F46.I03 G4I33 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Calvin College http://www.archive.org/details/hymnsforsocialmeOOgill *1 HY^hNS .-,.„„ * JUL 17 1936 SOCIAL MEETINGS; FELE'lED RV A. D. GILLETTE THILADE'.PHIA : UDEL10 BUCKINGHAM OBAHAM, rCBLlSHEH, 1842. TO ALL THOSE WHO LOVE SOCIAL MEETINGS, THESE HYMNS ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, BT THE COMPILER. Kikg £c Baird, Trinters, No. 9, George street. PREFACE. Two years since, many of the flock of which I trust the Holy Ghost has made me overseer, expressed a concerted wish that I would collect and publish the " good old hymns" which were scattered throughout many books, but not all contained in any one. I resolved to comply with their wishes, but I progressed so slowly that the patience of my petitioners was ex- hausted, and early this year the request was again made by some hundreds. What could I do ? — T made a book, and I offer it to the pub- lic, certain that it contains more rare Hymns, adapted to social worship, than any one now in use. If some are not all pure poetry in com- IV PREFACE. position, they can " the soul of music shed," and whenever sung, will awaken in many hearts the embalmed recollections of earliest minstrelsy. Some of these songs were sung by the pious mothers who rocked the cradles of our country's most honored names. They were almost the only " Psalmody" used by the cros^-bearing founders of our oldest Ame- rican Churches. Instead of regretting the publicity we now give to many of these songs, our only regret on the subject is, that we have not found more of the same class, and that our own hearts do not more joyfully vibrate to the strains they breathe. Philadelphia. PRAISE 1 L. M. — A. D. Gillette. 1 FATHER in Heaven! these courts attend, Thy spirit to this meeting send ; May all our hearts and all our tongues, Adore Thee in our solemn songs. 2 We bless Thy pure, Thy matchless love That condescends so oft to prove Thy presence, and thine influence, where Thy children meet for praise and prayer. 3 We're met in thy blest name, O Lord, To speak and hear thy holy word— O ! may its power and influence show, What all should most desire to know. 4 Show how on Christ, our sins and all Our hopes of pard'ning grace must fall — How his atoning, cleansing blood Prepares us for thy high abode, PRAISE. H. M. — STEyyETT. 1 COME, every pious heart That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame : Tell all above, and all below, The debt of love to him you owe. 2 Such was his zeal for God, And such his love for you, He nobly undertook What Gabriel could not do : His every deed of love and grace All words exceed, and thoughts surpass. 3 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside ; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died ; What he endur'd, O who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell ! 4 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes In glorious triumphs led : Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 5 From thence he'll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, PRAISK. And bear our spirits home, To realms of endless day : There shall we see his lovely face, And ever be in his embrace. g, M. DoDDRinGE. NOW let our voices join To form a sacred song ; Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, With music pass along. How straight the path appears, How open and how fair ! No lurking sins t' entrap our feet; No fierce destroyer there. But flowers of paradise In rich profusion spring ; The Sun of Glorv gilds the path, And dear companions sing. See Salem's golden spires In beauteous prospect rise ; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies. All honor to his name, Who marks the shining way ! To Him who leads the wanderers on To realms of endless day ! PRAISE. 4 S. M. 1 AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rising pow'r ; Sing how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore. 2 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; Sing on rejoicing, ev'ry day, In Christ, th' exalted King. Soon shall your raptur'd tongue His endless praise proclaim ; And sweeter voices raise the song Of Moses and the Lamb. 5 P. M. — Newtox. 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see; Gay visions, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness with me; The midsummer's sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay ; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May, PRAISE. 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice : I should, were he always so nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign'd ; No changes of season or place, Would make any change in my mind : While bless'd with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song ; Say, why do I languish and pine, x\nd why are my winters so long 1 O drive these dark clouds from my sky, Thy soul cheering presence restore; Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. L. M.— Watts. 6 L. M.— Watts. ] SWEET is the work, my God, my King To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing 10 PRAISE. To show thy love by morning-light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast : O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound : 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desir'd or wish'd below ; And every pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. K 7's. — Ceiouck. 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. Ye are travelling home to God In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 2 O ye banish'd seed, be glad ! Christ our Advocate is made ; PRAISE. Us to save, our flesh assumes, — Brother to our souls becomes. Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; There your seat is now prepar'd, — There your kingdom and reward. Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Christ, your Father's darling Son, Bids you undismay'd goon. Lord ! submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee ! S. M. COME, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works and not our own ; He form'd us by his word. 1 1 12 PRAISE. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 9 L. M. 1 COME, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise ; God is a sovereign King ; rehearse His honors in exalted verse. 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word ; He is our shepherd ; we the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey ; Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates. 10 8. M. 1 WHEN overwhelm 'd with grief My heart within me dies, Helpless and far from all relief, To heaven I lift my eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head, FRAISK. 13 And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide ; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. i Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name : If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same. 11 P. M. — Heber. 1 HAIL the blest morn! when the great mediator, Down from the regions of glory descends ! Shepherds go worship the babe in the manger, Lo! for your guide the bright Angel attends. CHORUS. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning : Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 ( 'old on his cradle the dew drops are shining. Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him in slumbers reclining, Maker and monarch, and Saviour of all. 11 PRAISE. 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion Odors of Eden, and off 'rings divine; Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine 1 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favor secure, Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Low at his feet we in humble prostration Lose all our sorrow, and trouble and strife, There we receive his divine consolation Flowing afresh from the fountain of Life. 6 He is our friend in the midst of temptation, Faithful supporter whose love cannot fail, Rock of our refuge and Hope of Salvation, Guide to direct us thro' death's gloomy vale. 12 S. M. 1 HOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill; Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal ! How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are ; "Zion, behold thy Saviour King, "He reigns and triumphs here." PRAISE. 15 2 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'enly light; Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But died without the sight. 3. The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. 13 C M. 1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him — Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him — Lord of all. 3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; 16 Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him — Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him — Lord of all. 14 L. M. 1 AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing the great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me : His loving-kindness, Oh, how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate ; His loving-kindness, Oh, how great ! 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along : His loving-kindness, Oh, how strong. 4 Soon shall 1 pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; Oh ! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. 17 SUPPLICATION 15 L. M. — A. D. Gillette. 1 NEAR to thy throne of grace, Lord, A suppliant prodigal I come, My soul, all sinful and subdued, Wculd find in mercy's arms a home. 2 My guilt I mourn, my crimes confess, And from my wandering ways return- Pardon me, Jesus, nor do less Than make thy love within me burn. 3 I've sought the world's gay visions o'er, Its pleasures drank, its phantoms weigh'd, Unblessed, I knock at Heaven's door, Nor shall I, can I be denied 1 1 Redeeming goodness answers, no ! I read it in that thorny crown By him endured, who loved me so That for my life he gave his own. 5 Kind Saviour, let thy flowing blood Each plague-spot from my soul remove, And bind me to the throne of God, A captive in the chain» of love. 2 18 SUPPLICATION. 16 7s. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, "While the tempest still is high ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last ! *t Other refuge have I none, Lo ! I helpless, hang on thee : Leave, Oh leave me not alone, Lest I basely shrink and flee : Thou art all my trust and aid, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With "the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; Boundless love in thee I find ; Raise the feeble, cheer the faint, Heal the sick and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name. I am all unrighteousness ; Vile and full of sin I am : Thou art full of truth and grace. SUPPLICATION. 19 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin : Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Reign, O Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity. P. M. SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. Lord revive us : All our help must come from thee. Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest for want of thy assistance, Every plant should droop and die. Lord revive us, &c. Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs ; Let each one esteemed thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. Break the tempter's fatal pow'r, Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 20 SUPPLICATION. And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. IS P. M. 1 COME, thou soul transforming Spirit, Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each heart thy grace inherit, Raise the weak, the hungry feed — From the gospel Now supply thy people's need. 2 O may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's design'd to give ; Let us, all thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive — And forever To thy praise and glory live ! 19 P. M. 1 COME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise the mount, I'm fix'd upon it, i Mount of thy Redeeming love ! SUPPLICATION. 2 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! Let thy goodness like a fetter Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, ! take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above. 20 P. M. 1 GUTDE me, thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy pow'rful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open, TiOrd, thy chrystal fountain, Whence the healing waters flow, Let thy fiery, cloudy pillar Lead us all our journey through. Strong deliv'rer, Be thou still our strength and shield. ,-J When we tread the verge of Jordan, Bid our anxious fears subside ; Foe to death, and hell's destruction, Land us safe on Canaan's side, Songs of praises, We will ever give to thee. 21 22 SUPPLICATION, 21 7s. — Hammond. 1 LORD we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow, O do not our suit disdain ! Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain 1 2 Lord on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend, Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay ; Lord we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford, Let thy spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return; Those who are cast down, lift up ; Make them strong in faith and hope. 6 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Heal the sick, the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in thee. SUPPLICATION. 23 22 P. M. 1 " MERCY, O ! thou son of David," Thus the blind Bartimeus cried " Others by thy grace are paved, "O ! vouchsafe to me thine aid." For his crying many chid him, But he cried the louder still, Till his gracious Saviour bade him, "Come and ask me what you will." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us'd to live ; Yet he ask'd and Jesus granted Alms that none but He can give. "Lord remove this grievous blindness, u Let mine eyes behold the day." Straight he saw, and won by kindnes*, Follow'd Jesus in the way. 3 Now methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around ; " Friends, is not my case amazing, "What a Saviour I have found; " O ! that all the blind but knew him, "Or would be advis'd by me ; " Sure if they would come unto him, " He would cause them all to see." 24 SUPPLICATION. 23 L. M.— Watts. 1 SHOW pity, Lord, Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live : Are not thy mercies large and free 1 May not a sinner trust in thee 1 2 My crimes tho' great, do not surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace : Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. SUPPLICATION. 25 24 L. M. 1 O THAT my load of sin were gone, O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay me down, ! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find ; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; 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 with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 I would ; but thou must give the power ; My heart from every sin release ; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; Appear in my poor heart, appear ; My God, my Saviour, come away ! 2 6 SUPPLICATION. 25 C. M. 1 COME, thou Celestial Helper ! come, With energy divine, Ease, of its heavy load of guilt, This troubled heart of mine. 2 Vouchsafe, in answer to my prayer, Thy visits to renew — Increase my faith, dispel my fear, Oh,^guard and save me too. 26 L. M. 1 STAY, Thou insulted Spirit— stay ! Though I have done thee such despite, Cast not a sinner quite away, Nor take thy everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received — Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. Yet, oh ! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest, — Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release : Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; SUPPLICATION. 27 Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. 27 L. M.— Watts. 1 OF all the joys we mortals know, Jesus thy love exceeds the rest : Love, the best blessing here below, — The nearest image of the blest. 2 While we are held in thy embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove ; Each smile upon thy beauteous face Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 4 While of thy absence we complain, And long or weep in all we do, There's a strange pleasure in the pain : And tears have their own sweetness too. 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, Or ask. the watchman of the night For some kind tidings of our Love, Thy very name creates delight. 28 C - M - — Watts. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 26 SUPPLICATION. 2 Look how we grovel here below. Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs.. In vain we strive to rise, — Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ] Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great 1 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers,— Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 29 8 & 7s. — Robinsox. 1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays : Streams of mercy, never ceasing Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teaeh me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. SUPPLICATION. 29 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God — Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life, thus far, I'm come : Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to ray heavenly home. 30 c. M. 1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal — Thy word can bring a sweet relief, For ev'ry pain I feel. 3 But 0, 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 1 Thou art my only trust, And still my soul will cling to thee, Tho' prostrate in the dust. 30 SUPPLICATION. 5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face 1 And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of sov'reign grace Be deaf when I complain 1 6 Thy mercy-seat is open still, Here let my soul repair, With humble hope and broken will, To breathe my sorrows there. 31 L, M.— -Cowpeh. 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet In coming to the mercy -seat ! Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there 1 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight — Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright, And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Have you no words 1 — ah, think again : Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. INVITATION. 31 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent, Your cheerful songs would oftener be, ' Hear what the Lord has done for me!' 32 C. M. 1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the throne above, And smile to see our Father there, Upon a throne of love. 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath And shot devouring flame : Our God appear'd consuming fire And vengeance was his name. 4 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, That calm'd his frowning face, That sprinkled o'er the burning throne, And turned the wrath to grace. 3 Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord — No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double flaming sword. 4 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son — High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne. 32 INVITATION. 3 S. M.— A. D. Gillette. NOW is th' accepted time, This is salvation's day, Jesus proclaims, " my blood divine Cleanses all sin away." Now is th' accepted time, When whoso will may come ; O list ye to the spirit's voice, While mercy says there's room. Now is th' accepted time, Jehovah's laws obey ; To-morrow may not be thine own- Come, sinner, come to-day. I yield, O Lord, I yield, And bless thee for thy call : May I in future say and feel Thou art my all in all. .NVITATIO.N. 33 P. M. YE dying sons of men, Immerg'd in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you ; Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus arms there yet is room. No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame ; He bids you come to-day, Tho' poor, and blind, and lame. All things are ready, sinners, come ! Forev'ry yielding soul there's room. Gompell'd by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring souls draw near ; Christ calls you from above, His charming accents hear. Let whosoever will, now come. In mercy's arms there yet is room. C. M. INQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way That leads to Zion's hill, And thither set your steady face, With a determined will. 3 34 INVITATION. 2 Invite the strangers all around Your pious march to join ; And spread the sentiments you feel, Of faith and love divine. 3 O come, and to his temple haste, And seek his favor there ; Before his footstool humbly bow, And pour your fervent prayer ! 4 O come, and join your souls to God, In everlasting bands ; Accept the blessings he bestows, With thankful hearts and hands. 36 7s. 1 SINNERS, turn— why will ye die ? God, your Maker asks you why : God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live. 2 Sinners, turn — why will ye die ] God, your Savior, asks you why : He, who did your souls retrieve, He who died, that ye might live. 3 Will you let him die in vain 1 Crucify your Lord again 1 Why — ye ransomed sinners — why Will ye slight his grace, and die ? INVITATION. 35 i oinners, turn — why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why : He who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love ; — 5 Will ye not his grace receive] Will ye still refuse to live ? Oh ! ye dying sinners, why — Why will ye forever die 1 37 7s. 1 SOVEREIGN grace has power alone To subdue a heart of stone ; And the moment grace is felt, Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucified, Two transgressors with him died ; One, with vile, blasphemous tongue, Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung. 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, In the very arms of death ; Perish'd, as too many do, With the Savior in his view. 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, Saw the danger of his case, Faith received to own the Lord, Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 36 INVITATION. 5 " Lord," he pray'd, " remember me, When in thy glory thou shalt be :" « Soon with me," the Lord replies, " Thou shalt rest in paradise." 3S L. M.— Watts. 1 SINNER, O why so thoughtless grown 1 Why in such dreadful haste to die? — Daring to leap to worlds unknown, — Heedless against thy God to fly 1 2 Stay, sinner ! on the gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains, Forever telling, yet untold. 39 l 2s - 1 THE voice of free grace Cries, escape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race, Christ has open'd a fountain, For sin and transgression, And every pollution, The blood it flows freely In streams of salvation. CHOKUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who hath purchased our pardon, INVITATION. 37 We'll praise him again, When we pass over Jordan. This fountain so clear, In which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side flows In plenteous redemption : Though your sins they were raised As high as a mountain, The blood it flows freely From Jesus the fountain. O Jesus ! ride on, Thy kingdom is glorious, Over sin, death and hell Thou wilt make us victorious, Thy name shall be praised In the great congregation, And saints shall delight In ascribing salvation. When on Zion we stand, Having gain'd the blest shore, With our harps in our hands We'll praise him evermore, We will range the bless'd fields On the banks of the river, And sing Hallelujahs Forever and ever. Hallelujah, &c, 38 INVITATION. 40 7 & 6. 1 SINNER, hath a voice within Oft whisper'd to thy soul, Bid thee leave the ways of sin, And yield to God's control 1 2 Hath it met thee in the path, Of earthly vanity, Pointed to the coming wrath, And warn'd thee now to flee 1 3 Sinner, 'twas a heavenly voice, The Spirit's gracious call, Bade thee make a better choice, And seek in Christ thine all. 4 Hear the call to life and light, Regard the warning kind : If that call thou always slight, Thou mercy ne'er shalt find. 5 Soon thy season will be o'er, The Spirit cease to strive, Thy slumbers he will break no more- His love then do not grieve. 6 Sinner, should this very day Thy last of mercy be ! Shouldst thou grieve him now away, Hope ne'er may beam on thee. INVITATION. 39 41 C. M— Steele. 1 THE Saviour calls— let every ear Attend the heavenly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow — And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal wo. 3 Ye sinners, come — 'tis mercy's voice, That gracious voice obey — 'T is Jesus calls you to rejoice, And can you yet delay ? 42 8 & 7s. 1 'COME'— 'tis Jesus invitation— Now to mourning souls addressed, — Why, O why such hesitation, Mourners, he will give you rest. 2 Do ye fear your own unfitness, Burdened as ye are with sin 1 'T is the Holy Spirit's witness, Christ invites you, — enter in. 3 Stay not pondering on your sorrow, Turn from your own self away, 40 INVITATION. Dare not linger till to-morrow, — Come to Christ, without delay. 4 He will give — we ne'er can merit- Perfect peace and heavenly rest ; What a treasure we inherit ! How are contrite sinners blest ! 5 Jesus, with thy word complying, Firm our faith and hope shall be : On thy faithfulness relying, We will cast our souls on thee. 43 7s. 1 SINNER ! rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake — and o'er thy folly weep : Raise thy spirit, dark and dead, Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Leave thy folly — cease from crime, From this hour redeem thy time, — Life secure, without delay, Evil is thy mortal day. 3 Oh ! then, rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake ! and o'er thy folly weep, — Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light. INVITATION. 41 44 L. M.— ITebxh. J YE whose young cheeks are fair and bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light, Ah, fools, why stand ye idle here ? 2 O, as the griefs ye would assuage That wait on life's declining year, Secure a blessing for your age, And work your Maker's business here. 3 And ye, whose locks of scanty gray Foretell your latest travail near, How swiftly fades your worthless day, And stand ye yet so idle here 1 4 One hour remains, there is but one, But many a shriek and many a tear Through endless years the guilt must moan, Of moments lost and wasted here. 5 O Thou, by all thy works adored, To whom the sinner's soul is dear, Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord, And grant us grace to please thee here. 42 INVITATION. 45 8 & 7. 1 HUMBLE souls who seek salvation Through the Lamb's redeeming blood Hear the voice of Revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod : Flee to him, your only Savior, In his mighty name confide — In the whole of your behavior Own him as your sovereign guide. 2 Hear the bless'd Redeemer call you, Listen to his gracious voice, Dread no ills that can befall you, While }^ou make his ways your choice, Jesus says, " Let each believer Be baptized in my name," He himself, in Jordan's river, Was immersed beneath the stream. 3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him without delay, Gladly his command embracing, Lo ! your Captain leads the way, — View the rite with understanding, Jesus' grave before you lies, Be interred at his commanding, After his example rise. INVITATION. 43 46 C. M.— COLLYEH. 1 RETURN, wanderer— now return ! And seek thy Father's face ! Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace. 2 Return, O wanderer — now return ! He hears thy humble sigh — He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, wanderer — now return ! Thy Savior bids thee live, Go to his feet — and grateful learn How freely he '11 forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer — now return ! And wipe the falling tear, — Thy Father calls — no longer mourn ! 'Tis love invites thee near. 4? L. M. 1 TO-DAY, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice — Say, will you be foreverblest, And with the glorious Jesus rest ? 2 Will you be saved from guilt and pain 1 Will you with Christ forever reign 1 44 INVITATION. Say, will you to mount Zion go] Say, will you have this Christ or no 1 3 Come, blooming youth, for ruin bound, Obey the gospel's joyful sound — Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joys of Christ's redeeming love. 4 Behold, he's waiting at your door ! ., Make now your choice — O, halt no more- Say, sinner, say, what will you do ? Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 5 Your sports and all your glittering toys, Compared to our celestial joys, Like momentary dreams appear, — Come, go with us — your souls are dear. 6 Why rush in carnal pleasures on 1 Why madly plunge in sorrow down 1 Say, without Christ what can you do? Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 7 O, must we bid you all farewell, We bound to heaven and you to hell ] Still God may hear us while we pray, And change you ere that burning day. 8 Once more we ask you in his name, We know his love remains the same, — Say, will you to mount Zion go ? Say, will you have this Christ or no 1 INVITATION. 45 4S 8, 7, 4, 1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above 1 Every sentence — O, how tender ! Every line is full of love. Listen to it — Every line is fall of love, 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, News from Zion's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner — " Pardon, Free forgiveness in his name V How important ! Free forgiveness in his name ! 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor, Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, And with news of consolation Chase away the falling tears. Tender heralds — Chase away the falling tears. 4 Who hath our report believed ? Who received the joyful word T Who embraced the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord ? Can you slight it — Offer'd to you by the Lord ! 46 INVITATION. 49 8, 7 & 4s.— Reed. 1 HEAR, O sinner ! — mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls, Bids you haste to seek the Savior, Ere the hand of justice falls, — Hear, O sinner ! — 'T is the voice of mercy calls. 2 See ! the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread, Hark ! the awful thunders rolling Loud, and louder o'er your head, — Turn, O sinner ! — Lest the lightnings strike you dead. 3 Haste ! O sinner ! to the Savior, Seek his mercy while you may, Soon the day of grace is over, Soon your life will pass away. Haste, O sinner ! — You must perish — if you stay. Come now, sinner ! Jesus calls you — come to-day. 47 AWAKENING AND ALARMING. »0 C. M.— A. D. Gillette. L SINNER ! thy vain pursuits forbear, For lo ! thy end is nigh ; Death, at the farthest, is not far, — To-morrow thou may'st die. 2 Sinner ! thou hast a soul to save, Whose worth no tongue can tell ; 'T will die not in the lonely grave, 'T will live, in heaven or hell. 3 This life is not thy only care, This world, thy only home ; Thy Saviour has a mansion, where With joy he'll see thee come. 4 But oh ! should'st thou his calls abuse, Fearful will be thy doom; The soul that doth his love refuse, Will mourn beyond the tomb. 51 L. M. — Heber. 1 THE Lord will come, but not the same As once in lowly form he came, 48 AWAKENING AND A silent lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 2 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, With wrath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind. 3 Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway ; By power oppressed and mocked with pride 1 O God, is this the crucified ] 4 Go, sinners, to the rocks complain, Go, seek the mountains cleft in vain ; But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy — the Lord is come. 52 C. M.— Doddridge. 1 YE hearts with youthful vigor warm, In smiling crowds draw near, And turn from every mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear. 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, Stoops to converse with you ; And lays his radiant glories by, Your friendship to pursue. 3 'The soul that longs to see my face 1 Is sure my love to gain : ALARMING. 49 And those that early seek my grace, 1 Shall never seek in vain.' 23 C. M.— E. Joxes. 1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve : 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose ; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess, I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, Whose sceptre pardon gives, Perhaps he may command my touch, And then the suppliant lives. 5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer, But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 6 " I can but perish if I go, I am resolved to try ; 4 50 AWAKENING AND For if I stay away, I know I must forever die." 54 C. M.— A. D. G11.1.ETTE. 1 ON this life's crumbling verge I stand, And know I soon must die, To rise and dwell at God's right hand Or low in sorrow lie, 2 With happy spirits round the throne To sing in seraph strains, His praise, who, though to glory gone, Still cares for all our pains. 3 Or, down in dark and gloomy caves In anguish to descend, Where no cool wave the parch'd lip laves, And sorrow has no end. 4 O, Saviour ! every doubt remove, From error make me free. — I long to know thy pard'ning love, I long to be with thee ! 55 8 > ' 7 > 4 - 1 SEE the eternal Judge descending, Seated on his Father's throne,— Now, poor sinner, Christ shall show thee He is the eternal Son. Trumpets call thee— Come to hear thy awful doom. ALARMIMi. 51 2 Hear the sinner thus lamenting At the thoughts of future pain, Cries and tears he now is venting, But he cries and weeps in vain — Greatly mourning That he ne'er was born again. 3 " Yonder stands the glorious Saviour, With the marks of dying love, O, that I had sought his favor When I felt his Spirit move. Doomed justly, For I have against him strove. 4 "All his warnings I have slighted, While he daily sought my soul, If some vows to him I plighted, Yet for sin I broke the whole. Golden moments ! How neglected did they roll ! 5 "Yonder stand my godly neighbors Who were once despised by me • They are clothed in dazzling splendor Waiting my sad fate to see. Farewell, neighbors ! — Dismal gulf! I'm bound for thee." 6 Now, despisers, look and wonder : Hope and sinners here must part. 52 AWAKENING AND Louder than the peal of thunder, Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart. Lost forever- How it breaks the sinner's heart ! pr^» C. P. M. — OCKTJM. 1 AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go : Eternal truth did loud proclaim, " The sinner must be born again, Or sink to endless wo." 2 When to the law I trembling fled, It pour'd its curses on my head— I no relief could find ; This fearful truth increas'd my pain, " The sinner must be born again," And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul,— A vast, oppressive load ; Alas, I read, and saw it plain, « The sinner must be bom agam, Or drink the wrath of God. 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell How Jesus conquer'd Death and Hell, And broke the fowler's snare : ALARMING. 53 Yet when I found this truth remain, " The sinner must be born again," I sunk in deep despair. 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, The gracious Savior pass'd this way, And felt his pity move ; The sinner, by his justice slain, Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love. 57 a M. 1 MY sorrows like a flood, Impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, O ! my God, Pour out a long complaint. 2 This impious heart of mine, Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to sin, In presence of thy sword. 3 How often have I stood, A rebel to the skies, And yet, and yet, O ! matchless grace ! Thy thunder silent lies. 4 O ! shall I never feel The meltings of thy love, Without thy spirit deign to seal My hopes with thee above 1 54 AWAKENING AND 5 O'ercome by dying love, Here at thy cross I lie, And throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and. die. 58 L. M. 1 COME sinners to the gospel feast, Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest ; There needs not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call — The invitation is to all : Come all the world, come sinner, thou, All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come all ye souls by sin opprest, Ye weary wand rers after rest : Ye poor and maim'd, and halt and blind In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message as from God receive ; You all may come to Christ and live. O ! let his love your souls constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. 5 His love is mighty to compel, His conq'ring love consent to feel ; Yield to his love's resistless pow'r And Jight against your God no more. ALARMING. 55 f) See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice ; His offer'd benefits embrace, And freely now be sav'd by grace. 7 This is the time, no more delay, The invitation is to-day ; Come in this moment at his call, And live for him ivho died for all. 59 C. M. DODDIUDGE. 1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay ; The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God O'erlooks the crimes of men; His heralds aredespatch'd abroad To warn the world of sin, 3 Together in his presence bow, And all your guilt confess : Accept the offer'd Saviour now, Nor trifle with his grace. 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, And calls you to his bar, For mercy knows th' appointed bound, And turns to vengeance there. 56 C ONTRITION gO L - M.— A. D. Gillette. 1 JESUS, I own how vile I've been, I've spurned thy cross, and loved my sin ; Rashly I've sail'd the sensual tide, Thy wrath, and all thy love defied. 2 Of Heaven I heard, I knew of hell ; In one I must forever dwell ; I saw the Saviour's dying love, But nought my stubborn heart could move. 3 For this vain world was still my choice, Though conscience oft would raise her voice To warn me from the thorny road That led me from thy high abode. 4 Now I repent my sins, and mourn ; O help me, Savior ! to return, Grant me among thy saints a place, Where I may feel and sing thy grace ! 61 C. M.— Cowper. 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; CONTRITION. 57 And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; O may I there, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away ! 3 Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never loose its power, Till all the ransom'd church of God Be sav'd to sin no more. 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue, Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. 62 a M - 1 GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound ! Harmonious 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 ; 58 CONTRITION. And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road : And new supplies, each hour, I meet While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stone. And well deserves the praise. 63 c - M - 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb 1 And shall I fear to own his cause, — Or blush to speak his name 1 2 Must I be carried to the skies, On flowery beds of ease ; While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas 1 3 Are there no foes fdr me to face, Must I not stem the flood 1 Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help me on to God 1 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign : Increase my courage, Lord ! CONTRITION. 59 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die : They see the triumph from afar, And shout, the vict'ry nigh ! 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of honor through the skies, The glory shall be thine. 64 L. M. 1 HAIL sov'reign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man ! Hail ! matchless, free eternal grace, That gave my soul an hiding-place. 2 Against the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high ; Despis'd his rich abounding grace, Too proud to seek an hiding-place. 3 Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without an hiding-place. 4 But thus th' eternal counsel ran, "Almighty love arrest that man ;" 00 CONTRITION. 1 felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding-place. 5 Indignant justice stood in view, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ; But justice cry'd with frowning face, "This mountain is no hiding-place" 6 Ere long a heavenly voice I heard, And mercy's angel-form appear'd ; She led me on with gentle pace, To Jesus as my hiding-place, 7 On him Almighty vengeance fell, That must have sunk a world to hell : He bore it for the human race : And thus became a hiding-place. 8 Should storms of thund'ring vengeance roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole, No flaming bolt shall daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding-place. 9 A few more rolling suns at most i Will land me safe on Canaan's coast ; Where I shall sing the song of grace, And see my glorious hiding-place, 65 o. M. 1 SALVATION ! O, the joyful sound ! 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; CONTRITION. 01 A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears, 9 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, "While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 66 C. M— Newton. 1 SWEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd His praises tun'd my tongue ; And, when the evening shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles The world no more could charm ; I liv'd upon my Savior's smiles, And lean'd upon his arm. 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine ; 62 CONTRITION. And, when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. en s. m. 1 UNTO thine altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring ; And wilt thou graciously accept Of such a worthless thing ! 2 To Christ the bleeding Lamb, My faith directs its eyes ; Thou may'st reject that worthless thing, But not his sacrifice. 3 When he gave up the ghost, The law was satisfied ; And now to its most rigorous claims, Answer, « Jesus died.' 68 C. M. 1 WHY, O, my soul, why weepest thou ? Tell me from whence arise Those filling tears, that sadly flow, Those groans that pierce the skies. 2 Is sin the cause of thy complaint, Or the chastising rod ? Dost thou an evil heart lament, And mourn an absent God ? CONTRITION. 63 3 Lord, let me weep for nought but sin ! And after none but thee ! And then I would — O, that I might ! — A constant weeper be 1 69 S. M.— Watts. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from the place ! Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less.] 'A The heirs of grace have found Glory begun below, Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow 4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields. Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 64 CONTRITION. 70 8 > 7 - 1 ONCE with Adam's race in ruin Unconcern'd in sin I lay ; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Saviour pass'd my way. 2 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace ; Love I much? I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace. 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthron'd above : "Whilst astonish'd, I admire, God's free grace and boundless love. 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness ; Love I much 1 I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace. ;•■ 05 R E S I G X A T I O X ll L. M. — Cknnick. § I JESUS, my all, to heav'n 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. This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not, My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not sav'd from sin. The more I strove against its pow'r, I felt its Weight and guilt the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, Come hither, soul, "I am the icuy." Lo ! glad I come, and thou blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, whose I am : Nothing but self have I to give. Nothing but love shall I receive. 66 RESIGNATION. 6 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." »y2 L. M. 1 O, HOW happy are they Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above !- Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love ! — 2 That sweet comfort was mine When the favor divine I had found in the blood of the Lamb. When at first I believ'd, What true joy I receiv'd ! What a heaven in Jesus' name ! 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know ; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus, all the diy long, Was my joy and my song : O that all his salvation might see ! Obsignation. 67 He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died To redeem such a rebel as me \ 5 O, the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood \ Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, As if fili'd with the fullness of God. 73 P. M., 5 lines 8s. 1 COME paints and sinners, hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel ; Who saved me from a burning hell, And brought my soul with him to dwell, And gave me heav'nly union. 2 When Jesus saw me from on high, Beheld my soul in ruin lie, He look'd on me with pitying eye, And said to me as he pass'd by, With God you have no union. 3 Then I began to w r eep and cry, I look'd this way and that to fly, It griev'd me sore that I must die, I sought salvation free to buy, But still I found no union. 4 But when I hated all my sin, My dear Redeemer took me in, 66 RESIGNATION. And with his blood he wash'd me clean And, O ! what seasons I have seen, E'er since I saw this union. 5 I prais'd the Lord both night and day, I went from house to house to pray, And if I met one on the way. 1 always something found to say About this heav'nly union. 6 Almighty God, teach heart and tongue To thee to raise a grateful song ; All praises to thy name belong : Let Zion sing, thy kingdom come, And fill the world with union. 74 c. m. 1 JESUS ! thou art the sinner's Friend, As such I look to thee ; Now in the bowels of thy love, O, Lord ! remember me. 2 Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary ; Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me. 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, O, Lord ! remember me. RESIGNATION. 69 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, Yet thy salvation's free ; Then, in thy all-abounding grace, O, Lord ! remember me. 5 Ho've'er forsaken or distress'd, Howe'er oppress'd I be, Howe'er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me. 6 And when I close my eyes in death, And creature helps all flee, Then, O my great Redeemer; God ! I pray, remember me. »75 CM. — Hf.bbf.kt. 1 SWEET Day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bridal of earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou, alas, must die. 2 Sweet Rose ! in air whose odors wave, And color charms the eye ! Thy root is even in its grave, And thou, alas, must die. 3 Sweet Spring ! of days and roses made, Whose charms for beauty vie ; Thy days depart, thy roses fade, Thou too, alas, must die. 70 RESIGNATION. 4 Only a sweet and holy soul Hath tints that never fly ; While flowers decay, and seasons roll, This lives, and cannot die. 76 S. M.— Dwight. 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The church our bless'd Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church, O God ; Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. RESIGNATION. 71 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. •yy L. M. — Watts. 1 WHAT sinners value, I resign ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; I shall behold thy blissful face,, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life 's a dream — an empty show; But that bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; — When shall I wake and find me there 1 3 O glorious hour ! — O blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains, with glad surprises And in my Saviour's image rise. 72 UNION. 78 6s. — M. St. Leok Loud. 1 COME with the heart's warm glow Come to the gate of heaven, Where living waters flow, And peace and rest are given. Here from the world afar, In holy, calm retreat, When shines the morning star, With joyful hearts we meet. 2 In the temple of our God, Which his own word hath blest, From sorrow's heavy load Our weary souls find rest. Here may a balm be found For souls oppress'd with sin, And healing for each wound Which gu t has made within. 3 Here may the tears of grief Be wiped from every eye, And all who seek relief Find help and safety nigh, — For Jesus fills the place Hallowed by fervent prayer; Reveals his smiling face, And makes our wants his care. UNION. 73 79 c. M. 1 LO ! what an entertaining sight Those friendly brethren prove, Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite, Of harmony and love ! 2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring Descend to every soul ; And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole. 3 'T is pleasant as the morr.ing dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shows, And mal es his grace distil. $© S. M. — Fawcett. 1 BLEST 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 pray'rs ; 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 sympathising tear. 74 UNION - , 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain, But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way, While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. SI L. M. 1 FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows — From every swelling tide of woes. There is a calm, a sure retreat, 'Tis found beneath the mercy seat. 2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet, It is the blood bought mercy seat 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, — Where friend holds fellowship with friend Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy seat. 4 Ah ! whither could we seek for aid When tempted, desolate, dismay 'd ? Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy seat. UNION. 75 6 There, there on eagle- wings we soar, And sin, and sense seem all no more ; And heav'n comes down our souls to greet And glory crowns the mercy seat.