changes not. 7 >yhatever light in man may shine. And i^uicle a father's care: 'lis but a .shadow. Lord, of thine; Thy wisdom cannot err. 8 Of this convinc'd, 1 would « Be still. And know that thou art God;" Would give up my rebellious will, ^ And kiss thy chast'ning rod. | 9 O teach thy worm, whate'er his state. Therewith to be content; Thine hand to bless, thy time to wait, , And leave to tliee th' event. HYMN 77. L. M. 1 BEHOLD a stranger at tJie door! He gently knocks, has knock'd before; S7 tas waited long", is wailing still; ^You use no otiier friend so ill. J I '.lit will he prove a friend indeed ? , He will- -tlic ver}- friend you need; ; The man of Xazareth is he, ^Viih garments dy'd, from Calvar}'. ' lovely attitude! he stands \'v ith melting lieart and open hands; < > matchless kindness! and he sliows liiat matchless kindness to hi^ foes. 4 I'ise, touch'd with gratitude divine, '\\iru out his enemy and thine; 'I''irn out tlnit hateful monster, sin, And let the liea\ *nly stranger in. HVMX 78. P. M. 1 AIY gracious T?edeemcr I love, !lis praises aloud I'll proclaim, And join with tlie armies above^ To shout his adorable name. To gjaze on bis glor es divine, |- Shall be my eternal em|. " Come save the land,** " Come try yourself to free." A soldier pierc'd him when he died, Then healing streams came from his side> And thus my Lord was crucfy'd: Stern justice then was satisfy'd. Sinners, for you and me. . 6 Behold ! he mounts the throne of stat*, He fii's the mediatorial seat, "While millions bowing at his feet. With loiid Hosanna's tell; Though he endur d 'exquisite pains. He led the monster death in chiua?> I 99 Ye seraphs raise your loudest strain", With music fill bright Eden's plains. He conquer'd death and hell. 7 'Tis done, the dreadful debt is paid, The great atonement now is made. Sinners, on him your guilt was laid. For you he spilt his blood; For you his tender soul did move. For you he left the courts above, That you the length and breadth might prove, And heighth and depth of perfect love. In Christ yoar smiling God. 8 All glory be to God on high. Who reigns enthron'd above the sky, "Who sent his son to bleed and die, Glory to him be given; While heaven above his praise resounds, Zion sing, his grace abounds, 1 hope to shout eternal rounds, In flaming love that knows no bounds, AVhen swallow'd up in hcav'n. HYMN 92. CM. 1 INSPIRE our souls, thou heav'nly dove. On thee we humbly call; Come, warm our hearts with Jesu's love, To own him Lord of all. 2 The saints who now in glory shine, And triumph o'er the fall: In concert join with notes divine. To praise him Lord of all. 100 3 Sinners, who now In him believe. Whose criues are bitter gall. Pardon and grace from him receive, And bless him Lord of all. 4 The day arrives when ev'ry voice On this terrestrial ball. Aloud shall sing, exult, rejoice. To hail him Lord of all- 5 All heav'n, in one admiring throng", Before him prostrate fall; And join in sweet seraphic song, To crown him Lord of all. HYMN 93. P.M. 1 JESUS I know hath died for me, This is my hope, my joy, my rest ! Hither, when hell assails, I flee, And look into my Saviour's breast! Away, sad doubts and anxious fear, Mercy is all that's written there. 2 Though waves and storms go o'er my head. Though strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be withered all, and dead. And ev'ry comfort be withdrawn; Steadfast on this my soul relies, Father — thy mercy never dies. 3 Fix'd on this ground will I remain, "When heart shall fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain. When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love! 101 HYMN 94. P M. 1 O THOU, that hear'st the pray'r of faith/ Wilt thou not save u sou! from death, That casts itself on tiiee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord haih done And suff 'red once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead. His spotless rig-hteousness I plead. And his availing* blood; Thy rigiiteousness my robe shall be. Thy merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, The spirit of adoption breathe. His consolations send: By him some word of life impart. And sweetly whisper to my heart, « Thy Maker is thy friend." 4 The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away: Unclog'd by earth or earthly things I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings To everlasting day. HYMN 95. 8 -7s. 1 NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus, Can reUeve us from our guilt, Nothing else from sin release us, Nothing else the heart can melt. 2 Law and terrors do but hard en, While they operate alone; 102 But a sense of blood-bought pardon, Soon dissolves a heart of stone. [3 Jesus, all our consolations Flow from thee the sov'reign good ! Love, and faith, and hope, and patience. Come to us through thy rich blood.] HYMN 96. P. M. i 1 THOU sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream. Our Saviour at midnight, when Cynthia's pale beam Shone brigliton the waters, would frequent- ]y sti-ay, And loose in thy murmurs the toils of the aay. CHOBtJS. Come soi?its and adore Itirn, come boio at his feet. Oh! give him the glory y the praise that is meet; Let joyful ffosanna*Sy unceasing arise, Aud join the full chorus that gladdens the shies. 2 How damp were the vapours that fell on his head. How hard was his pillovv^ — how humble his bed: The angels astonish'd, grew sad at the sight, And follow'd their master with solemn de- light. Csme saints and adore him^ i^c. lOS 3 Oil! garden of Olivet, dear honor'd spot, The tame of thy wonders shall ne'er be for- got; The theme most transporting", to seraphs above, The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. Come saints and adore, i^c. HYMN 97. S. M. 1 HERE long I shall not stay, And therefore need not make A large provision for the way. Since home my way I take. 2 Rairnent and food will be Enough till I remove; Hence every superfluity, Would but a burthen prove. 3 Jacob of staff possest, Free on his way could go; But when his flocks and herds increas'd. His journeyings weie but slow. 4 As through the world we glance. We see the rich are dull. In virtue lingeringly advance, And careless of the soul. 5 While, free from luxury. The poor move easy on: And joyfully the cheerful way ^ Of God's commandments run. 6 Unfetter'd by those ties. That worldlings bind to earth; 104 Their souls more freely mount the skies, For things of nobler worth. 7 While proper care is given. To smooth their ,j:i3sage hence; Their bliss and treasure are in heaven, And all their comfort thence. 8 Should I then wish for love More han would me become. More than would carry me above To my eternal home. 9 Nay, sure Vm better off Than rich in golden store, If for my journey I've enough, And not one atom more. 10 Lord, therefore, in thy grace. Bestow on me, I pray. Just what will mafce me mend my pace. And serve me on my way. HYMN 98. C. M. 1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent, Break — by Jesu's cross subdued, See his body mangled, rent, Cover'd with a gore of blood ! Sinful suiil, what hast thou done? Murder d God's eternal Son! 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed. Drove the nails that fix him here, Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear. Made his soul a sacrifice; For a sinful world he dies. 105 3 Shall we let hiin die in vain? bull to death •)ursae our God ? Open tear hiS wounds ag-ain, riumple on his precious blood ? No: widi all our sins we part: Saviour, take my broken heart ! HYMN 99. P. M 1 IN the floods of tribulation. While the billows o'er me roll, Jesus whispers conbolation, And s .pporls my fainting soul: Sweet affliction. That brings Jesus to jny soul. 3 Thus the lion yields me honey. From the eater food is giv'n; Streiig'lhen'cl thus I still press forward, Singing as I wade to heav'n; Sweet affliction, And my sins are all forgiven. 3 So, in darkest dispensations, Doth my faithful Lord appear, "With his richest consolations. To re-animate and cheer: Sweet, affliction. Thus to bring my Saviour near. 4 Floods of tribulation heighten, Billows still around me roar. Those who know not Christ they frighten; But my soul flefi-^s their pow*r: Sweet affliction. Thus to bring my Saviour near. 106 5 In the sacred pag-e recorded, Thus his word securely stands; * Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee, Noug-ht shall pluck thee from my hands:" Sveet affliction, Ev'ry word my love demands. 6 All I meet I find assists me In my path to heav'niy joy. Where, though trials now attend me.. Trials never more annoy; Sweet affliction, Ev'ry promise gives me joy, 7 Wearing there a weight of glory. Still the path I'll ne'er forget. But exulting, cry it led me To my blessed Saviour's feet: ^^weet affliction. Which has brought me to his feet, HYMN 100. S. M. 1 IN Sharon's lovely rose, Immortal beauties shine; s sweet refreshin Its origin divine. 2 How blooming and how fan*! O may my happy breast This lovely rose for ever wear, And be supremely blest, HYMN 101. L M. 1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's prais.e. He justly claims a song from me. His loving kindness; 6 how free! lor 2 He saw me minM 1\v the fall, Yet lovM me notwilhstaiuliiig- all; He savM me from my lost estate, His loving"-kinclMess, O how great ! 3 Though luim'roMs hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose; He safely leads my soul along. His loviug-kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud. Has gathcr'd thick and thuiiderM loud. He near my soul has always stood, His loving-kindness, O how gt>od ! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Jesus to depart; But thougli 1 have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale. Soon all my moital pow'rs must fail: O may my last expiring breath, His loving-kindness sing in death! 7 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day; And suig, with rapture and surprise, HYMN 102. L. M. 1 NOW in a song of grateful praise. To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise; With all his saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus hath done all things well. 2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess; His wisdom all his works exoress: 108 Rut O'his love, what tonpue can tell? My Jesus bath done all thing-s well. 3 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free Has beer bis love to sinful me! He pluck'd me as a brand from hell; My Jesus hath done all things well. 4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke bis laws, And v.:'t he undertook my cause; To save me thoug-h I did rebel: My Jesus hath done all thlng-s well. 5 And since my soul has known his love, "What mercies has he made me prove; Mercies which do all praise excel. My Jesus hath done all things well. 6 Whene'er my Saviour and my God, Has on me laid his g-entle rod, I know in all that has befel, My Jesus hath done all things well. 7 Though oft a fiery, flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart; With this I all his rage repel. My Jesus hath done all thing^s well. [8 Sometimes my Lord his face does hide, To make me pray, or kill my pride; Yet then it on my mind does dwell, My Jesus hath done all things well.] 9 Soon shall I pass the vale of death. And in his arms shall lose my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus hath done all things well. 109 10 And when to that bright world I rise. And join the anthems of the skies; Above the rest this note shall swell. My Jesus hath done all things well- HYMN 103. CM. 1 LET others labour to possess, A temporary fame: We cannot be content with less Than an immortal name. 2 Not such as mortals can bestow, On those whom they extol: The brightest honors here below, For us are far too small. 3 The honor we desire to have. From God alone descends: The honor that survives the grav6: That never, never ends. 4 For ever be his name ador*d. Who bids us hope for this! Eternal honor to our Lord, Who sav'd and made us his. 5 Our hope is now, that through his love, We shall at last arise; And from the springs of life above, Drink everlasting joys. HYMN 104. P. M. 1 FROM Egypt lately come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek our new, our better home. Where we our rest shall gain. Hallelujah! We are on our way to God. 110 2 To Canaan's sacred bound We haste with songs of joy; Where peace and hbertv are found. And sweets that never ch)v. Hallelujah! &c. 3 There sin and sorrow cease, And ev'ry conflict's o'er: There we shall dwell in endless peace, And never hunger more. Hallelujah, &c, 4 Th;-re, in celestial strains, Enraptur'd myriads sing; There love in ev'ry bosom reigns. For God himself is king. Hallelujah, &c. 5 We soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share; And sing the everlasting song. With all the ransom'd there. Hallelujah, &c. 6 How sweet the prospect is! It cheers the pilgrim's breast: We're journeying through the wilderness, But soon shall gain our rest- Hallelujah, &c. HYMN 105. C. M. 1 WE'RE bound for yonder land. Where Jesus reigns supreme: We leave the shore at his command; Forsaking all for him. 2 'Twere easy did we chuse, Again to reach the shore: Ill But this is what our souls refuse; We'll never touch it more. 3 We know the state of those Who stillcontii.ue there; And fly that we may shun ihe woes That else our port.on were. 4 The perils of the sea, The rocks, the waves, the wind, Are small, whatever they may be. To those we leave behind. 5 Nor have we cause to fear. The God who rules the sea. In evry danger will be near. And our protector be. 6 The Lord himsf^lf will keep His people safe from harm: Will hold the helm, and guide the ship With his almighty arm. 7 Then let the tempests roar; The billows heave and swell; We trust to reach the peaceful shofe, Where all the ransom'd dwell. 8 And when we gain the land, How happy shall we be? How shall we bless the mighty hand That led us through the sea? HYMN 106. P. M. 1 OF Jesus we'll sing; The Siiviourand King, Of all who on earth are redeem'iJ: 112 No name is so great; No name is so sweet; However b}' men disesteem'd. 2 How hig-h was l\is seat ? His glory how great ? When sitting on yonder bright throne- The object above. Of wonder and love; The object of worship alone. 3 But see from his place, In infinite grace, He comes and appears here below: He leaves all his store, And stoops to the poor: Submitting to want and to woe. 4 No love is like hisj Unequalld it is, By that of a mother or friend. What tongue cannot teach; What thought cannot reach: 'Tis love without measure or end. 5 To Jesus alone. Who sits on his throne, Be glory, dominion, and pow'r: To Jesus be giv'n. All honor in heav'n. By angels and sidnts evermore. HYMN 107. CM. 1 LIKE Bartimeus we are blind, E. wrapt in nature's night; The grossest darkness veils our mhid. For sin prevents the sight. 113 2 But lo! the Lord from heav*n is come. To open sinners eyes: To make his wondrous mercy known. And Ileal their maladies. 3 Come then, ye blind, and beg", and pray, And in the Lord believe; For who can tell ? perhaps to-day, You may your sight receive. 4 Jesus of Naz'reth passeth by. He is the sinners friend; Call on his nume, and wait and cry. He will your suit attend. 5 Should sinners say, "hold ye your peace, " Nor dare to make so free;'' The louder cry, and never cease, "Have mercy. Lord, on me." 6 Your worthless garments leave behind; Go to the Lord of light; Trust in his name, however blind. And he will give you sight. HYMN 108. P. M. 1 ENCOURAG'D by thy word Ot promise to ilie poor. Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy s door! No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine. Can help or pity wants like mine. The beggar's usual plea. Relief from men to gain, If offer d unto thee I know thou wouldst disdain; I 114 And those which move thy .e^racious ear, Are such as men would scoin to hear. 3 'Twere folly to pretend I never beg-g-'d before; Or, if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more; Tiiou often hast reiiev'd my pain. And often 1 must come again. 4 Nor can I willing be Thy bounty to conceal. From others who like me. Their wants and hunger feel: I'll tell them of thy mercy's store, And try to send a thousand more. HYMN 109. C. M. 1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess^ Thy goodness we adore; A sprir.g whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore! 2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest In every golden ray; Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day. 3 Thy bounty ev'ry season crowns. With all the bhss it yields; With joyful clusters loads the vines. With strength'nmg grain the fields. 4 But chiefly thy compassion. Lord, Is in the gospel seen; There, like a sun, thy mercy shines. Without a cloud between. 115 5 Pardon, acceptance, peace and joy, Through .lesu's name are gir'n, He on the cross was lifted hig-h, Tiiat we might reign in heav'n. HYMN 110. P. M. 1 DEPTH of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserv'd for me! Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners spare? I have long" withstood his i^race; Long provok'd hirp. to his face; Would not hearken to his calls; Griev'd him by a thousand falls. 2 I have spilt his precious blood, Trampled on the Son of God; Fill d with pangs unspeakable, I, who yet am not in hell ! Whence to me this waste of love? Ask my advocate above! See the cause in Jesu's face. Now before the throne of grace. 3 Lo! I camber still the ground: Lo! an advocate is found ! •• Hasten not to cut him down, *♦ Let this barren soul alone." Jesus speaks and pleads his blood 1 He disarms the wrath of God! Now my father's bowels move: Justice lingers into love- 4 Kindled his relentings are. Me he now deliirhts to spare: Cries, "How shall Lets the lifted Uiunder drop. 116 There for me the Saviour stands; Shews his wounds and spreads his hands! God is love! I know, I feel, Jesus weeps, and loves me still ! ^5 Jesus, answer from above: Is not all thy nature love? Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? Suffer me to kiss thy feet ? If I rig-htly read thy heart. If thou all compassion art. Bow thme ear, in mercy bow! Pardon, and accept me now. 6 Pity from thine eye let fall; By a look my soul recall; Now the stone to flesh convert: Cast a look, and break my heart. Now incline me to repent! Let me now my fall lament; Now, my soul, revolt deplore ! Weep, believe, and sin no more. HYMN 111. C. M. 1 LET us g-o forth, 'tis God commands; Let us make haste away. Offer to Christ our hearts and hands; We work for Christ to-day. 2 When he vouchsafes our hands to use, It makes the labour sweet; If any now to work refuse, Let not the sluggard eat. 3 Who would not do what God ordains, And promises to bless.' 117 "Wlio would not 'scape the toils and pains Of sinful idleness? 4 In vain to Christ the slothful pray. We have not learn 'd him so; No— for he calls himself the way, And work'd himself below. 5 Then let us in his footsteps tread. And gladly act our part; On earth employ our hands and head^ But give him all our heart. HYMN 112. P. M. 1 LAMB of God, whose bleeding love We thus recall to mind. Send the answer from above, And let us mercy find; Think on us, who think on thee. And every struggling soul release: O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. 2 By thine agonizing pain, And bloody sweat, we pray, By thy dying love to man. Take all our sins away; Burst our bonds, and set us free. From all iniquity release: O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. 3 Let thy blood, by faith applied, The sinner's pardon seal. Speak ns freely justified. And all our sickness heal: 118 By thy passion on the tree Let all our griefs and troubles cease; O remember Calvaiy, And bid us go in peace. 4 Never will we hence depart, Till thou our wants relieve; Write forgiveness on our heart. And all thine image give: StiJl our souls shall cry to thee Till perfected in holiness: O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace. HYMN 113. P. M. 1 YE tempted and try'd, to Jesus draw nigh. He suffer'd and dy'd your wants to supply; Trust him for salvation, you need not to grieve, There's no condemnation to them that be- lieve. 2 By day and by night his love is made known. It is his delight to succour his own; He will have compassion, then why should you grieve: There's no condemnation to them that be- lieve. 3 Though Satan will seek the sheep to annoy; The helpless and Weak he ne'er shall de- stroy; Christ is their salvation, and strength he will give, There's no condemnation to them that be- lieve. 119 TIYMN 114. L. M. 1 THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love. But there's a nobler resi above; To that our longing- souls aspire, >Vith cheerful hope and warm desire, 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sill, nor hell, shall reach the place; Nor groans shall mingle with the songs, M'hich 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 O long expected day, begin — Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fam would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. HYMN 115. C. M. 1 TO praise the ever bounteous Lord, My soul wake all thy powers: He calls, and at his voice come forth The smiling hai'vest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps; My tongue his goodness sing; Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring. 3 "Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop; With joy they bear the sheaves away^ And sow again in hope. -» 120 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow The seeds of rig-hteousness; Smile on my soul, and with thy beams The ripening harvest bless. 5 Then in the last great harvest, I Shall reap a glorious crop; The harvest shall by far exceed What I have sow'd in hope. HYMN 116. L M. 1 AS when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill. His heart revives, if *cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views By faith, his mansion in the skies; The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The thought of home his spirit cheers. No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any tuture trial fears. So he may safe arrive at last. 4 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus, in the realms of day: There I shall bid my cares farewell. And he shall wipe my tears away. 5 Jesus, on thee our hope depends. To lead us on to thine abode: Assur'd our home will make amends For all our toil while on the road, FINIS. INDEX To find the first line in each Jhjmr.. i waked by Sinai's awful sound, -^ Afflictions iJio' tht-y seem severe, - All hail the power of Jesu's name, Arise roy tender thoughts arise, Anoiher six days' work is done, - Awake my soul, in Joyful strains, - As M hen the weary traveller gains, - Berone unbelief, my Saviour is near, Burst ye emernid' gates and bring. Bright scenes of glory strike my sense, - By whom shall Jacob now arise, Behold a stranger at the door, Come my soul and let us try. Come ye that love the Lord indeed. Come and taste along \vitli me. Come all ye wear>- travellei-s, Don't you see my Jesus coming, - Dearest Jesus'though unseen, Depthof mercy can there be, - Enquire ye pilgrims for the way, - Endless praises, ... Encouraged by thy word, - - - 'arewell my dear brethren, the time Farewell dear friends, I must be gone. Page. 3 - 4 5 9 106 120 11 11 13 13 16 17 115 84 113 IxNDEX. From whence does this uu^in arise, From Egypt lately come, - G od is in this, and even' place, - Gracious Lord, my heart is fixed. How lost was my condition, - Hail sovereign love, that first began, Holy Jt'siis, lovely Lamb, - . - . Hasten O sintier, to be wise, - . - His vesunents of righteousness, Here long, I shall not stay, ... Hearts of stone, relent, relent, In the house of king David a fountain If life's pleasures charm thee, - If Jesus is ours, we have a sure friend, I've fou;id the peailof gieat«-st price, If o\n- vaifare be laborious, .Inspii'e our sou's, thou heiuenly Dove, • In the floods of tiibuiauon, In Sharon's lovely rose, . - . . Jesus, at thy command, - - . - , Jerusalem mj liappy home, - - - Jesu J I love tliy charming name, Jesus I know Jiath died for nie, ... Iift up your hearts, Immanuei's friends, ^ LaJer; with guilt, sinners arise. Lord if thy people suiter grief, - . . Let others labour to possess, - . . . I^i'.te Bartiir.eas we aie biind, - - , J.et us go forth, 'tis God commands, liamb of God. whose bleeding love, - , Mercy O thou son of David, - . - iMy times of sorrow, and of joy, My gracious Redeemer I iuve, . . Toothing btlt thy blood. O Jesus, ^^ iVow in a song of grateful praise, . O Jesus my Saviour, to thee I subinit, . O how i liave long'd fur the coming, &c, O give me Lord m> siiib to mourn, . . O when shall I see Jesus, O thou, in ^vhose pj-esence my soul ,&c. . O God, mv heart with love iuriame, . . « O Zicm afflicted, wiilj wave upon wave, INDEX. Oncp more tlie ilieti-ful sun's withdrawn, O Zion, wlirn I think on thec, O h.".d I ilu' wiiifjs (if a dove, . , O thon that lit-ait- st the jirayer of failli, Of J»sus we'll sinp, Pi-aiae the Saviour, ye who know him, Praise we him by whose kind favour, Sv»-eet rirers of redeeniintr love, Subjict i.f the King of heaven, . Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, . Saviour visit thy plantation, . Saw ye nty Saviour, .... Sinners the waniinj^ hear. Sweet the moments, rich in blessinp. There is a holy city, . . . . There is a land of pleasure, The wond'rous love of Jesus, . The Lonl*s into his p^rden come, Thouf^h in the outward ctiurch below. , Thy mercy my God, is the theme of, ike. "Tis my happiness below, . There is a heaven o'er yonder skies, . To Christ the Lord, lei every tongue. 'Tis relijjion that can f^ve, . Though eartli's wealth allure thee, , . Theaioniufif work is done, . . . Thef^spel comi>s Mith welcome news, Throucrh iha dark and silent hours, . There is a May .hat hads to death. The Son of n>Rn they did betray, 'I'hough sweet gliding Kedron by, » Thy gooilness Lo;-d, our souls confess, Thiiie earthly sabbaths Lerd we love, ^ To praise the ever bounteous Lord, . T ital spark of heavenly flame, . "IXfhfn Abraham's sej-vant to procure, T ▼ When languor nnd 4lis« ase, . Whither gocst thou pilgrim stranger, When faith prcsinr? the Saviour's depth, When we pass thro' yonder river, What i:; 'if. ' ■ti^ hut a vap<»ur, We'il spe«k of Christ, no matter who. Whence come ye weeping pilgrims, INDEX. We've no abiding; city here, . . . : . Uci >Ve are bound lor the Kingdom, , . . . no Ye cliiUlren of Zion who're aiming for glory, • 70 Ye dying sons of men, . . * . . 75 Your harps ye trembling sainH, . • ... 78 Ye tempted and tried to Jesus, . . . , 118 To find the. Suhjecis. — QO^— Af nietions arrest the proilie^l, and made the instru- ment of conviction, 4 Acqnieseuce in the disotiisations of providence 40 Allurements of eartli resisted, 79 Anxious cnres for to hkhtow repressed, 80 Arms of mercy, loosinc: the chains that bound the sinner, 83 Adoring the p^ooduess of God. 114 Blind Baitimeus, 39 RInod and ripfhteo^isness of Christ our refuge, 101 niood bou^^^ht pardon, dissolves a heart of stone, 101 Beggar, waiting at mercy's door, 113 Crowning Jesus I-ord of all, 5 Compassionate iMiwels yearning over dying men 6 Confidence in God, under sore connicts, 7 Christmas morning. 16 Christian not asham'd of Jesus, 35 Cliristian soldier, 43 Christians triumph over trouble, Satan, and death, 54 Christians made happy by a revival. 64 Christ the Christian's theme, 89 Cnicifixion of Christ, 97 Christian Pilgiim viewing his mansion, &c. 120 D escription of Christ, 45, 56 F' xtatic joys fi-om a view of heaven, 8, 9 f Encoiinigivment to walk the narrow road, 11 Kndless praises to our Lord, 8* SUBJECTS. F.vcninp Hymn, gO, 91 Enquiring- pi Igiim's for Zion's hilJ, ' 20 Einjilojiujj our hands and heads on earth, but giving to Christ our hcaiis. 116 Faith and unbelief altemately prevailing 11 Fooilgrin»'s consolation, i 3 Weary ti-avcUers praising Christ, 18 Woiurrous love of Jesus, 63 AVIieat and 'lai-es, 66 "Way to heaven difficult, 69 Wings of a Dovejto mix witli tlie spirits abo^ c, Way to death, 95 "Way to joys alx)ve, iO. Zion enconraged and comforted, 51 Zion's chiUlren aiming for glorj', 71 Zion our abiding City, 96 FINIS. « -JS